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Prelude  PART I


"Today when the threat is looming, as close apocalyptic years approach, it will be by cohabiting itself and the ruining valley of debris, which will make this world corrupted the next issue of the numeral scale of the new count, a rising hyperspace , concerning the parts of the kingdom of God ... "

Then on the Lord's day, John saw the glory of the risen Christ, and she understood from the point of view of God, he saw that the fate of the Church and threatened in the first persecutions took the appearance of a dark beginning.
And the time John wrote the Evangelist, including books were Jews called Revelation, that is, "Revelations". With fantastic images of monsters, angels and cataclysms, evidence of the Jewish people are stressed and are invited to await the judgment of God who intervenes from heaven with all his power.  So my beloved world is harsh and does not represent an apocalypse, but it is the true reality is when I will bear its overwhelming slaughter.

" Today when I walked with my winged feet near my friend Victor, I confided down the road crushed by afflictive legs; how difficult the taste of laughter when the decadent surrounds you, the human, the vile, the loose ...
Even though the celestial charisma invoke his memory and help nourish the weakness of Robert in hyperspace, with clean clothes, I can see his beloved mother consumed as automaton can take care of him. She is also her father, because it carries rooted in its members and manners, infinitely sharp look; in their arms they will gather wherever his soul is under his patronage that lives there ..."
I am  who  say that Roberto is a dog, who bears all the faces of dogs humble and serene. Perhaps tired of hearing young people, it is flush adults who do not accept, and who do not share as young faces were watching them, getting them to receive them what they should disclose them.
This is how we are numbed and distraction is fleeting, and he looking aside in his astrayed, he would be saying ...:
"Among the cradle and the grave I have a feeble scaffolding, and then complains, though his other I demolishes; unsconcient defends his executioner ... that the threat of death is its widespread depravity, which dominates it and want to go on like mortifiying.

      I want to talk about life ..., he said in his short years of life, which is more of it; possibly coming to complex, what our Somatic territory responds in normal or involuntarily. Comparative anatomy, and its innermost portion, the link body and mind, as a pure white as Samadhis and nature.
Homeostatic factors regulating our vitality, making its experimental modification, increasing to evolution, or maturation as a criterion of personal psychology go with the passage of time into in the depths of our mind.
Thus in a known threshold of Vedic architecture, its sensitivity is excited by regulating the effectiveness of the response to be made ... and everything related to the world of Ludwig Garroch; brother Robert in his strange Emigrate.
Yesterday when my arms away from hers, my fingers pounding away and recording what the heart more than a song, was a symphony sonata with a single end, long and sustained movement; It was the adage inner melancholy with an eye romanticism, which dominates the
passions of the visible world, which inhabits Antonieta, causing me, unbalanced living.


                                       CHAPTER I


In the beginning years of his childhood, little Ludwig sitting at home, in the gallery. Ask her aunt who was ironing ... Madelain, how I would always be a child of five ...?, And being as such, a privileged to receive toys for many years. Attentive aunt, maybe go to hear with little complacency as his hands only want unroll clothes.
After two years at the age of seven, when her aunt arranging his coat to go to Mass, she teaches a carol that had been taught in childhood. When many wondered whether there is a Santa Claus ...?, And among his friends they looked to unravel the mystery. One year later, when he enjoyed his unicycle, who just dominated him, called him a cousin telling her it was her birthday. He did not hesitate to go to find out what was behind the call, so he found the means by which we celebrate, we live and cooperate towards happiness and delight to have us at each other.
Not long after a friend told him .. "You do not have ten years are too big And Ludwig thought he was well endowed and well stopped, so not your friend was wrong in the above. It is my label and my stance has put the world on me.
Every passing day came the stamp of manly character, a woman or girl who made change her hairstyle, and he did dress more attractive every day.
Later, in his teens, his gaze was well received and their voices radiated security screening. Where He must continue the line of men. Even when I was living as smoothly, looks out strong destination with which calls us to live with skin clean or *****, because it is inside the feeling and the pain does not come out, it is enclosed by the overflowing affection. Here is the portion of good or evil haunting things casual and destroys the healthy, it fertile.

