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Angel Friend
He is an Angel Friend.
Old, Wise, and Designed to have a huge heart


A hard working soul that never quits or did such weaken to bend.
Upon his birth..
Designed for brilliance - the bigger, brighter, and more
significant  of life purposes..

A legacy forged
At his birth
An energy made itself A great and bright start
Elderly ages equals wisdom and a fatherly care
Energy in a heart forged from gold - such strength shared and Naturally    grown
Such vines to sprout and bond
Connections created and they never detach
Away from the one's who have shared such energies, in return.
A beautiful artistic creation
Created through heart's truer matches..
Selfless gifts
Formed from the kindred spirits - like the silk worm's
Carefully generated stitches of silk
From their gratefulness and directed sharing of portions of their life's force

These fibers are  woven into  unmeasurable
Dime Worthy estimated or appraised "trinkets"
of breathtaking Tapestry Blankets or  "clothe windows.."
Joined forever as one, from one starting love's warmth to another,
train on "crazy rails in need of redirection.."
Such souls see and hand over irreplaceable rider tickets

Clothe pieces of spirits joined as one - as  tapestries .
Quilted  generations bonded by their loving and sharing connections in Golden Spirited   worth .
Heirlooms handed down between life's generations
New births of fresh spirits
Climbing the ladders of time
as cherished timeless gifts
Given to those whom he cares for
Bonded to even those outside a "family" pool
until the very last breath.
Spending not a dime.
He shall toil until his spirit leaves the Earth
Then such energies stay with those whom he cared for
All timeless and unmeasurable ticks of the clock
or sands of the hourglass
Light shines upon the extension of the cared one's family births

Therefor , he has always been earning a defined role
"The eternal force of caring.."
"The warrior's toll."
In edition to the medals of honor
Golden Wearable awards, given unto him, by the Creator.
Titled  as the "Creator's Golden Heart" and "Love's earned Crown."

As written in the Latin Life's Wisdom Scrolls" as:

per "Creator aurei cordis" et "coronam meruit amor est scriptor
per "Creator aurei cordis" et "coronam meruit amor est scriptor
Dedicated to a wonderful friend and supporter Mace Rubinstein. Your spirit is Immortal. To James Sutrina, a true friend and God-Brother. To all who support me, unbiased and unselfishly. Last, to all who have gone unnoticed and misunderstood in this life, who had the heart as detailed in this poetic illustration.
Valora Brave Nov 2014
Words traced and outlined,
rewritten and replaced
fine tuned, created, and made
words that generously looped and curved
around days I could not go straight through
for fear I've lost the comfort of the old
at the expense of the new
only resemblance is the mold
that once outlined the old.

I kept tracing and outlining
Words to heavy to pick up and carry to you.
So I keep these burdens to myself,
in a box, on a shelf
or under my bed.
and a simple tap
allows them to swim in my head
so fast I can't put them back
and I find that it's strength against you that I lack.

I've constructed this atmosphere
so you can't begin to come near
yet I find you in my northern hemisphere
and I wonder how I appear

I've build my dome from glass
so I can observe and Intervene
but my persuasion never lasts

I know when dark days
prevent me from seeing past
my windows of glass
and they bend and they *****
down the center pane
and I feel that strength I lack

I don't expect you'll send her
words of encouragement or pressure
just to mend her
just to make her lesser

and I don't know why you slip
in the water I saw you pour
all the while convincing me
that you never saw it on the floor

I don't want to understand
the way your words twist like DNA
into their double helix form
and in there I find unannounced strength to warm
those words that fit in my mouth like a diamond on a setting
capable of mesmerizing and capable of slicing

I made this universe so I could find you at your best
but as I lay these swimming words to rest
I know how you must first
remove my armor and break me down
before you can use the scripted words
I've outlined and traced
covered with warmth, but from mace
to dress the wounds that were not undone
and convince me that my scars are not of strength
much like the rest of what I've become
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
"Grow up tall,
little kid,"
said grandpa Joe.
And so I did.

The watermelon grow tall too.
The sunflowers look to the sky,
keeping their chins up,
raised real high.

So maybe it's silly,
watching grass grow,
but if you never try,
how could you ever know?

So maybe it's crazy,
chanting for the rain,
but if it never comes,
how could I grow the grain?

I'd prefer to stare at clouds,
than sleep forever like a rock,
skidding by life.
Why, that would just ****!

So, if you ask me to leave this here place,
you better shove it,
before you wake up
in an unknown space,
******* with lace,
with a disfigured face,
completely full of mace,
and a strange case
of something poisonous.

— The End —