"therefor" poems
Every creature is beautiful in its own way.
Like a beautiful rose or a daisy.
Both are beautiful, but in different way.
Therefor its just nonsense if we have one type who is marked as beautiful
You are beautiful in your own way.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
To each a body temple,
crated temple earth!
Two homes therefor each..
One head lay with one heart...
And offer one another the bed
of forgiveness each day,
magnificently,
Bold
Ebb beat,
Beat breathe,
Flow beat
Beat
r
e
a
t
h
e
:
Birthing as we see
Indeed, we be
Understand
Within
Bless
Love be
love See
Out
ward's
Utter
Ing's
Rx's
Truly
Free
'That
is all'
Lord's
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
We are the disconnect community.
We think, therefore we are.
We blink, therefor we see the
ticking, flicking florescent FIVE HUNDRED.
A personal "connection-collection" of mine.
500 pieces of redefining human identity as bees in a hive.
Buzzing. Whirring. Chatting.
A world can be displayed on a single screen
of ticking, flicking florescent FIVE HUNDRED.
All tuned in.
*All turning into hive minded creatures.
Degeneration at it's best.
For the most advanced generation,
We are zombies disguised as cyborgs;
carrying our hearts literally out on our sleeves.
For home, I'm told, is where the heart is.
And though books say it's in our chests,
One look and tell you "Homepage" is handheld.
And with the world in the palm of your hand,
the rest comes fast, calm and easy.
Like breathing,
But without feeling.
Invisible networks bond the inner workings
Like an ultra-cranium.
Or a hive, dangling precariously over the valley.
Lives, carelessly unaware that a bow can break
when it forgets it's roots.
Like jumping in puddles in rubber boots.
The difference between what's easy and what's simple.
The little girl on Youtube who can't flip a page of a magaizine because all she know's are HD touch screens.
Learning to type before learning to write.
Obesity, skyrocketing to a sun we barely lay eyes on.
One by one, we stop hooking up, and get hooked up to the trending crazes.
Hang up. Telenophobics praised.
E-mail and texts.
Social skills wrecked.
Eye contact replaced with descontent looks.
Pirating crooks
Torenting video games, DVDs &books.;
The 25th of December is more for toys than the son of God.
You can't remember the last time you went fishing with your dad, because you've been too busy playing C.O.D.
Unplugged is savagery.
but escapism with a drug by any name is just as inhumane.
Just as fatal.
For all the blinking,
and thinking,
chattering,
babbling
500 redefined "friends",
Can you easily feel alive when it's more simple to call us dead?
Do you know all your neighbors names without checking online?
Can you understand relationships, as they were meant to be?*
We are the disconnect community.
Cut out "unity".
Leave the rest for our virtual home page address.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
I feel like a small frightened child, one who has become lost in the deep dark woods of every child’s nightmares, cold, alone, well past “losing one’s cool” and just precious inches away from “flipping one’s **** the only things that I possess a flashlight that I cannot figure out how to switch on, a compass that only points backwards and a magical, wish granting genie that only speaks in a language that I have never heard and therefor do not understand while at the same time am not understood, whose only option to improve his situation is to sit in one spot and wait for help to arrive but what if it doesn’t so I am forced to action to fashion crude tools and build a shelter and hunt and cook and survive because no one is going to find me and I am not going to find my way out, so I must live in the forest of nightmares and darkness...
...and then I begin to wonder if that small child is not a child at all, but an aging man in a worn bathrobe, alone in a darkened room in an asylum, sitting under a table with a bed sheet hanging over the sides like a makeshift tent, trying desperately to find the “ON” button of an empty pill bottle while I wait for a wound out, wind up clock to find North during the stock market numbers on the local Hispanic radio station, forever stuck in the nightmare forest created by his own mind, which is somehow less terrifying than the reality of his unreality...
