YES THANKS, I SLEPT PEACEFULLY, AND I TOO ABSORBED THE SOUNDS. THE LAPPING WATERS ON THE SHORE SEEMED TO CARESS AND GUIDE MY BREATH AS IT ROSE AND FELL IN RHYTHM WITH THE EBB AND FLOW OF THE TIDE. THE BIRDS TOO, IT SEEMED WITH THERE TUNES JUST KNEW, HOW T
These Words Are Mine.
I would like to make them ours.
More on the way.
I would like to make them ours.
More on the way.
- Still God's Children
Dear Lord, You are the One True God, hear my prayer. I offer this praise to You and speak not only as Your servant, but also as a servant to those gathered here around me. We are children of Yours here below Your Heavenly Kingdom. Now we rest in search of peace, cooled by your shadow, but tired from all types of work and play. Your glorious light has been shining down on us, as has your cleansing rain. We have been both champions of your Will, and we have stumbled with weak steps in folly. But God, we are all here now your children together, and we need you as individuals as well as the whole. Please look favorably upon us and bless us with Your redeeming grace. We see the sky above us still shines with Your glorious light, and as it does, it extends a welcome that can not be denied. Oh God if it be Your will, offer direction to us and enable us to realize your true promise. Grant us entrance into your Heavenly Kingdom, and as we prepare to journey to You, offer help to those of us who need it the most. Thank You Lord for hearing this prayer and also my plea: Please Lord, recognize that we are still your children, and love us a little while longer. Love P.J. Amen
A Feast for the Gods
Let it bubble, let it boil while we burn the midnight oil.
Let it brew, let it steep our good friendship, will always keep.
Let it sooth, let it calm until the night turns into dawn.
We have marinated, been seasoned too
By the chef’s recipe, we simmer and stew.
In bubbles we boil and rise to the top
Of our life’s caldron, our own melting pot.
We’re stirred up, and swirled,
By the chef of this world.
His expert hand is desired the most,
As he ladles us out into the cosmos.
Together we’re cooked, two peas in a pod
To be devoured by hungry, ancient gods.
A Feast for the Gods
Let it bubble, let it boil while we burn the midnight oil.
Let it brew, let it steep our good friendship, will always keep.
Let it sooth, let it calm until the night turns into dawn.
We have marinated, been seasoned too
By the chef’s recipe, we simmer and stew.
In bubbles we boil and rise to the top
Of our life’s caldron, our own melting pot.
We’re stirred up, and swirled,
By the chef of this world.
His expert hand is desired the most,
As he ladles us out into the cosmos.
Together we’re cooked, two peas in a pod
To be devoured by hungry, ancient gods.
Once upon a time there lived a rotten little girl.
She smelled of old cabbage and rat roadkill.
She would walk through the streets and sell herself
To the boys she’d meet. She did this in order to capture
them and place them upon here shelf.
She kept this up for many years. Though fun at times,
It began to feed her fears until one day her fears turned real.
That Rotten little girl trapped a boy one day, and did so
in her usual way, except this boy had planned to be trapped
and she couldn’t put him away. It was he instead who bottled
Her up and placed her on the shelf; all that rotten
Girl could do was sit there, smelly and yell.
She also had to look upon all the other boys she had trapped.
She sunk down within herself & felt like quite a tramp.
All the boys still sealed in bottles up there on her shelf
Leered at her and cursed her soul because they were stuck in Hell.
Then one day to her surprise, as a morning star shone in her eyes
She saw her chance to begin an escape. In her plight,
Her evil genius rose and formed a plan.
The boy who trapped her, had begun to walk by and swoon at her with
Fanciful eyes. She licked her lips, blew kisses at him, and said she wanted
To make him a husband. Entranced by her, he agreed to briefly hold her
so that she could breathe the air more deeply. “I am going to uncork your bottle for
just one minute”, when he did, she sprung a trap and the bottle? She quickly locked him in it.
She thought him to be such a big fool, and fancied herself again to be rather clever.
Up on the shelf he had to go, to rot days and nights forever. Quite some time then passed and when it did,
time touched that girl with a fat heavy hand; her shape began to wither. She lost her attraction
and became rather bland and often shivered cold and bitter. Now this rotten girl still stunk of cabbage
and rat roadkill too, attracted maggots, flies and moths and locusts some worms and a shrew.
