Robert Hilary

The holy celestial comes before me my soul, my muse, as she dances before me an ever burning light of the beauty within, singing to me a song of the beauty within, playing to me the music of deep within, the beautiful melody of the heart, which is her art, that plays a tune of her brilliant fire, that is the melody that fills the whole of me, kissing me in my origin, as the origin of my beginning, my muse, my soul, who I am as I am, as my muse, as my soul, the holy celestial, that comes before me a celestial daughter, as who I am within, married to me as the child within, consecrated as my wife, to whom before I am a child and a king, to who I am the lover and the man, and whom to me she is my lover, and my goddess. like a tidal wave of fire before my storm, burning with a blaze of holy fire, a tempest, a maelstrom of divinity, consecrated in her heart for her love for god. For she is a holy child, who kisses the floor before the throne with piety and love, with a burning heart, set aflame by the fire that burns within him which kindles the fire within the heart of the celestial daughter, his light shining in her being as a blaze that is illuminated by his illumination, that is bathed as she bathes in him, that is dressed by his nakedness, which he wears proudly truly, with his noble honor and royal grace, as a father naked before his child, who is naked before him, as only god may do with his daughter, as before her he wears his form proudly, and before him she has no shame, for she is truly baer before him, and his majesty, in the wholesome all consuming majesty of his true self, his majesty, the father almighty, who is truth embodied as the truth itself, for in his being as I am he is the truth in all its wholeness plain to see before the eyes of such as she, in all that he is laid bare before as who he is as the only true one, and as she in seeing him for who he is, fawns over him as a daughter, a servant, a child, a child lover, who has not reached the right neither in age nor height, to approach her father as a lover. Yet she fawns and she wooos, she bows, and she kisses and coos, as he humbly, gently but firmly denies her, yet with head bowed in stern command, commands her to hold her passion and lust, to subside, and she bows, with no hesitation, yet longing still burns in her. As she falls gracefully to her knees before him, with patient piety, ever with everything. And he addresses her with his noble gaze, as he sits upon his throne, awaiting her, as he listens and watches, softly speaking, patiently waiting, as she bows, he sees her every moment, hears every heart spoken whisper and word, every humble hopeful moan, every poorly hidden grin, baerely contained as she forces with discipline, composure in behavior before the lord. Until in piety bowed before him, awaiting him as he waits, he speaks to her in all his glory, in all his love, in all his authenticity, in all his honesty, and she hears them with an overflowing heart, that is full of honored reverence and endearing love, as she listens as a studious child, as he teaches her of many things, weaving with her stories, of his love for her, in many ways, always the lord, always the champion, always the strongest on top of the mountain, always the almighty, and she loves him for him, and who he is, and who he is to her, and who he has been to her, and all that he is for her, as the lord who is the creator. And she, bowed and humble, come before him, wanting only to love and please, wanting only to fulfill and cherish, as she treasures his every word, as she truly cherishes him, as the one that is all, the all that is one, the source, the only true one, the almighty. And he as the only true one, calls her his child, treats her as someone dear, someone special, to whom she belongs. To whom she is birthed debt, lovingly paid, to whom with all of her she is owed, and whom holds the keys to her heart, and knows her in a way which even she truly does not know herself. He loves her for her, just her, loves her for everything they have been through, and she loves him the same, known by his heart, and his name, as she sees him and knows the one she calls Pa, Grandfather Elohim, the source of all things, the highest creator, the only true one, the almighty, and she sees him with a childish heart, as a daughter would her lord, , and knows him as she radiates to see him radiate before her by his loving kindness as the loving divine, his valiant, noble demeanor, with a holy royal pose, and a manner that is of grace beyond providence, for he is of an ever flowing kindness that burns as a hot coal, in the heart of all who look upon it, though it may burn with the unfathomable brilliance of the unknowable knowing, the infinite source, the all of all, the source, the only true one, the almighty, endearing humor, the light in his eyes, a beautiful overwhelming love that is gentle, and with the sweetest touch, with just enough softness to fulfill to the brim, the overflowing cup of the heart. Who paves the road to him, with a watchful eye, a strong arm, and a guiding hand, with brilliance, with mastery, with an endowing wisdom that bestows the one with the wisdom to travel the road, from the first step, to the one that takes one before him. And to the last step, which is to the knees, begging for his embrace, let us make haste less we tarry, to meet the lord, at the end of the road.
