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Can It Be!

My faith's questioned by strings of events and circumstances designed to appear inevitable. Things true in the unlikelihood of The Spirit, come one by one, grafting themselves to me while connecting to The Power which sustains all things. Vivid colored dreams from youth materialize, unsubstantiated impressions are realized. Aggressive weapons formed hold inanimately in suspension. The Illumination scatters doubt in all directions. Foes disappear, strongholds show signs of wear, and my soul notices the ever-lessening effects of the fear. Angels encompass my paths, and graciously defer merited wrath. And as if that were not enough to digest, consigned to me is a kindest of souls at The Advocates' behest. My past questions the generosity of such treasure; the future reminds me of Gods' Love beyond our measure. These thoughts inspired of things made manifest, and promises of weary desires finally at rest.

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 Gemini Ties

And what difference is one man, one more or less

But what's the reality of this thought I express

You see the difference in more is not one, but two

And what difference is two or four or more to you

And shall I be confined to this blinding pod

Doomed to be faceless, with no hope or purpose shod

My soul wants to respond, seems my mind has gone beyond

That which seems to be real, thus limiting my zeal

For that which I know is mine - the ability to stop time

The power to change this life, the exorcism of strife

My failure infiltrates my consciousness as a cauterizing knife

Severing thought from destiny, what will be will be - Can it really be up to me

There is simplicity in the certainty of my duality

Its part of the plan, no need to understand

My extraverted style, soul searching all the while

As I oppose and compromise, just gotta realize

It's those Gemini Ties

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You Taste Like...

You taste like the chocolate cone that
cooled my insides on the hot summer days of
my youth. You taste like the first time I
had a barbeque rib, without my bib, the sauce
just dripped and dripped. You taste like the
snowflake on my tongue, melted but hardly
forgotten, like the winter of my first snow.
Your flavor is reminiscent of that spice
that makes the dish or the jeanie fulfilling
my wish. My senses tantalized with the smell
of your subtle effervescence are appetized,
prelude to a compromise of spoken words, or
principles espoused - I hope it's cool. You
just taste so good, I'm no fool... I know
when I smell a palatable jewel. Promises are
made to a famished soul - like anticipating
grandmas butter rolls. I am the chef
demurer, the carpers' foe, I set the table
and turn the lights Low, didn't you know
you taste like love to me

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