LOVE VERSUS FEAR

Love Versus Fear

Love heals sadness;  Love heals pain.

Love makes everything remain.

Love is never ever different.

Love is always just the same.

Fear is likely to depress.

Don’t want to be around that mess.

Fear is always masquerading.

Leading straight to wickedness.

Fear likes subtraction and division.

Love knows to add and multiply.

Fear brings doubt from out of nowhere, 

Love will serenely simplify.

Fear keeps tempting me to travel

Down some path that I should take.

Love quickly points and now I see 

Up ahead there is a snake.

Fear keeps trying to hide Its nature 

Ever since the fall.

Love knows every hiding spot.

It did create them after all.

CLEAN SOUL

Clean Soul

Disinfecting The World of Disease

Surrounding Us as we’re on our knees.

Praying For this madness to stop, stop, stop.

Our Tears cry out from the pain within.

Our Love inside Will Always Win.

Protect us Lord We’re Ensnared Again.

Disinfect the Disease we keep letting in.

Wherever We Turn on this World of Ours,

It Bombards Our Senses;  Shall we look towards Mars? 

The Warrior who’s Deep Inside.

Our Hidden Protector;  

The Force We Hide.

For me you placed Him in the last House on the block.

Filled him with a Regal Flair and the Precise Fusion of 

A Determined, Gutsy and Valiant Power to Defend along with an

Obvious, Devastating and Diabolically fierce Desire to Destroy

Any hideous evil in my surroundings!

Thank you Lord, for this Warrior Force.

I know it must only be respectfully brought into battle.

It is not for the faint of heart.

I will discern using its devastating power.

The wounds it blows inside the ENEMY

Exposes The SAME DARKNESS 

Which Attempts to COVER THE TRUTH.

LORD, YOUR TRUTH CAN NOT BE HIDDEN

And My Warrior will prevail

To Uncover the Darkness

Which Drove The Nail 

into your Flesh just a few moments Ago.

This petty Darkness needs only one thing to know:

TRUTH CAN NOT BE HIDDEN.

The LORD May Judge the Living and the Dead.

Choosing to possess a dark spirit, void of light, will reap rewards such as:

A Fearful Existence of Death, Stagnation and Self-Condemnation.  

This reactive state of mind can easily be obtained with little effort, 

minimal resistance and no vision.

Choosing to possess a Light Spirit, Full of Light, will bring fruitful rewards of

Love, Growth and Freedom.

This mutually rewarding state of mind, body and soul can easily be provided through a grateful, obliging and unceasing spirit.

Open Our Mind.

Open Our Heart.

So, Our Spirit May Flow With Every Part.

WILDERNESS LACE

WILDERNESS LACE

Drab repetition...                     Seek less the Mission.

                     Fireside taverns of wood.

           Log  the  altruistic,  vertical  firmness.

             The indefinite bleakness of should.

        As I see the new form of the car of the year,

                  I belch, and I puke, and I roar.

        I will fondle the breast of a woman I see...... 
as her nipples get harder than diamonds of the most sparkling kind, flashing amorphously - voluptuously...

               I yearn at the curve of her lips.

               So red with passion,

               and the rose in her cheek,

               make mountainsides bleak

      while the curious sleep...

         I long for a taste of meat that's so fine!  Yes, an elegant compliment to the most fine red wine.

              If content be the word

then my humble abode

                    would invite such a curious guest.

         Oh, the Tower of Babel

would stumble and fall

         for a creature divine as this miss.

              Through a jungle I'll crawl

              and a giant I'll maim

              to be with this wonderful soul.

         Yes, prudence,

              essential of course to this feast,

              what must it demand for a toll?

                      All of my severance

                      surrendered to you.

                      Yes, so tax me again 'till I bleed.

              As the haze of your icon

                       encompassed delight,

                           full of rapture and warmth

                              of a solace 

                                 so surely assumed, 

                                    for the humblest of nature...

                                                              ...Indeed!!

HARVEST OF MINE

HARVEST OF MINE

I am the master of the mundane.

I have turned it into a game.

Joy will spring up for me to gain...

as I nurture my seeds of pain.