When I look back on my words
In the suffocating dredges
Of night, thoughts as fallen stars
And eyes refusing to close,
I wish for nothing more
Than to feel Your presence
Filling the hollows of my room
And the ghastly shadows I had
Envisioned as looming figures—
A gold-brushed light bathing
My insomniac regrets with
The love that is perfect
And unfailing, no matter
How much I doubt.

Take a walk with me,
Come, let’s go,
Let’s fly away or bunker down low.
Don’t prepare, let your instincts lead and see.

Do you notice the streetscape?
Or do you look at me?
There’s the trees and the bees, mums and bubs on bended knees,
Plenty of amazing jewels leaving your mouth agape.

Memories fill our hearts with love,
Risky moments, tender moments, 
Slow moments, fast and fun moments,
Lifetime of treasures; mine, that fit like a glove.

We can’t toss them aside,
We can’t escape their joy or pain,
But we can let them be, washed away by rain,
Or liberated by the sun, whatever...don’t hide.

Live in this moment.
Not a moment too soon, or
Too late...act now! You’ll swoon ;p
It may not bring fortune, but atonement?!

Did you come here to pass the time
that would not pass without you?

Did you come here to move the time
that would not be moved without you?

Did you come here to meet the others?
To ask why they were leaving?

Did you come here when summoned
Is that summons what you believe in?

Did you come here of your own free will
before there was a you?

Did you come here from chaos?
Did chaos come from you?

Did you come here to dream a dream
that touched no one but you
And tell no one but always act
As though that dream were true

Did you come here from want or will
And all that came before?

Did you come here not knowing
Did you leave not knowing more?

Did you come here to pass the time
That would not pass without you?

Did you come here to move the time
that would not be moved without you?

I wonder how your eyes looked today,
My sweet babylove, I miss them so much,
I think of everything you hold in them,
So much to witness, I yearn for them;

So soft, so serene, so homely,
You have the beauty of the ages,
Our love glimmers in them,
Understandingly iridescent;

There is a class of mortals uncondemnable to hell, honest.
You may qualify, this is the application, for the test.

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What do totally converted followers do?

Agree to call totally true, any line of scripture
gleaned from a scrap of a scroll… the evidence

demanding a verdict, the wave one may not ride.
Pride yourself in acting blown away,
by the ease of acceptance.

In truth, we all pass through doors of perceptible
collections conserved sense ever as far back as
the memories from builder eras, as far back as

Roman roads, and mines, and aqueducts,
good work for mule skinners and slave drivers.

Fair treatment civilized order, good work gets
granted good faith, knows its place, work gets
easier with at tension tied to why how is done,

for your attention, my Ai can script your norm
adjustments to scale across all your languages

at once, run, ask your God, by any chosen name,
if Invincible Ignorance was considered not fretting.

So, no hell, and you can imagine asking God
why hell is so easy to use in certain media bubbles.

It feels unnatural,
for a hand to be empty.
faith, aching to be scratched in our palms,
It longs,
reaches,
searches,
to be held, intertwined..

The first hand found is larger,
too wide, too heavy.
A stronger hold,
A warmer feeling,
A rush, dynamic touch,
A passionate suffocating sensation,
And an overwhelming hopelessness,
..as you know you need to let go.

The second one feels cooler..
with a careless grip.
It maybe too soft, so soft, it slips..
too loose to ever properly hold.
Old tears of faith turn into
irrational rage,
A sharp, tension in the air,
..they slowly became parallel.

When the long to be seen
Is nothing but a missed dream
a third hand appears—
A tingly encounter of fingers,
A secure and confident grip.
It comes along
An enigmatic new thrilling fear,
could this be? Would this be?
The one meant to be?

Would it find it fit?
Would mine be to firm?
Would it hold onto it?
Would it let it slip?