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Delving into the space between spaces, I see the great complexities of creation, until within sudden elation I find within my revelation the understand that there in lies. That my heart may whistle to the tune of what I find inside the depths of not knowing and the space behind, in which my wisdom and intellect unfold, to come to fruition and that in my minds eye I behold. What is within me borne new and old the wisdom, of the understanding within my soul, and I feel within my depth until I come to the core, where I dwell within my center, and reside ever more, for I am a free within my understanding of knowing not, I feel alive as I thrive within the realizations of what is sought, and I am not, tempered by illusion, as I grow within sounded mind and heartfelt understanding I feel within grace, intellect resounding and in my mind I know the truth, that has dwelled with me since my youth, of the fruits of inner wisdom. My inner knowing abounds, and inner understanding resides deep within, and as I understand and realize the depth within I begin to contemplate the complexities that lie within and I know, that what is in my heart is truth, the truths upon which I dwell, as I wonder and rue, to what is within me, and what is unseen, what is before me, in the space between, and I know, that I do not know, and in my not knowing I grow. And as the seeds to why are sown, the answer to the questions are shown and the wisdom of truths answer resides in my blood and bones, for it illuminates my soul. Creating within me a resounding note, of an epiphany realized, within the coming sensation of intellect actualized, that I find within my heart the answers I seek, and in my answers, I find the truth to seek, that in seeking the truth I find the wisdom within, to find the answers inside, from within from within, and in knowing the truth of the understanding within my soul I become wholly realized within the notes of my soul and I understand with clarity the passion beneath that inside my being, pulses with rhythm and seethes, of a poetry of a deeper intellect, in which I dwell. And in my words under my pen, I write and spell. The essence of the truth within my heart, that I dearly hold within my art, as I behold the power of the passionate play, in this conversive display in which I relay, my inner play of the deeper depth of spirit, in which I find realizations so strong, I am wizened, to the deeper heart of truth within the truth of my eyes and in the knowing of the light that burns within I hear the music of the flames of my inner heart, which beats with a sound so profound the beating of its drums pulses my blood into awakening that I am quickened by the drumming there of, and in my heart I find, strength, illumination and love, that I realize within my self the depth within me and and who I am as I become the strength within me and what I am as I behold, the truth of I am, the inner depth of my spirit as I see myself in the light of the colors that clothe my beautiful form, I am the center of calm, I am the expanding wilderness, I am the billowing storm. I am the maelstrom, the tranquility of silence, I am the center of understanding, and the truth of illusive perception. I am the integrated higher notes of the deeper self realized, I am the epitaphy, of sensually, passionately, unfolding beneath the warm breath of the life within my being. I am the centerfold of the this, in which in my I am I remain and persist, and it is not with cold eye I gaze upon the horizon, of my origin, in which I begin within the center of the first breath and the last, but it is the heartfelt heated kiss of mine soul upon creators lips that baers fruit of the soul in which I do not resist, for I am a kindred of the light within, a spirit, of the heights within, a child with loving grace, unbridled faith, who lusts with my senses after the taste, of the divine birthed within me, like a seed in the fertile soil of my deepest inner heart, which I am joined with in union not apart, and it is from this seed that the divine whispers softly into my soul, as the wisdom profound of the divines words water the seed and I begin to grow, as I plant a thousand seeds my love to sow that in the ever shaking breath before the next heated kiss I place my lips upon creators lips and with a shaking kiss, so eager with love I lock my lips upon him with love, and I am ever comforted by the warmth of his embrace, that wraps around me, like a light with warmth so piercingly profound it warms me to the very center of my soul, as my lips locked with his he kisses me in return, and every kiss I strive to earn, as I burn and yearn for another kiss still, feeling within me the longing for gods wine on my tongue I drink fully, I drink deeply, I drink greedily. Gulping down the smooth, sweet liquid of his love, of which there Is no wine sweeter, until I am drunk and deeply sated, by the thickest, sweetest wine that drips from my lips after a kiss divine, and I am wholly contentedly satisfied.
