Monthly Archives: April 2011

Fulfillment

Love overflows.

So do not disturb the work God is fulfilling.

It’s not magic when you see the work of God in another human being.

An amazing view of God when before He was invisible to your dreams.

I may be able to view the God in you, but I strive to show you the God in me.

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Love Is…

Excuse me, I don’t want to seem hard or appear more than meets the eyes. I want to be as transparent as clear skies.

I Love to Love!

Show Love. Give Love. Spread Love.

Accept Love. Share Love. Feel Loved,

Above the struggles, worries, frustration and fear that seize Love.

I live through Love to live around the arms and grace of Love.

I can’t see God, but in you I understand…

Unconditional LOVE!

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Food For Thought

I reach out to give you food for thought, but you thought I was reaching to steal your thoughts.

I don’t want you to starve for knowledge in distant thoughts.

I’m reaching out so you can borrow the positivity of my thoughts.

You may not need my hand, but I’ll reach out with love to guide your heart.

The warm spot in my heart creates a masterpiece of shelter that helps guide your heart.

Love isn’t a challenge when you give your all to create a beautiful work of art.

Complextion

Your skin is deep.

The complextion of your affections entrances me into a beautiful sleep.

I’m caught in your character.

What lies beneath?

The truth.

Virtuous serenity.

Can I view?

For You

You left when you stayed on my mind. I could reach you telekineticly. 

I wanted to spend time in your mind.

Subliminal messages trashed as spam resurfaced.

The image of a good time.

Make some plans.

Be the standing room only.

I desire to be the image of a man you have across the palette of your hearts paintbrush.

I lay in your thoughts.

Don’t sleep on this man!

Rise to see the sunset.

Paying Compliment

There is something about love that keeps hold of me.

I’ll blame it for how I feel. Emotions get the best of me.

I forget that unconditional love consoles me.

It’s something I pray for daily, yet it’s in me.

Temptations ain’t right but lust is real to what I choose to see.

Love is the only one that has a hold on me.

So I hold tight to memories that fulfill my dreams.

They don’t complete me, but love compliments me.

Sometimes joy is the only thing I pray for.

Loves overflow refreshes me.

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Come Back

Inebriated on love I’ll confess some.

I’ve loved lust and learned from temptation.

In the end the charity of life won.

Love has taken me from heartache to the testimony of the overcome.

I had to comeback to life to show I hadn’t turned my back on love.

The commencement speech of what I’ve become.

That’s love.

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Real Me

I let you in to read my diary.

Good morning to vulnerability. I will allow you to admire me.

I open my heart so you can read the writer.

Me?

Blinded by flesh I show the color of  heartstrings.

Do you hear the symphony?

The cover, distorted by those who touch and prod through dreams.

I covered up naked, but I lose the translation it seams.

You to proofread me.

Steal the copyrighted authorization. 

My thoughts free me! 

Open the table of contents to view the man in the mirror.

Page one…

Today Shows

I want the power to walk away.

Desperation weather’s my decision. Storms allow fear to stay.

No!

I have to stand up to fight another day.

Promises look far fetched,

so I don’t believe what you say.

Looking ahead I cannot see past today.

But I pray knowing you are better than yesterday.

I haven’t discussed negativity because we both prayed.

Together we can appreciate each other.

Today.

It Was All Good

2 minutes ago I said I love you, and now you don’t believe me.

Sometimes I pray that I don’t punk out.

God my family needs me.

I need sanity.

How do I explain who I am, if I’m portraying a false reality?

A beautiful man who understands but follows his truth. 

Who are you?

I want to keep them close, yet my heart beats in my mental compartments.

The walls of my past encase a heart that’s been through concussions.

I lose memories after the falls.

They need to trust me, but I can even recognize who I am.

Am I dad, son, friend?

Is the spirit I hold trustworthy of being trusted again?

I want to offer my heart and there is no excuse.

Sometimes I sit back and become invisible.

I look, but the shadows overcast doubt that clouds miracles.

I question my role in life.

Do I understand my responsibilities or do I respond to lies?

How do I reply?