The sun is measured in parables that escape time
with each waking breath comforting the next
shouting inside for eternity that rides on the waves
of the colorful rays into a century that commemorates
its seasons with a new glimpse of honor as the sun sets.
Searching in a moments touch for the best way to dedicate
an eye that plays into the wealth of beauty and creates opportunity
to form a bond inasmuchas a heavenly pond of unity conforming
thus mounting itself with brilliance that sings into years and marvels
at the throne that leads us to our creator enriches the bashful to an entirely
new way of love searching through the bodily form for a soul that harnesses
the power to encourage a matchless court of kings and queens that listen
to one voice only as their chests beat with pounding desire to greet the faithful
convincing us to bow on call and meet with our sanctity.
The winds move freely
The whispers of angels are singing
Time moves us to thoughts of winning
In a world so full of posture
A glimmering decimal of hope lay stray
Upon the hand that may
Tug at you for this and that
How is it you have such
Presence with the months
That stare down into your soul
As you achieve all that you believe
With the touch of glitter
Of the fairies that are dancing
Around your very own fire
Let your desires shine into the light
And never forget that your sight
Is such from the highest almighty
I become one with the holy
And sin has departed
Closing the gates to a mansion
That delivered me in passion
To resist your contempt
And prospers my soul
Giving way to a quilt that is told
To master deliverance
And fold into a practice
That receives and conceives of
The proper hand from above
In Compassion
Magic Only From Above
Contemplation falls suit
As I commute words to a page
That say one thing
And approve of my ring
of faith
nestled in my heart
and showing an art
to a place that registers
and measures me
in ways that say
I’ve been benefitted
From above
And nothing I do
Is of me
But you can see
The magic
In committing
To the one
That blew the horns
And opened the doors
To sanctity
I imagine something that takes me
Down a road and this place
Exits to offer a bow of renewal
Tempting fate and making my way
To the moon of a fraction of what may
Touch this ribbon
Showing excellence and giving a new name
To passion, offering ones hand
To the Lord seems to play
A big part in healing the day
And mending sorts in the sand on the beach
Showing how my eyes can meet
With my truest desires
As I commit to winning the hand
Of my Lord.
A prayer about honor
Lord your presence offers a recluse
That entails and escapes dignity
Leaving to introduce
A perception that is truer
To thyne eye of reason
Than ever laid
Might I appease the son
With my difference?
and might I win my next challenge
Take me to new measures
And pleasure my honor
With your will
Have mercy
I touch the tips of heaven
With flowers and ponies
And such thoughts
that stare at me and say
I have chosen
The path less taken
Emptying my blanket
To the ground
And begging God
For mercy
Time plays into my harp
And tells me to keep sharp
So that one day
When I’m the one standing
I will have on my heart
The one that declares me steady
Time spills and puddles
The scene
such harmony is brought
to caress a tale
one that distills
and permeates
through the air
the light Is shown
as you wear your smile
let this next day
say to you
how marvelous
and true
to your spirit
you are
and let your rays
funnel your being
as you are running
to achieve
and believe
in something we cannot see
