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Courtesy of Agung888 
 
 
 
My gift to you is neither gold or silver.
Diamonds can never hold the light of this gift.
Pearls will will never glow beyond the of this gift.
 
It is everlasting and eternal.
Within the gift is enclosed the song of angels.
Another part of the gift is the gentle breath of God
given in love to his creatures.
 
In many ways this gift has life within it
as it changes and grows.
My only valued possession of priceless value is this gift.
 
I give you this gift freely without restraint.
Beyond death it will always be yours.
I give thee my love my love. 
 
 

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Picture couresy of Bing

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Multicolored lighting amidst the sound
of rhythmic thunder pounded the huge hall.
The laughter and droning noises had a hollow metallic sound.
 
The human Ferris wheel was in motion around the center spoke.
Quick glaces, smiles…some real
other’s set in concrete faces.
There was quiet desperation set in the eyes of many.
 
Touching in passing moments of movement
were soft warm bodies
pressed against arms
hips brushing fingertips.
 
Out of loneliness did I seek this place
a passenger on a self-made time machine.
I am tired of too many futures coming to this moment.
 
I want the warmth of my youth.
Child-book romance where just the touch of a hand
freezes time in its beauty.
 
Primitive drums change tempo
the words are lost to the sensation of physical self.
Reality is moved to the edge of pulsating light beneath
the feet of bodies in tune with the sound.
 
Paired dancers locked in self-love
unaware of each other.
A checkerboard of kings and queens without mates
in a game without end. 
 
Surrender whispers the voice within.
A reflection on a mirrored wall looks intently
at a standing figure.
 
A misplaced look of aging shown in
salt and peppered hair with growing signs of age
around the eyes.
 
The dream of youth shatters.
The Guardian of Time Present
leaves through the portal marked “Exit.”
The dream is no more.

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Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

It was an open house of a new resident in the community.
I sat on point near a corner of the room
a kind of observation post of those coming into the room.
 
There you stood looking at me from afar.
There was a blackberry in your hand texting someone.
You came and sat next to me.
 
You asked me if the room seemed warm.
You told me your hands were sweating.
I explained that I got a kind of butterflies when I met new people.
 
I learned through disciple long ago to overcome being uncomfortable.
Forty years in sales changes many things about an individual.
You could not be more than eighteen
brown hair and the deepest of brown eyes.
 
You kept looking a me strangely
like you had always knew me.
A memory came to my mind.
It was my childhood bride of eighteen.
 
You looked very much like her.
Her eyes were also Brown. 
I remembered how I felt about her.
 
I loved her in a special deep way.
There is something about a first love
that always makes it special in memories through life.
 
I saw her in you
the hair
the eyes
the way you smiled at me.
 
We talked of college and your first year.
The difficulties you were having with some of your studies.
You said goodby in a formal way and left.
 
It was like you leaving again.
I think of you often and those early days
in my life that we shared as two lost children together.
 
There always will be something special about you
and those days in my mind
many years ago.
 
Take care my love
wherever you may be this day.
Remember that I still think of you
and yes in my way
I still love you.
 

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Courtesy of fineart.com

 
 
I closed my eyes:
 
The after-image of her was printed on the backside of my mind
the look of her neck bent backward
eyes closed.
 
That beautiful curve from her neck
to the tip of her breast.
There was a hint of sunrise
upon the horizon of her smile.
As a spirit I loved her
unaware of my own physical feelings.
 
It seemed I could not satisfy my need
to give her my love.
The flow seemed forever.
 
From moment to moment I explored her
no part untouched
or savored.
 
There was no shame in loving her.
We were eternal spirits
reunited in the flesh of our eternity.
 
I opened my eyes:
 
I am haunted by her
for the image remains.

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Courtesy of greenprophet.com

As I reach the early twilight of my years
I find myself constantly asking myself
“Is there such a thing as happiness?”
 
My mind seems to look back
more than forward.
I find myself remembering days of laughter
and a certain freedom.
 
I go back into my past
remembered days when I was happy.
It seemed in those days
there was an element of simplicity to my life.
 
In different ways
I try and reach for those moments in the present.
It is like reaching for life’s brass ring
the moments are rarely there.
 
The price of reality and maturity is a heavy one.
The understanding of youth wasted on the young
now makes sense.
 
I look into the mirror
what looks back
an old man.
 
In my heart
there still lies the youth of my past
ever playful.
 
I am alive with joy
in the anticipation of each day.
Is this truly now
what life is all about?

