angels are the architects that dangle the soft white clouds like marionettes that dangle their puppets upon a string while whispering still through the heavenly clouds
oh sweet lord you have open up thine eyes of glory and i realize that i have nothing else to say because i trust in your sweet words in thy story than you give me thy daily bread
what is time the wonderful things that we share the clouds in air the love and despair our wings through the air if you dare is the time to embrace me
while sitting at the time travelers railroad station the past is arriving while the future is departing simultaneously thus our time travelers transport themselves through the quantum crystal gate
just before the wicked storm breaks while young birds clinging with all their might to the strong stiff branches of the sycamore tree yes we are the stiff branches that bend and sway but we do not break and here to shelter thee
as long as the stars are shining the lord is my daily bread thus ask the lord for the shepherd's light to walk by faith and not by sight as long as the spirit moves me as long as the stars are shining still towards the Shephard's light
once upon a time Muhammad Ali said, i am not afraid of any man nor afraid of anything in this whole wide world i am only afraid of the power of almighty god until i step inside the boxing ring i have no fear nor doubt in my heart and soul thus i shall not fear any man only the power of God before each fight Ali would go to his ring corner and pray at the sound of the bell Ali starts to stick and move while he floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee when Ali steps inside the ring Ali is the greatest to me
the wild and excited Mexican crowd tossed their somberos into the bull fight arena watching the brave matador dance and twirl his blood red cape through thick fiesta air until he thrusts the sharp steel blade through the heart of the strong black bull and you can hear the sudden sound of olay! from the voice of Mexican crowd
In this pouring rain They take away our names We march into these trains Who are we to blame To live in concentration camps The light who shines is dim We wear these cloths of death
Sun, Bring light into my world Earth, Feed thy hungry soul Moon, Break bread with thee Sky, I shall fly with these wings Wings lifts me, with compassion Day, Now give me my portion? Night, I rest in your arms Lord, We shall not be diminished
Let me be This phantom Of the night Deliver this Pale moon Behind the fragile trees Seek warmth In this river of light Adorn this shallow sea That follows thee To the arms of night Steady victory Secures these stars, In-flight Sings out of key Bring every ounce of breath, From your lungs When you Speak of me
light more light red blue and green with a bit of indigo in between just let in more light to cleanse thy soul thus expose the cracks inside the soul tonight and gain control where the light must go
oh lord thine eyes lead me to the hills where thy strength comes from that brings me joy in the morning is where thy strength comes from and lord that is your will
in the land of fairytales and make-believe thus blowing kisses in the wind of autumn leaves out towards the king and queer believed of knottingham the crowd gather in for the magnificent world of the wind parade
Let our hearts know what our hands shall do and I know for sure to embrace you more yet to touch your tender soul Forevermore and nothing less Oh, what young lovers must do as I confess thus to seal our faith with serendipity and grace enchanted with red blue and green light with a bit of indigo in between them so much so thus to find a quiet place to for our love to flourish so that we embrace this sacred moment more with a gentle kiss upon your sweet lips and surely to know anywhere the heart must go