The Naked Kiss

The most eloquent silence, that of two souls blending to kiss
What passionate expression, exhilarating to Heaven’s clouds
Bridging gaps, melting barriers, and feeling totally complete
Exchanging spirit-breathe, how invigorating and intoxicating
We are all mortals until the time gives way to a tender kiss
Feeling the rush of emotions trigger such heat of regeneration
Words unspoken ‘now breathed alive’ into life’s great infilling
When two souls touch it heightens the senses so spectacularly
Since the invention of the kiss none is so fiery as True-love
One’s noted signature is fine, but a sacrificial gift outlast this
Hence, a kiss of the sun for pardon and the song of birds for mirth
For even the Lord God Almighty bestows a kiss for souls on earth
Avoid vain stories, with your love, and always live truth’s reality
Life’s best is sealed with a kiss, sealed with a kiss for validity

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The Dreaded Word, And Mindset

Ones who dwell alone don’t mean they are lonely
Priest who’ll wear a collar don’t make them lowly

There are many who are, at times, lonely in a crowd
Faring not to get close to these, for demands to loud

I empathize, once, a muse about this needed theme
Thus, the crowd scatters like a dreaded scary dream

Inevitably, I’m breaking through mindsets, you can bet
Dynamically changing the strongholds of the mind and yet

Few weight 'the whole scenario' and come to Truth’s logic
If we can’t put some concept in a box then let’s dodge-it

My passion of Truth’s whole has freed my soul from fear
Presumption can stir a fear of others lonely, not to care

Language created loneliness denoting the pain of alone
While the word solitude to expresses the glory of a thone

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Testosterone Depletion and Aging

Man’s Oligospermia depletion also refects his health and vitality.
Recently a TV chief queried experts at his table for such validity.
Even Rod Stewart’s wife had her say, clarifying their healthy way.
Ramsay’s approach to food makes his restaurant the best; hey.

Loss of sperm-count reveals loss of energy and sentimentality.
Either from a medical or sexual concern, men seek plausibility.
Researchers in Hungary now say that mobile phones can impair.
Men’s fertility has declined by 50% in industrial places unaware.

Yet it’s not just about sperm-count loss, there’s a bigger view.
It’s about healthy actions and obtaining quality awareness too.
I wonder about attitudes, their effects for life’s productivity.
Whether this relates to sex, each other, or even God, relatively.

Decline in testosterone are associated with increases in fat cells.
Such a decline of man’s overall wellbeing fosters wintry gales.
Energy loss implies the need for educating diets in excellence.
Conditions limit cognitive skills, family, and work relevance.

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Respect, When It Is Due

To give what you haven’t got is not keen.
Well, who would do such a ridiculous thing…?
So, then, I suppose that respect is thus learned…
Who gave it first, that we appreciate what's earned?

God so loved me first, that’s why “I respect his word.”
Transformed by such Light, some still think me absurd!
If truth acts a barrier of light, driving darkness back,
The envious projects defensive boasts, for what they lack.

Thus I quite agree with Mark Rickerby.
We will always get just what we give…
But what’s the standard for life’s blueprint…
When others don’t conform to right and are bent?

Respect is learned perhaps, but also must be earned.
To show respect for a fool is folly that should be scorned.
I believe in “guilty by association, ” not approving of strife.
Am I disrespectful when I’m so passionate for what’s life?

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True, Real, LOVE

True love is tested
True love is best
Love is harder that all the rest
It’s balanced in wisdom
Its judgments are true
It is not just sentimental of heart
Thus, governing love with forgiveness’ glue

Love rebukes
Love brings growth
Love acknowledges what’s good for both
Love weighs “the truth” with event of time
Love, indeed, is “such a good friend” of mine
Though, love must start first from within
It frees the soul from unwanted guilt and sin

Love lives and gives, and humbly receives
It never harbours resentment for lost realities
It makes allowances for faults and frailties
Love loves to recall the best from such tragedies

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Love’s Fire

I knew you, when I thought I’d never be like you…
Learning how you “think-clear-through…”
You’re the “Brightest Star” in the darkest night.
You’re the Rainbow across the cloudless bright.