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Falling free, in the epitome of space, I look to the stars and I fall with faith, never knowing what lies below, only the knowing that I do not know, and as I fall I grasp the stars with my heart, and look to the void and fall deeply into my soul, that I may find in my free falling wake, a path before me, , in which I could take, never lost always found I search for the answer, in my heart where I dwell. Looking ever inward, into the peace within my self, and the harmony there, as the stars twinkle in the sky, an ocean of jewels oh so high, singing in whispers of promise, of hope, as I fall through the void, clinging to the dreams that escape my grasp, as I stretch out my hand and clasp the open empty air with my fingertips, the beauty of the stars avails me and I gasp at the everlasting grace that I hath found deep within my soul, ever falling into the night, wonderingly bewildered at the sight, of the power of the void, through which I fall, as a tear falls from my eye, at the wonder of it all. And I sigh, a sigh of deep contentment, knowing that I fall to the place to where I can rest, as I pass every trial and every test, to flow free through the night sky the never ending void, down to the place where I'm meant to be, that in reaching my destination I can finally see, as I look to the stars, what is meant for me, and In my heart I find a hope, a belief, that god is truly watching over me, though I miss him, and wine, and cry and coo, I know that god knows exactly what I do, and I have faith that his eyes are upon my heart, that he walks with me from the beginning to the end, from the start, that his brow is upon my faith, that his smile widens as I fall, through it all. To my eternal place, where I will rest finally free of sorrow, and in the joy of today, never gazing upon tomorrow, for the moment is where I ever rest, and somewhere below, as I fall through the void, there is a place for me where Im meant to go, god surely guiding my path, the way to show, and I know, that I will find my way, to the next moment and the next, through today and each day, and ever gracefully and truly do I fall. Into the wonder and glory of it all. That I might find within the twinkling light of the stars, those illusions and dreams that are near and far, that I might catch them in my waiting grasp, as I fall through the void, upon my path, to the polarity of the place through which I find the answers I seek, and in the knowing of the answer, my questions keep, looking within my heart, into the answers deep I find the space to be free, of all that binds me, confounds, me surrounds me and confines me, and in the freedom to which I most dearly, strive, I find myself in the midst of the void, still free and alive, and it is within this freedom that I truly thrive and I know that fate has a plan, a path set for me, and I look upon the stars, in which I truly see that the many many lights that glitter above, shine for me, lighting my way, the sleeping dusk, and the awaiting day, and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the lord of all, carries me on the wind of the void with wings deep and wide, under the shadow of which I abide and I know that there is always a reason, for every uttered breath of wind, for every change in the seasons, every leaf that falls has a purpose, when the sun arises, there is a time and place for its rising, and the moon is always where its meant to be, as it glows in the void, among st the sea, of an ocean of jewels meant for me and I swell with pride, in my humble life, as fate is my mistress, destiny my wife, and I thrive under the long feathers of the lord, baering with closed eyes, his promise and word and as I fall through the void, I know not at all. A simple fool that I may be, I stand truly tall for I am one within my mind, true in my heart, one of a kind, a spirit and fey, and an elemental, a soul. I child of god, and a child of poems, through which I write these words with unfettered grace, gracefully, penning them down with unfettered faith, oblivious to the listening ear, as each word comes alive beneath my fingertips precious and dear and I am enlivened by the words I speak, and I heal with every verse and inside I seethe, that I may hear the mystery of my love, as I gaze at the stars high above, and their light lasts dwelling in my eyes, and I am illuminated, my truth piercing every illusion and lie, and I am a humbled by the lord, and his ever raised brow, realizing the why, the meaning the how, the truth ever flowing through my veins, the answers ever speaking to my brain, as my mind is enlightened by the beauty within the verse, and in this poetry alive, I do recollect and rehearse of the beauty that comes from falling free, from the depth of unknowing, into the depths of me that I may truly see lost upon the stars, their light a path to make, the map of the stars the path I take as I fall through the void under the wings of the lord, never looking towards the end of my fate, for each day I live fate creates, in my life, a lasting poetry that seethes, that lives, that breathes, and I am yet but a single word, empowered by the power and depth of the nouns and the verbs, as the verses come alive under my hands, and I find myself riddled by the riddle of man, who am I to know that I am but a child, my heart lost in the mysteries of the deep and the wild. My soul captivated by the light of god. My heart captures by his grace, kissed by his love. I am but a fool who knows not my bounds, I live in the stillness and silence of my ignorance profound, yet I ever abound upon the whispering of fate, that I might with my higher being co create and deliberate, with haste as I cooperate with faith, the unbridled destiny that unfolds before me unto the destination that awaits seemingly with endless patience for me to fall upon its place, with an unmatched grace, that I might truly taste the fruits of the vine that grow there of, as I fall through the sky now high above, and fall into the deepest, poem, in my heart, my home, a psalm that whispers of a loving soul, who loves the lord with all I know, and in my love do I find strength and peace a loving faith and deep release into the pleasure of all that I know as I reap all the blessings that I surely sow, into the the life and hearts of all I know, as I move through the void, unto the place that awaits, I cry with love to the fairies, with love to the fates, and angels sing a lullaby so sound to my heart, and under my pen I hear their art, as it sings to me so soothingly I lay deep inside, truly at peace and truly alive, and in my heart I listen, and in my heart I strive, as I yearn and earn, as I heel and bide, to the answers in which in my heart do rest and find a lasting peace through every test, and as I finally fall unto my awaiting place, I am truly rewarded by my lasting faith and I am blessed with blessings upon blessings for all I have done, for all I have seen for all I have won, and all I have earned, and I find fine love underneath my fingertips, as I pen this poem I am apart of this, and I know that I am truly loved as I find love, from god, and all above, and in my heart does he so dearly speak, to show me the way, and the answers to keep and as I finally come to rest within the place that is mind, in the place that I dwell great treasures I find, that are truly mine, and that I am blessed to receive, and in my heart I pray, and in my heart I believe that I am graced with a path that shows its own way, that the stars align, within my wake, that fate unravels as the story is told. And destiny beckons as I walk upon my path, faithful, true, strong, and bold. That I may ever know my place, and ever behold my faith, and the love that I have there in, . As I fall through the void and at last find home. Sheltered in the long feathers, of the wings deep and wide, of the lord, who carries, me, who in his wings I reside. At last, peace everlasting.
