"What you preach and practice."
Balaguer 

You were my way of living,
My happiness.
It was never my objective,
It was Gods plan.
Meeting you and greeting love.
My ways are those
That you perform
Subconsciously.
I'm behind your mind,
Inside your heart.
I was and forever
will be
What you preach and practice.
You are mine,
Meant to be is our legacy,
Forever will my soul,
Be yours.

K.S

Good Morning
"To hear the elders preach."
Timothy 

Four straight brick walls, severely plain,
A quiet city square surround;
A level space of nameless graves;—
The Quakers' burial-ground.

In gown of gray, or coat of drab,
They trod the common ways of life,
With passions held in sternest leash,
And hearts that knew not strife.

To you grim meeting-house they fared,
With thoughts as sober as their speech,
To voiceless prayer, to songless praise,
To hear the elders preach.

Through quiet lengths of days they came,
With scarce a change to this repose;
Of all life's loveliness they took
The thorn without the rose.

But in the porch and o'er the graves,
Glad rings the southward robin's glee,
And sparrows fill the autumn air
With merry mutiny;

While on the graves of drab and gray
The red and gold autumn lie,
And wilful Nature decks the sod
In gentlest mockery.

     ~By: Silas Weir Mitchell~

"So, why do you preach tombstones with concrete faith, when"
Chloe Sayre 

Scurry, dreams,

burrow into grainy, infinitesimal holes,
grip relentlessly onto life,

the false prophet of hope.

While death approaches the circle's end,
love was always spinning poi.
So, why do you preach tombstones with concrete faith, when
you could be surreal, preaching,

"Wise sun rays are
clouds of stolen secrets where
blue herons sail everlasting
white skies,"

The promise of a grave always wills a bird to end his life on the gritty, concrete ground,
when he should have had the sky.

"They preach that I’m cured, some say I’m healed,"
Michaela Taylor 

I’m disturbed now,

that very belief has washed over me,

I feel it heavy inside my center, feeding me,

yearning to leave my corpse.

They preach that I’m cured, some say I’m healed,

that’s effortless for them to say,

they don’t see the wounds, the pain,

the rejection.

A minute of freeing. Home.

I’m keeping clenched to this vision,

a brand-new undertaking awaits me,

will I be the failure?

"e from the words that my love mouth did preach,"
Casper DM 

Sometimes I fear you hanging me form a string.
with the Lines running down the back of your legs to those heels,
For you’re sure to adore, then ignore and set me free,
Cast me asail and alone on a sea of misery,

But baby don’t Go
You were meant for me
Baby don’t go
You were meant for me
Baby don’t go
You were meant for me
Baby don’t go
You were meant for me

I fell asleep in the deep black ink of your retreat,
In my slumber I fell with my heart peeled  a heavy beat,
well you froze from the words that my love mouth did preach,
Pulled away for today left my head twisted in deceit,

But Baby don’t go
You were meant for me
Baby don’t go
You were meant for me
Baby don’t go
You were meant for me
Baby don’t go
You were meant for me

But don’t worry baby,
They call this the honeymoon,
I’ll take you for granted,
And it’ll be happenin’ soon
You’ll learn to hate,
The way I say your name,
I’ll fall to my knees to whisper again,

Song
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