You

...made out of love

Anesthesia

As a result of void love,

perhaps a blurry grammar,

or

the refusal of an embrace to the whole sense...

...The sigh of relief,

no,

a sigh of relief.

A DEEP BREATH.

Feelin' like

wrestling with the ocean waves,

embracing the foam of the ocean shore,

diving into the blurry and unknown

DEEP BLUE.

Ascribable

Why will you breathe today?

ALERT

No stratagem involved:

Two groups:

Those who rejoice

and

Those who complain

The only detailed plan to aim to:

Live as and in the way to express God's presence.

Standing...Strong

After all,

WHAT IS DEATH?


Isaiah 40:

A voice says, "Cry out."
And I said, "What shall I cry?"
"All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

because the breath

of the LORD

blows on them.
Surely the people are grass.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever."

...To whom, then, will you compare God?
What image will you compare him to?

--0--

All the stories:

I will become...

marry a beautiful woman,

raise my children,

succeed in my carpentry,

achieve, make, buy, get, go after...

--0--

As for an idol, a craftsman casts it,
and a goldsmith overlays it with gold
and fashions silver chains for it.

..."To whom will you compare me?
Or who is my equal?" says the Holy One.

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?

The LORD is the everlasting God,

the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.

He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.

Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdgPeNYIsiA&feature=related

...Strong

In those times
you need to resist the devil
and stand up
in the freedom you have in Christ.

But, but...it was an angel of God who
forced me to speak to King Ajab...

...is it God who kills the innocent,
who kills the faithful
and
those who follow the message?

Are you willing to die while standing for Christ?

In those days
you need to confront what is wrong,
ans stand up
in the freedom you have in Christ.

You will start laughing
because
the thought of death will leave you
and no longer will scare you,
you will prefer to die.

Nearly (22.8787878...)² Days

Flow Freely

At the peak of a mountain I climb,

I contemplate the series of stages
that exceed my understanding.

While trying to rest my mind,

I ponder upon the dreams that I have abandoned,
and all the episodes in life that I have let go.

Is it necessary that I adapt myself to the circumstances?

or that I give up the palms in the horizon to die
of thirst,
in the middle of the desert?

2 Chronicles 7. 11-16
When Solomon had finished the temple of the LORD and the royal palace, and had succeeded in carrying out all he had in mind
to do in the temple of the LORD and in his own palace, the LORD appeared to him at night and said: I have heard your prayer and have chosen this place for myself as a temple for sacrifices.




And though this place I call mine,

peak of a mountain shape where I stand,

it belongs to a spoken light,

belongs to a beautiful name,

it belongs to a Lord of all might.


vv. 14-16:

When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command locusts to devour the land or send a plague among my people,

if my people,
who are called by my name,
will humble themselves and pray and seek my face
and turn from their wicked ways,
then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place.
I have chosen and consecrated this temple
so that my Name may be there forever.
My eyes and my heart will always be there.


It is not about my personal legend,

not even about my own journal,

or my secret place.

I will continue to learn how to die,

to die of thirst when being a
writer, painter, businessman, friend, husband, dad, or
even a thinker/dreamer.

Raging Waves

Ritmo Allegro

Talvez es el pensar que tus palabras

se van al aire,

que tu mirada se congela

como un vasto y frio oceano,

que tu sonrisa se detiene

como una hoja al caer del otoño


Pero es entonces cuando

de tiempo en tiempo

logro recordar que ni tus deseos ni los mios

son las pinzeladas que construyen

sus diseños.

Eloquent

The best expression of my thoughts and feelings:




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aC86KTFPMk

Three-way

It feels lousy when you become fully aware of your faults.

They become vivid and real.

You can try to be the stopper...


What is the medium of exchange though?


I thought for a moment that it all would work out,

perhaps I conceived it working out too simply and in total
displacement.

This fluctuation, coming and going, the increasing and decreasing of value

the internal feeling and thought that my currency has depreciated;

I say: "where is the love, the esteem?"



My currency is already weaker, it is worth less than the USD

But also, recognizing my faults perhaps is the beginning of a good
start?

What is the form of payment accepted?

My anger blocks the currency,

it consumes me to the point of...

...it works both as noun and verb.

"I don't have time,

I am feeling tired,

I am sick,

I have to and I can only..."

I hold steadfast to the currency of blood.
It is the only currency that fatuus my anger,

it is the currency that allows me to forgive.

- No pre-set spending limit -
- No selling of agreements -
- No foreign authorized requests -

I think you can call it the

MEDIUM OF EXCHANGE OF LOVE

Crosspiece, Fraught Duchess

I was born in 1770

When I was 2 years old I knew my ABC

At the age of I would daresay 4 I discovered that music moved my soul

An excessive life of letters was my world around when I was 7

At 10, without a doubt in my mind, I began to travel around

I replaced my sire when I turned 13

I was 17 when my best friend died

A world of honourable admirers became my paint of life when I was 18

At 21 I am disgusted at the best loving dance

but still

I want to throw myself to the greatest love of all


and I behold the thought and feeling:

Should I all its domains explore???

