• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Hold-off…back-on! absorb the good courage,
    For true hearts require a sense of timely rest.
    Let strength rejuvenate the idleness of mind,
    That employ a noble work–too, roll the best.

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    Hold-off…back on! absorb the good courage,
    For true hearts require a sense of timely rest.
    Let strength rejuvenate the idleness of mind,
    That employ a noble work–too, roll the best.

    Thoughts are replaced through a lovely kind,
    When the physical direction bravely leads on.
    Compelled to re-establish an art of the blind;
    The body remembers…where a mind belongs.

    When life ceases–in favor of a warmer blank,
    Love becomes superior–to rule a tender soul.
    Nothing travels!…shorter than an empty tank,
    Will convert the idle mind…to a touch of gold.

    What use to feel glory–lovelier than a heart,
    Has found an idle place in the realm of things.
    Continuous practice arouses the perfect part,
    And renders numbness–with nothing to bring.

    Some magical sense evokes the mind to think;
    Then, combine the body…in an evolving quest.
    Intelligence is the higher plane of a missing link,
    To increase beautiful motion–an aesthetic rest.

    The body’s intuitive-craft–draws the mind home,
    That lifts-up wonderous flesh–thru bloody bones.
    Drawn to a special union–like a moth to a flame,
    When a heart requires love, nothing is the same.

    Alas, a mind cannot render the intellect–alone!
    Then soon, expect ecstacy to sing a happy song.
    A heart builds a world-of-dreams–without end,
    As a true dreamhouse swoons-in timeless friends.
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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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