The touch of love

When a man cannot die,

He sees life in a different way,

He sees life through spirit and not through flesh,

Through intellect not loin,

He sees it with faith and with hope.

When a man cannot die,

His strength is insurmountable,

His determination is unequalled,

His will power is unparalleled,

Only with such force can a man penetrate through evil ways, and disintergrate evil into dust. 

When a man cannot die,

His shield is humility &

His weapon is patience,

His guile is honesty &

His power is trust.

These are the virtues of life,

These are the ways to the focussed path of light,

The ending of life to neverending Heaven of peace. 

Death doesn't touch you,

Death has no power,

Death has no seal,

The creator of deaths bullets bounce of your shield,

And humility strikes him back like a sledgehammer to the skull.

Don't worry about the threat of evil,

When you see the horizon and it's bright and glowing, and the glows flows straight to your heart,

You've made it,

You've done a life's work,

Through the seeing in of suffering,

With the help of angels and the Almighty himself.

Stand up I say,

Stand up, 

Stand up on your feet and stand up for yourself,

Never give in to fear and never give up in your life,

Love is the power that makes you stand,

Love opens your heart to Heavenly glory and ease of pain.

I've walked through every street, through every sideroad and down every path,

Only the straight and the narrow will get you where you want to be,

At point of compassion,

At the crux of creation &

The culmination of life as it is,

Only the straight and narrow path of love,

Of kindness 

Of the gentle touch and the hand of care,

Reach out for this h

and always, reach out and feel the touch of love.

He is with us

And when the sun shone down,

And birds celebrated the Light,

And meadow flowers blew this way and that in the gust,

And even the Crickets praised the day with their sounds,

And the spiders webs glowed in glory,

And the lakes, the rivers and streams anticipated the coming of the day with purity and pace of movement of molecules, bubbling and flowing along in excitement,

And as dew filled the air, an azure, crimson, mauve and emerald mixed and rose from one expanse to another holding in its scope the entirety of nature below it, within it and above it, 

And at its end there was a treasure,

And this was the new day,

And the love that only a compassionate man feels absorbed this wondrous scene as though he was close to his Creator within creation, 

And he fell to his knees fore the power descending upon him was too great and too good, 

And he wept out of joy and felt awe and grace, as he knew that God was with him. 

The human heart

Mechanical excavation of deep earth reveals golden treasures, all matter of priceless antiquity's and relics, but none more marvelous than the revelation of the human heart.

Ask a simple question and arousal of depth and determination is explained...

Hello dear sir, how are you?

Well...

Let me begin...

I'm by the dark waters, next to "Capability Brown", heading in the same direction as his bronze statue, to the bridge over troubled water. An uphill road, but beautiful and serene, the waters are calm, the Geese likewise, people come and go, running and walking.

Like refuse collected on the edge of the river, I at times feel discarded, but even out of waste, flowers grow and flourish. 

It's a cool vibrant day and life is good, growth is difficult, but it always occurs, whether you like it or not. It's when with the force of my will and my fire that the greatness happens, and always without pondering. 

Strength and sinew of mind over matter, doing without effort when you become proficient through effort, is practice makes perfect. 

Whence I was glum, now filled with fortitude and Iron. 

Whence I was dwelling, now I am living.

Whence I pondered, now creating. 

Whence there was a boy with dreams of greatness, now a man with knowledge of what greatness is, a kind and loving heart, fore this is life, secondary are achievements and accolades. 

Strive to the heart and true growth occurs, when you cry you see things, true things, it's not gold that matters, or power, but a compassionate life. 

Life's too short

Life's too short to hold back,

It's too short to hold a grudge,

To be angry at everyone and everything,

We never know when it's time to say goodbye, 

When it's time to let go and cry and cry,

So, enjoy your life,

Get on with people, 

Separating the wheat from the chaff of course, but frequent happy thoughts and happy memories, 

Taking away hate and blame, and replace it with good feelings and understanding.

It's never to late to change for the better and smile a true smile, 

Whether it's been two days or a while, a turnaround is possible. 

Have bright eyes and  

Smile on your face and in your heart,

Open up and let your feelings grow and you never know, you might make someone's day or your own. 

Don't be on your own,

Connect, converse and speak your thoughts,

Life's too short,

It's now or never,

It's hit home at last,

The possibilities are endless in life,

Be in the present, not in the past,

Be good and be brave,

Your dreams are vital, your dreams are vast. 

Fight or lose

Accept things how they are, accept yourself and let go of fear,

Feel the pain, feel the struggle and feel that God is near,

Don't deceive,

Be genuine, be yourself and love the cross you bear.

Care more and bless more, and if you have enough then share,

Stop the blaming and stop accusing, lend a hand and stop refusing,

Fore life is spiritual warfare!

If you're not fighting, you are losing!

The ecstasy of love

Fight or flight no more,

Into your arms I aim,

A rhapsody of the masculine gun.

The feminine is inviting and willing, 

In passion of two becoming one.

The two join in bodily entwinement,

Explosive touching in unique unity,

Thoughts absorbed into the flesh,

To enmesh the physicality 

of love. 

Hope in the Truth

Propaganda, controversy and slander,

When all you need is prayer to the Holy Father,

Nothing grand, nothing monetary, nothing complicated,

Just a prayer of simplicity, a prayer from above, that cuts down demons like a blade, sharp and serrated, killing deceit with love. 

A prayer from the heart,

A prayer of mercy,

Not continued transgression, 

But alter and transform addiction from saturation and inhibriation to humility and moderation.

Live life simply and don't take the world to heart,

As it's a corruptible force,

A force of evil,

Live only for the Truth of God,

Remove the walls and boundaries of fog, that cloud your judgement and create a misty mind,

See things clearly and as they are, and be kind.

Don't create in yourself a world of your own making, a world of new theories and ego, 

Look up to the heavens from where your help comes from,

Fore this world is atomic and nuclear, a place of fear and lies,

And miracles will take you to a place where love is the bomb,

Where Angels sleep and nobody cries.

Hope in the truth,

That's all we have,

And be glad.

Live for now,

Appreciate the good,

And all in time will be understood.