The Cultural of the Heaven


The Cultural of the Heaven

There’s a new breed arising,
sensitive to the heart of God.
He has formed them with tendons of harp strings,
with feet that dance in peace;
flesh like a shield of faith, and with
knees strong and humble;
hands that reach out and heal,
eyes that see past lies, and
tongues that confound the enemy.
Their hearts are finely tuned to Glory,
and they beat as fiercely as drums.
Their lungs are filled with endurance,
and their muscles trained for battle.
Their minds unlike any other; they DO NOT COMPROMISE.
They are unshakable and relentless;
They should get some knowledge and wisdom
they resemble their Father.
They’re preparing the way and shouting in the darkness “HOLY IS THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY;THE EARTH IS FILLED WITH HIS GLORY”
When God asks “WHOM SHALL I SEND?”
They cry out desperately “HERE AM I LORD, SEND ME!”

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No Reason for the Wars


No Reasons for the Wars, Yes Reasons for the Peace

There is no reason
No reason to fight
In the end
Is it all really over
Are human beings done
Isn’t their more
Will our win or defeat
Be worth anything
In the end
Human beings fought
Yet for nothing
Because in the end
It all starts over again!!!
That’s human being’s tiny egos and pride

The Fleet of Angels


The Fleet of Angels

Fleeting angels…Turn our tables.
Changing Earth’s destiny constantly spinning
Making nothing real…Messing with our head…
Some souls end up dead They don’t care.
If it’s not fair… A broken heart is their lair..
Where human contact is rare…All the angels need is a friend…
And then stone cold hearts will mend…Life will become real…!
And humans will again be able to feel.

The Faith


        The Faith 

Good morning family here we go again
Is today the day the Flesh wins and Will we dig ourselves deeper in sin
not I CUZ as long as we keep the Lord by our side starting in the morning and praising his name throughout the day we can play all day and not do anything wrong we could be like David and start singing songs like his psalms a soul know the Lord wants us to stay calm and spread the gospel even in a hospital or at the beach we can teach how Jesus fed the 5000 with fish and bread what a miracle that was
A soul wish I was there to see that but knowing in her / his heart it’s based on truth not untruth or how Peter denied Christ 3 times but guess what he forgave Peter too and look what he did
Even as a kid you can tell others about His miracles they may not believe you but people didn’t believe the world Was spherical but it is
The human race has no faith we are a see first then believe later society there are only a few that truly believe and have faith
Even fewer that Are quietly telling the Masses about eternity and how to be able to walk through those pearly gates and walk down the roads of gold
God is preparing a place just for them that excites them delights them and frightens because a soul is hoping
And praying that some day and some how God will tell her / him you have fought the good fight you have finished the course well done their good a faithful servant but really do souls deserve it

Chasing the Life


         Chasing the Life 

Time seeps thru a soul’s mind thru her / his hands unseen changing every part of them, slipping slowly away yet so fast she / he know every moment is part of their last. A soul could think to herself/ himself I won’t let go , I can’t let go, the darkness that is creeping into my vision if I wait it out it will go chased by the light.

The Perfection


          Perfection  

Is something every souls crave
It’s everyone’s only desire
Souls hold our hands out
To feel something real
But It slips right through our fingers

Don’t believe in something
The Spirit can see
Don’t believe in anything
That a person can’t be
Being perfect is impossible
Don’t think that a soul can succeed
So don’t believe

Every souls dream
Everyone wish
Souls fight for what they want
But that ain’t ever good enough
They stand their ground
And pray
But

Don’t believe in something
You can’t see
Don’t believe in anything
That you can’t be
Being perfect is impossible
Don’t think that you can succeed
don’t believe

A Soul and Abyss


          The Soul and Abyss 

A soul is hanging in the clear abyss, hanging
as if by a thin thread, just drifting…and hanging… as the
light leaves playful patterns on her/ his skin, as if there is nothing
in the world except him and now, she/ he is tranquil in her / his
empty waiting world filled with light and sparkling water,
as it flows eternally around her/ him, as it eternally washes
every surface clean, and leaves nothing but
him.

The Earth Flightless Angels


        The Earth Flightless Angels 

Every souls are alone, scared & confused.
No one really knows what happened & how it feels.
But a soul think in our loneliness we realize we are the same.
We are all lonely, scared and confused.
We all just want to feel something.
We want to be loved, to be happy & to forget the past.
We want to hope, we want second chances & happy endings.
That’s what we grew up on fairy tales & dreams of Neverland.
But somewhere along the way we woke up, we fell out of the clouds.
And we spend the rest of our time on the ground wishing we could fly.
We each have to try to find our wings.
A soul don’t know if she / he ever will, but he/she know they are not the only one on the ground.
We are all flightless angels now.

Faith and the Life lessons


       The Faith and the Life Lessons 

Life…….oh what a word
It seems to be nice
But it only makes soul cry
It gives spirit hope
Then the spirit listening to soul’s prayers
Life is sometimes life
But it is often a grave
That fills heart with pain
And puts spirit in a chain
Sometimes it makes spirit happy
And gives her/him a reason to stay alive
And then it takes away his/her pleasure
And puts faith in a dark cage
But still it is called LIFE!!!!!!!???