She got so mad, became bewitched her temper in full throttle, she raced to the shelf scooped them up
and smashed all her bottles. As the boys fell to their deaths, she cursed herself for trapping them.
Her would-be-husband was the last to break, and as he hit the floor, he called out to her through shattered glass,
“you are one rotten, ugly, whore”. A whore she was, who tempted fate and fate became unkind.
It’s true that I had been near that girl, but I never lost my mind. I was lucky to have not been bottled and shelved
By her in that cursed time. For I had been flying among the clouds, high above that mess, and knew somehow
that rotten girl was fueled by wickedness. You still can smell her a mile away to this very day, and if you show her
a bottle and a cork, she will turn and run away. I guess the memory of being trapped, is worse than that of trapping,
but memories ain’t what she seeks, that’s why she’s usually napping.
Either way it’s safe to say, since her beauty has now gone, only broken bottles and her stench remain
and when awake, she’s forlorn. She can only recall bits and parts of her more youthful days.
Now she sleeps and dreams her dreams, for in them is the only way, to have the love she so desires from her yesterdays.
Eventually I know, and it’s more than fare, that sooner or later even her dreams will change.
They will not be pleasant or sooth her mind for they will be nightmares.
Dreams like thoughts will fade away, the nightmares will grow in many ways.
They may even emerge to haunt her waking life and curse the remainder of her days.
For this I blankly shed no tears, for those mistakes fed not my fears, in fact they still don’t.
I might even laugh at her from time to time, then once again take to the skies.
It is a calm relief to know she’s broke, give her a dime I won’t. For broke of cash she may be not
But broke in spirit is how she is poor. I will forever be grateful that I realized,
From the start she truly was a rotten little girl. Ugly to her core.
I Call for my Muse
I will awaken from my dreams to catch some Shadows, some soft blues, reds, and pinks.
They will fall with artistic grace upon Her face as she lingers in my mind.
The powdered shadows, subtle and captivating, to be a woman's gift from my muse.
Her dress once before framed her figure with undeniable sex appeal and revealed my desires to me as I slept.
I call you now to find Our moment for us. Make an introduction formal for her oh muse… Let us greet my Woman.
Come and touch me through her eyes then let my reflection draw her closer.
Embolden my subtle strokes of genius as I speak, so that I may open not only her eyes but her ears.
Let her Look favorably upon my life. Let her see its dignity, it's sincerity, it's strength.
Allow Her to feel powerful when I invite her to breathe the air here within the folds of my magic.
Run with me one more time… Please Join my hand to hers then dance with us.
Let me hold You close sweet muse; let my whisper that calls her lover, draw you both in.
Find yourself again, here in My breath. Let my words grace your ears as you feel hot desire arrive from my lips.
You are my Muse and I am your Charge. I live life and know with certainty when my inner longing can only be
cured with Your inspiring touch. I have come to believe too, that you in turn, gain life from my creativity.
Kiss me now so that we will know each other as one. When joined we are best known by the gods.
They have seen us together before. They have been Witness to the greatness that springs forth
every time you answer my call.
This time I call not simply for love and its outlet through me, but for a lover. Deliver a woman who will love
me with truth and invite my true Love in return. That will provide God with the reason to unite and tie our souls.
That alone will sooth me, that alone will anchor me, and provide me with the gift of purpose.
Under Heaven I wish to be alive for her. I will strive to champion her. I cannot love God anymore deeply that I do now.
I believe that my deep love can only be made new and strengthened once she is secure by my side in worship.
My desire is to shine for Him by showing that I understand his Will when it comes to her, and promise to love her
the way God intended a woman to be loved.
You and I have touched each other many times my muse. We have memories that hang like ornaments throughout our infinite past. Let’s continue to walk life’s path and playfully flirt as we glide into the unstoppable future.
Together, I know we always were. Together, I pray we will forever be.
There exists no life for me without us. It is only when you answer my call that I find life.
Our unions have inspired the sun to shine, the moon to rise, and the winds to blow.
