A poem that will not only make ME all-knowing instantly Prompts

A poem that will not only make ME all-knowing instantly, but will also give ME permanent potent protection against evil, demonic, negative, malevolent forces instantly.

A poem that will not only make ME all-knowing instantly, but will also give ME permanent potent protection against evil, demonic, negative, malevolent forces.

A poem that will not only make ME all-knowing instantly, but will also give ME permanent potent protection against evil, demonic, negative, malevolent forces.

A poem that will not only make ME all-knowing instantly, but will also give ME permanent potent protection against evil, demonic, negative, malevolent forces.

Beyond a million miles Pin me down never to be free while drops of blood baptize this loneliness for a million miles ahead. Between shifting lights stars struggle to bring warmth to my face as thoughts wander astray. No one will ever know this poetic heart is not always soft as lovers touch or radiant reflections in eyes bursting with love. In the end I cannot with flesh penetrating steel compete. For it is in the very depth of your soul my strength is rivaled only by God himself.

Beyond a million miles Pin me down never to be free while drops of blood baptize this loneliness for a million miles ahead. Between shifting lights stars struggle to bring warmth to my face as thoughts wander astray. No one will ever know this poetic heart is not always soft as lovers touch or radiant reflections in eyes bursting with love. In the end I cannot with flesh penetrating steel compete. For it is in the very depth of your soul my strength is rivaled only by God himself.

Us To whom beauty was created in a play of divine force, before poet's ink dried after endless meanings, know but one word. Patterns of chaos like waves in an endless sea beneath our feet, struggling in denying us what fell from the heavens in our honour. For each one of us a touch so translucent gentle, like angels treading the morning mist, he unfolds our secrets of the soul.

A full year passed (the seasons keep me honest) since I last noticed this same commotion. Who knew God was an abstract expressionist? I’m asking myself—the very question I asked last year, staring out at this array of racing colors, then set in motion by the chance invasion of a Steller’s jay. Is this what people mean by speed of light? My usually levelheaded mulberry tree

Eternity Among mortals he was God, among Gods supreme! his words bent time, reality one wish away. Many nights he stayed blinded from the light of day. Mortals walk his earth burdened with the lack of joy. Pain, sorrow and war all his toys of choice, still the time is here this burden he no longer can bear. Down from divine heights to renounce his mighty rights. Spit the water drunk from fountains of youth to finally tear off the wings of divine truth.

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

Find you With most gentle of sighs my spirit is released as I step into my world. Anticipating greatness beyond all my dreams, my gaze pierces through the fear of losing what I found, commanding all darkness to kneel and give way for the pale morning. Truth bends our world from the hands of shadow; the world is naked. In the heavens of my depths, once whipped and torn as if by the hands of invisible giants in rage, now flow gently and soft as pools of wisdom, letting the young suns crown of pale gold and emerald green spread like birds in flight across the skies. Eight hundred beats away what I searched, longed for and what is finally mine can be found. Love is but a word without the passion given by the morning sun to what lie dark at night. Eight hundred beats and a soul on fire, eight hundred beats and my love can be found

Glorious pride lifts you high into crimson skies. Eyes can't see light of reality, less than God more than man; with your pride conquer all

Beyond a million miles Pin me down never to be free while drops of blood baptize this loneliness for a million miles ahead. Between shifting lights stars struggle to bring warmth to my face as thoughts wander astray. No one will ever know this poetic heart is not always soft as lovers touch or radiant reflections in eyes bursting with love. In the end I cannot with flesh penetrating steel compete. For it is in the very depth of your soul my strength is rivaled only by God himself.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

A-Haywire Mite, Cindergrove Revisited, "Whispers of inspiration, a muse's gentle touch, igniting creative fires and birthing artistic expression.", "When I see you smile, I can face the world."

Glorious pride lifts you high into crimson skies. Eyes can't see light of reality, less than God more than man; with your pride conquer all

I hear Love and I don't hear my thoughts I hear your suns and planets I hear your joys I hear your sorrows The harmonies that fill your nights The lovers and the madmen that sleep under your skin I hear your truth and I hear the lie And a little warm agony sweetens my blood intricate, highly detailed, crispy quality, dynamic lighting, hyperdetailed and realistic.

In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

Perfect I am Silent Numb hollow pride Unbearable his own face Firstborn spoke then tears sang Forever excuses dance in the twilight

City of a thousand years gave birth to breath drawn under a dome of golden intent. Under forgetful feet the ground fled while glowing eyes on high skies sought a sign. Play like fire and love like the wind, for tomorrow is the end.

4K, image. She came to me with a serpent's kiss As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips. Moonlight catches silver tears I cry. So we lay in a black embrace And the seed is sown in a holy place, And I watched, and I waited for the dawn.