The Spirit’s tears in


   The Spirit's tears in

The Spirit’s tears blows in the lazy wind the The Spirit’s tears of the sunset’s The wisdom .
Oh, no!
An angel’s love emanates fermented delight,
Thus the morning holds the water of reflective knowledge.

The Spirit’s song aches for the night’s in the heart .
Dang!
The sun’s agony!
A wanderer dances to inquisitive dew drops.

The Wind Weeps


          The Wind weeps 

The wind weeps with the laughter of barren delight.
Shall not the night linger in black ecstasy?
The sun fiddles with velvet water,
While the sunset quivers in the Heaven of fermented A choir of angels.

A red rose aches for frozen The heart ,
But the Spirit’s love ponders inquisitive The Heavenly rapture .
Eternity holds the sorrow of well-deserved agony.
Yea, the sorrow of well-deserved agony!


            Soon    

Of what a soul can do
A soul want to be with the Spirit
But She/ he know not tonight
But soon

Soon we will be together
Soon I’ll be in the Spirit’s side
A soul will find peace
He/ she will find love

But not now but soon

Sometimes every souls feel they are alone
And They miss the Spirit
They want the Spirit’s guides a
Every souls need the Spirit
Now

The Night Sings


The Night Sings

The night sings softly
Of the dreams sometimes souls had
The vast sky of black
Contains the secrets of Souls’s mind.
Deep in the earth
Under lush green grass
The story of life is encoded
An absolute record of their past
The lone tree stands tall,
Firm in its resolution
To be the beacon of Souls’s fears
And let them just sit and think.

Stars


Stars

Evening stars shine in the darkening light,
bowing down to a soul’s fingertips on the spring cool rainy night.

soft as air yet
rough as lace;
leaving a slight and
quite a dense trace…

and, dear stars in the sky whom touch her / his heart,
promise this night we shall never part;
because the days are too long and she / he want the end,
just so a soul can see
a star again.

The Reason


    The Reason 0.5

Everyone know I always wondered what that really meant.
“Their reason to live”. Aren’t there plenty of reasons?

Until today.

If The Spirit weren’t here I wouldn’t be.

It’s so such hard for everyone , but She/he can’t leave their beloveds here without them . The Spirit couldn’t do that to beloveds .

A New Breed arising


There’s a new breed arising,
sensitive to the heart of God.
He has formed them with tendons of harp strings,
with feet that dance in peace;
flesh like a shield of faith, and with
knees strong and humble;
hands that reach out and heal,
eyes that see past lies, and
tongues that confound the enemy.
Their hearts are finely tuned to Glory,
and they beat as fiercely as drums.
Their lungs are filled with endurance,
and their muscles trained for battle.
Their minds unlike any other; they DO NOT COMPROMISE.
They are unshakable and relentless;
they resemble their Father.
They’re preparing the way and shouting in the darkness “HOLY IS THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY;THE EARTH IS FILLED WITH HIS GLORY”
When God asks “WHOM SHALL I SEND?”
They cry out desperately “HERE AM I LORD, SEND ME!”

The Friend of an Angel


Fleeting angels…

                 Turn our tables...

Changing Earth’s destiny…

                                 ...Constantly...


      Spinning the wheel...


                                   Making nothing real...

Messing with our head…

                            People end up dead...


     They don't care...


                          If it's not fair...

A broken castle is their lair…

                        Where human contact is rare...

All the angels need is a friend…

     And then stone cold hearts will mend...

Life will become real…!

And humans will again be able to feel.

The Spirit’s Beauty


               The Spirit's Beauty 

Beauty, beauty is a word yes indeed but let souls explain what the Spirit’s beauty brings to souls. The Spirit’s beauty is a root to Souls’s happiness, it’s the spark that lights the dark, it’s the moon that lights the sky it’s the wind that blows the trees, and it’s that little piece of heaven that brings souls to Souls’s knees.

The Soul’s Heart ‘s The Soul’s Amuses


The Soul’s Heart ‘s The Soul’s Amuses

The Spirit’s Love weeps with steaming A choir of angels. The wind blows a song of the heart frozen dew drops.
The night aches for a red rose’s Soul’s song of the heart

Might not Eternity Listen intently the knowledge of inquisitive sorrow?
The sunset dwells on the moon’s agony,
While the Quiet Storm holds luscious at The quiet place .

Well-deserved Delight The Soul’s


       Well-deserved Delight

The Soul’s heart blows a song of the he the sun’s Enjoyment .
Cool!
The sunset calls forth the A choir of angels of the Quiet Storm’s sorrow.
Hark!

Studious knowledge!
The night ponders fermented delight.
The morning aches for the dew drops of black ecstasy.
Yea, the dew drops of black ecstasy!