...because it is beginning to become very muddled in both of those places and I am beginning to lose track of his self so here looks like a good place to sit down and wait for help to not arrive and over there a good spot to build a temporary cemetery plot to rest my weary hours and while away the bones because unless I figure out a way to sort his self out, I will forget to send for help that I am tired of waiting for and the seconds in the dark that were not there a moment ago and may not be here now will be gone forever when the clock strikes South-East and I am left alone again with only a snot nosed codger and a loony old brat, looking out a window that directly faces a brick wall, watching and praying for the sun to rise on its horizon.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
Some time you feel as if you're lost in space
Where you can not feel your weight or control your pace
Strong emotion rushes through you...a fervor of a certain state
For once you believe in something...deforming it, is your fate
For u dissect the rules to make them your own regulations
And u manipulate the semantics of the words to empty your frustration
A man is not put in cages...unless he himself have carved and built the bars
One can not leave an impact on you...unless you admit the scars
I think; therefor i am...they say...everybody thinks...but not everybody is
I write this note in a dark unworthy mind a poem of great amiss
I do not say this with a heavy heart...but my image is quite clear
Being scared of something is impossible...unless we emancipate the fear
But if impossible is possible...than everything is potentially right
And i would never argue with you on this point for i don't know how to hold up a fight
Stop whatever we are doing for we are digging our own graves of regret
Repent on your sins weather you believe in God or in humanistic respect
A poem of thoughts, feelings, and grand reflection
For if you don't have empathy you have affection
You love your self and we love you gone...we sure do
With all your suites,fake propaganda and formalities, ow how i wish the sky above us was blue
It is blue in color, but not blue in mind
It is true inside; but truth is hard to find
BELIEVE THAT THE SKY IS REAL? BELIEFS ARE LEFT BEHIND...
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
when I say the wind blows
you already know
but how do the leaves portend
emerald on the end
or grasping to the limb?
If the Love is Lost, when?
feelings were ample
yet, when unplugged they limp lame
sentiment in lieu of visceral slanguage;
Who needs a Heart when a record can be Broken?
i think therefor iThoughts
Depress into cracked lead
and bled red into inkwell;
gun shots have more potent stocks
tragically hip to be so square ingots
what gracious melodies and languid lives
battered idioms with only one just is to bear
how Sad their flirtatious Ness affair
with Pain must fin' ish and putrefy,
those believers in Death will die
hail a Hashtag worthy of
Octothorp
for phoenixes are found everyday
prostrate your Poetry for posthumous
consumption
apply the alembic of alteration
and
Heal our Hashtag heathen history
or
**** It
Hate the Hashtag
that's Life!
#love #life #sad #pain #depression #thoughts #death #sadness #heartbreak #lost
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Yes so much indeed of this need!!!
Love...
LOVE IS ALREADY
Has always been and always,
Will Be
Willing to refill!!!
Only what We through this...
\ /
*Shared process have had, shut down, casting off out,
Have shut off through some,
'Big Squeeze's'*
\ Hugg's /
We long for...
He-Art
Dream's Of...
/ Lovingly...\
Waits Eternally On
t'ill it be
Of this re-filling;
He, S'he-Art's
Heart Mine
LOVE
Love
***IS
ALL
THERE IS
'Understanding'
'Seeing' 'Hearing'
Acceptence...***
/ \
Turn of process in re-fulling internally till over fulling,
Spilling and pouring out 'All Over Within Her' this 'Him';
/ \
Of which and by,
We Already,
Know Of!!!
***Imperishable Spiritually
We are granted as much as the 'Dust',***
STAR
Dusty Ones
Dusted
Star's
*Light
Star Dust
All Known As
EMcSquared's too,
We know our ******
Existence depends what is,
It's interdependence upon,
So Too...*
~***Without Is
As Within...****~~~
LOVE FROM:
Of Whereby She Sprung
'IS' Infinite' and too interdependent,
With this EMcSquared Domain...
<3
<3<3
<3<3<3
***HE-ART
HEART HEART
HEART HEART HEART***
***Therefor it is 'He', 'more' 'so missing'!!!
She' is in Her Own Turmoil, with and for this,
Shaman Master J said 'not even 'He' knows when,
These inherent forces come to restored balance' or,
These things that 'must come to pass'!!***
*Nostradamus too understood so much within,
With and about these could find no conclusion,
Of otherwise what was self evident,
Certain kinds of trends predictable,
But a blank of 'time/space',
That went blank thereabouts by,
Nine Times Nine the 81st page,
'The Lost Book of Nostradamus',
Where it was left open...*
IS... Us...
Knock Knock!!!
BLISS
You can become
***'One' with this then 'Great Architect',
See, Understand A Midwife Be Need,***
***Then Also Completely That None Can Be Left Out Indeed!!!
How else could 'It Be'!!!
OUR X'Factor'S' IS,
Are Klear Like Krishna's,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That Flute Still Playing On,
In Such This Way Eternally...