You’re the Prize, the Mark-, and Key-, my reality.
You’re my dreams “locked-up” in a mustard-seed.
You’re a “Map in the Sahara Desert, ” when I scheme.
You’re the “Painting of love” of all my day dreams…

Rose of Sharon, “You’re the garden” of my heart’s desire.
You are the “A-to-Z of me; ” The Living Catalyst of fire.
You’re the only support-, void of flattery, I have ever had.
You’re my Battery-charger- against most battles so bad.

You’re my Mentor- with loving patience when I’m blue.
Tell me, how shall I ever know-, a tender “love so true..? ”
You took me higher, and further, than the great-red-grand-,
Through waterfalls, streams, fun things; you still held my hand.

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Cinderella’s Slipper Trail

Now Cinderella had lost her fella; this-, of course, was her unfaithful dad.
Many bad things can happen, in life, without a 'family launching pad.'
Those dreaded wicked step-kin, sadly came in, bossing her night-and-day.
Still, she had good memories and serenely read 'her rainy days away.'

Developing herself from within, she grew to be smart and so wise…
Quite unimpressed when the Prince pranced by, as also did a few other guys.
Ashamed of her lot, being servant to those of her house, and their games,
She disguised her true-self, til true-love 'and the right-time' had its frame.

One day, while dreaming, her house split and she fell into a parallel world of two.
Thus, her house had fallen down on her foes; leaving glimmering bright red shoes.
These shoes were made for walking, an angel said that day; leading to a new-way!
Awakening, her wicked kin gone, those shoes remained “to never lead her astray.”

Was the power in shoes, or in her positive view to love, that she could now sing?
Those shoes were easily seen in the dark forest; even by some Princely King.
So the moral to this story, is simply, never underestimate the power of new shoes;
Nor a Love, through some familiar path, in a lone dark forest, with dreams of two…

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The Chief Musician

My Quill is inditing such a good matter,
Of all “excellent treasures” I made for the King.
My tongue is the majestic ever-ready “Rainbow pen.”
Grace is poured into my lips, making me fairer in face.
His marvelous golden-grace flows richly through me.

My side is girded with his valiant sword from on high…
O most Mighty; ride with your glory and great majesty.
Release your heavenly life-giving river-flow of truth.
Great meekness and righteousness is within your right hand.
You are my lordly Mentor of Wisdom’s “compass of light.”

All my arrows are profoundly sharp against your enemies.
Thy throne, oh God, is for ever and ever, thy scepter sure…
You love righteousness, hating wickedness; Physician’s cure-.
And I need you; Healer of all that’s hate, for my chosen fate.
Now you have anointed me above my fellows with great joy.

My garments are myrrh, aloes and cassia, out of ivory palaces.
Your daughters are close beside me; thy most honorable women.

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Cooking Frogs by Economic Reactance

Slowly the electronic computer system upsets the cradle of power
NZ was alerted to the Smart Card; a new tactic came another hour
As Biblically foretold, power is now in a number on a passport chip
Soon you won't be able to buy or sell without itemizing every bit

Principles of power, now influences over all, are applied to economy
Best to surrender ones’ mind to God than have the world’s lobotomy
If one assumes the appearance of power, people soon give it to you
Yet submission to the higher power brings greater effects to review

Keys to economic advantage maintained with high-speed computing
High tech productivity is thought a vital key, there’s no disputing
Computer tech is rather geared to govern all forms of individuality
Cooking a frog you turns up the heat 'slowing' for induced reality

Can any thus comprehend subtle governmental moves for supremacy?
Theoretically expressed as economics, Scientists control legitimately
Moral issues are rarely raised in view of the law of natural selection
Pivotal magnates ignite economy of the privileged few with no rejection

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Evil Created by God?

Challenged with this university question,
One researched Truth's 'whole confession.'

How many, to such a question, might dare say yes;
If God created evil then He is evil, one might guess.

But, then, one student did profoundly asked:
'Tell me professor, does cold exist to last...? '

The professor replied, 'Of course it exists.'
What was this brassy student's logic, or gist?

Amazingly, the bold student retorted, 'That's not true.'
'With laws of physics, cold is the absence of heat (for you) .'

All can succumb to a proven study, as energy will transmit.
Cold does not exist; the word only describes how we feel, to fit.

The calm student continued, 'Sir, does darkness exist? '
The confident professor retorted, 'Of course it does.'

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