ďFor the good that I would I do not: †but the evil which I would not, that I do.Ē †Romans 7:19 (KJV)
question not my quandary when indignant flames † † † all-consume your vanity. † † † i shall soon regain
perfect equanimity, † † † while you drown in shame. vile is your virility, † † † † † † though you feel no pain; † utter your profanity, though you take no blame. hereís a word for sanity: peace it shall reclaim.
Accept you without knowing Feelings silent between us chemistry Sexual movement We elevate Itís time No starving Starving for you Like starving for food Your instinct Sexual appetite Touch familiar How you know my story Your body becomes mine Iím not afraid You never false Iím real Arms open What shame Nude you test me Erection is there Unspoken respect Lust has kicked in You said Iím not broken I felt a deep peace You donít limit this Your flow is...
The yin and yang in everythang.. 2 sides of existence 2 sides to every story 2 eyes 2 ears The sun and the moon Happy and sad Young and old Love and hate.. the duality I can appreciate though there's infinite layers, never ending levels within any person, situation or life. I dig the patterns the universe has presented us with. It's all alluring and ancient feeling yet fully present and fresh. No perfection No imperfections It just is divinely designed no destines just the...
It's a trip so temporary yet endless.. Elusive.. Euphoric.. Can't ignore it and we must explore this momentary space to get a taste of some sacred serenity surpassing the suffering.
Explore thyself In your entirety every which way. The eternal experience, an always evolving adventure with so much to discover, so many mysteries to deeply dwell upon, far too many to fully uncover before we're gone but as we live on we must see we belong because we're here now and shall be forever somehow.
THE CELESTIAL MIRTH A poet not so pleased with men and ground raised up his eyes and looked at distant skies. He grasped a thought just like an angel white that charmed his heart and brought him great delight.
The angel was so pure, a simple nun, so clean of heart and far from worldly whims, obsessed with what was good for tortured men and eager to endow the touch of Christ.
He found himself so cleaned of worldly dirt that stuck to him from gluey desert sweat. He felt a shower of the morning dew did wash away the squalor...