This Such is the Spirit LOVE YES;
'Is Defaulted Upon Us'.
**** straight that is with Joy, Fun
'All Deep Connective Pleasure', BLISS'ED!!!***
I myself am Overly Grateful for Every,
***Each of 'All the Birdy's' Whom Still Shout 'even if'
We Are Only Hearing these as Whispers, Upon 'the whispering winds'!!
Re-Calling:
These X'Factors is Now Most Klear,
More On 'Cue',
Being more 'Key' to the...
'Always Open Door of ALL;
ALL WHOM SO MISS
KISSS'S OF THE BLISS'S;
'So Lonely Without X's of You';
On the Ever Imperishable River's In,
OUT OF THE INFINITE SEA OF LOVE,
SHE AND HE TOO ARE INTERDEPENDENT!!!!!***
*There are no dependents or independents,
outside beyond this first off and foremost;*
Come Home All Returning!!!!
~Sa Sa, Ra!!!~~
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
Love settles in the back of my head and chest, but if love was a thought it was a feeling in the time of sadness which is all the time of course, sadness does not exist without reality and reality be nothing without despair. The balance of life is not black in white, yin or yen, or happiness and sadness it is sadness and less sadness because sadness with always cover everyones head with the veil of death because death, is inevitable and death brings sadness therefor sadness is inevitable.
Death lines the corners of my mouth waiting to be inhaled as i smoke my first and maybe last cigarette maybe last because I can die at any moment.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
What will happen here?
Do we know how to love
Or how to live?
FOR WITHOUT LOVE THERE IS NO LIFE
---
Love is NOT
For
--falling into---
Or
----out of----
--
It is NOT
An emotion
..
It is an
Enlightened ACTION
(Not reaction)
--
Love!
--
It is not a game in which
You
Hurt someone
As a means of
Easing your own pain
And sense of humiliation
You feel within a phony
Peer pressure
That has captivated you culturally!
--
I know my poems are ----IN VAIN
--
But it's hard to sit here silently
Listening to you DIE
(Not--cry
For you don't really express
True meaning
Or true pain)
--
And you don't really
Try to help one another
But merely re-inforce
The sense
That the false culture is real
And that the suffering therefor is unavoidable!
Thanks for nothin!
_
I love you all
But
Truly
Hence the sense
That it is
A meaningless thing to do
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
No one bears witness
to the loneliness that a man holds inside.
Therefor, No one can bring him comfort.
There exist no mountain high enough
to shield him from the tidal wave of doubt,
No fire hot enough to burn away his insecurities.
Nor a drug potent enough to hurl him far from reality.
His every dream and hope take the same
suicidal plunge towards unfulfillment,
as do his desires and cravings.
He's become all to familiar with this hollow shell
of existence that presents itself in his bathroom mirror.
Failure wraps around him
Constructing his every thought
and suffocating any sign of imagination.
His dreams vanish into oblivion
and as his vision fades to black,
the world whispers...
"You Are Nothing".
But, As his heart withers away
like a dying star...
His soul explodes with inspiration.
The windows of the night shatter,
Allowing the brightness of confidence to bleed through
and his faith be resurrected.
He gains the courage
to stand against the world
and even tho it opposes him
He continues to pursue that which he knows
can be accomplished,
Forgetting that he was ever... doubtful.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Slowly your fingers dance over my skin
Creating sparks between us
You rediscover my hands
Once again laugh at my rigid thumb
My legs cross yours
While I lay in your arms
Your body have tucked me in
Yet my eyes tear up
So I press my face against your chest
Get calm by the rythm of your heartbeat
You hold me closer and I want to whisper
Never let me go, never let this moment go
Instead I look up from your chest
You kiss me slowly until time catch up
Therefor I need to say the dreadfull words
I must go
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Step 1: Be as anxiety ridden as possible.
Get a bladder infection because you are too scared to ask the teacher to use the restroom.
Fail your Algebra class because you fear that if you tell her you are confused, she will laugh at you.
Everyone will laugh at you.
Wear dresses and frilly skirts because you are scared to come out as transgender.
Your mind will mock you with thoughts along the lines of,
“ You dont deserve to be a boy.”
Just go along with it.
Let the words bounce in your head like children in a bouncy house.
Do not reach for the ibuprofen bottle.
You see your mind will need to be as messy as your heart.
