'Ultimate Petition To The Universe'
© Raul Cortes Junior 10 - 23 - 2024

Dear Universe ~ God Of All Creation,

I approach you at this moment, with strong faith & appreciation for you.

I know that no matter what a person faces in life,
nothing is impossible, if anybody has the right approach towards you.

You know, I acknowledge & love you.

Right now, it is 64 degrees in Manhattan New York, where I am homeless & located, (currently at the New York Public Library on 40th Street & 5th Avenue).

The weather is amazing, the clouds are clear & the sun is out shining.

And thus, I continue to aspire to shine like the sun above, bright with light & the love of the real Jesus Christ, that is not always properly represented on earth, yet represented by a faith few & written in accurate-scripture.

I count myself to be apart of that faithful few, as for the past 3-4 years I have been living on faith in you, more & more as times get more difficult.

As I pace back & forth, from 31st street, to 51st street, for free meals, a warm place to sleep or sit, & a computer at the library to use, I am asking for guidance, for love & companionship, with a woman that I can call sister or lover, & a surrogate brother who can be called a "Light Worker".

Light Worker google definition:
A lightworker is someone who is believed to have a special purpose to help others and make the world a better place. They are said to have a strong sense of purpose that goes beyond everyday life, and to feel a calling to bring more love and light to the world.

I refuse to believe.., that the hardships I endured, to finally quit smoking & drinking occasionally for approximately 20 years, & to quit the addiction to ******* after almost 30 years, since I was a little kid, (now a 40 year old exactly in 2024), ..are in vain.

Furthermore, I refuse to believe,.. that the attributes of a stable husband to a future wife or relationship partner, & a father figure to potential-children, that I fully solidified in recent years, ..are also in vain.

So I continue to plead my case to you, before all of humanity who can read this petition, to provide for me a miracle, & to provide for me the right situation, according to the gifts that are inherently ingrained within me, as a poet, as a future relationship partner & a brother to another.

Please, continue to bless the people that you favor around world, & to answer the prayers of desperation that are given out to you, on the daily basis, by a people who can meet your conditions.

There is a lightworker in London/UK, & possibly others elsewhere here in the USA & some other countries, who believe in you, & believe in me, & believe in all of us ~ Your Remnant, across the world, who are worthy to receive from you, if you deem it to be so, according to your riches & glory. May it be so, in the most powerful name of Jesus Christ I pray, the one I count on the most in these extreme times, thank you.

PETITION SIGNED:
XRaul Cortes Junior
(Of Trenton ~ New Jersey)
(Puerto Rican Descent)
(Non Religious / Independent)
(True Believer In Yeshua)

The moon rose up
and the moon looked down
She’s watched the Earth
spin round and round

And kingdoms rose
and empires fell
The moon just waxed
and waned a spell

Her one bright eye
has seen it all —
she’ll still be there
long after we fall

for every thing, there is a time
for every song, there is a fitting moment
for every angel, a wee devil lurks
for every spring, its autumn

for every taste, there is a canvas blank
for every brush, there is a stroke unfinished
for every soul, there is a soul to spark
for every universe, a mind undiminished

for every beating heart, there is a dream to dream
for every happy day, there is a week of sorrow
for every wicked game, there is a sumptuous scene
for every yester-day, a million of to-morrows

for every tear you cry, there is a genuine smile
for every doubt you shed, there is a triumph to follow
for every faux pas, there's a saving grace
for every second gone, a million of to-morrows

Oh human how low can you be?
In your eyes, I see
A loneliness you cannot keep.
Why do you feel this way?
Must your soul linger in twilight's sway?
Or maybe I've been looking at you the wrong way?

Look closer and see;
Through this mirror, there's a limit to what you can be.
After all, what it means to truly see
Is by closing your eyes and then breathe—

One, two and three...

Take a look inside,
Where nothingness and darkness abound.
Then came a cosmic bang—
Matter racing, light spills across the sky,
As the universe burst to life

Day by day, this universe expands.
Through stars, we meet
And moments we make stand.

Dreams to fulfill in the bloom of your prime,
Steady and bold, like mountains climbing high,
Values sculpted by the passage of time,
And desires stretching beyond the endless sky.
Home to myriad of galaxies,
Where stars like waves crash in cosmic seas,
Holds the wisdom of ages long past,
A race known for eons to last.

All these years of existence welling up inside,
Hidden truths unseen by the naked eye.
So for a fleeting moment,
embrace the tide;
For you are more than a label or a guise.

Just like the universe, forever in motion,
Born from the void, a spark of creation,
You are not just a mere flesh in the trials we bear;
You hold galaxies within you, infinite and rare
—
An ever-expanding universe, that is who you are.

✍️ P.Earl

🖼️ No Game No Life

I'm not moving straight,

I am a piece of something --


bigger that rotates.

The stars are tears
shed by the Universe,
as it yearns for an ounce of solace
in the vast, empty place above
where it's accustomed to survive,

Despite an obscure reluctance
we've all grown too familiar with--
burden heavy on its shoulders,

In spite of young children
wishing upon it every time the moon ascends,
revealing its ephemeral, yet foolish glow.