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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

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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