He that isnt against us is for us, for they come into our lives with a heart, mind, and deep spiritual soul. They give of themselves not looking for anything in return, but the best for us as they have our best interest at heart as they truly want that for us. But he that is against us is not for us, as this shall come to pass for the most highest spiritual soul shall and will open your eyes and...
Standing alone in the surf. Again. Sky is bruised by the endless battle. Changing. Apophis retreats. Nothing. Ra’s spear triumphs. Again.
Silence reigns over all. Rushing. Waters upon waters. Hissing. I bleed. Roaring. I remember. Hushed. I forget. Retreating. Everything.
Everything is music. Raindrops fall.
Make a fist. Tensing. Muscles answer. Growing. Stand out in a circular mound upon my arm. Rising. Veins protrude. Nothing. Forks in rivers of green, beneath translucent shadows of skin. Nothing. Rising like the dawn at my wrist.
Did not God think it 'VERY good' when he had made first humans nudd? 'Male and female He created', His father heart demonstrated, Naked and without any shame of their divinely finished frame.
It was that pesky little snake who got folk 'shamed of bits that shake and would have had them cover up the parts God made to help them 'tup' and, in woman's case, suckle young upon the breasts on top half hung.
To those who down the ages blame women for man's fall, I'd cry 'Shame! You've been barking up the wrong tree ...
He only called his mother and father by their names, His hoarse little voice only added mystery to his story, His mother would tell tales of how at mass he’d claim The statue of Jesus was “my papa” praising him in glory.
He was a free spirit, curious about others coming and going, Wandering the earth as if he was some kind of ancient soul, And the day before he died he went around collecting coins, We’ll never know what dreamt when he was only two years old.