happiness to eternity
I feel if you do for others more than you would do for yourself you’ll be content and even happy in loneliness; it is as though it is what you give that which feels you not vain trinkets or exciting food. If your mind and soul believe it’s wealth is in other’s happiness that you had gave unto from giving of yourself, not in a self serving manner either there are many who do good deeds yet truly they do them unto themselves. your inner most being must believe it has done it for others and not itself and that true immortality is what your ethics and actions teach and inspire into others thus they do the same and in this selfless teaching one’s spirit can live forever.
Time and human existence is the description of a thought of God, such as humans may describe a thought in one word or a thousand words it is the same thought no matter the length of description. Furthermore the face of god meaning image or presence in a philosophical way may be seen as a lightning bolt meaning energy meaning movement not any movement but holly and righteous movement that is of true nature. true nature is that which does good unto good, righteous unto righteous. This is my thought as described of God in my belief as a Christian; it is my belief of his good and holiness it is my thought of his loving and giving ways to a man who has suffered in life and stills loves and is still content, no matter illness or thoughts, his actions or other’s unto him.
A person is a individualist and a single, a people and those collected by a race, nationality, belief, illness, or interests. A person is collected of different types of people and therefore should be aware that they are ultimately part of the collective from their individualism.
The most dangerous violence is not that of a gun but that of an intellect of person or nation saying which people are wrong and whom is right. Actions can be right and wrong, people cannot, actions may be good or evil and a person -not people- should be judged on his actions and watch his thoughts for they are seeds of actions and they may come to infest a nation.
there are those that do evil and those who enable.
The lamentation of Adam
The bright sun upon thy face, glorious gardens upon thy feet
Am I not man am I not Adam, food is never baring and the animals always giving
Yet who do I have to love, am I not alone
Thy animals give unto each other, who do I give unto
Thy doe wakes with a buck, I wake alone
Thy dove flies with a mate in spring, yet thy heart never soars in any season
I do not contempt you thy creator thy god, yet I am alone was I meant to be
You show me all the animals, you must see that I lament for a love
Now lord I fill I must sleep, there is an ache in thy side oh lord let me not weep
the western sun
What love has not been slain that was pure yet without a name
What kindness is, is not to have reason yet to have means
Love for a thousand is less than love for one
Thy heart weeps and thy soul cries yet that is life
To not cry is not to know beauty, and to smile is too know strife
Thy dearest morning is my temptress that renews all
Thy setting sun is my tempest that sets upon all things
And when all goes dark and a new sun arises in the west I shall rest.
A humbling moment, a destroying thought
The sun sets early, yet he has not weakened
The wolves scare him not, the darkness leads him not astray
The loss of hope is no restraint, the loss of love has no bearing upon him
He knows they are real, he knows he will feel them again
Broken steps, he crawls, broken sight, he feels his way through the night
Out of the woods, a lifetime journey
Yet it seems to be a barren, seems to be nothing
The sun rises with color, it rises with hope and love
He is lifted from the sorrow, he has carried on through all demise
He is lifted unto the amber morning sky, he is lifted unto the other side
Lifted from the canvas, unto the painter’s realm
To tell or not to tell you how I feel; to let you know what I think could be between us, a love that would light the mysterious world that I dwell in, but to confess my care that I have for you would have to know,
as cold winds blow not knowing were they go so do I.
maybe one of these lonely days you will see with out my words what it is that makes me look at you like no one else, all I have are these dreams that keep me going but I know they are untruths and it would never be that way,
sun shines and all takes it in, take in my admiration no longer I remain grim.
Thousands of love songs say how I feel; even more poems do the same, many men have known how I feel and they confess in there own ways, and these are my words I say them for you but you may never here,
as the moon shines to lighting my way, my adoring thoughts of you keep me from astray.
I have a cane for few to see that keeps me from falling for every one to perceive that I am weak, but I live knowing that there could be a better tomorrow I will pray that you will see me as a man that has wrote you these words that I may never whisper unto your ears,
the sun comes up on the darkest of night and all things live once more.
The sounds of you
Baby won’t you come over and listen to my stereo cause there ain’t no place to go and gas is so high and I’m so low, as the hi-fi plays and the records turns we can burn are cares to the radio waves going through our souls.
I want you in the morning and all through the night, I want you when I’m blue and when I am feeling right, if it all shall stop and come to an end I’ll still want you as a friend.
Hold my arms and put your head upon my chest I’ll caress you with my words and let my eyes do the rest; we will hold each other till dawns early light and fight the fears of days that will come and days gone by.