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I have found myself having this same conversation over and over again lately. I just want to set something straight once and for all. God does not hate you. He never did and never will. If you hear anyone say this lie RUN as fast and far away as possible.
Everyone is welcome on my pages. Everyone is welcome to message me. I am here to share God's love and HOPE . I cannot solve your problems but He can and He wants too. Ask Him. He has been waiting from before time to hear from you. He sent His Son Jesus to die in your place so you can be with Him. And the best part is He rose from the dead. He's alive and can talk to you, touch you, comfort you and be with you always.
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withdraw the list of faces i long to read
Sat, October 10, 2009 - 2:38 PM
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counting on sorrow to slow the certain warmth tumble me down the requiem climb in this my persistent necessity a piece of thought void of mercy enough to recoil from sight as the earth swallows the cursed son hidden near the lairs of legends the light from twilight dancing forms to swirl on airs to kiss you deeply hovering arms of covering linger on every mornings breath ever dreaming frequent visitor ever changing flight and what was to rise in us to resist the balm of interest worlds barren of time a longer pause to count the cost and praise the damned skip the waves as sunken ships of men resolve to influence the aim of desire fantasy awakens the weakening of justice and wind on fire to end the matter daring time to still the dangle of self my companion in chaos forged in the minefields of love the dragons on the shore resisting your flaming scent completes the course and from this pinacle of defeat i rest nearing thunder pleading infinite the space needed to accomplish loss the weight of color on ink the joy of words across the age the lust of eyes fighting grace abandoned to flame the heart-song thrones venture to abdicate homage dear the ethereal mist of promise yet unleashed to touch the lifting sand complicates the response of neglect issue wounds of delight and hesitate to answer the forest floors green of leaf and dark of dew a scene of pardon a season apart of darkness sitting as close as it dare waiting at the cross-roads of desire forgetting the ways of my life i sink to myself transparent and wonder why not clothe me cold in controversy ? creature white with fear parable traveled far on disguise bread crumb trails on stoney path fade to lead my humble feet how fond your memories how calm the empty tomb so delicate balance of fate lost in screams of rust the sound of her voice the movement of her thoughts daydreams of truth the antique warning sounds as i nail the stars to the wall circling crown my trophy my disease a comfort wax-like i settle and splash my denial a demand of tick chasing tock drinks the empty cup to bend the light distorting the purpose replacing the focus and somewhere on a silver lake kenny scharf's cat is dreaming cilantro vanilla ambrosia i the son of another's joy servant of my infirmity the last to call in winter's wrath a promise now to count my bones lost i march in infant dreams
elms breath to my ears send
Sat, October 10, 2009 - 1:49 AM
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stay here till the sunrise pretending to live now is the time to do what you know breathe the false air of destiny told to me a history hidden paths reveal lost yields birthed on this winters tale indiscretions taken and fueled must with revelation speak shadow lives and flesh divides heart and mind your tears cannot quench the fire raging in your eyes for all we know is mist on the plain victims of a stranger past and countless time intersect my lowly realm of bore if you can take it and make it as you unravel and look me up and give it to me darkly i'll never breathe again but that music flow from graces to spaces unseen i didn't blink to think i'd miss you radiate i can feel the scars i read them boldly statement of success your triumph from my stare to somewhere you continue as my hands shake to the heartbreak to own the freedom that enslaves you in my left hand the paper waving
near the edge of salts air i live
Sat, October 10, 2009 - 1:31 AM
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where first lights streaming over darkened waters glow i fight off the night to warn the day delaying the inheritance of sunrise fog slowly lifting i dream in voices rich and unknown sounds and rituals abound i swarm among the dance beneath the waves where fortune sleeps praising the vanished led away from islands rest to follow charmed choices of dare it is time she says running naked from the room flying in her dreams approaching the single marvel that only money can buy tell me what you hear and i will stay on calm embrace from a running start and soar above the dread
who has not departed from their heart
Sat, October 10, 2009 - 1:21 AM
