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Wicks light that flickers in the dark.
Drips of the fires fuel drop then splatter,
to lay flat below where they once were.
No longer needed, disregarded, used.
I drip my life away, until I burn away.
When I do, all that will exist, is darkness.
When my wax takes its final drip,
and the candle light fades away.
Magic of the light fills the room as it enters its sleek dawning light into the room through the openings of the blinds. Her long slender body lays beside me, as memories of the night before, race through my head. The gentle rising of the sun peaks its light into us. Making love to her flesh, as the light, makes her warm silky exterior glow, to my eyes. Her soft subtle curves. Her full pulchritudinous, moist, satiny lips. Her deep, emerald eyes open, showing the depth of her soul as her eyes meet mine, she greets me with a smile. shivers run through me as we have our first morning kiss, the awakening of the day in passion's dawn.
Will I soar?
Will I die?
Will I survive?
Will I live?
Will this just end?
Will it just start?
Stop it!
Shut up!
Who asked you anyway?
Caution!
Self-improvement?
Self-evaluation?
Self-esteem?
Lack of?
Warning hard hat required!
Travel in your heart?
In your mind?
In your soul?
Twisted, lost in a maze?
Stop!
Confused?
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Reality?
Where?
FUCK!
SHIT!
DAMN!
One a trip
Inward bound
Mysteries that hide in darkness of the unknown. Spinning masses cooling, reshaping, Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Pluto, Neptune and at the center the Sun, they become. Theories of parturition of our planets, labor room of God. Solar system at its birth, clandestine in origin. Nebula, the mother of our home.
Nebular Hypothesis
Nebular hypothesis, pronounced NEHB yuh luhr hy PAHTH uh sihs, is a theory about the origin of the solar system. Pierre Simon Laplace, a French astronomer and mathematician, formulated the theory in the late 1700s. According to Laplace, the solar system developed from a huge, extremely hot, rotating nebula, a cloud of dust particles and gases. The nebula cooled and contracted, leaving behind successive rings of matter as it became smaller. These rings, in turn, cooled and condensed, forming the planets. The remaining central core of the nebula became the sun.
Many of Laplace's ideas have been greatly modified by new discoveries. However, most astronomers believe the solar system did develop from a nebula.
**From The 1997 World Book Multimedia Encyclopedia***
Driving down the highway of life.
Freedom, is it a left turn or right?
Cutting the strings with a knife.
That tie our souls to this fight.
Placing dreams of forevermore.
Facing of realities in the end.
Running through the closing door.
At the finish we need a friend.
Dead end roads with no detour.
Broken hearts with no repair.
Tears from our love turned war.
Does it matter that I still care?
Now I'm left all alone.
I open my book of life.
At first alone I turn the page.
Dreaming of a heart much like my own.
Now I turn the page.
Alone I no longer stand.
with friends standing by my side.
I see my reality and thank God for the blessing.
The blessing of friends in my life.
Filling my book of life.
Page after, happy page we write.
With you my friends I share my joys in life.
With you I share my heart
Atonement
Do I become one with God?
Reconciliation,
because of sacrificial death?
Jesus Christ,
The Crucifixion,
Punishment in my name?
Before I was even born?
Lord I must be bad.
God, foretold of my sins.
Jesus died for them.
Maybe I should just enjoy them,
but what if I avoid them?
Does that mean Jesus's death
was in vane?
If man did not sin,
would Jesus have been a fool?
So, does this mean God wants me to sin?
I'm confused by the words of this myth.
What God would kill his son,
for sins I have not yet done?
Atonement?
So this is my redemption?
I lay my head at rest on your shoulder.
I embrace you, holding on just to stay.
Inside my grip slips, my soul falls away.
My heart tumbles to floor like a boulder.
My neck relaxes as my head reclines.
Days end but I missed the finish line.
Inhale, then exhale I breath so deep.
Head against the chair, I fall to sleep.
Dream a dream so my mind escapes.
Within my heart I feel my fire.
Happiness caressed under loves cape.
My life fills with the magic of desire.
My head rests in the clouds of love.
Forewarning is my decree of valuer been scorn, for my heart forced to walk alone through life's horrid storms. Lightning of my heart, shadows of my mind, have my soul imprisoned and doing hard time. Stay my little angel, I know where I've been, now with you by my side I spread my wings while I can. My heart, lets my soul fly free with love, my wind flow under, my wings. Now the tears I cry, are from the happiness I feel inside, from the love you give me.
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