• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Hey! friend, forgive my anxious request;
    Awkward! now…haunts my hopeful best.
    Your desparate needs have met my soul;
    Entered a place, which makes me whole.

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    Hey! friend, forgive my anxious request;
    Awkward! now…haunts my hopeful best.
    Your desparate needs have met my soul;
    Entered a place, which makes me whole.

    No help on earth…can propel us onward;
    Eternally, we will circumvent the absurd.
    Earth has been filled with time before us;
    But now, a cold world makes us anxious.

    Apprehensive minds may spy a monster,
    As compassion rarely singles a prompter.
    Stalking a high trance of divine ecstacy,
    Anticipation of incessant pain blinds me.

    A kiss took a journey deep within a week,
    And aroused my anxious heart for a peek.
    Affectionate care awoke this sleepy soul,
    By a simple heartache made of pure gold.

    The heart inside my chest desires to help;
    And give love that overcomes fear-of-self.
    Your plight?…is my body’s dangerous ruin;
    We mortals continue to search eternal fun.

    My soul request is a projectile of affection,
    Like cupid arrows into the heart of passion.
    Rule out affection, and only foolish remains;
    Continuous die-cisions can drive me insane.

    If you choose, allow me a peek inside fear;
    Trust!…will disarm “fear”; courage is here.
    Before you came, my turmoil was a wreck;
    Oh, well!…I love you so, so what the heck.
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  • Better Off 20.07.2007 No Comments

    Oh!…that angels could penetrate a crusty heart;
    Spy a shazo folly;…tactfully, criticize it not.
    Angels know the worth of souls, tho’ fools rage-on;
    Altering “powers that be”–to take us home.

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    Oh!…that angels could penetrate a crusty heart;
    Spy a shazo folly;…tactfully, criticize it not.
    Angels know the worth of souls, tho’ fools rage-on;
    Altering “powers that be”–to take us home.

    God offers a strategy of hope, that serves to save;
    Unwinding a worldwind–untwisting a knave.
    Love glows dimly…with a man of powerful hands,
    As craft strolls alongside–equal with friends.

    Heavenly light beckons to faith, for hope to reach
    Fellowship angels–so boldly taught to preach.
    Folly yields to no enlightened mind–radiating skill;
    Over-ruling God…with a cunning social appeal.

    Trickery betrays submission…of a righteous claim;
    Though souls are great, folly shares no blame.
    Criticism freely descends from points of upper scale,
    For the scale sharply strikes a crucifixion nail.

    Come follow the angels to a beautiful home on high,
    Where love opens doors for true eternal rights.
    Power emerges forth, with cruel administrative will;
    Congenial repents…to a critical and bitter heel.

    Omnipotent–overlays of power, glow in pure glory;
    God shares no vain enticement–in man’s story.
    Truthful sense, with an abstract defense–in deed;
    Power contends with “truth that sets you free.”

    A pit, with trust in power, relinguish persistent folly;
    Matters!…that save greater souls, who are jolly.
    Gravity pulls at men…to administer a grip with sin;
    Escape the folly power–for another soul to win.
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