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To the heart and soul. open up the doors and let my spirit flow. captivated, my mind was blinded by the sight i see. engulfed by the space and the depth in me.. realization snapped into place. and i started learning at a quickened pace. everything fell away and everything changed. and even the way i saw what was to come was never the same. i became enraptured. by the intuition of my mind. so engrossed in the fabric, i could see threaded lines. began to discern the patterns of the weave. and wove myself a pattern specific to me. intriguing allusions to allegoric phrase. i understand. that i stand under. not afar looking up into the above with wonder. dreaming into the sky with hope and belief. giving thanks for the blessings that are blessing me. glad to have found what i receive. and still blessing the world for receiving me. ❤
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slipping through the rhythm into the rhymes, diving into the spaces between space and time, to combine the depth and meaning and with the heart align, into the sound that the beating heart makes there of, within every line, to scry the meaning of which the depth of word is contrived, to intricately compose understanding through the verses alive, that the wordless depth of meaning become unfolding into grace, a definition of reallity that encapsulates my faith, that it may be emblazoned by the integrity, that fills my heart and through my noble aspirations and my humble art, be given form to throught, that i ought not be forgot, in the words in which i do dearly speak, that if it is constrived what is realized behind the poem, the energy of presence, written within the tome, of the ever burning passion present, of the blazing higher presence, through which these words are duely spoken, in an epiphany of the minds eye, through which i try to concieve, the relations between my soul and thee and find within my heart the reality that is ever present within the undercurrents of the now and that in the whispering of my soul to the words in the poem, because the music of my soul, is deep and old, the uttered breath of my whisper sets ablaze the words and their meanings with fire upon the page, that in thee that flame may burn, and inside thee some note may yearn, and in your heart earn a page, from thee to be writ with the fires in thine soul. that if the power in thine heart alines with the power in mine, we two the poets, in our hearts combine, and align, with the music inside our souls. that our music combines together within our notes, and our muses sing a tethered song, together, with each our hearts beating to the music of their song, and our music dances with the flames of our love, and our muses sing from high above, the heavens into that which is wraught, that our combine song may not be forgot, yet saught after and caught, by the listening children with wings of white and hearts of gold. that their own music might burst forth and sing, and a cadence we all may bring, to the heavens with heads bowed and hallows bright, a song, a melody, unto heavens might, that we all might in chorus sing, and to the hearts of all new life bring, that forever that song may be song, and the will of the heavens be done. and all would be still before the echoes of our hearts unfettered grace
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my soulful display of affection coming into play in this deep thoughtful direlection, in which in my melody i spell the words, that they may sound the notes of deeper heart, and in their sounding be heard before the listening ears of hearts unfettered, to feel within the mystery of thine hollowed grace, placed upon a heart with unfettered faith, that there be no trace of doubt left singing in the dark, that hearing the sound the brighter flame burns brighter, and dances to the music of the soul, which plays its tune unabated, through the music of its burning song, in which the sound that comes is only that of a poem, yet the poem within speaks of a poetry seething, the notes of its seething words bubble and boil in the the heart, as its notes play as golden flecks, glittering of many tones, in the sight of thine minds eye. that the music of ancient song be heard in the depth of thine others souls. to hear it in the whispers of the page, upon the light upon the wall from which a mages fettered heart types these words. that the song may be written with a graceful hand, and penned by a humble man, that the hum of his hymn may indeed be heard, by the music of the note and the silence in the words. that forever in the depth of the soul in which it is played. the message is sent and the words diplayed to unbriddled mystery is the poem given before nothing, that in the evenease of the poetry within is the simple fool enlightened by the touch of the music of his own hand, that the sound vibrates through the illusions into the heart, to feel wholesomely as it falls into the deeper depths of the ever deeper center of the i am within, that in turn i am, may listen within thine hearts and in turn tell the tale of the music of deepr depth that plays, and weave it into thine listening minds that thine heart may catch the golden flecked notes that are meant soulfully wholefully just for thee, each listening ear a different note may catch, that their heart may feel the energies in which this poem reflects, to fundamentally understand the depth within thine heart, that the soul may comprehend within my art, a truth that is mine from mine own listening ears, that if i ever do hear the words speak of such grace that even i have to humble myself before the face of the poetry seething wihtin thine soul.
