Vois - LOVES PAIN AND TRIALS POEMS BY ME

Title: Some Things Will Just for Now Remain Unseen
Date: April 10, 2006

Time comes to a halt whenever you are around.
And memories of anybody else aren't able to be found.
My world becomes clear and void of the articles posted in the periodical of my life.
So many things float around my mental when you are away.
So many things that at times they are most undeciferable.
But one thing is always clear and that thing is love.
And another thing that is clear when you are not near is despair.
My days at times are filled with confusion.
And I wonder at times if this thing I "think" we have is just an illusion.
Am I kidding myself?
Do I just need to tuck it away and forget, and "try" to love somebody else.
See but I know what the Lord told me, but at times discouraging thoughts still drop by to hold me.
And at times my being begets boldness, declaring that you are mines.
Hanging on to Gods every word, and at those points in time there is no doubt that's able to set up camp in my mind.
And my spirit knows for certain that you have been mines ever since the beginning of time.
Preordained from the womb to be together.
Before the foundation of the earth was spoken into being, I was communicating with you a supernatural being.
And then God was seeing that on earth it should be us that lived together in perfect harmony.
The trick was.
That you would have to go through the non trouble of finding me.
It's a non trouble because once we set foot on the earths terrain, it's our duty to make new memories once again.
Call me crazy, call me what you will.
But I know what I speak of is true, because in my spirit it is for real.
I don't just write this because of how I feel. But I write it because this is what the Lord has let me believe.
Unless there is something that God Himself is not telling me.
But what else can explain the connexion between the two of us.
What else can explain my ability to feel your pain, even when my ears have not heard the despair in your voice.
Even when my eyes have not seen the despair of your messages.
How else can you explain my ability to look at things and know exactly what your response would be.
How else can you explain my ability to hear your voice when someone is performing and I know it wouldn't be to your liking.
How else can you explain my spirit knowing when you stir at night.
How else can you explain your spirit tugging at my spirit when you are at your very worse.
How else can you explain my ability to hear your thoughts.
How can you explain my ability to know your mood. Even when I have not talked to you.
These things I say they might sound strange.
But the Beauty of Love is its name.
These things I speak of to you might even sound untrue.
But take it up with the counsel of God, and you'll see that these events that you are reading aren't lieing to you.
Now it might seem as if I'm trying to play the role of Ms. Convince.
But that's not my place to try and make you see, what the Lord has already spoken to me.
You have to feel it in your own heart to know that it's true.
And I can't help but feel in my heart that I'm supposed to be with you.
You said to me one night that, this is how I feel right now.
Yes you are right, but still I silently begged to differ that night.
I only agree because my love is constantly growing for thee.
So a moment from then no I didn't feel the same way.
A moment from then I loved you even more than before.
Though I'm away my love for you never ever seems to fade, but it continues to grow at an expoential rate.
But that night there was implication that one day I wouldn't love thee.
That one day my love would be present and the next just a memory, but that would stand to say that I am just merely infatuated with thee, but infatuation knows no place in my heart.
Infatuation does run a good race.
But I love you.
And...
We've at some point in time both agreed that loving you is one of my many destines.
So how can you expect for my love to die out.
When staying alive is what Destinies all about.
Destiny doesn't die, and if Destiny did, then Destiny would be a lie.
A truth never told.
Destiny can only exist. And life it can not exit.
So no I can't grow out of loving you, I can only do what my love has continued to.
And that is grow into loving you more and more each and every moment that I breath.
Each and every moment that I live.
I can't know you and not love you.
I can't have known of you and not love you.
Because that's not where my destiny lies.
And that's why my spirit began to cry that fine day.
The day I speak of I won't mention, I'll just keep it locked away.
Though I bare my soul to you today.
Some things will just for now remain unseen.
A little lesson on the preverbial "One".
You have found the one when you have found that one that does not complete you.
But with out them you are complete all by yourself.
My God doesn't put halfs together, or quarters.
He puts whole people together.
You have to be whole and complete all by yourself, before God sends for you somebody else.
In the math of Christ, One plus One equals One.
One for the Father, the other for the Son, and the sum for the Holy Ghost.