The stars in Heaven, they dance when in our presence. Please my muse, help her find the way to me,
Come join us and let us beckon the stars to dance once again and proclaim that Love shall forever be.
You are my Muse, I call to you, find for me my woman.
Touch me to your reflection, then touch her to mine. Allow her to catch a glimpse of her beauty
as it shines in me. I will be for her, Gods Diamond. No other time will she exist with such beauty.
In no other mirror will she be as radiant. In no other moment shall I hold such value or worth
as when Our kiss breathes life into this awakening.
I will never love her as I love you, yet I do possess the strongest desire to love her.
If it is even possible to find her without you, my muse, I will not. I want you to want her too.
As it was God who decided when Eve should spring forth from Adam,
By all means, feel free to ask for His help. Oh Muse I love You. I Love God. I love life. This all builds the love
I will and already have for her. -P.J.
Harbors of My Life
The harbors of my life have provided me with many colorful memories. Memories, that I call upon to feed my imagination as I drift through our language and pass from word to word, in a watery world of thought. Fueled by these memories, I construct sentences, weave articulate ropes of speech, and am able to moor my sailboat body when spending time within a harbor. I have also formed verbal lines that enable me to pull anchor, and hoist my sails, whenever I set out for adventure.
I do this from time to time; do it as often the weather dictates.
I am driven to movement when the forces in nature assault me with turbulent, harsh winds, that blow in violent threatening squalls. That is when, I once again, head out in search new lovely, peaceful, welcoming harbors.
The harbors of my life have been mostly comfortable, and that has been my success. The memories I have created, even while dreaming, have been with close intimate partners. They are vivid, lasting memories, etched deep within my mind. They are the paintings, the music, and the art that hangs tastefully on the walls and in the halls of my poetic brain. They house and support, all the experiences that I have recorded throughout my life. Not only have these colorful memories provided me with inspiration as I have traveled this world, I take comfort in the belief, that they have also been inspirational to those with whom I have shared kindness and love. These memories, they travel with me, in my sailboat body and provide balance and speed, as my keel cuts through the depths of oceans of people I encounter. As I glide through the surface in the ever-changing world, below mermaids and other scaled creatures play, and I cloak my memories in the camouflage of heavy, wet blue/green shadows. This keeps my mind at peace as I pass through the waves escorted by my thoughts, encouraged, confident, and alert to the direction in which I move.
When the waters do become shallow, and I approach new islands or harbors, my tact is to lower the sheets, drift slowly in, and once again tie my boat to a mooring. I am reassured by the knowledge, that I am safely secured by my strong verbal lines. They keep me anchored in the channels that welcome, shelter, provide windbreaks, and defend against the force-full attacks of weather, when I'm sparring with mother nature.
I find these harbors in coves and secret places, usually off beautiful primitive beaches, where the fruits and shade from life sustaining palms and smooth fine sands extend to me pleasurable invitations. There I am able to quench my thirst and let the tide pool ideas spin effortlessly in my mind. In the early morning when I find it is most peaceful, I fish for the occasional idea, food for thought. When I see one pass beneath my mind's cool surface, I make sure to catch it. It too, will be consumed, as nourishment with tasty satisfaction. It is satisfying to me, especially when I have a female companion with whom to share. For she too, no doubt, will need her thirst quenched and her hunger fed.
This is the time I relax, quietly rest, and reflect. This is when my life opens to reveal the mysteries that ultimately give me purpose. When in search of such harbors, I am always afloat in time, kept company by my words.
Time is then all around me, it is even my jacket, it is on my wrist. Time, it allows the days to pass, just as it does my life. With that truth, I know ultimately the weather must Change. It does with every season. The calm waters, and warm Sun, will eventually retreat. I will grow restless, still I will reflect. I have in those moments, more to contemplate. There will be a decision to make, either stay in the present harbor, embrace a new future, weather the imminent storms with undeniable resolve and solidify my presence and permanence there; Or set out again and crash the waves once more as I sail out upon the ocean crowd. I expect the realization to grip me, of finally knowing the hour is at hand to take in and feel her force; to embrace mother nature. That will put my life in focus and allow me to plot and chart my map while the waters begin to churn more readily, and the winds quicken. The current of time moves steadily through. Storms brew, clouds thicken, the Sun becomes hidden in the vast grey sky. A turbulence arises, it pounds and beats rhythmically against my body's hull: Ba Thump... Ba Thump... Ba Thump...