                                        
              ­                           CHAPTER II


Then was a year with a sports compensate pleasant summer sated outdoors, almost fugitive ... will not wonder that life smiled on him serfdom, and very willing opened his prudence.
Every time I decided to go to his favorite places, he went with his burly comrades in the best mood to conquer optimistically. Thus, no wonder he wanted when he was alone and put your reasoning judiciously, because nothing is distant, nothing is impossible.

After unite desires and forces, to clean your bike, piece by piece, in full sun know much security would not allow the mother of vices ruin their fun, that scarce alive to possess the desire to move and go on compliance instinct. Casts on itself, the vigor of the inner, its desolate world full of free enthusiasms who obey no doubt the vital complex activity.
Ludwig and entering the maelstrom of men love hate Godson, you can glimpse the friction with the air, with people ... I wore. That their voices heard their soul contracts, and thus puts light feet towards an acceleration which does not afflict his troubled stomach, nor regret his decision and put fearful, but, bring himself retained encouragement of his mind to remember the maternal cooing, comfort and timely relief to protect forever the suffering, the suffering of torment without end, not he shut the inspiration of the good man that no harm will result, and not for nothing the valence of living and not quarrel prancing. No existing could shed some light on what role, and that little thought is not complicated, and thus shown kneeling and unable to distressing oppressors and agents tangled conduct to chaos, those characters of ambition and discrimination.
Ludwig, who lives in the Ecologist City, where large forest ... budded, is home jungle floral site, whose relations are flowers, trees ..., next to Strange birds migrate flower in her intra nature reproduced, and pods evacuated by butterflies.
His close friend, is the watery and salty sea, which is beloved because he falls in love, puts on alert and curses him by his surroundings and invoking him. Anyway, it dwells wherever it is, and is accepted as a basic element of the universe.

                                    
                                         CHAPTER III

The act of tender love would be fulfilled later ..., what his voice fell silent and had his eyes and heart fortify, which will be linked from far inside.
At night, with Roderick going to a festive night, they climbed the rungs center alone, with heat in his shirt skin later. And in a deliberate action, someone asks you a sign that taking care tired and distinguishing see that John was his friend, school mate. He did not hesitate, he approached, greeted him and his sister and a cousin when she noticed well, he saw that he wore perfect for your night.
Debra wore elegant, dark clothes and sang with her dark brown wavy hair; his white brunette and harmonious ****** complexion line, gave her constant reflection. Fate was present, as it would not go around the world to be looked at by someone, he would watch his choice. Little was said, he only realized he was not passing and North America came eleven years ago.


They roasted the hours and the party ended, Ludwig remained with her new friend and his old friend John. They went downstairs, thinking about committing his new friendship, as I had noticed a slight interest in it. This happened and the meeting lasted for several hours.
The next day, he went to see her lawns roads where she lived, always with its mystique and kneeling the beast that wanted to impose upon him, that gives it excessive materialism unloved peace.
She arrives at her house, which was to John, though not very comfortable, but sure to please and attentive to host it.
And that night said much that was the tender feeling and liking her, but as his policy was rigid and concerning celibacy, only mattered to him, the unknown world of madness in his brawling to survive.
Time passed and deepened love, Ludwig went to say goodbye to his beloved, especially that he had faith, but that day would betray him. And so I wanted to put his heart and iron sleep peacefully, but Debra no secret  to tell ...:

"Ludwig, do not abandon our own, we must have faith, and I understand what it is. Ludwig rested and then brought her hands to her, hugged her and kissed all over her face, covering her eyebrows, nose, forehead, mouth; his lips positions in the middle of it, wanted to feel her warmth and tell her he loved her and would miss a lot of pain. But there was no show weakness, he must be strong and not to complicate the farewell from North America. Mourn scared him, because he had forged the feeling, because his aching grief was deep and it was at an undetermined point, with great desire to hold her and kiss over his face.
So ever, it was unbearable, she would like to die in his memory and had to remember in the collective thinking of his family circle. Which it fits the feel shivers ideas with sensations, such as the best in its inherent upstart point.

