Out of all the animals, humans are the pinnacle.

The fact that you and I are one is really quite a miracle.

All the other creatures have missed out on being one.

They don't get to take part of all that is being done.

It's easy to forget how awesome it is

to rule God's creation, although it is his.

With wisdom to find, and poems to write,

let's stop being defined by other people's sight.

Turn your heart to the one true light:

God's infinite love that shines so bright!

It’s a dream, you desperately follow,
You live in a miracle world,
What I give you is solely sorrow,
Yet you see me as a gold.

You are left with deepest vibes,
True love is taken for granted,
Your feelings are sharp knives,
Mind is blurred, soul is hunted.

You stuck in a distressful ship,
Heading to port of sadness,
Let me give you a tip,
Leave my ship, for goodness.

The struggles are weights
which strengthen our reach into the finer realms in life
We lift and lift
To maintain a stronger grip on our true missions and
to strengthen our legs to dance the dance
to prosperous gifts.
Which we earn for the mutual benefit of us and all we hold dear around us.
Travels to distant lands to spread our light
of truth and passions to help those lost find their way
A well-spent way and ticket
aboard life's selfless causes on the Karma's Bus
We explore many different paths
as we strengthen our muscles of heart and soul
to swim the currents
and not drift down to the bottom of the rivers of life
called sadness and evil
in life, we constantly are outrunning the temptations'
race to engulf our souls to permanent blackness.
we train as we go
we learn as we swim life's rough waters
to seas so beautifully warm and relaxingly calm
Our destination at the end of our physical life
We depart to the life after such
we have won the race if at this point we see true and golden lights
and gifts are given to yourself and others
We have won through our inner strength's glow
and have earned additions to not just friend lists and family members
But, we connect with all we brighten across.
Our true proven partners
and parts completed within our empty selves
Pieces defined as "new sisters and true brothers"
We battled the worst.
Look how far we have come to a better future?
Focus not on the cold that freezes us
in these moments we question to darkness..
However, we must focus on the small warm glows of hope
that we sometimes overlook
within the strength that desperation and hopeless energies bring
as weights upon our backs
we become stronger, still
as we use moments as such as tools to strengthen
ties with our comrades and truer self-heart
We are the children of the Miracle called "Iron Will."

There's a small space
between the tip of a pen
and the fibers of notebook paper.
As it is with many truths,
that space cannot be seen.
Still, that small space is a universe
of holy ground where the miracle
of one’s soul is streamed
into the physical world
for all to see.

-Ron Gavalik

there’s a Light in you
Divine Sight in you
do not forget your
Cosmic Roots

can you recall
all those falls
that led you
to much
higher places?

different faces
don’t mistake
the same
lessons
they come
your way
until the day
you change
your ways

reactions are
a choice we make
but never have you
made “mistakes”
your redirections
pave the way

i won’t be frank
i see the Sun
in all you’ve done
the moon it rises
with you as one

your DNA
is from above
with chromosomes
of endless L O V E

there’s nothing wrong
with what you’ve done—
a miracle, you have become

What kind of fool am I
to believe that I own the sun
in tenderhearted, enchanted mornings,
singing a ballad of a worried prisoner
who has secret storms in his blood,
and his sweet melody is calming down
my storms and my distress...

What kind of fool am I
to believe that I once lived in a castle,
and til the morning of the midnight
I was reading tales of the darkest knight,
but then... a strange voice through a cloud
called me “the unearthly child”, out loud...

What kind of fool am I
to believe that the grass is my pillow.
I'm like a downhill dreamer,
walking barefoot in the park,
hand in hand,
waiting to be called into
the Promised Land,
saying the holy vows of Heaven...

What kind of fool am I
if I dreamt the sky burning
as I walked on midnight's alley,
feeling dispossessed of the
sweet things that seem so far...

What kind of fool am I
if I play the game of survival
in the longest season of rain and lightning,
if I take a second glance at life
and catch that amazing moment
when two wrongs can make a right
and don't want to give up, not without a fight.

Well, I must say:
I'll get through all the barriers one day,
even if I end up being the last star from the left,
cause love... will always make me sail like fool,
as long as I'll breath
the miracle of life in my chest.

Vague,strange and confusing.
You are the unparalleled  spirit of
The unborn crystal child.

Mesmeric as the soft drizzle of
Rain against the lilies,you are the coffee
Stain on pages of poetry.

A hot lacerating choking sensation
That completely engulfed your heart
As a lump of sobs you refused to loose.
In a paradise filled with nothing but  
Unrecoverable things.

It was astounding how you still look up
For the divine rebirth of the redolent blurred  fake memories.
With all these pack of desperation to find something
Made you smile , something claimed your rapaging soul.


When the sunset put his hat on with a half dozen stars were kissing the sky you soothed by the jingles of heaven's grief alluring lullaby.
Echoes of lyre's melodies brought the insomnia's starry vision of
Your elusory dream , those who barely wish for a drip of sweet hope back to sleep .
Receiving the thunderous quietness that shattered your tranquility.

"WAKE UP !" said the universe

It was there again...
Yes, a greedy hunger for the unknown pumping into your veins
Hither and thither had a sinlessness white,ravishing beauty and
unbearable lightness.

Unfortunately, for you it was just a suffocating shade of stagnation.
It was just you there as a reflection on the adornment unholy mirror.
You felt that one irresistible desire to observe a sad musing gaze filled the sharp abyss in your eyes.

Something calling you!

What incarcerated there was just a pure perfection
craved the vitality disturbance and the chaotic imperfection.
A glimpse of storm waited for its rage long enough with a fire's fading spark
Fighted to find anything burned for it.
But,Nothing was burning around , nothing just the nothingness.


A terrifying chill run through those unawakened emotions like a screaming
siren dragged those sloths feet into the hiding game .wondering if there
was any passing miracle could hold you before you catch up by the nonentity
As a comforting usurpation hard to capture , a missing destiny wandered out of
Your uncompleted written dairy. Eagerness swallow all of your sanity.

"when the restlessness keeps you yearning like a victim to thinking
While the lilac sky shed its tears watering all these pale tiny cherry
Flowers standing along the hill of immortality , there you will find an entity,
Who inflamed by obsession , the desire for addiction emitted as an
Anesthetic fragrant aching your lungs with uncontrolable breathing
Dive in the lovely warmth , just a stare will made you succumb and tumple down with
shivering knees . Now you could say
"good bye" to safe and souund

This is the den of passion.....

Let it tampr the fear inside your mind, playing with your
Sleepy creativity.
You had possessed ,he put a fever inside of you ,tearing up thought's monotony ,drown you with wave of curiousty till you feel these silkin butterflies
Fluttering in your chest .Bones ache , crazy heart's beats with huge
Smile dancing on your mouth , don't resist it ,welcome that unique
Pother ,racous and loudly deafening your surrounding.
Let him devours the angelic purity sulling you with sin's thrill
Enchanted by love's delirium.
Be a passion's lover

In this ancient hotel,
one of the children
led them all to hell.

With love, we fled,
but still with us
he was tightly bound.

Through the blizzard
we drove to escape,
but still with us, he was.

Our sight was infected
by an evil of ours
we could not accept.

Till buried in snow,
breath from us gone,
as the poor thing.

But no, not gone.
Never will leave.
Where now to turn?

For love to melt
our new prison,
we must die.

And what we were
must be forgotten,
to become something even greater.

No, not forgotten,
but a lesson remembered
and passed on.

That pitiful child,
how despicable he was,
how cruel and malign.

If he could melt the ice,
if he could right the wrong,
would be the greatest miracle of all.