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asleep at the wheel of this wild life when i was born of tears as i left love bleeding black thorns to touch a banquet of decay driven from the danger to ask the pillow why yearning for love in the deep end learning in shadows to die alone thrown to the twisting storm i can still hear her pleading in my defeated heart fighting the loophole of life conclusions i climb memorial of no time for me to touch the peeble skipping across my vacant mind former beauty dealt cruelly until l i am empty of all i fear penetration of angels fixing blame drops of silent debt the language i spoke to no one everyday
pillow talk
Sat, December 23, 2006 - 12:43 PM
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touching my lies with those eyes not as innocent as mine as I dream myself distant from the frailty left promised waiting for you to call me or settle my heart from the pillow talk I never understood writing for the wall of pretense never giving much thought to the satellites spinning all around her life races past as I watch in slow motion the fading walls collapse into a sound buried in a diary and her ashtray pretending to muse the girl in her youth following her footsteps and voices and awaken the light and breathe in the music once given freely to pound my heart to sand pillow talk and black books reveal the gardener not her father or the emptiness of her daydream playing her familiar song alone alongside the forgiveness of my day job her disease ringing in my ears enchanted rest for the gathering of crumbs that fell from life lay out to rescue us from ourselves my eyes sewn shut and I gave up the reason to breathe out these words lashing the bells of endless echoes the alphabet we burned searching the words that disguises and shelters us from the womb I hear you knocking on my window climbing up to escape the captivity of becoming another winter's flower bursting the soil we placed you in an old book for a century to press the beauty into darkness resting in the union of dust and angel overseers of the oneness of words and wood pulp the moment the clarity of wild drops of never on our souls and cuts out my heart ten thousand times with silence and pillow talk Delicious shades of yesterday Upon the damage of a single solitude I wrecked the arrival of waters pouring The fore gone mist of the new hope Squint up to shower the mirror mention Of titles and compromises Lazy look up hair tossed Maneuvers assembled to warn her Delicious shades of yesterday Amend your lost retrofit your love Torn to conquer Twisted for gain and suture Of the common delight Pour me a soul ripe for squander Lift the spillage of my youth for icons to devour Motion my madness far to design The ruin of heavenly display Fork the road rifle the dented sale of night And glamour thrown to bones To rattle the sky of mint and mindless fortress shorn Feast on lonesome flicker of frost Festive candle of war The lingering scent of almost home Nailed to the roof of your mouth For words to slice and cling To manage only silence And Yet You Have No Name In the web of joy your mist The volume of my mistake Your touch Scattering my doubts Invade my innocence Divisible by you my heart For a monument housed And what the winter can season Like a script you grew From where you fell And yet you have no name Your folded soul The tattered tale Opens doors to hidden wars Pierced to shelter Your foreign thoughts fulfill Arrows arraigned to encounter Past bound sacred wind The right to bleed the morning air Passing time to pain The fruit describes the fall Gracing canvas to stain The memory of its birth conundrum of love { my still life} purpose the reasons of the night lift the cover of day for lust-bound friends follow hard the meaning of sight and sound in hand fragile the blink of yesterday found in the fist of the forgotton dine on sweet lulabies and suggestions unopened twisted memories soar in my overt possibilities as my personalty tumbles lost longing tracts lingering just dusty trailing whispers as we try to beat the conundrum of love menace me blind love lost memory brandish your hand strike the gifts of mercy find me and attach your arms to my hindering force me to drink the cup full and proud diseased among the lepers of merriment clothe me with your breath of years held out hampering time and recorded misery extend my days and never-ending nights your rest reveal my intent to heart and soul wrapped song spend my days buying love and burying the accessories barter lips and touch for love's lies in my still life ************************ opposite hearts while we with opposite hearts correct the balance challenge the flame of gross imcompetence to speech unlearned wronged by the night and deeds of consecration fill my eyes with lies and my ears with wings of dreams uttered so swiftly only the wounded recall the toil require of me a weight of silence and a breath of denial strong tarry the vision indebted mask the howling night of need paint with black so dark it bleeds a hundred times between the lines my replacement soul fixed and climbing banded with tissue torn from temptation lost random passage of what reigns and what was saved the salvage of walking stone and bone anouncing wealth to wafers of paste and plates of rusted garments of vainity the duration passed and generosity exceeded look for the tumble and strange love succeed the flesh of glass and a teardrop in midair 1:40 AM 9/26/2006
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