It was hard, as if more than man Ludwig out the feminine side of himself. But irremediable was the end, eager poisonous reaper approached. Ludwig hugged her, kissed her and stroked her right breast ... saying: "Do not forget me ..." and so left. Then he wrote her, that madness had transformed her away, but the distance was prevented against carcinoma being all postponed.
To know he could not boil your blood heavy thinking, they were contracted muscles. When he relaxed, he saw back through the hatch of his head, the soul that was in an ****** tragic holocaust, where Eros tenaciously and rebellion dictated its laws. Ludwig slept, and consciousness became natural color, as if it were safer, eternally fresh and manufactured this dream a poem ...:  

" That one corresponding to the celebration,
I wish to reunite with enthusiasm and strength ...
touching eyes closed
the sad sky, the dry ground, dried flowers
and people backward habits.

As meaning if it takes itself ...,
is the meaning
although they are scattered
in flows oppressions ...
the animosity of delight just widow and desultory,
losses and more losses at the time of aging ...
and profits to appease others.

For more like,
there seems to be a big drop ...
the same credibility ...?
and setting as a feeling
remain imagination stationary.

As hard it corresponds to the body,
It is destroyed inside ...
and hardened thoughts
tears falling to the esophagus,
without recognizing either way.

Who the pace of living is customizable,
and no opportunity is lost ...
but growing and creative
rears its profile,
as an unforgiven mirage. "


    Have been and unrestless forms of peremptory perceive, and when it starts to wander in my solitude, transporting my sorrow with grief, wherever I go I will take silent and vivifying separation completes the probable brain, which lives and endures in avidity stamped man with his need to want the Lord's command that made me forge this creation .--- he told himself, as a witness epilogue of his poem, albeit as the cry to its essence it was about. Originally from the Ecologist City, where reigned the wise and calm, where he healed their diseases, which has dodged the putrefaction of their wounds, where you inhale the aroms most want and cordoned off its without a grave lack of soft and flowering odour.
To believe missing, do not be afraid and trust that will grab everything, that not a drop of air was not lost on her fingers, which will not fail to display their imaginative stuff Alma Mater.
With all their eating, you want to cure your bad like venereum, and would go into the hands of a counselor or a warlock who extirpated the curse. Heal her feet and hands to despair, to heal the memory of his thought that I seasoned and voluptuous breaks the veins of his caleter, which seems not of it like a dwarf be provided with a dagger will break their venal, and this to commit such surgery, he laughs loudly with garnets eyes, full of the worst evil.

And this way Ludwig Garroch, vague without fear of rags, without fear of hunger or the messiness, only idles so that someday I can walk on the water surface, leaving their hydrocentric footprints where plankton reverence their sense of pain, his infarcted heart , her long fingernails of violence.


TO  BE CONTINUED….
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Lupe Orozco Jan 2013
Its funny how life passes you by, how in a split second things change.
How months felt like it was yesterday and
How years become dreams and faded memories.

When I look at the moon, you're so far but still close just astrayed.
How you leave me emptied handed even after I asked if you were okay.

When I look into the sea I wonder if your in the path you always wanted to be.
The waves tumble memories, the shore and waves meet
but never stay for long but just enough to touch my feet.

When you see me at night you might think I'm doing wrong but I'm just pondering as the night sky falls behind me. Silence speaks when you hear the trees weep people say its golden..

Your probably wondering why I visited people from my last but I was just closing doors from my past. I lay on the grass where we use to share laughs irony how I see you pass.

I watch the sky and the stars and I fade into an eerie daydream where its just you and me. But its gone left and unseen. But we aren't fools because we know the truth that lays in our grey colored eyes. No matter how much we pray and ask why.

There's  just* silence.

Because your just a ghost. A faded memory.
Who I talk to when I lay here and about to sleep.
I wonder if you ever hear me in your dreams. I guess I feel you weep.

To be honest I have no choice but to rejoice
even if its just a smile I wear on that's just worthwhile.

Live your dreams, and continue flirting on that girl that's not the one you use to hold.