Then the ocean waves, not so foreign, interrupt my tranquil state. My focus gets reassigned and with decision made, I usually find it is again time to pull anchor, time to cut loose a few of my words, hoist the sails, and seek out another more pleasant a harbor. I will catch my wind and move out steadily. I have charted the journey, the journey to seek more peaceful waters, to revive my adventure of life, embrace this watery world of thought and move a captain in command. I sail from word to word, wave to wave to welcome the deep currents, the smooth glassy surface doldrums, the eb and flows of tides that promise to mix in new colors and depths.
This world, where my words set me in motion, is my life. I live and relive my journey in every action and thought. In this language I have become an expert sailor. I find life in people's vocabularies; They are to me their own majestic oceans. It is an honor and a pleasure, to sail upon seas of like-minded others, whose majestic verbal oceans are laden with huntable treasures. For sometimes, my discovery of new words, rewards more than my ears; Revealed to me are new words that adorn and enrich my other senses too. They provide me with sensations of inward sight, perceived aromas, and feelings of anticipation that I will be able to devour and physically enjoy. This alone is reason enough to travel and search out lovely, comfortable harbors. Reason enough to exercise the skills I have developed; To enjoy my sailboat body as it glides through our language.
I have experienced days warmed by sun and days cold with rain, but that in and of itself is no real concern to me. I maintain my tight crew: my mind, my body, my soul. I am a Being, buoyant and healthy, I am unified, One. This is my strength. I am fortified by my faith. I know and trust my ability to sail these oceans. I love to sail them, as much as I enjoy relaxing, resting, and reflecting on the different harbors of my life.
The harbors of my life have provided me with many colorful memories. Memories, that I call upon to feed my imagination as I drift through our language and pass from word to word, in a watery world of thought. Fueled by these memories, I construct sentences, weave articulate ropes of speech, and am able to moor my sailboat body when spending time within a harbor. I have also formed verbal lines that enable me to pull anchor, and hoist my sails, whenever I set out for adventure.
I do this from time to time; do it as often the weather dictates.
I am driven to movement when the forces in nature assault me with turbulent, harsh winds, that blow in violent threatening squalls. That is when, I once again, head out in search new lovely, peaceful, welcoming harbors.
The harbors of my life have been mostly comfortable, and that has been my success. The memories I have created, even while dreaming, have been with close intimate partners. They are vivid, lasting memories, etched deep within my mind. They are the paintings, the music, and the art that hangs tastefully on the walls and in the halls of my poetic brain. They house and support, all the experiences that I have recorded throughout my life. Not only have these colorful memories provided me with inspiration as I have traveled this world, I take comfort in the belief, that they have also been inspirational to those with whom I have shared kindness and love. These memories, they travel with me, in my sailboat body and provide balance and speed, as my keel cuts through the depths of oceans of people I encounter. As I glide through the surface in the ever-changing world, below mermaids and other scaled creatures play, and I cloak my memories in the camouflage of heavy, wet blue/green shadows. This keeps my mind at peace as I pass through the waves escorted by my thoughts, encouraged, confident, and alert to the direction in which I move.
When the waters do become shallow, and I approach new islands or harbors, my tact is to lower the sheets, drift slowly in, and once again tie my boat to a mooring. I am reassured by the knowledge, that I am safely secured by my strong verbal lines. They keep me anchored in the channels that welcome, shelter, provide windbreaks, and defend against the force-full attacks of weather, when I'm sparring with mother nature.
I find these harbors in coves and secret places, usually off beautiful primitive beaches, where the fruits and shade from life sustaining palms and smooth fine sands extend to me pleasurable invitations. There I am able to quench my thirst and let the tide pool ideas spin effortlessly in my mind. In the early morning when I find it is most peaceful, I fish for the occasional idea, food for thought. When I see one pass beneath my mind's cool surface, I make sure to catch it. It too, will be consumed, as nourishment with tasty satisfaction. It is satisfying to me, especially when I have a female companion with whom to share. For she too, no doubt, will need her thirst quenched and her hunger fed.