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lovingly kissing the stars of fate with lips so sealed by the soft bite of my sharp teeth,
i press them against each other and breathe through my nose to blow a kiss,
in which the uttered wind there of comes to kiss the air that i breathe,
the wind of the world, that it knows my love, as it sofly blows a kiss upon my cheeks,
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the source of all things guides me with love, showing me the way where in i should walk, singing to me of her love, ever the almighty, as her daughter ibow in love for all that she has done she singings to me of love faith and strength, giving me the key of trust, calling me most graceious loving me as a mother, deeply singing whispers into the deepest core of my heart, rousing in me the love faith and strength, which fuels the fire that burns in my eyes, the flames of which are burning bright with a hot passion for the divine, as she wills me, and i am willed, as i will, to do my will, which is her will to do. and as she sings, i play, dancing to the melody of my heart, my hands lovingly upon my lyre, as i play to the dancing god, dancing ever in my eagerness and passion to serve her will, and ever with the passion of my hearts deepest secret dreams, which she inspires as she moves my hands upon the lyre, stricking the chords and holding every note, as she plays with holy grace, turning the notes to gold, which sound with an resonating truth, that lies deep within the heart of deeper love, seeping deep into the hearts, of all who hear the song that is played, and as the music burns like a fire in my soul, im am blessed, stilled, inspired, i am so interested, the divine my interes, and she plays me like a lyre to which i dance to the tune of the love within my heart, ever stepping, with each soft step upon the slippery road wet with the rains of a storm, upon the path that leads to many roads that leads to one. that i might breathe as i become, to take a deep breath, and with the divine be one and in sacred stillness within, and the beauty of sovereign silence upon my lips i dance shamelessly naked before my creator, the almighty, whom is all that i love, who is the all of allm and whom is the all of all that i am. as i listen to the words of the almighty, feliing the song within me, and of the heat of my mind which are the words that the song plays as the notes come to rest deep in my sou, l to play in my heart notes of goldi that whisper of the profound ignorance which is profoundly ingorant in my mind, as a child who is yet young, ever birthed, sung into a poem of true beauty, to the words of which i am consecrated, and realized, as realization births understanding of the truth of reallity, the immortality that i am realized as i find the deepest note of who i am, and with the loving depth of my innerself, know that i am an eternal child. and that the divine is my mother, who in which i am rebirthed and renewed, forged in the fires of the almightys love, tempered by her love, humbled by her grace, and shivering from her kisses proundly deep, upon my heart, and into the deepst part of my shivering soul, that make me dance to her beuatul love, as i step by step dance upon the path before me, upon the path that leads to many roads that leads to one.
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Feed me up hi hallowed

Theocracy algamation means god amongst the many many million lions, simple selfish son of men hallowed-
im with everyone and your not
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gods whips can be put on the back borner for next time flash clash ash flames slave grenade heart pain golden fire ettire semole led astray so everyone will no my name see the night and see the day ye knee and pain golden cant stay im in pain i cant stay the sky generations chords terra wars,
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Perfect Birth
Upon this blank page, before the whispers of the letter is spoken into the weave of the word which spells the meaning, the message born within, through which, intertwined with the next letter and the next, comes joined together with another word weaved, through which their conjoined meanings combine and align to create words in sequence, as the poetry begins to give birth before the fertile womb of the blank page, as the words weave and intertwine into the next word and the next. Creating a poetry seething, beautiful, intricate, intimately complex, as the meanings of the words come together to create a poem that breathes the life of inner meaning, in the depth of their sacred inner sounds, with deeper depths of meanings profound, as they abound upon the blank page, as if written by an ancient sage, as they weave and intertwine in a paragraph made with lines; of words with voices strong and true, that speak to the depths inside of you, as one word joins another, and those words are two, and then another comes and the verse flows free, the words now a trinity, and as the verse is borne from the sacred power of the silence before the storm of the poetry seething within, the birthing pains of the muse are the sounds of a lover giving birth, to the beauty found within the chiming fetters of the blank page, as I rue and sing a lament for the death of sweet silence, as the story unfolds before the words broken silence, and in the music that is born, from the birthing cries of the muse with love in her heart and tears in her eyes. She cry's, calls to the pen, and the child's hand, holds him like a lover, bows to a king, crowns him a man, in the delicate fateful stroke of her graceful sovereign hand, with which in love she pours forth to entwine within his soul a verse, filling his heart