Therefor your heart will have to crumble into an avalanche.
DO NOT PICK UP THE PIECES.
You will need to be addicted to starbucks and body modifications.
Do not get anything less than a Venti because if you do not get your daily dose of caffeine you will go into withdrawls.
You need to modify your body because it is the only thing you can control.
Step 2: Make your hair as colorful and bright as possible because then maybe your mom will understand the fact that you are gay.
Maybe if you turn your head into a walking pride flag you will not have to see the look of disappointment coat her face when you step out of the closet.
I know what youre thinking because I have been told this before.
“But honey, the closet is made for clothes.”
Yeah youre **** right but the closet is also the only place you can hide your chest binder and boxers,
They will sit right next to your pushup bras.
Step 3: Feel everything.
Feel every single thing as deeply as you can because if you do not,
Then how will you get a messy heart?
And to have a messy mind your heart must match like the couple shirts he bought you on your one year anniversery.
Do not love him.
He will break your heart two years in and cram the words
“I simply dont want you” down your throat
And you may not cry.
You may not show him you are hurting because then he will know you care.
Then he will know you are wrapped around his finger as tightly as you can.
Step 4: Do not fall in love.
Even if it is simply with the brush strokes on a canvas.
Do not fall in love with anyone before you fall in love with yourself because for the past two years, toxic waste has filled your veins.
Do you know how much it hurt to bleach him out of your mind?
You have to scrub his fingerprints off of your body.
You will become raw.
It is okay to be raw,
You just have to learn to heal yourself.
No more coating the burn wounds with promises of forever.
No more temporary treatments.
For the sake of your sanity,
You must fall in love with yourself,
Before you can learn to not love him.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
my mind is so logical
when its thinking illogically
that it is just soooo logical
that the illogical
thoughts become logical
therefor even the craziest
of thoughts are sane
even in this insane
mind because it just makes sense
it is so logical.
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 2:50 AM UTC
Of everything offered
all that's extended
which one is which is obscure and intended is
something unknown
therefor cautious calculations
fits against patience
stress and the tension increase with the waves made
of guessing anxiety
a gambling joy
a fight against futures that never employ
something imagined success and the like
are riding on picking from the array of doors
these doors lead to everything all that i have waited
the blade is so dull and tainted and faded
but maybe its better to wait here elated
by gambling choices i make here
failure evaded.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
As I searched for an escapeOut of a path of oldDestiny Stumbled Me Back Onto a new path of goldAs follow the yellow brickDown the spiraling wayThere are obstacles and peopleThat try to lead me astrayI see you right nowWhere the two roads entwined Smiling Mischievously Having a motive in mindYour presence intoxicates meYour hands making my body like fireMaking me want to lose controlAnd tempting hidden desireBut as I start to wake upI see your true selfIts not another manIts another copy of himselfI abandoned that dark timeLeaving the man I loved thereFor he hurt me greatly Filling my life with despairDon’t fill my head with nonsenseWith Pretty words and hopeThey are just as usefulAs being in a hole without rope.You did good for a whileHaving me go with your deceptionBut now that you have let slip your natureIt has given me a clear new perception.You can not own meThis wild horse will not be tamedAnd if you hate me for thisI walk high unashamedSo I walk past youOn this path of shineCan promise that not again Will our paths entwineSo with my pride kept safeUnder protection and knifeNow I’m ready to beginA fresh new start for my life
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 8:41 PM UTC
'Evil'?
Do you even know what TRUE 'Evil' even is?!
Let me explain it to you, while your still alive..
Stay with me for a moment,
I realize it is difficult to focus with a 2 and a half foot machete dug through and through, but please, let me elaborate this for you.
I have not hit any vital organs, therefor you will live.
(Only for as long as I allow it)
But that does not mean you will enjoy what is to come next.
On the other side of this wall are several people you love.
And I do mean,
truly.. 'Love'.
the first 3 are members of your family,
the one next to them is your lady/boyfriend.
Next to him/her is a pet you have held close dearly for a significant amount of time in your life.
And finally, your best friend.
You are going to watch me, as I rip the very meaning to your entire existence into oblivion.
Think I am kidding?
Watch closely...
You won't want to miss this.
hahaha...
Hahaha..
Ahhhahaha!
AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
Huffing
Ingenious
Lacking
Luster
The top of a hill rarely presents
anything to drink
to anyone.