This is the time I relax, quietly rest, and reflect. This is when my life opens to reveal the mysteries that ultimately give me purpose. When in search of such harbors, I am always afloat in time, kept company by my words.
Time is then all around me, it is even my jacket, it is on my wrist. Time, it allows the days to pass, just as it does my life. With that truth, I know ultimately the weather must Change. It does with every season. The calm waters, and warm Sun, will eventually retreat. I will grow restless, still I will reflect. I have in those moments, more to contemplate. There will be a decision to make, either stay in the present harbor, embrace a new future, weather the imminent storms with undeniable resolve and solidify my presence and permanence there; Or set out again and crash the waves once more as I sail out upon the ocean crowd. I expect the realization to grip me, of finally knowing the hour is at hand to take in and feel her force; to embrace mother nature. That will put my life in focus and allow me to plot and chart my map while the waters begin to churn more readily, and the winds quicken. The current of time moves steadily through. Storms brew, clouds thicken, the Sun becomes hidden in the vast grey sky. A turbulence arises, it pounds and beats rhythmically against my body's hull: Ba Thump... Ba Thump... Ba Thump...
Then the ocean waves, not so foreign, interrupt my tranquil state. My focus gets reassigned and with decision made, I usually find it is again time to pull anchor, time to cut loose a few of my words, hoist the sails, and seek out another more pleasant a harbor. I will catch my wind and move out steadily. I have charted the journey, the journey to seek more peaceful waters, to revive my adventure of life, embrace this watery world of thought and move a captain in command. I sail from word to word, wave to wave to welcome the deep currents, the smooth glassy surface doldrums, the eb and flows of tides that promise to mix in new colors and depths.
This world, where my words set me in motion, is my life. I live and relive my journey in every action and thought. In this language I have become an expert sailor. I find life in people's vocabularies; They are to me their own majestic oceans. It is an honor and a pleasure, to sail upon seas of like-minded others, whose majestic verbal oceans are laden with huntable treasures. For sometimes, my discovery of new words, rewards more than my ears; Revealed to me are new words that adorn and enrich my other senses too. They provide me with sensations of inward sight, perceived aromas, and feelings of anticipation that I will be able to devour and physically enjoy. This alone is reason enough to travel and search out lovely, comfortable harbors. Reason enough to exercise the skills I have developed; To enjoy my sailboat body as it glides through our language.
I have experienced days warmed by sun and days cold with rain, but that in and of itself is no real concern to me. I maintain my tight crew: my mind, my body, my soul. I am a Being, buoyant and healthy, I am unified, One. This is my strength. I am fortified by my faith. I know and trust my ability to sail these oceans. I love to sail them, as much as I enjoy relaxing, resting, and reflecting on the different harbors of my life.
Yes thanks, I slept peacefully, and I too absorbed the sounds.
The lapping waters on the shore seemed to caress and guide my breath as it rose and fell in rhythm with the ebb and flow of the tide. The birds too, it seemed with there tunes just knew, how to sing their sweet songs for us. My ears caught each little note and the tweets so sweet played on my brain the same way your kisses do when you are close and whisper your words to me.
There were whales I remember, but only it seems, in vanishing moments as if in my dreams. The release of their breath, the vaporous air, told me they'd surfaced, but I never learned where. The silver moonlight that was there to show them in song, was not quick enough for that and with a slap of their tale the moment was gone.
Oh and darling I do agree, we should come here more often, for to be here with you creates the magic that allows wishes to come true. I know it is so because I see You when we are here. Not just my love, not just my girl, but I see You. My heart beats for yours, because like me, your fondness for this island puts love into life. When we share this gift and appreciate this place together, it provides the power that completes the link that ties the Earth to Heaven. And although we may not be able to travel up to the stars to sit with the angels, I know that when we close our eyes and you sleep in my arms they travel down here to this place and watch over us. Cupid smiles when we kiss for he knows his truest arrow perfectly struck it's mark. Yes I slept well
it was a peaceful slumber, this hideaway always provides that for me. Please call me here to sleep with you anytime you like.
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