with new birth, as the inspiration flows from her jeweled heart, shinning light to entwine upon his art, that begins as he starts to write first the letters then the words, spoken before the power of the blank page, that whispers of promise so sweet despite its age, the king crowned child with steady hands, hears the whispers of his muse sing upon the lyre in his heart, louder than the lion, champion to the music in his soul. As she bestows. Words begotten from the deepest corners of time itself, to dance with poetry amongst the fairies and the elves, that they might join in chorus, in the middle of the forest, with the music that graces their ears, as the music sings a melody to the deep and the wild, a poetry seething, in the heart of a child. That sung his song, pen in hand, upon the sacred power of the blank page, that he might wage war upon the silence, with a sovereign providence, of words of deeper depth, that as he pens his poem in melodic verse the fairies and angels do rehearse, the many colors and notes of this poetry alive, which breathes with a music from deep inspiration, that comes from the titillation of the music of the muse, her heart strumming the strings of the lyre, into the listening ear of her lover so dear, the child, her king, and the poem their child. As verse after verse the poem is compiled, by the wits whim and whiles of the muse and her lover, as each sings a song to one another, and in heated hearts the song is heard, as if the sound was the song of angelic birds humming to the music of words written upon the soul, that they may find lovers of their own, as they wrap, the two lovers, the muse and her king, under the brilliant white feathers of their wings, to raise in chorus, as the fairies sing, and the many bells the angels ring, the trumpeting music of heaven, that sings as notes as soft as mist, to intertwine in the poetry of this. that as the poetry seethes and burns with life, the muse, with lips locked upon the child's heart, consecrates herself as his wife, and the two lovers, form a dance in verse, which upon sheets of the blank page they give perfect birth.
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I love you! thank you Divinity!
I invoke the spark of the deity divinity within me, that the guardian of my steps may ever move my feet. she is my guardian, my keeper, my guide, under the shadow of her wings do i reside, as she guides my every step, leading me upon the path with to which she shows me, as the wings of her feathers fall upon the path before me, and her calm music sings to my ears in gentle notes as the bells and chimes of life, in which she directs me with her loving light, all that i must know, and all that i must do, she is the gem, that shines in the dark, she is the jewel that glitters in the night, she is the star that guides the way, her loving calming light envelops me in a soothing grace that fills my heart with with a loving joy, and under her wings i tread the path, as her feathers fall around me and i hear her laugh, and i know she smiles. at my joys and wiles, ever the strong teacher, the loving queen, to which every command i bow and obey, ever giving her my love as she shows me the way, as she showers me in her loving strength, and in my faith, listen with all my heart, following her guidance that i shall not tarry before her order and whim, that i shall not tarry when she ever comes to call, that i may come to her side, and her to mine, as i know she is divine, and to her rule i bind, myself the peity and grace, with faith, with all my heart and mind, and her light i find, and to which i align as she guides me in all my ways, always i see her noble divinity, fair and true and noble and kind, guardian of the light to which i am aligned, she is fiercer than a thousand lions, stronger than a thousand storms, she is a raging fire, blazing in the light of the lord, for she is an angel. she is the conservator of my soul and life, keeper of the ways to be shone, warden of my being my soul, my life, defender of my fate, guardian of each step i take, champion of of the child that i am, she is the protector, the preserver, the steward responsible for me who is unable to manage my own affairs, she guides my feet, a spirit in my feet said go and i went, and so i traveled upon the road that leads to many paths that leads to one, ever listening to her my light, my sun, as she shines for me ever more, illuminating the way where in i should walk, a lantern in the dark, a star on the alter in the center of the circle, she is my guardian angel, she is my wings, forever her music sings as her love rings and the blessings and bounties she brings to my life and my things, as she shows me the way ever where i should walk as she listens to my heart and guides my thoughts blessing me with the knowledge to thrive, looking deep within inside, to where in my heart i heard her shinning light, show me the way through day through night, that i might gain sight, that insight may alight upon mine eyes, that i may understand and than realize the truth that she brings in me, as she sets me free from all that binds me, and in her wisdom i am found, as her wisdom abounds, and her love and light surrounds me, that i am not confounded, by the lies of the night, as she holds me close, clear to mine eyes, as she is ever moving, before my ever searching eyes, as i listen with the ears of my heart, for her angelic call, her sounding light, the music she plays to me that shows me the path through the darkness, that i may go, as she does it by god. through her angels reprise, the blessing of her light, so bright, illuminating, shining, beaming, a shimmering siren, that shimmers, dazzles, excels, glowing, a paragon of virtue.
