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All Love asks is a heart to stay in;
A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in;
A garden of tender thoughts to play in;
A faith unswerving through cold or heat
Till the heart where Love lodges forgets to beat

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“A Requiem For Reciprocity”

Do you remember
your first time?
Saying it in your head
or thinking out loud..
Trying to say it out loud..
Like, “I’m In Looooo……”
Dammit..
But you just can’t
bring yourself to say it..
Words stuck in your throat like fresh Popeyes biscuits..
Mouthing the words
isn’t sufficient..
You need to let her know..
Because not letting
her know would be an
omission of said affection..

Quick to compare perfection
to her milky complexion
as if the former couldn’t hope
to hold a light to her.
Wouldn’t fight for her
before now
when the fight was just
to see how long
before imaginative thoughts
stemmed from perceived positions
on the couch
became more fluid with each shout
I’ve heard in silence.
Timeless this temperamental tirade
I’ve gained by loss in a trade
for the simplicity of affection….
Maybe our direction
in the pursuit of perfection
has stirred this tension between us….

Time passes in a timeless fashion.
Seconds, minutes, hours
feel like months and years.
Compilation of euphoric moments
condensed into brief instances.
Doing things seen as uncharacteristic
because, quite frankly, I loooooo…
… Just cause it’s Wednesday.
Which I’d like to use as euphemism.
Showered with material
things which serve as a
masquerade for my true intent.
Shallow veneer, I’d admit.
But what is one to do
when the words formed in
my brain won’t accurately
articulate themselves
phonetically.

Aesthetically,
feelings are benign.
Just ripples in time that aren’t clear
until we stand still.

Life is always moving.

Is proving myself to you
really moving myself a few
meters closer?
Do your arms drape my shoulders
like they once did during embrace?
If I show but will not say,
will you still cover your face
in that pretentious cloak of indifference?
Isn’t it the experience that remains?
Are the memories in chains
or can they claim a holiday?
If my actions are ignored,
what I say should be implored
even less.
Right?
I’ve thought to speak
but convey better in movement.
If one’s voice trumps volition,
then we should look toward improvement…

I’ll muster up the
courage one day.
But for now, I’ll create a
circumference around my
heart and placing you on it’s radius.
Position comfortably,
not a care in the world.
A bee line through your
complexities to unveil the real you.
Manufactured uncertainties would
dare you to think ill of my intent..
Unintentionally keeping
me two steps back..
But to no avail.
Ambition lackluster at best
because in the fringes of your
brain you know that I’m here for you.
Emotions spontaneously combust
amongst the battle between
what you see versus what you feel.
And me, in all my angst, will
someday unsheathe how I truly feel.
And you, in all your glory, will
know what it feels like to be in…

….and when then arrives,
I’d advise against
the inclination to shy away.
The least bit of refrain
would only serve
to break open
an already raw wound
with exposed nerves
worn much further
than the sleeve discloses.
What one might suppose is
that we’ve been forever.
“That’s how old love acts.”
“That’s what years look like.”
Even when we look right,
we’ve flown dangerously
close to the left.
Maybe at best,
this is what is made of we.
I guess it was meant to be….

LOVED

FLOWERS

MOON

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PEACEKEEPERS

WISE INSPIRATION

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son! 👑

NATURE

ANGELS

O:) TODAYS BLESSINGS AND PRAYERS 17:09:2017 O:)
10><> And I Beheld Angels innumerable, Thousands of Thousands, and Myriads and Myriads, who Surrounded that habitation.
11><> Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Phanuel and the Holy Angels who were in the Heavens Above, went in and out of it. Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel went out of that habitation, and Holy Angels innumerable.

12><> With them was the Ancient of Days, whose head was white as wool, and pure, and his robe was indescribable.

13><> Then I fell upon my face, while all my flesh was dissolved, and my spirit became changed.
14><> I cried out with a loud voice, with a powerful spirit, blessing, glorifying, and exalting.

15><> And those Blessings, which proceeded from my mouth, became acceptable in the presence of the Ancient of Days.

16><> The Ancient of days came with Michael and Gabriel, Raphael and Phanuel, with thousands of thousands, and myriads and myriads, which could not be numbered.

17><> Then that angel came to me, and with his voice saluted me, saying, You are the Son of man, (74) who art born for righteousness, and righteousness has rested upon you.
(74) Son of man. Laurence’s original translation renders this phrase “offspring of man.” Knibb (p. 166) and Charles (p. 185) indicate that it should be “Son of man,” consistent with the other occurrences of that term in the Book of Enoch.

18><> The Righteousness of the Ancient of days shall not forsake you.
19><> He said, On you shall he confer peace in the name of the existing world; for from thence has peace gone forth since the world was created.

20><> And thus shall it happen to you for ever and ever.
21><> All who shall exist, and who shall walk in your path of Righteousness, shall not forsake you for ever.
22><> With you shall be their habitations, with you their lot; nor from you shall they be separated for ever and ever.

23><> And thus shall length of days be with the Son of man. (75)-(75) Son of man. Literally, “offspring of man,” or “the Christ who comes from the offspring of man.”

24><> Peace shall be to the Righteous; and the path of integrity shall the Righteous pursue, in the name of the Lord of Spirits, for Ever and Ever. ❤ AMEN ❤

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