 

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"The Kiss before the Battle with Evil"
Picture Courtesy of pathguy.com

I awoke
as from a sleep
of death.
 
Long gentle fingers
were rubbing my forehead
the side of my face
touching my lips.
 
As my eyes opened
I knew I was no longer
on my prior world of earth.
 
Before me I beheld
a beautiful maiden
of golden hair
skin of cream and light
eyes of blue/grey and gold.
 
There was no fear within me.
I was at a place where I was meant to be.
I was home in a castle of my Lord’s place for me.
 
My eyes gazed upon my body.
Upon me where plates of armour.
Gold-Silver and various jewels
incrusted upon them.
 
As the maiden raised my head
I observed the symbols upon my breast-plate.
In the middle in Gold was a Lion.
 
On each side of it were Dragons
standing with their feet gently
touching the Lion.
 
Above the Lion
flew a Golden Eagle
with wings of silver.
 
My armour gleamed
from head to toe
in this beautiful creation.
 
What battle has my Lord
prepared for me in this place?
Who was this maiden
who touches me with a loving touch?
 
The maiden spoke,
“My Lord, Evil awaits for battle.
Prepare thyself.”
 
 
 
 

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Within each of us there is a song.
The song is like no other
it is ours alone.
 
It is the song of our lives upon this earth.
It sings of our victories
it remembers our defeats.
 
Would we have shown courage
by never loved at all?
Would we have shown our creator
a lack of passion
by not living totally in the gift of time
that He so generously gave us?
 
I lived as a man
a creation of my God
in the singing of my song.
 
In those I loved
I gave more than I received.
If one was to be hurt by the ending of a love
I was always hurt the most.
 
I gave all in my being to protect the ones I loved.
In the pains that I endured
I suffered in their recall
more than once.
 
My song renders no apologies
for being made in His image.
The Passions is what separates us
from the wooden fence post.
 
I have breath
I have cried
I have laughed till I cried again.
 
In so doing have I found
the humor of my creator
in making my song
one that will be heard
throughout eternity. 

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Courtesy of cthru.com

If you and I met at a different time in space and place
would we be more than people who passed formal greetings?
 
Would our eyes pierce the beauty of our souls
beyond the imperfections of flesh
to the heart of us?
 
In your eyes would I see more than me?
Would we know at that moment that something
wonderful was happening for you and me
at a time in starless memory?
 
Could we have been lovers
entwined in the depth of each other
warm and soft against the cold days of black nights
to rise together with joy and ecstasy?
 
Could we always have had a love
that had been one in unity for us?
 
The moment passes quickly.
My being reaches for that moment
it is already gone.

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Courtesy of mujerenarmmonia.com

There is a game we play with couples.
It is called the “Hurting Game.”
It is a game that can weaken Love
or destroy Love between two people.
 
In early romances
we seek beautiful
and positive statements
to relate to each other.
 
It is later that the
“Hurting Game” begins.
It starts out with a small
biting criticism.
The heart is hurt by
the receiver.
 
Uncared words between two Lovers
can be knife cuts to the very heart.
Generally in these hurts does it become
pay back time with a similar cutting remark
when the occasion arises. 
 
Many times the Game
increases in intensity.
It is then done before
friends and relatives.
 
Such acts make the hurts
even deeper in their pain.
It is not time to break this circle?
 
Promise each other this day
that the hurtful words in the future
will only be replaced with words
of Love, Kindness and Praise.
 
In so doing
will you both find in each other again
the love you both so richly deserve.
 

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from woman2womanwebsite.wordpress.com

I understand your pain.
Your anger overcomes you in being treated so badly.
You strike out at all others in this pain.
The one you are hurting the greatest
is the soul of your being.
  
I understand your pain.
To have given so many of your good years to such a man.
A man who abused you each day of those many years.
 
He trashed your heart.
He spat on your very soul.
He now parades his new love
each day before you.
  
I understand your pain.
How blessed you are this day.
He now has exposed his evil to you.
 
You can now leave him behind you.
Thank God each day.
The one that he will abuse each day
is another and not you.
  
I understand your pain.
You are still blessed with your beauty of form.
You are still blessed with the power of your mind.
You will now have soon
a new life before you.
  
I understand your pain.
Cease to be a continuing partner in his evil.
Let go of him.
 
Let go of his created pain upon you.
Let go of his efforts to remove the beauty of your life,
In finally so doing
will you find
Peace
Love
and Joy
in your Life.

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