Though her beauty's compelling
do not think of her beauty,
do not think of her shape,
do not think of her smiles.
  For they are all deception.

Do not be lust at her gentle staring,
do not be lust in her seductive apparel,
do not be enspelled in her flatterings,
  for they are all deception.

Never think of her movement,
never think of her whispers,
never imagine the aura of her presence
  For they are all Deception.

Never think of her complexion so bright,
gaze not into her charming eyes
lest you be ensnared,
do not lust after her **** lips,
  for they are all Deception.

Do not think of her at all!
do not think of her!
Do not love her
believe not in her fake feelings,
she cannever be yours
yes she cannever be yours.
For to another she belongs
she cannever be your.
Do not think of her at all!
Do not think of her.
for she cannever be yours!

In deep thought i am lost,
constructing words suitable,
with typing fingers and imagery,
only but behind the mask.
whispering sounds of love tones are heard,
voice so compelling as of an Angel.
In my dreaming she is my heart desire.
In my daylight she is the object of my imagination.
At the soft tone of her voice i am enspelled.

Behind the mask.
She is behind the mask.
Make known to me the beauty of thy look.
Let my nose swim in the aura of your presence,
let me be known by the gaze of thy eyes,
take away thy mask,
make known to me
the reality of thy beauty.
I long to behold.

None comes to your dwelling stand and not be enspelled
i tried running but my ankles are weaken at the sight of your beauty gentle gaze.
You are the treasure that many pine to find
in the fragrance of your presence my nose swims
I wish i could be there where you are.
......Good night, Angel.....

The human soul—what are its atoms?
Just close your eyes and look inside.
What do you see? Shapes? Figures? Patterns?
Me, I see words. And, in my mind,

A universe unfolds before me
In clean-cut letter silhouettes.
Enspelled, the soul recites its story;
From words emerged, words it begets.

This heartbreak was an incantation,
Rumor and influence and imitation.
Malevolent power channeled through,
Assumptions and lies deftly hewn.
Harsh runes gouged into bedrock,
Strong shoulders disfigured by stony bulk.
Fault lines grinding thoughts to dust,
Eldritch-enspelled entropy engraving rust.
Mortally wounded by arrival unreported,
Time and space...     by distance distorted.
Lost and found, wreckage on stormy sea,
Seeking our love, stolen in infancy.

God Works when we are doing His Work
He opens doors and windows
When we are not so sure, He will provide
For He is good, and he Adores us
Let us worship and Adore Him Christ our King
He never seems to mind proving us wrong
Or testing our trust by making us wait
But His blessings are perfect, they are never late
Just today, for me, God pulled through
And made this writing possible for you
So, trust in the Lord and give Him praise
Sing to Him a new song for all of your days
Do the work of God with Joy in your heart
Be passionate about His work that you do
Be faithful and He will be more faithful
Be good and He will help you be your best
Be rich in His love and abundantly blessed
Be reconciled and begin to truly heal
Know what you're in for when you seal the deal
But God only opens doors: we have to take action
I am pulled in by some divine attraction
Like a Jesus Christ Moth to a Holy Flame
I am drawn to the light; even compelled
Some might believe I was even enspelled
But if there is nothing else to be gained
I ask that you take this one grain:
That God Work when we are doing His Work