More like lies
told from a boy
who likes to make
people thirsty.
And then let them down
with the discovery
that they are gullible
and therefor,
being tortured.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
I will never forget when you reminded me
that you were right and I was wrong
That I was young and you were old
That I was small and you were large
That I was grey and you were gold
You speak and I speak differently, therefor I am forever wrong
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
*Oh I do distinguish,
What is the ALL;*
***We inwardly receive,
Knowing truly;
Beyond the painful,
stories we numerate;
Which are often,
Yes painful horrific;
Yet when the love,
Beauty we all know;
Crystallizes,
clearly within;
We are empowered,
All great gifts whereby then,
Painful needs are mete with instant;
Response;
Not one doubt,
Second thought;
We are all,
Highly and acutely aware,
most sensitive too;
As the evolved beings we are;
We are the Holy Grail;
Moving the mountains;
Of the impossibilities,
Only we have already created therefor;
We are the vessels dissolving,
Mountains back into the sea;
Of infinite possibilities;
Whereby this infinite,
Sea of love though not seen;
In blinding light,
Of our more limited,
Consciousness;
Deep gifts;
Of our commonalities,
Make the painful numerations;
All the more beautiful;
Upon Our;
God Given commonality!!!!
Therefore the fearful snake,
Firstly hissing;
Transmutable in the laughing;
Joy;
Highly developed;
Golden Wisdom;
Sans;
Any doubt,
Lest we forget;
Hard worked for,
Well earned lessons;
Thank you!!!
Eve, Lilith!!!
ALL!!!***
We are ready;
***Already free;
Freeing;
The almighty;
Tantric,
Holy breeze!!!
Always,
More willing;
Yearning,
What is good;
More,
LOVE!!!
Giving!!!
Receivable!!!***
I call,
***Welcome!!!!
Thee Eighth of Days;***
Whereby fore;
Food!!!!
For,
Our bodies and souls;
***NEED!!!
LOVE!!!
DESERVE!!!
WANT!!!!***
***INHERENTLY!!!
KNOWN!!!***
*All,
Available;*
***HERE!!!
NOW!!!***
***ALREADY!!!
PREPARED!!!***
In an instant;
***BEFALLING!!!
ALL!!!
OF ALL!!!
FOR ALL!!!***
\ /
***HEARTS
LOVE***
/ \
***KNOW
NOT
\ /
B
O
N
D
A
G
E***
!
!
!
.
.
.
\/
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*S
a
S
a*
***L
O
V
E***
!
!
!
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
I've noticed that the our Fears can more or less be something simple, but it created into something complex and seemingly unimaginable to overcome. The reality is, we can overcome anything that our mind first started. We can retrace the steps, but we might not meet back where we started, because where we were is not where we are suppose to be. We have learned too much, seen to much, and have grown in ways that will not take us back to where we once were, even if that place was good, because chances are we attained new knowledge, therefor will be better than ever before.
My fears are valid. The feelings are real. The fear I have itself is just a manifestation of my ego, keeping me frozen in the rigid cycle of perfectionism, that which kills my creativity and inspiration, and breeds loneliness and isolation.
I could wait for change to come, but I'd rather be brave, and be the once to decide, in my time, the change I do wish to see.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
I a free to say and do whatever my heart desires
Judged by a code of ethics but I have acquired the combination
I am a free spirit that soars though life
I am a moral man, but what are morals anymore?
Different opinions and mind sets is what makes existence so grand
Decisions made to improve my life at another's expense
Self centeredness is the nature of the beast
My tone is just a reflection of the of my outlook
Silence has set this spirit free from worry
An ultimate power reigns on this earth,therefor, I remain good
Peoples tendencies stir up complications of misunderstandings
I adjust to the situation and remain a free spirit
Who are you to JUDGE?
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
So if poetry is a riddle, is love the key?
Do we subtract sadness?
Take away fear?
What about pain?
In this equation who gains?
Life's a never ending circle of questioning what comes next,
And I'm not sure
Because I've felt a feeling I can't quite keep a hold of,
And it slips from my fingers just as it slips from my mind
And in this crawlspace inside my head I've decided, that we're better off alive.
Despite the pain that grows,
The anger that flows through our veins I still believe that we are at the very least,
Human.
And that is a thing in and of itself, to be able to say that today, I am and therefor will be and therefore always will be because I believe it to be such,
And tomorrow, I think I'll love.
