All beautiful things can’t compete with your beauty Wearing school uniform when you’re suppose to be dripping in pearls guarded by red roses Priceless, all the money in the world isn’t enough Bad foresight and your fairness makes me blind to everything except you Gentle eyes, the door to the universe The door to tranquil rivers of joy The door to air, water and life itself I talked to God asking if Heaven is missing an angel.
The hurt and sadness coming from your voice is ripping at my heart like a jagged knife ripping through flesh You are mine to protect and nurture and that box made of steel that you are caged in remains my every nightmare as I sleep and my weakness in my thoughts while I’m awake A young man with eyes that glisten and a beautiful face of an angel, the heart that’s pure and giving Yet you made some wrong choices but not deserving to be slammed behind bars in a cold cell and treated like a beast of rage My expression of fury at my fingertips for if I was evil as they, surely I would cast every sinful spell across their beings and make them feel your pain **** those that pass yet judgement yet hold no crown of thorns upon their head For He that cast the first stone let him stand in judgement free of sin For the Laws of this wicked world all turned to the evils of bribery and political gain as there is no longer a man that sits to hold true to the laws that are written for of the greater the judge feels as though he himself can unwrite and interfere with the laws of our God and pick which laws and sentence for the same crime yet treat them different Stand with your armor as it isn’t seen my son for is the coming of our dear Lord and savior to be the punishers And the Judge of the wickedness that per-trays to call themself some part of Law and Order as Our God is so much Greater as they will soon see.
There is no rightful judicial system left remaining in this world
Dear soulmate Let's walk together Hand in hand through the pain of rejection into the happiness of approval Lets walk together Hand In hand through the uncertainty of our life into the possibility of our life Lets walk together Hand in hand through the darkness of the night into the sunlight of the day Lets walk together Hand in hand through the ugliness of hate into the happiness of love Lets walk together Hand in hand through the storms of the sea into the sand of the beach Lets walk together Hand in hand through the burning fields of yesterday into the meadows of tomorrow Lets walk together Hand in hand through the mockery of shame into the laughter of fame Lets walk together Hand in hand through the tears of our cries into the joy of our caress
men were terrified, of the power females held thus, women belied
“Women, they have minds, and they have souls as well as just hearts, and they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. And I’m so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for." — Louisa May Alcott