Too tough to be tired

In everything there is beauty. When eyes open they see light. Lest they be in a darkened spirit. Look around and identify colors in the universe. Simmer your ears in the sounds that surround you. Settle your your nostrils in the fragrance of fresh air. Breathe in the crispness of Autumn. Yes no matter what's going on beauty can be found. It patiently waits simply to be sought.

Over dew

It's been proven .. After being passionately pursued by another... Love for YOU remains untainted... sustained...Bleeding freely a well of emotions still for you. It is parching.. Although your calculation totals it the sum of flattery. It is not equal. Flattery is dry and quenches not the thirst of wet love. Neither does covering loves wound with a bandage heal the wound... Love is a self healing function. If considered..the  memories. It can submitted and permit itself to heal and love again. I tell you dear heart. Love's sunshine is better than rain's settlement . Which have you chosen?


It's been proven .. After being passionately pursued by another... My love for HER remains untainted... expressing freely the depth of emotions for another (you) is parching.. She calculates it equal the sum of flattery. Flattery is dry and quenches not the thirst of wet love. Neither does covering loves wound with a bandage heal the wound... Love is a self healing function. If considered in memory it can be submitted to and heal to love again. I tell you dear heart. Love's sunshine is better than rain's settlement . Which have you chosen?
It's been proven .. After being passionately pursued by another... My love for HER remains untainted... expressing freely the depth of emotions for another (you) is parching.. She calculates it equal the sum of flattery. Flattery is dry and quenches not the thirst of wet love. Neither does covering loves wound with a bandage heal the wound... Love is a self healing function. If considered in memory it can be submitted to and heal to love again. I tell you dear heart. Love's sunshine is better than rain's settlement . Which have you chosen?

© 2015 Logicalpoetist

Quote #36

If you are not a Priority
You are NOT a preference
When you are not a preference
You must be an option.
When a person does not make you a priority NEVER settle for being their option and NEVER, make them your priority nor your preference.

©2014 Logicalpoetist

Who calls you Christian

I realize that the more some folks spend on FB,The more they expose their ignorance and superficiality! Some things are better left kept within. Better yet;sought after for deeper understanding.
I am so glad that GOD made everyone different. If I were like many, I would NOT be able to reach plenty.
"So how would I be serving the Lords duty with a small and closed mind?"

Christ has commanded us to:

Judge not lest we be judged.

Mathew 7:1

 We all have a "higher role and purpose." Since we have NO power to create a being. Please know we have NO ABILITY to understand the purpose of all mankind.

The bible says:

King James version

You hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of your own eye; and then shall you see clearly to cast out the speck out of your brother's eye.

Matthew 7:5

Make sure that what you label as a speck is, not Gods beam for another man to walk upon and make his or her way to Christ!

When you speak ill of ANY of GODS children you cast curses onto your own soul.

©2014 Logicalpoetist

A Decision to Love

What has been done in one decision to Love
Warm sun left behind in exchange for the winters ice
Its not the weather that I am speaking of rather the splinters of
wondrous times. Silence, distance, time that must be considered
In light of concluding circumstances, and current situations.
A handful of understanding desired to appease two hearts  full of pain while we are waiting to love freely. Feels so beautiful yet, it stains everyone who sees and is aware of
the Love between us. Envious family and so called friends. Some unaware of their power in sequential order of the equation. Stones being thrown, while our Loving hearts are breaking. Jealousy melting our skin as we fight to keep our smiles tight. Baring grins.
All we want is to satisfy our spirits. Be harmonious as we grow into the rebirth of our lives. Two extrodinary beings created in incredibly same ways.
The world wants to blame us for their lack of understanding of what we have found in one another. After, a lengthy dance with all the other disappointments. Now life finds us on top of a mountain together. We are so in Love that it feels like we are on an island together. Its so beautiful here in this one decision to love. We have not the regrets the few that know wish. I just wish we could be somewhere other than here. In a place where we did not have to accept the unacceptable.

©2013 Logicalpoetist

This Poets Logic

EMPOWER

Torn pages

  internal rages

external screams. Unborn dreams.

Determined mind, continuos actions, agressive distractions...

Attempts to arrest these actions.

Comes water in the wilderness So...sipping on this... Quenching, moisturizing dryness of defeat .Although, it's a repeat offender. Straddling the fences of all defensiveness against me...  Meloncholy at times. Will- driven reminder, parenthetically parked on ones mind.

 Frustrating cries

belting silently from within... whipering voices... like sweet sounds... melodically they say;

"keep going... keep going." Knowing, no Succesor EVER gave in.

Besides you can only walk away from an anointing but for so long

So far, until-

 eventually you must give in...

 Appointments have seasons herein

  be it hell or heaven.

For those who don't believe.

Every head shall bow and...

 ALL shall bend there knees..

Used my knees to pray for the fruition of dreams

Bowed my head to give all thanks.

