time less thoughts

Some times in life you will come to a place that is so unfamiliar, so uncomfortable, to memories it’s a dreadful place filled with misery, to a life that’s ended it’s never at peace. To a restless Soul that was sold for gold to change a straw man’s destiny and in exchange it returns agony. For what Breath took in as Truth, Toughs repeats as deceit. From what Eye's saw as Friend, Ears hears only voices of Enemies.  Often Thought   contemplates on Action’s past mistakes, and reason withholds the knowledge of what purpose buried inside of us. It’s not until we’re at this place that hate has power enough to replace our Trials for Lessons, and our Sins with Blessings. But only if we let the Darkness night becomes our brightest day.  Count our fleeing monuments as if time doesn’t own shit. Fill those empty spaces with joy filled faces. Invoke the reflection in the Mirror to reveal the One that was Deor[1]to us.

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[1] Deor" (or "The Lament of Deor") is an Old English poem found in the late 10th century collection^[1] the Exeter Book

money can deceive it self to believe that a part of it, it does not need. And by doing so that which remains begins to wonder about the CHANGE

A I don't O U (aeiou)

I am what's  left from the lesser  heart of lose or shall i say Lou's. Even claiming this fact has made me still choose the only soul a empty hole will ever know as  the first Lie that was really True. "It must Be Nice lyfe       still my sinless sin wonders why it is still the season for desire. I was the one whom led Death to Decieve, "And he did accomplish this for I had put it upon his soul to do so."  And to Seers of this bY- O Life was so very amazed when it was He (Death) that sinful sin saved " A, i don't Owe You  hopefuly both will always know it  for meandyou

CHANGE

money can deceive it self to believe that a part of it, it does not need. And by doing so that which remains begins to wonder about the CHANGE

By: Bonnie allison

THE BATTLE

WHEN YAHWEH SPOKE TO ME, WHEN I SAW HIS NAME SPELLED OUT IN BLOOD,THE POUNDING IN MY HEART SEPARATED BLOOD FROM INK AND INK FROM BLOOD,AND YAHWEH SAID TO ME "KNOW YOUR SOUL'S NAME IS BLOOD AND INK IS THE NAME OF YOUR SPIRIT. YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER LONGED WITH ALL THEIR HEARTS TO HERE YOUR MY NAME AND THE TITLE GIVEN TO EVERY GENERATION." WHEN I HEARD THE CLEAR DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY SPIRIT AND MY SOUL, I WAS FILLED WITH GREAT JOY,THEN I KNEW MY SOUL TOOK THE HILLSIDE UNDER ITS OWN COLORS; IN THE MIRROR RED AS BLOOD,AND THAT MY SPIRIT STOOD ITS GROUND IN THE MIRROR THAT IS BLACK AS INK, AND THAT THERE RAGED A FEROCIOUS WAR IN MY HEART BETWEEN BLOOD AND INK.THE BLOOD WAS OF THE AIR AND THE INK OF THE EARTH AND THE INK DEFEATED THE BLOOD.AND THE SABBATH OVERCAME ALL THE DAYS OF THE WEEK. {ABRAHAM ABULAFIA C.1250}PicturePerfect.com