One is kind, one is present, one is love and loving, joyously free, beyond breeze, beyond air ,inspiration lives here.
This raft of time ,is the premise of mine
Beloved in dour grace but not disgrace
Is this beautiful face, knowledge of thee, how and where, beyond doubt eternity free, to be beside me
Yet the loving answers remain.. tis this time, this place, the race that grace thou seasoned breath, till the last breath undoith what thou know...only to unknown again ..and again
The accord of truth will not be a popular belief but disbelief is worse, like a sour curse, unfounded in reason and worth
So the dough is bought and kneeded...seeded for it's worth...but is the harvest good or bad...or just a lad with a tad too much drink in his breath...beneath it all he loves again and again, remorse not ,repent not, vent not, loving yes..Yet the pen writes still ...when sleep is best....as there is much to get off his chest.
Like the chesty sound of beating oak , word on word he broke , only to find the novels of ole told truth sublime, but this woz not mine, or yours , but a classroom full of stills and pause.
Heaven knows what this man forgot, his very livelihood repent,vent and broken,like a forlorn cow that remains unspoken, a worse debt to pay in season dismay...Yet loves he do, and courses he set, sow he chose the thoughts he love, knew the winds were true and set sail for hallelujah avenue
A woke man with every break at his side, he decided to reside in the ever presence of love, and season with thyme sublime, mistakes he might make...Yet care he not...for share he must...to be or not to be...that is the quest-i-on💓✌💪🎶💗☝👈💜🔊😜😁🐯😃✌💪👣😄