Interwoven

Lord, my Saviour:

Let me breathe in your breath

allow me to receive what you give

empower me to offer my life to the fullness of your life

help me to be obedient and worship you through my obedience

make it possible for your eternity and love to forever be what I embrace

permit for my soul to arise and be awaken in hunger and thirst for you my God.

The Expression of a Question

DO YOU LOVE ME?

Tout Ensemble

Medicine for love?

Omega-6

or

One a Day
remedy for

an everyday nurishen-required oceanic love?


A thru Z

anti corrosive pilula?...


Pure water, white snow, cleansed with hyssop

freed from suffering...

From Mark 5:

A large crowd followed and pressed around him. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and had spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, because she thought, "If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed." Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering.

At once Jesus realized that power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowd and asked,

"Who touched my clothes?"

"You see the people crowding against you," his disciples answered, "and yet you can ask,

'Who touched me?' "

But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering."

finally friendly feeling fiction-free

The emphatic pause and phrase,

The mathematical or logical statement,

The purposeful assigned concluding punctuation,

The grouped words of command,

but the one that spoke at --- last
was




The expression of a question?

It brought all actions together,

and gathered them to reach the desired sentence.

Demitasse

The normal, the usual, the expected =


free from

the uniqueness of

owning sovereignty




and free from

the nonconforming release

and the exemption of the confined

and free from

an enamored floating walk

and the amorous touch of labia.


So God created man in his own image,

in the image of God he created him;

male and female he created them.

- Genesis 1.27

500-700 Words...

Crucially Important: Make this a thesis-driven paper

Does it stay there?

I conjecture


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGP8U5ri5uA


Why not take it to another level? -

Why not write a wholly question paper? -

Why not empty it from commas and semicolons? -

Why not use dashes instead of full stops? -

Why not turn a blank paper that speaks through its own nature? -

Why not speak it by yourself through a blank space? -

Why not use

What instead of The

Fact is that

Being creative is


U

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Love Beyond Comparison

When the LORD began to speak through Hosea,
the LORD said to him,
"Go, take to yourself an adulterous wife and children of unfaithfulness,
because the land is guilty of the vilest adultery in departing from the LORD."

Not Loved? Not my People?

"Yet the Israelites will be like the sand on the seashore,
which cannot be measured or counted.
In the place where it was said to them,
'You are not my people,' they will be called 'sons of the living God.'

Not Loved? Not my People?

She has not acknowledged that I was the one
who gave her the grain, the new wine and oil,
who lavished on her the silver and gold—
which they used for Baal...

...I will punish her for the days
she burned incense to the Baals;
she decked herself with rings and jewelry,
and went after her lovers,
but me she forgot,"
declares the LORD.

Not Loved? Not my People?

Therefore I am now going to allure her;
I will lead her into the desert
and speak tenderly to her.

There I will give her back her vineyards,
and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.
There she will sing as in the days of her youth,
as in the day she came up out of Egypt.

"In that day," declares the LORD,
"you will call me 'my husband';
you will no longer call me 'my master.'

Not Loved? Not my People?

I will betroth you to me forever;
I will betroth you in righteousness and justice,
in love and compassion.

I will betroth you in faithfulness,
and you will acknowledge the LORD.

"In that day I will respond,"
declares the LORD—
"I will respond to the skies,
and they will respond to the earth;

and the earth will respond to the grain,
the new wine and oil,
and they will respond to Jezreel.

Not Loved? Not my People?

I will plant her for myself in the land;
I will show my love to the one I called 'Not my loved one. '
I will say to those called 'Not my people,'
'You are my people';
and they will say,

'You are my God.' "


- Hosea 1 & 2 -

Ring

What is the face of such love?


At least I know the circlet,

circularly circling

the circumference;

I know its course is that of a

circle...

I am pretty sure I am in the 7th line,

well, now in the 8th, if even when in another,

we are allowed to count it all as a whole.

But, numbers will just be numbers after all,

so let's just end this here, in the 11th.


Her eyes do not always shine,

as a compass, her nose does not always point to the north,

my attention is captured by her silence,

the complexion of her face dims,

from shock, usually her lips quake,

they shirr, frown,

as if giving evidence, same as that of the
beginning of winter.

Oh, design!




Here, now in the 21st line,

one thing I discover,

and long (will it) lasts to all who read it,

the longest it will last to all who live it,

for life it brings,

to all whose daily linen vesture

love is!

Her beauty is not romantic,
the countless stars surpass it by far.

Her hands do not reach and warm,
not like a tropical sun, even when it--------sets.

Her voice cannot take down the
single
break
of a wave.

Her mind flies,
and yet, it cannot blow a sweet whisper,
as that of a rain
drop.

Stop the counting of lines,

stop all wisdom of men,

stop the light of my eyes,

stop this blabbing of fool,

even

stop the breath of my soul,

for

My love is not to be compared,
she is not to, anything, be paired.

My love will ever love her.

Marks

"...Everything else is worthless

when compared with

the priceless gain of knowing Christ Jesus, my Lord"

-Philippians 3.8