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First, relax. Breathe. Calm your spirit and mind. Okay? Let's go...
Holding
On
Patiently
Everyday
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Fantasizing
About
Love
Life
Success
*
Dreaming
Endlessly
About a
Different way.
*
Wheres
Hows
Effortless
Nows
*
Doom
Removed
Endured
Another
Milestone
Somehow
*
Facing
Another
Intricate
Level
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Thrusted
Onward
*
Ever
Xing
Into
Something
Topical
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Met, engaged, conquered...time to face another devil.
All things are possible with God. So, dream big.
Just a place where I let my mind free to speak the innermost feelings and thoughts of my soul
Monday, March 24, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
There's No Place Like Home
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Mystic hollow forgotten tomorrow
tell me of the days of yourn,
dreaded sorrow from love that was borrowed,
clothe me in the pleasure that you adorn.
Oh peace, your solace escapes me...
As worry, your presence rapes me...
Continually taking and reliving the heartbreaking
of what once was but is no more.
I speak of love, a far cry from sex.
Ineffable to the carnal mind who looks for the answer in the flesh.
Unable to attain that goal, is left perplexed.
How to be mentally intertwined, emotionally combined, and to...
spiritually connect.
A man of a different sort,
one who is sullen and distraught would befriend death.
However, I exhale the wisdom of this world,
place my hope in my God, and commune with His life giving spirit.
Of whom I depend on for my next and every breath.
I'm done with the shadows of silhouettes
and silhouettes of shadows. Misrepresentations of
something that is rot. I truly now understand what I seek,
these earthly vessels have not.
It's what is inside the shell that keeps my attention caught.
Intrinsic in nature, altruistic behavior
Simply put, it is the God inside.
Pulling at my heart, captivating my mind, awakening my spirit...
Making me desire for our souls to combine.
For that is a place, a feeling, a warmth... that I know.
It's been so long since I've had it, I've searched all over for it,
and I long to be reunited with it. I'm just so ready to go home.
And leave this...
Mystic hollow with all its forgotten tomorrows
and all of its daydreams of the days of old.
~Flowriter
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Mystic hollow forgotten tomorrow
tell me of the days of yourn,
dreaded sorrow from love that was borrowed,
clothe me in the pleasure that you adorn.
Oh peace, your solace escapes me...
As worry, your presence rapes me...
Continually taking and reliving the heartbreaking
of what once was but is no more.
I speak of love, a far cry from sex.
Ineffable to the carnal mind who looks for the answer in the flesh.
Unable to attain that goal, is left perplexed.
How to be mentally intertwined, emotionally combined, and to...
spiritually connect.
A man of a different sort,
one who is sullen and distraught would befriend death.
However, I exhale the wisdom of this world,
place my hope in my God, and commune with His life giving spirit.
Of whom I depend on for my next and every breath.
I'm done with the shadows of silhouettes
and silhouettes of shadows. Misrepresentations of
something that is rot. I truly now understand what I seek,
these earthly vessels have not.
It's what is inside the shell that keeps my attention caught.
Intrinsic in nature, altruistic behavior
Simply put, it is the God inside.
Pulling at my heart, captivating my mind, awakening my spirit...
Making me desire for our souls to combine.
For that is a place, a feeling, a warmth... that I know.
It's been so long since I've had it, I've searched all over for it,
and I long to be reunited with it. I'm just so ready to go home.
And leave this...
Mystic hollow with all its forgotten tomorrows
and all of its daydreams of the days of old.
~Flowriter
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