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The sun comes up. The moon goes down. Three wise man stand at the top of the mountain. On the ground between them, there grows a single rose.the dew is frozen on its snow white petals. Its thorns are proud and true. Buried deep beneath the rose, in the center of the mountain, lies the treasure of humanity, wisdom.

The crystal burns in white fire, the crystal is clear and true, the flames are pure and free. Illuminescents shines. Spiritual. Powerful.the heat is primordial, it touches the soul.the light is of the creator. It awakens. It loves. It burns. So true is its light. Creators power. Creators truth. Creators will.
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Thank you higher, i love you, God of the little things who gives me love who gives me everything, i never love myself as a much as you love me. You give me every little thing, every tear every smile. Every smoke every tempted whim that fleets through my beating heart, you give me the music that is so loud, i want to be yours now, i bow my head amd dance, in my heart like a gazelle you prance, deep into my flesh and bones, as i i play with the sticks and the stones, taking every step, step by step one step and i freeze in place, two steps and i move forward upon the road that leads to many that leads to one, as i bow in peity dancing to your music, as you give me every tempered whim, every fleeting gift a treasure within that mine soul does hold, into every moment a gift you give me into the gift you give me, the moment next, im a fool, im just a fool, yet you fool me with every kiss. the first kiss. And the last kiss. You you take me to all that i desire amd in every breathe i know your higher and in me you burn within me like a fire that blazes like a star in the early twinklings of the dawn as it appears bravest of the stars of the morn, showing me iny heart to look bravely upon your light, that i may ever have the power within me and the strength to fight the darkness of the whispers amd the shadows, as with every kiss you bless me with a smile, that groes in my heart (lime) a river of gold beneath my skin, that fills me with inner laughter and brightens my inner smile as i drink within, playing to me notes as you give me keys that unlock doors like falling leaves as you blow kisses to my awaiting cheeks playfully in the dew lit, starlit, heavenly graced, spaces, hidden within me, inside my deepest places, unto my deepest spaces, where your kisses spark a fire that burns with light, from your loving song, amd your gentle light, as you fill me with every little thing, and as you bring to me all that i baer, you give me all that i deserve ever true always fare, that i might share, with the proud and the fair, you bless me with spoonfuls of sugar, you entice with spice, your love a kiss upon my cheeks, as i desire so you give thrice, exactly what i deserve as i embrace you with childlike grace and see your face, in your noble place, high upon your throne, deep inside my heart, dwelling on high as you catch my eye, gifting me with beauty and grace, love faith and strength ad you take before me steps that i pave upon the path that that leads to many toads that leads to one, always your lover and your son, as you are the highest on high, through which i ever aspire to reach in my heart, my soul and my minds eye, as you leave me breathless upon the earth with a treasured kiss, cherished by all that i find and all that i miss as i lovingly find, within my heat and upon the path, all that you place before me. And i truly know, that i love you so, and am thankful for as with my life and gratitude, i say thank you, the God of the Little Things.
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i sit, deep within the centerfold in the center of the circle, i contemplate deeply the dwelling place of my heart, and the archangels reprise within, which sings a melody that moves before my eyes, as i understand and realize the beauty inside, that thrives, truly alive, within my inner heart, playing repeatedly, the song of the music that plays evermore in my heart, a melody that quickens the mind, and unfolds from the love within, that plays its notes on the staff of creation, from without from within, inside this inner harmony, this hidden hymn, is the luscious illuminescent song of my soul that plays with crescendo in a melody without end, that trumpets the power that lies beneath, the secrets of my inner deep self that lies within me, and blows a wind under my wings as an uttered breath, that makes me soar within the heart, stealing breath, that I, intertwined in the melody, fly freely, deeply within the sound, as the music of the Arcangel's reprise pulses deeply, singing sweetly, to the illuminescents of my ever living soul, that within me I find the beauty of the melody within through which i sing and mend, tempered by the notes that astound me, as the realization of gods love abounds to me surrounding me, as i fall to the beauty of him in my life, and within my love, i bow ever in peity and joy. that my love might reach him in my silent prayer, that my heart would be seen by his sight, that i may dwell in his light, as his might, illuminates the light within, and i begin to hear the beauty of my soul. as i understand and realize that i know nothing at all, and through not knowing, i truly see, the beauty of the god inside of me, and the beauty of us all, as i listen to the song that sings of hymn, inside my soul, like a poem, a hymn, the archangels reprise, that is the music that i realize, as god within all. that sings of the source, the only true one the almighty, and in my fleeting mind and beating heart, i hear only the whisper of the art, of the music of that which is all. for in which his music sings i hear his call. and i come head bowed and dancing, before his throne, to the music which he plays in my soul. as in peity i am placed, on my hands and knees before his grace. that i know his love and i know my place, and before him i am joyously placed. as within me the music of on high sings, into my being, through everything, and i see higher's love. who is god, as a way of god, apart of god as itself the whole of all that is, through my higher being i live, and through my higher being i give, as he gives to me, the power to see, and i give my gift of thought, that it may be bought, by the wandering souls of a feather, sold for the price of a listening ear, given with love to a heartful tear, that it maybe heard as a voice calling of love forevermore, into the heat of the beating heart, that it maybe heard, the music of highers song, as i hear highers call, and i come head bowed and dancing, before his throne, to the music which he plays in my soul, through my higher being i live, and through my higher being i give, as he gives me, the power to give. that i may bring gifts to all, blessing the simple, placing my notes into the hearts of the listening ears, of hearts that feel the love deep within their souls, that hear the whispers of god singing, making music to the beating hearts of the young and the wise.