Farewell I wish you the best was the last few words ill ever hear from you. And I'm off to my quest.....

In the next few days, things will *fade
away and fall into place... As a writer, stories are for eternity thanks for being part of my life's. Uncertainties
Micaela Tennis Oct 2013
I don't know where to start O' God.
For I hear you call my name.
And I feel your touch, your presence
is new to me.
Take me deeper.

Pieces of the puzzle start coming together.
I'm suddenly realizing the love you have for me.
Draw me O' God.
Take me Deeper.

In your waters I am only ankle deep.
And your love is more than enough for me.
In your waters I am cleansed in your name.
No chains hold me down.
Take me deeper.

But God I am struggling
Things don't make sense.
The path I thought to be straight has become
rugged
and everwinding.
My lips forsake and my lips proclaim a falsity of your love.
I am washing ashore.

No, no my child.
For I did not promise a straight path with
instructions along the way.
I promised
I
am with
you
always.


God proclaims you are the lamb, and I am the shepherd.
For the seed inside the sower is my spirit.
For the Lord your God is not I was...
But
I am.

The cross was a sacrifice, not an article of my image.
Not to be plastered on cotton or proclaimed by false prophets
But to display a promise.
A flag to be flown.

So Lord, I return to your waters.
Your current pulls me in.
Increase my faith, O' God for I have astrayed.
For your promised your love for me
I shall not want.

In your waters I am only ankle deep, and your love is more than enough for me
In your waters I am planted firm in the sand, anchored by faith.
I will not wash up on dry land.
In your presence I am replenished and satisfied.
For my cup overflows.

Let your current take me in.
Even when the waves ripple and roar.
I will no longer wash ashore.
Take me deeper, Lord!

So I'll sing a new song while I'm waiting in the water 'til you return again.
And even when the waves hit me I'll return to you again.
Cause see I was drowning in sin 'til you pulled me up and gave me life and then you promised us, you will never forsake us.
Even though we fail again, and again and again.

You are the 1 and I am a 0.
but with you I am made a 10.
But don't you dare mistake that as a blen.
He took me and crushed me and with a
broken body he'd mend
a new creation in him
A beautiful bride to wed.

You see on Calvary was the cross was the son of man who bled!
And as he bled, He thought of me and you
I'll say it again
He thought
of
me
and
you.

He died so me and you can be with him
Not to try to be a good person or to
try to stop cursing, because if we are trying, it is certain
that things will only worsen
Honestly! Him dying for us, did we deserve it?
But then we go on trying and we go on cursing and we're still not learning that there is no trying
When it comes to his loving, we should be crying
We should be yearning and glorifying!

When you have burden, start relying
because when you are praying he is replying
when you have mourning, He's also crying!
Stop buying, start giving
Stop reclining, start standing!
Start finding and understanding!
Keep seeking 'til it gets overwhelming!
And just because, just because you found him does not mean that you're done
No matter where you are in your walk
He isn't done with you
We are not called to be content
and comfortable
So don't pretend you reached your goal
We should be inseparable to the One that is undeniable, uncontrollable, invincible.
We should believe in the unbelievable!

Get rid of me, myself and I
Things of the flesh must die
Realize that in order to live, we must die.
Just as he was crucified so we re-crucify
Each and every second of our lives!

