Answers always come on time
Along our chosen timeline
And as we rewind
The newest spine
Of time
All along our line
We in Essence are fine!
Our chosen spine
Of time
Is always online!
Monthly Archives: February 2012
Come Home To Me
Come home to me
And we will especially be
A part of the great sea
Of determined ability
To create a new specie
Of love and like.
Of that, we will never lose sight!
An Angelic height
Will be more what it is like!
We will be in Essence, a great Delight!
Come home to me tonight!
*The Timeline Rhyme
Will I like myself a lot
Never to get caught
In the nightmarish plot
Of those who are caught
In the ancestral knot?
For the alignments of the knot
Which incredibly are caught
Along the timeline slot
Are there until we re-wind the spot
And re-furbish what was caught
Along our sentimental clock
And let go the line
Of the sentimental chime
Of our rhythm and our rhyme
Across the layers of time.
We are a perpendicular spine
Along the trine
Of time
And as we weave and wind
Our perpendicular spine
Becomes a new line
In the instrument of time.
So exercise your vote to chime
And all along the timeline
We will enter a new spine of time.
God bless the new line!
We are fine;
We are transferring our alignments in time.
It is quite the rhythm and the rhyme!
* This is part of my new book!
In the Wings
We are in the wings
Of many wonderful things
And various strings
Of thought
Have been brought
To naught
As we have been taught
We are instructed in not
Being caught
In the proverbial knot
For it becomes quite the spot
Of bringing in the “not”;
For from within
Is where we all begin
And as we have all assigned sin
We have begun
To be sprung
And win.
We are all over sin!
Let’s hasten
And chasten
Our win!
God bless the sin;
We are pouring it out again!
Ok
The cerebral say
It is ok
But we have developed another way
And it is to say
That we have come a long way
To be here with you today.
So just say
That we have been away
And then we will be ok.
For when we put paper to pen
We will always extend
A new missionary trend
To co-mission and blend
And forever mend
Our forgiveness again.
We tend
To be a co-mission of mend!