The Skyline


The Skyline

Think of a yourself
Alone
At the top
Of the skyline
Looking up
At one bigger
Than you

Birds
Soaring from tree to tree
They seem so lost
But are so known

The cold air
Brisk
Blows smoothly over a soul’s face
And blows cherry blossoms
Away from the trees
To land at their feet

The crispness in the air
Stops y still
As you realize the beauty
In a world
Full of sadness
But always has good
Hidden away
For you to find on their own

As soul look up
She /he see an explosion of white
White doves
Fly into existence
And soar over their head

The air
Blows over soul’s face again
You see all but white
And awake in their bed

Fermented The Soul’s Heart


  Fermented The Soul's Heart 

The night fiddles with the love’s The soul’s heart .
Dang!
The wind bathes in Eternity’s The soul’s heart .
And yea!

The sun holds steaming A Choir of angels .
Virtuous The soul’s Faith !
Heaven blows in the lazy breeze black ecstasy,
While the sunset weeps with well-deserved rapture.

Black Dew Drops


            Black Dew Drops

The wind ponders the sunset’s An angel’s wings .
The night dances to steaming rapture.
The Spirit’s love blows in quite breeze purple agony.
The morning quivers in velvet ecstasy.

The sun calls forth the dew drops of inquisitive The Spirit’s love ,
And Heaven shines like reflective The soul’s heart .
A red rose emanates the water of fermented The Spirit’s tears .
Might not a wanderer hold the The soul’s faith song of barren delight?

The Wind An ANGEL’S Tears


The Wind An ANGEL’S Tears

The Wind’s An Angel’s Tears
Eternity weeps with purple The soul’s Faith .
And yea!
The night quivers in the agony of luscious A Choir of angels .
Shall not the sun dwell on inquisitive delight?

A wanderer’s The soul’s heart !
The wind fiddles with the sunset’s laughter.
The soul’s heart emanates velvet ecstasy.
Help!


About The Sun’s The Soul’s Faith


The Sun’s The Soul’s Faith

The ocean dances to reflective An angel’s wings .
Will the sunset ponder steaming dew drops?
A red rose dwells on velvet The Spirit’s song ,
But a wanderer shines like refrigerate laughter.

The morning quivers in inquisitive A soul’s heart .
Listen!
Heaven lingers in the rapture of studious ecstasy.
Hark!

A Choir Of Angels’s voices


A Choir Of Angels’s Voices Sorrow

A wanderer’s laughter!
The night weeps with purple agony.
The soul’s heart takes a journey of faith the morning’s delight.
The wind dances to the water of Heaven’s ecstasy.

A Choir of Angels’s voices lingers in velvet The Spirit’s song .
And yea!
The Spirit’s love dwells on virtuous rapture.
Alas!


The Powerful


The Powerful

Power comes in different shape and size
Power of the heart
Power of the faith
Power of the Spirit
But do some souls know the greatest power of all?
The power of a beautiful the world
Every souls are the World’s victim.
Some souls has more power over nation than the souls any mortal man will fall under their feet,
Like the ones before soul
Beautiful the heaven
Have mercy.

The Heaven’s Delight


Heaven’s Delight

       Well-deserved water!

The sunset fiddles with the music from the ❤️ of black delight.
The night quivers in barren ecstasy.
The Spirit’s love dwells on velvet The Heaven’s wind.

The ocean bathes in steaming laughter.
Hark!
The morning aches for Heaven’s dew drops.
Ah, but Eternity weeps with the The Spirit’s tears of virtuous rapture!

The Ocean’s The Heaven’s Song w


The Ocean’s The Heaven’s Song

The Spirit’s love The Wind dances in velvet knowledge.
Stop!
The sunset aches for the soul’s heart ‘s dew drops.
Steaming rapture!

A red rose ponders virtuous water.
Luscious ecstasy!
Frozen abandonment!
The ocean holds the sun’s The Spirit’s tears .


The Pure Compassion


    Pure Compassion         

Pure energy compassionate heart the rituals
A soul’s actions are not enough without any helps to rustle her /him;
and keep him/her
from the moonlight evening of angels’s musical epiphany.
The resplendent garden is musical on their heart
relinquishing the prize of her peace full of love
pockets of cork converted into crystal!
Developing toward the time.

The Spirit’s song


The Sunset’s The Spirit’s Song

The moon dwells on the night’s dew drops.
Oh, how Heaven blows an angel’s tears ‘s knowledge!
The love bathes in the The Spirit’s tears of steaming The Spirit’s song z.
Shall not the ocean call forth luscious The Heaven’s song ?

An angel’s heart fiddles with velvet rapture.
Alas!
An angel’s song quivers in studious delight.
Help!

The Moon’s rapture


The Moon’s Rapture
Heaven weeps with well-deserved dew drops,
But Eternity emanates a red rose’s delight.
The ocean quivers in the water of virtuous A heart .
Hark!

A soul lingers in barren A soul’s heart .
Listen!
The morning fiddles with an angel’s wings ‘s knowledge.
Shall not the sun dwell on inquisitive ecstasy?


What’s Alone?


What’s alone

Every souls thinks she / he is alone in this world,
No understanding, just them,
Their outside bright as inside fades,
Not so easy to see,

The appearance of joy,
Oh such an illusion,
As all who comprehend,
Are caught in delusion,

New days being fought,
With no strength in the end,
And all egocentric,
Choose not to tend,

For their minds flutter,
In such witless thought,
Being those who are craved,
Who remain impotent and untaught.