A heart torn from yours
               I bled.
               Lost
               And lonely
               Soft whimpers
               I cry
                              “If only”
                              “If only”

Alone with my thoughts
               Buried sins
               Too unholy
               My mind
               In decay
                              If only
                              If only

Drunk off of your skin
               You took my soul
               Slowly
               Leaving me
               Hollow
                              If only
                              If only

Locked in self abuse
               I follow
               Too closely
               My own type
               Of torture
                              If only
                              If only

Gone with the wind
               You left me there
               Coldly
               Naked
               And numb
                              If only
                              If only

My blood on your hands
               I died.
               Lost
               And lonely
               I won't
               Say it again
                             "If only"
                              "..."

You & I Are Meditating

I go into my brain,
Imagining that I and Father my
Are one the same:
One and the same.

Today it’s fun
To think
That You and I are meditating:
Two in one.

Aim always the same:
Restoration of a state of mind
Of kindness,
Peacefulness
And focus.

I’m going now
Back to my TV show,
With minutes spent seconds ago,
Productive.

You & I Are Meditating 9.1.2017
To The Child Mystic II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Arlene Corwin

From the shortest to the smallest
From the biggest, tallest and Giants
Let's stop the violence's 
The average, smartest and brightest
Let's stop and think
Our life with-out Jesus
Is like an artist who has no materials
A car but no driver
Useless, impatience, confuse and full of emptiness
It is like a book with no pages
A pen with no ink
At a standstill without directions
In a state of hopelessness

But, a relationship with Jesus
Can't be bought, for it is priceless
Special, unique and precious
Neither can it be ruffled as a ticket
For it's not a human gift or present
There is only one way it come
And that's a spiritual awakening, awareness
Of the truth that is mention 
In Christ Jesus message
Of joy, peace, and salvation
"That He is the truth, the way, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." (John 14:6)

So let your eyes and heart be open
Connect to Him in a personal, spiritual bond
Fall on your knees voluntarily repentance and exceptions
Of His sacrifices and the flowing of His blood
Which brought us salvation
Cleaning our affliction
No longer are we covered in darkness
Like a towel and Windex
We are being wiped and polish
Every second, minute within the hour we are in the process
Of receiving a pure-hearted transformation
All it takes is faithfulness and dedication
To inherit, fellowship, disciple, and education
Don't look at me, my faults and imperfectness
But look at God, His Son, Holy Spirit, and Trinity
At His Word, faithfulness, reliable promises

It may take only a few seconds
to hurt someone that you love
but it may take a lot of years
to heal this pain.

You're like a smoke detector.
A smoke detector without batteries.

You're supposed to warn me, protect me, save me...
You're supposed to be there before the flames engulf me.

But a smoke detector without batteries is only there for show.
Because by the end of the blaze...

I'm already a pile of rubble.

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