When the pillars of life fall
You could always count on dad
The heavens rise for his entrance
And the angels tell of his stories
So plenty and full of the outdoors, antiques, and glory
His love is left to be
Awakened with each tear we shed
In this promise of everlasting
Dynasty of Design
Ringing to the temples of the most high
Conclusions comes to sorts
Manifesting in what forgives us at our core
And blossoms at our pores is our spirit of life
In an elite power of sanctity
Thinking we have cherished
Dad to the fullest, Honoring his memories
And giving way to the quilt of compassion
For the lives he gave and touched so many
Dad’s memoir is full of serving
And only the rainbows can tell his tales
We implore thee and Thank thee
For Granting Ron’s life
He will be dearly missed
May his stream of love
be ever-flowing through divinity
seeking only Peace Now
Thank You
And how does this settle the raging waters inside?
Claiming to cleanse my slate, With the cool champagne of freedom’s toll?
Let the wonder of it all shield the brethren when I fall,
And wake the honored Angels as guarded prisms calling,
to the Lighthouse of our soul,
Releasing the deeds that bring us to our knees for forgiveness,
Begging for the light to shine its rays on our hopes and dreams
Until we collide with the sky and finally find our Safe Haven in your arms
Wrap us with clarity to perform as artist’s dare to
Proving our Love resides not only in Virtue
But flares with the Truth, Oh deliver us!
A quest that unionizes us with Christ
Bury my passions in your sanctity So that my Glory exceeds
The Couture’s quenching abilities,
tame my heart, place my future in the hands of your bliss
kiss me as if,
the succulent dessert enchanting me is clearing my inhibitions,
bearing the reign of every mercy,
compliment me, so that when the matchless appraisal
captured in the Sun’s dawning embrace comes,
it relays the supple perfection only divinity can sprout,
and compares to my love,
oh adorn me, my sweet
and keep the hour still
for time has paused and is letting our temptations escape,
administer all the pleasantries that hide, and run with me through the waves that seek
to be cured, confine me to your endless rhythm of beauty,
I am a mute compared to your luring kaleidoscope of Trust
Lewd me with your doctrine of hope
And show me the wheel of virtues that cling to you,
So that I may thrust my passions through
The doorway of innocence and tell me I’m always yours
The beat of my heart complies with every tear that unfolds the mysteries,
I long for.
A World wrapped in Heaven’s Divine Arms truly embraces
The love shared by us all especially in tough times,
We are all a Family,
Let these Hurricanes run passed us all and monitor our deepest strength
To provide and fight until the Wind and trees render our Hope,
Open this door to our true Character and shake the Tree of Life
Taking a gander at our Faith,
Compressed in all This Pain,
Lure our devotions to be our stronghold,
And let this golden spool
Sew into a dynasty the love that is necessary to help the needy
Overcome every failed promise,
Holding onto the only truth we know,
To believe and reach into the depths of heaven by our Kindnesses and Strength,
Lord, Teach us to fly again and let our wings soar bringing Jewels to your Angels
Enlighten our way to Destiny’s Charity and allow us to climb your ladder of Faith,
Provide us the melody of Courage so that we may once again Dine with your finest wine,
And hand us this Powerful Trident you speak of in our dreams,
To let us fight through every storm with a divine hunger for greatness of our form,
Please take this tragedy from us, ending our suffering,
When there is no more air for our lungs, when there is no more water for our thirst,
We will still Praise you
Amen
Impound in me a decree that carries my love over the Threshold,
Shaking the tree of life until every fruit of the spirit falls on me,
The Living fountain of purity sits with the astute rays of sunshine contouring what truly is Divine,
Conjuring tears of joy like a basket of newborn ducklings,
Stretching, learning to see for the first time,
Roots that exhort the truth behind the hinges of reality,
That greatly strengthens a person’s faith,
Carry on with miracles that behoove you
Until the everlasting Straights of Jesus part and mountains collapse,
The rain suffers and fear reigns,
When there is no more air for my lungs or water for my thirst,
Pursue me, Lord, harvest your Plantation of decrees,
That prompt forgiveness and remind me to mend my ways,
Envisioning inspiration to perhaps consume us all,
As Jesus’ name is the remedy and takes us beyond our dreams,
Let his Glory Master divinity’s chime and outline the prime face of Beauty
Creating every Passion to peak and every speaking tongue to widen in love
Encouraging the hour to bring us a timeless escape with endless wonders,
Capturing the essence of our Prized Devotions, to always Praise you
Amen
Caressing the gold of the platter is like fulfilling years of longings,
that have only wished to come to life,
Confounded in supple agreement,
to unite with a freedom,
that has been smothered by past strife,
a barren production of love,
outweighed by a forgiveness summoned,
by the heavens,
opening the pathway
for the breath of passion to evolve
a curtesy in tune with the desires that presume
to cloak you in a weltering defiance that claims
the unspoken fancy you require at your feast of undying approval
with succulent hopes and dreams thriving about
until you pursue the very taste that drives you insane
and makes you refine your own commencement
that assumes to take you past heaven’s glory
and redefine your entire life,
stirring every insatiable temptation inside
taking you to the castle’s doorway
tipping all the scales to what truly is divine
Tether me to the strings of your passion, my love
Fulfill every quested devotion, and kiss me until the sun sets no more
Rave about with your plying pride until mine smothers you with famine
Thirsting for the very semblance of purity I offer you
Can this heart mend with the copulating consent
The succulent desire’s haven approached us
And we have both fallen to it’s magical temptations
Let the stream of glory find you ready for it’s meal
And take from the parcels of beauty, every matchless appeal
Come to my tresses, and let me bury you alive in my passion
Until our strength meets with perfection and
We find ourselves on our knees to Christ