Oh on Calvary was the CROSS was
The son of man who bled
And as he bled he thought of me an you
I'll say it again, he thought of me and you.
Lord, Take Us Deeper.
Santiago Mar 2015
To love my divine Lord with mind heart and soul
Worth more than silver & gold some do as they're told
Sold their soul as I smoke a bowl lost paid the cost to a evil boss what a loss it's not okay astrayed away confused everyday hoping one day you find your way
Pray for a better day & speak wise words of healing, don't place heavy burdens on people's shoulders killing hearts slowly die colder, clean your inside so that the outside can be clean not just a cover up, your servant should be among the greatest treated with the same kindness polite courtesy respect and most love give good fruit my enemies will be placed under my foot as I stand to his right, ready for when evil fights just a reminder my God is a God of love, harmony. order, beauty, natural elegance not of corruption destruction chaos
Deceit defeat retreat or any least a ******* beast enraged in a cage misguiding lying deceiving inflicting never leaving start believing not by what your seein...
Lupe Orozco Oct 2013
A light shines from within
Its taking a lifetime to find my way
Scared this light might go dim
Help me find my way
Dont leave me astrayed
Tired of feeling this way
Show me the path
To peeel away the fear I have
Inside
Dont let this light go dim
Grim has taken over
And demons wait for my wrath
The light shines from within
I'm scared its turning dim
I know theres a place
where i belong
and that i can ignite this flame
day and night
a haven where everything will feel right
please take my hand
take me to a place i can ignite
and let the flame spread like wildfire
But whatever you do dont let this light go dim
I know a light shines within
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
Feeling  astrayed
Freshly  betrayed
Emotions cascade
Just no word
Going absurd
Visions blurred
No remembrance
Just a present tense
Let me be in silence
To contemplate
To hibernate
To liberate
Wanna be autonomous
Wanna go unconscious
Wanna be anonymous
My mood is like this...many times...i wonder anyone on this earth feels the same...
Andrew Gelant Jun 2016
Violets of Violet colour reminiscing in the livelihood of the day,  impossible to appear astrayed from each other as they live and grow,  they may.

Each pigment of nature abandons each other at a time,
times which past but years go by.

With water and rays they might Persist In growing,
blindly they dying in their infertile habitat without knowing
No Fela and son could tell of
this present roaring Government.
We would soon forget this forgery pain
upon the odours the land created.
Empty bellies shall revive casualties
to beckon the spring of spiritualism
&the bed shall not talk of absence of
bodies on the feet of her tender care.
Our today has queued into the past
as our yesterday moved cautiously
like a troubled legs walking into exile.
Beware of Dogs!
Beware of those who came as saints
to rule you into heaven & paradise.
One was accused yesterday & today
He that accused him presented him,
the other fell on countless occasions
yet, you mounted his bills all over town.
I searched your eyes & I found nothing,
It moves like the eyes watching a
toddler step, coated with innocence.
I see the nakedness of my heart in the
Scars of my people yet, they've astrayed.
Do not hold a demon-smile between
your dark teeth!
& in your eyes, memories of lights...
Do not upset the snoring ritual of the dead.
Go home, help the living live better.


©John Chizoba Vincent
#TheSage.
KW Jan 2019
With the moon still up
Under the starry night
In my rambunctious mind
Between each thought
On dreams and nightmares
Across the twilight lit lake
Between loving and crying
Beyond caring, calling, and ripping apart love
In not fighting for fire
Without you and me
Against no odds to call you mine
Among mesmerizing lucid lights
From looking astrayed and losing contact
During the lows and lies of this so called love
Over this thought of us
Except expressing my inner thoughts of you
Past the depressing and anxious images
By the jubilant memories
Of witty wonderful pictures
Of you and me
Beneath these radiant stars
Above the beams of the moon
In a night not quite like ours
Upon the story of love and lust  
Onto giving up on this fight
Without the stars, it’s a jet black night
Hira malik Jan 2019
He left her
When she was so little
Homeless she astrayed!!

And for whole life he felt
As if,
She is standing outside bearing all the hard sun and rain!!
Luna Jan 2020
i say i quit feeling that way
astrayed, ported, exploited
by bequeathing my soul to you
I wish I didn't venture in the episodes I fabricated with you
cease the ingeminating
terminate the reincarnating
on a connection that has no foundation
by now i shouldve been about to tell
its the season for new love, so don't panic
im a lost soul and he's a hopeless romantic
though i know time dont exist
we'll function through this third dimension
though ignorance is bliss
When I first saw you I was afraid,
The voice inside my heart led my feelings astrayed.
When my eyes met your eyes,
I know that they was never no goodbyes.
That first kiss made me feel like a butterfly.
That deep down inside our love will never die.
When I first saw you I found the other part of me,
That when I first saw you,
God made sure we was meant to be.

— The End —