There is a symbol.
Stamp on everything in this life.
Everything is marked.
And highlighted by a brand,
Nearing closer to the forehead…
Of your fellowman.
And you leave your world unpure?
‘Let no man worhip any gods before ME? ‘
Said He.
The Almighty.
And many have replaced Him in their lives,
To deny it but are quite…
Symbolized!
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Take and keep it!
Believe the journey.Enjoy the scene.Wrap your heart around the moment.Be there…And remember each detail.Prevail and succeed.Live as if it breathes within you.Feel, unlock and release…Every thrill increasing your excitement.Exclaim in shouts!Come out with it,Or hide in quiet gratefulness.You hold the key.Know that awake or in deep peaceful sleep.It is yours to keep!Let this sensation unresisted…
No honey…
Your standing on my foot.The one with the corns,Bunions.And ingrown toenails!I can’t breathe.That’s why I’m whispering.The pain is killing me.Please…The weight.I’m losing consciousness.
Tall
Dark!And preserved,In the finestOf God given humility!
No one exploited the evening.
The host as boringAs any snoring conversation can get.Even the hors d’oeuvres seemed to beg for escape.Faster than the ‘help’ could deliver them.They were deliciously placed…On silver platters that held homemade doilies!And dipped to taste in minted sauce.The better half of ‘Mister Excitement’ had made.Even the chambermaids made an appearance,To check for life by feather…
Evaluating the messenger,
Nor do judgements given,Dissect its power.Options of free will,Have never stopped the foolish.Lessons learned too late…Are what they are!Lessons learned,Too late.Satiating a taste,For diminishing appetites.Those believing it is never too late…Only have to stop their wishes,For yesterdays reminisced.To look outside to find that time…Has not ceased to stop,For those choosing to block it from moving…
You gotta be ‘real’
You can’t steal Him through prayer…And pretend with everyone,You know He’s there!You gotta be ‘real’To know God in your heart!You can’t steal Him through prayer…And treat other folks like you don’t care!They call themselves names of faith.Especially after church service,Chirping and tasting sold homemadeBaked cakes.They leave this placeWith gossip on their tongues…Trying to convince themselves,And…