At times to ask for strength

and power that shakes, experiences that would keep my faith.

So to the adversary determined to utilize the misfortunes of

 youthful woes to convince me

that all the odds remain stacked against me.. But I shouted...

"You  have no power to defeat me!"

"It is God's breath of life that

pumps within me!"

" NO MATTER WHAT  weapon you form against me...

There is a greatness that resides within me!"

 Can't no devil on earth past or present

sell me lies or false dreams that, I shall believe.

I am always hidden in the Lord's pavillion 

and your so blind... that you can't see... I put away hope a long time ago

and even  filed away all  my dreams.. Daddy canceled all your decisions

While you were busy attacking my flesh

My spirit began to over-flow with visions.

 

 

(C) 2013 Logicalpoetist

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INTERCEDENCE

A WOMAN that abides in the conduct of her creator gets through life via the power of prayer, worship, meditation and most of all faith. Eyes plasterered toward the hills from whence comes her help. When life and it's unsweetened- dispositions are coursing, her posterity is unchanged. Un-affected by ebb & flow. She simply becomes a harp, magically embracing her posterity of natural Grace, Love, and giving. Taking no account of what her possessions are. It is no wonder she renders the Un-free perplexed of her stance. This I understand. Therefore... Easily, I forgive your aims of misconduct. I Bless you well. Oh yes.. I bless you well that you may come to know freedom from this type of mental slavery. For only in bondage can one act so unkindly toward an Angel of the son of man. My soul sends prayers upward to one greater than all on your behalf. (C) 2013 Logicalpoetist/InkedLogicPatterns INC.

Within and without

There are days I wish that I could forget about all the pain you've caused me but instead it is the love I feel for you, I always seem to remember. I think about the promises unkept, the deceit and envy you seemingly held toward my being. So much so, you lunged to physically harm me. Sadly, I would allow a simple, I am sorry to do. Oh how it rendered me weak for you. As, I accepted Your "blue painted apologies" and there we were again after a day of tiresome battling. We lay cuddling and caressing. Me tightly holding you. You were too complex to figure out, too interchanging, never a consistent shade of grey. Yet, whenever you were red, you remained bergundy the entire time. My once flawless skin now, bares the bruise of your name. My heart once fearless of love now,is a host to scars from the inflicted pain. There are days that, I wish I could just forget about the love I feel for you and remember your wreckage, unacceptance of my goodness, my kindness. Even my demonstrated courage as I glued together pieces of a broken you.. One by fragmented One. Seems You never once thought to yourself that, I did not have to stay when you unleasheded your bombs into the center of my untainted field of hope for us. Not once, did I ever run or, turn away or say, I hated you for not being honest and true. Instead, I cleansed the soot from my heart and marched through the rubble with you. Seeking- just a sip of coolness from some non-existent place of grattitude within you.. Something beyond the whispers of your lips or, your shallow attempt to roll past our troubles. It reminded me of a gangster that does a "drive by" and then, just goes to sleep. Awakening the next day to dress and move about like it, never, ever happened. Your preys may be different but, you are both killers of Loving beings. Today, I am missing you. The you that, you pretended to be when we first met. I fell so deep into the pit of your expected soul.. I wish that, I could just find you again but, the place you've gone is so far away and so unknown. I've searched for you for so long and... The longer, I search the farther away you go and I get away from myself. Finally, I had to just turn around... Heading back toward A love that I know... My internal familiar. A Love that is within and true to me. My soulmate was standing there, awaiting my return with open arms. Accepted me with the bruises and scars from the unexplained war that you proclaimed upon my soul. One by One my Soulmate put me back together piece by shattered piece. Still.. there are days I wish, I could forget about the Love I feel for you. I can't... I know now because my love was and will always be true. My soulmate says lovingly that it is okay for me to feel. My Soulmate lives within me, My soulmate is me, My soulmate says that it's simply how I am built. My soulmate, validates my internal love for you and you... I wonder if you are affirmed by your guilt. I wonder if what I hold within, you now regret being without. (C)2013 LogicalPoetist/InkedlogicPatterns Inc.

Things to remember

Things to remember When you openly share your story you are exposing yourself vulnerabily to a world that cannot comprehend it's own creator. EXPECT that people will criticize you for being so honest. REMEMBER.. honesty is the sweet honey taste of realness. REMEMBER... that your writing speaks to your courageous surpass. REMEMBER that your voice struck silence in the face and left a scar on soul. REMEMBER... that you lyrically orchestrated your own healing while others paid someone with three letters behind their name, hundreds of dollars and finished the session still aloof of who they are. When you write your own story and release it to the world REMEMBER that you opened yourself up for your freedom of speech to be mis-understood, mis-construed and mis-interpreted by people unqualified to free themselves. REMEMBER so that you will stay proud that it is you who wrote your story to help the unqualified to be free. (C) 2013 Logicalpoetist/InkedlogicPatterns INC.