And maybe I'll find a reason to cry,
Or a reason to yell or a reason to scream or day dream.
And maybe, I'll write poetry,
A symphony of constructed thought like I was born into a world where nothing else matters,
And maybe you can too,
Maybe you can believe in things that break you,
Like the things that don't **** me make me strong
The things that I do wrong today I won't do wrong tomorrow,
I hope
And nobody is perfect, and nobody should try to be
But with a language as fluid, and universal as feeling?
Why restrict it to the grandest of all?
Let's get down to brass tacks,
The nitty gritty, let's find the dark spots so that the bright ones seem brighter
Let's fill the room with ***** things so that you don't worry so much about what's under your fingernails.
Let's find out how beautiful beauty can be but first, a little perspective
Let's live through these hard times so we know how much better things can get
Let's find out how many feelings you can feel in just a few short years,
Let's become the people we always dreamt of being, and true change seems to stem only from tragedy,
But let's embrace them,
Because all of these things?
Are what makes you, you.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
The Great Creator Sat, Smiling Solemnly,
As He Molded A Soul From River Clay,
He Took In A Deep Breath As He Plucked A Ray,
From The Sun Nearest To Our World,
He Gently Placed It Inside The Earthenware,
Giving It Life--Giving It A Smile
The Great Creator Sat, Pondering It's Housing,
The Soul Sparkled As It Awaited It's Home,
Awaited It's Time To Prosper,
The Great One Took Two Feathers From The Bird,
Who Calls, "Jay", And Placed Those Pale Blue
Feathers Upon The Irises The Soul Would Wear,
He Peered Into The Sea, And Found The Richest,
Darkened Blue Hues Which He Placed Onto The Eyes
The Great Creator Looked In The Most Beautiful Garden,
And Plucked Two Rose Petals, The Palest Pinks,
Then Placed Them As Thin Lips Upon The Face,
He Selected The Golden-Brown Hues Of Wheat,
For The Skin Of Which The Soul Would Wear,
And He Found The Blackest Of The Night Skies,
And Molded It Into Hair
The Great Creator Sculpted The Housing From Granite,
Wrapping It Around The Soul,
He Then Put On The Finishing Touches And Sent The Soul To Earth,
Yet The Soul Did Not Feel At Home,
Therefor,
That Is Why The Great Creator Gave Him,
A Baby Girl
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
Angel Friend
He is an Angel Friend.
Old, Wise, and Designed to have a huge heart
A hard working soul that never quits or did such weaken to bend.
Upon his birth..
Designed for brilliance - the bigger, brighter, and more
significant of life purposes..
A legacy forged
At his birth
An energy made itself A great and bright start
Elderly ages equals wisdom and a fatherly care
Energy in a heart forged from gold - such strength shared and Naturally grown
Such vines to sprout and bond
Connections created and they never detach
Away from the one's who have shared such energies, in return.
A beautiful artistic creation
Created through heart's truer matches..
Selfless gifts
Formed from the kindred spirits - like the silk worm's
Carefully generated stitches of silk
From their gratefulness and directed sharing of portions of their life's force
These fibers are woven into unmeasurable
Dime Worthy estimated or appraised "trinkets"
of breathtaking Tapestry Blankets or "clothe windows.."
Joined forever as one, from one starting love's warmth to another,
train on "crazy rails in need of redirection.."
Such souls see and hand over irreplaceable rider tickets
Clothe pieces of spirits joined as one - as tapestries .
Quilted generations bonded by their loving and sharing connections in Golden Spirited worth .
Heirlooms handed down between life's generations
New births of fresh spirits
Climbing the ladders of time
as cherished timeless gifts
Given to those whom he cares for
Bonded to even those outside a "family" pool
until the very last breath.
Spending not a dime.
He shall toil until his spirit leaves the Earth
Then such energies stay with those whom he cared for
All timeless and unmeasurable ticks of the clock
or sands of the hourglass
Light shines upon the extension of the cared one's family births
Therefor , he has always been earning a defined role
"The eternal force of caring.."
"The warrior's toll."
In edition to the medals of honor
Golden Wearable awards, given unto him, by the Creator.
Titled as the "Creator's Golden Heart" and "Love's earned Crown."
As written in the Latin Life's Wisdom Scrolls" as:
per "Creator aurei cordis" et "coronam meruit amor est scriptor
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC