This is my porn as the sunrises off my mountain peak into the blue above
The glance you provide bounces off my soul and beats within the warm flowing flight of my imagination.
How ideal of you to be so…
Anticipation builds as the hour draws me near to you…Can you feel it?
I can be extremely fanatic when it comes to your voice… breath upon my lower extremities
And you know this…
I can’t contain the pleasure that it provided with an utterance- yet you have become familiar with me so well, how?
In this experience of education, I am the pupil. So teach me.
What delight!
Warmth…your passion derives from your soul of thought, and I am pleased.
This is yet another magnificent design…
My heart races at a mere consideration of indecency.
Touching without a touch, and now I am weak.
Bring me your depth, your perception as your glance touches my soul- I can no longer bear, so now, I must release.
And I can’t wait until…your glance touches me- indecently.
Read the threads for this post by clicking on the title, as they are sure to bring forth that much needed inspiration that will open doors...
This will also bring clarification as to the meaning of what I wrote here. But I just had to share this with those that read my blog.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Friday, October 06, 2006
Loss of dominance
I detest those feelings.
Why must I conclude the negative when I know nothing of the actual?
I swear my psyche is torn on things to bring discomfort- yet perseverance prevails!
Trusting is an attribute that I long have struggled to afford, because I cannot control.
I swear on these things that must be costly to life- to let go…
Keep on-step ahead of those…to that which is detrimental, but keep close.
My mind runs ramped through thoughts of…disclosure.
I cannot control.
Breathe fickleness absence.
Like warriors in the field, I crave to be the last standing.
I scrap and struggle with myself to be the victor of…me.
I feel small, minute even- still frustrated.
I cannot control.
I have little patience for the things of this life,
The clock and I are not acquaintances.
I cannot control the fears or desires of my heart,
Those things that plague bad breath upon me and shudder at thoughts of my victory.
My essence, all that is me is ramped.
“I no longer am, but I am becoming…”
What! Thoughts of indiscretion and patterns or habits, hard to break.
Do I misguide my heart into fortitude? Is it misguidance?
How well would one know the tell-tell signs of… gratification
My spirit soars when being blessed with presence- but will it after time
Will what trust that I have built be broken? What prosperity I have built up?
Or will you complement, balance and match with… all?
You know the clock and I aren’t friends,
And don’t want to make hasty selections
How intimidating, me.
I can’t do but the stomach the loss of…control.
My emotions of time and space and…well, rationale
I can no longer wait, I want this have since I seen it-but…
But…
I cannot control.
Why must I conclude the negative when I know nothing of the actual?
I swear my psyche is torn on things to bring discomfort- yet perseverance prevails!
Trusting is an attribute that I long have struggled to afford, because I cannot control.
I swear on these things that must be costly to life- to let go…
Keep on-step ahead of those…to that which is detrimental, but keep close.
My mind runs ramped through thoughts of…disclosure.
I cannot control.
Breathe fickleness absence.
Like warriors in the field, I crave to be the last standing.
I scrap and struggle with myself to be the victor of…me.
I feel small, minute even- still frustrated.
I cannot control.
I have little patience for the things of this life,
The clock and I are not acquaintances.
I cannot control the fears or desires of my heart,
Those things that plague bad breath upon me and shudder at thoughts of my victory.
My essence, all that is me is ramped.
“I no longer am, but I am becoming…”
What! Thoughts of indiscretion and patterns or habits, hard to break.
Do I misguide my heart into fortitude? Is it misguidance?
How well would one know the tell-tell signs of… gratification
My spirit soars when being blessed with presence- but will it after time
Will what trust that I have built be broken? What prosperity I have built up?
Or will you complement, balance and match with… all?
You know the clock and I aren’t friends,
And don’t want to make hasty selections
How intimidating, me.
I can’t do but the stomach the loss of…control.
My emotions of time and space and…well, rationale
I can no longer wait, I want this have since I seen it-but…
But…
I cannot control.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Inspirational Message
THE OLD MAN AND THE BASKET (Author Unknown)
The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible. His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?" The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was "impossible to carry water in a basket," and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got very far . The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it's useless!" "So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different. Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean. "Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out. That is the work of God in our lives. To change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His son."
The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible. His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could. One day the grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?" The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was "impossible to carry water in a basket," and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got very far . The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it's useless!" "So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different. Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean. "Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out. That is the work of God in our lives. To change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His son."
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