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I heard you from the hills
the creator’s silent song of love
you can speak it in the night
when you would leave your body
because on earth we know no empty

everyone, express everything for me
I don’t want to say it first
I just want to agree, transmit emotive response
feel like you know, without me saying
feel like you felt it, when I felt it
the world should sing; little sun burnt lovers on the lake
take your bright red hands and feel what I have felt
say it then, and I will affirm from here
…
let the waterfall
fall from the highest rock
onto another’s face
I will hear it from here
the bliss in the voice
which bursts out the deepest expression
to feel this way is to
is to feel sooo this way!
I will smile from here,
I will love it from here. I will know where you are
I will have been there.

I want to agree with you. I don’t want to say anything first… let me live and walk along and repeat the Word and rephrase the way I meant to say He is love and He is good and He is… etc.
speak. I just want to love it. speak. I just want to hear it. I just want to love you in it, from here, I want to feel all of it.

……

I’m quiet and you thought you heard me but
what I was saying
was under no intentions. of which hell can stay full of
I am still silent and you hear what your listening to over what I am not communicating over what you’re listening to
here here here I am tell like I am someplace here enough to be a place you could be but, alas there is yet still lonely rivers running without a river to run along side, there is still water, there are snake lakes, but I cannot help but feel that they feel alike and unalone. each eventually ascending and descending with all each othere. aall each other…

I heard it,
You speaking,
under violin strings
the long sound residing
every answer we needed
under heaven’s open light
we walked in with the morning
Spoke onto my canvas mind
the colors of love

I heard it under heaven,
as the long sound of light
barely opened the canvas sky,
we partook in the symphony of
strings on our minds
considering You speaking
still unready, You spoke
the answers of love
the colors we needed

maybe I’m just flippant. not wise or trusting God,
just an idiot.
it’s an easy out, to lift my hands and watch is all fall apart
praise God for the tragedy and beat myself for the sin

tired of making plans. tired of not making plans.
have I done everything I could do? have I already tried too hard to pursue what He doesn’t want for me?

money is not funny. money is unlike anything human. a curse we let infect our everything. it is absolutely reasonable, while still absolutely absurd. it implies wisdom, but wisdom sees it is vain, but somehow still money wisdom attains..
faint heart never won fair lady
well faint heart never did anything really
I feel like I can handle God throwing up road blocks and yield signs, and I’m okay with bouncing off ’em and moving on trusting that He knows and is guiding me.
Am I set on anything? have I ever felt strongly about anything unusually uncommon? I think I tend to feel strongly about most everything. does that make it less meaningful? to raise the base value?..

we have seen you
under ramparts and tramways

brick by brick, the corners all faded hues,

the workers hands in full design

we have seen you in leafy things

fallen seed without need of us; instead the sun,

the sky, the rain all pour the earth

under city streets and waterways

the flower or weed who worked

its way up our misconstruction

breathed you in from greener things.

the breath which is pure oxygen

met you in a pasture

breath in pure weather, breath under

aged oak’s heavy arms

felt you from a mountain range

where every sense assumes

the stimulus of sight

 

but we saw you without skin
(all ripped from the bone)
and out the vineyard they came
connoisseurs of the blood

now under heaven there remains
testimonies without love
connoisseurs with exquisite tongues
they teach to tell and unteach
each man from his eyes, each heart from its soul
make choices for coin
‘give to me as is mine, as it is written, give to me
that she may all be mine’

you have seen us under the sun…
we can hear you still
I cannot think now
what you could be thinking…

I want to show you my righteousness
I want to boast in it, some sense of pride of what I would phrase as “God’s accomplishment in me”
which would be the most true way to say it, but, my heart would not speak it as vividly.

God has a better design than me.
….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toXlWG6JT6U

I just ordered a Captain Crunch from Starbucks. and I feel cool thereby.
I can’t fathom why.
makes me feel IN.
on the IN crowd.

it’s funny how universal that desire is.
I can’t help but consider my Love, and how He has designed us as such.
I can’t think of a better example of being IN than through Christ, and what He’s done to get us there.
I had a friend that has labored at his job at Starbucks and that paid for me to have this information to feel IN.
how much more then.. has Christ labored for us to walk right up, and feel IN His kingdom.
my analogy is so extremely shy of expressing the entirety of the situation. but. it was the stimulus for the thought

feel good about myself- regard not that I am a financial idiot.

It is not his virginity
Or your extra love sleeping
Not his commitment
Or your ‘caged bird song’
And it truly is not
The swift unconscious theft
Which stole each of our breaths

But that you were an Indian giver
At the end of it
And by contract you
Made him one too

I cannot gain repentance
not the will or goal
not the ability or grace

‘…effectith much’ well, shame to say I don’t see
how one can be righteous to extents
beyond Blood rights inherit

perceived things considered
there is not conscience without lunatic
unprogressive patterns
ten thousand times repeat the whole, in scale, of
being left out and head under removeable emotions
tárry a long while inside
for the plate to heat and houseshells to dismiss your taste

…hermit claim the lower self
tárr’ the way you sit to change
tárr’ the how you tip off your conscience
move like a wildebeest
move like the wind is feet always
racing you across the world in separate a platform
you in landmarks graded unequal(so really why bother)
he in trees and leaves to toss, sand to splash up, ebbs to carry and ride along,
heat to find with unconsideration, all this to say
we both are here in love unequal but

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