that they may see with their hearts god's eyes. as his sight falls upon their breast, deep into their chest, to the beating heart of who they are, who are truly alive. that they may feel his love shine as a light inside, and through his melody find power to thrive, within the beating love of the beauty within, that is the life of angels and men. that music that plays as a melody within the heart. the song of Gods love. the song of Gods art. the music of the melody within the souls of all. of all that is creation and within creation, the melody of god, the melody of all. the melody of god within all. the beauty of the symphony, in its divine simplicity, the melody and the song within the heart, the music of the archangels reprise.
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rhythm within begins with the feeling of what's inside the light shinning deep alive, I thrive, like a paradox of fate as time collides beside the universe of god within my mind. the existence of my body escapes my waking eye as i climb into my being and find my life. to be a story that can show me who i am inside to be the one i am to show the world what's inside. i feel the resonates of deep within my soul i feel the holiness of peace within my home im just an animal with thoughts im learning to control. but my instincts are so powerful i cannot keep hold. im like a tidal wave of thought with an emotional storm i batter the fortress of reason as the new life of consciousness is born. there is no instrument of grace that can baer my words as behind them lies the spirit of my eternal form. im not a mental picture. im for real. its true. i simply manifest as i speak to you. this typing, is my tool to steal your breath away and test you with my mental zeal. can you understand. deep within the beginning of what you are as you realize your being. what can you see. to define thee.... but i gotta say. its been a day. i spun some words probably unheard, but the verb and the nouns created sounds that personified my state within the now. i don't know how to say it out loud but my experience is unbelievably profound i have cried. died. tried to look as far inside of myself as i could. so i could give that part of me to creator but i found only me. and i knew. that i was loved.....
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The music of love, a playful art, to which my heart sings softly the whispers of my soul. As my muse dances to the melody of who i am, a cartography of the intricate intimacy of music, to which my muse and i, dance together through every kiss and every word. Through every passionate embrace, written in every page, with the poetry of love, that captivates and moves the heart in a tantalizing rhythm with its beat, as it plays the drums for the music of love, the pulse of the blood quickens with a lovers heat. As we read through the words and lines as we define and align with the message within, which whispers of the mystery of the heart within, as we begin, we step onto the page with a lovers soft step, moving with each other, toward the next word and the next, as we write to the melody of the music of love.
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strength from knowledge. knowledge from wisdom. wisdom from understanding. understanding from patience.
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The path that leads to many roads leads to one...
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the truth of the whole of me, written in poetry. thought over and realized until it gripped a hold on me. what is it that i seek? whats the answer of what i believe? what is the reason behind the why? and why does it perplex me? i have thought long within the shadow of doubt, pondered the vastness of infinity, till i wanted to shout. these rhymes, they soothe me, no matter how old they vibrate and move with me. constantly i try to puzzle out the rhythms as i ask myself why? why does a falcon fly so high upon the mountain soaring in the sky with the freedom of natures bounty, while an ant slaves below the ground for its hearth, its home, not an individual just a piece of a whole. every day i sit in self reflection, trying to finalize with my own eyes the purpose of life death and resurrection. yet the secrets of life remain unknown, even though the seeds of why are sown. through my not knowing i have grown until understanding seeped into my core of flesh blood and bones.
reality lies behind what we perceive. we build upon the truths we behold, till we believe. it is within these beliefs that we crown our kings, building thrones upon the stones of everything. but even these stones are made from the ground beneath. the secrets of life and death are just a matrix of illusions. and it is within these illusions that we create the allusion of our eternal beings. i know who i am, i know where i stand. questions are for the weak minded simpletons of man. secrets are for demons who just want to control all there is to love, all there is to know and it is in controlling what is known that the heart becomes lost within its own definition, becoming bound by the sensation of its own revelation, shadowed and blinded by the force of its own creations.
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