Now God is deep.
When you have found that one, there is no constant struggle to make two people one.
Because that is a work that God has already done.
If you have to struggle to get that equation, then it wasn't heaven sent.
The things that heaven sends don't have to be bent to fit the molding.
It goes right into place.
And there is a difference between the words bend and break.
Gods' ministers also known to God as angels are heaven sent, but God doesn't bend us to make us fit the form.
God breaks us and then it's Him that we adorn.
He doesn't bend us to fit our anointing.
He breaks us, shattering the things that aren't like Him, shattering the things that will hold us back.
See when you bend, whatever is formed to you bends with you.
See when you stretch, whatever is formed to you stretches with you.
Oh but when you are broken. Whatever is formed to you breaks with you, but in addition breaks away from you.
Because in order to be broken you must be bent, and that thing is stretched to it's limit, and so from you there is a lift.
And God can begin to pill away the infirmaties from your skin.
And when He puts you back together, you are all a new and the things that He broke away are no longer bound to you.
But know that everything isn't broken away all at once.
It's a process.
See at different times we have different things that are at the surface of us. And the other things are deep with-in.
This is why God has to continuously break us over and over again
But know that those broken pieces lie at your feet, and that is why we are able to back track in a moment of defeat.
We have a tendency to pick up things and place them exactly where they came from.
But have you noticed that the fit is not like it used to be.
That the broken pieces don't fit perfectly.
It's because God has made you a new being. And you no longer have the grooves that you had before that made the unclean form fit to you perfectly.
Hugging to your being like a dress hugs a womans curves when she's had it fitted exactly for her body.
But I know this.
When God is breaking me continuously, the one thing that doesn't break away from me is the love that I hold inside for thee.
But it does seap deep into the cracks, becoming embeded in my spirits' subcutaneous layer.
Like I said my love for thee grows expoentially.
My love doesn't grow in the modes of Addition, or Multiplication.
And it will never Divide, or Subtract.
But it will always grow in leaps and bounds.
And the ending to my love can never be found.
Why?
Because the end is non-existent.
Like a limit in calculus whose limit is infinity.
My love for thee runs endlessly.
But it would take forever for me to explain just how deep my loving goes.
Because it's forever and more than a day I will love you.
My love will never fade away.
I don't know how many times I must stress this concept, that my love knows no ends.
And that you can only see where it begins.
A love like this is once in a life time, and it's one that I will cherish, even if that one fine day never comes.
To act as if I love someone the way I love you, would be a sin against God because in acting that way I would be being untrue.
And my God is a God of truth.
That's why I say whatever to the thought of marrying another.
I can act all I want and be that Great wife you say I'd be.
I can act as if I'd love another man endlessly.
But I'd be lieing to the world and lieing to myself.
Many men have fallen in love with me, but my heart chose to love the one and only thee.
This is not a time of which I dreamed.
I never woke up and asked God to let me fall in love with thee.
It just happened sponateneously.
I never had any intentions of loving thee.
Didn't even intend on knowing thee for but a little while.
But it just so happened that thee was able to stick around.
And I'm glad, because it's with thee that true love was found.
If it wasn't for thee I wouldn't have become acquainted with the lessons that in this short time I have learned.
But those lessons will be shared periodically.
In the articles that this world begets through me.
But...
Some things just for now will remain unseen.

~Wisdom~

Speak the truth.
The wise walk around with open eyes.
But wisdom is vanity.
And ignorance is bliss.
Wisdom turns people insanse because the moral of wisdom is always missed.
You try to tell people what they need to know, and they want to assume that we think we know everything.
When we know that...
Everything means nothing, and nothing means you got it all figured out.
Listen to a foolish man and see what he tells you life is all about.
They get intimidated when you begin to speak. And in their minds feel stupid, so they begin to seek...
Ways to try and prove you wrong.
But wisdom already knows.
Wisdom never fails.
And wisdom never falls under the spell of the simple minded being.
Never yielding to simplicity.
Never second guessing the depths in which they think because a person comes at them with the simpliest way to think.
You can have understanding with-out wisdom, but you can't have wisdom with-out understanding.
It's like a square and a rectangle.
And the postulate states.
"All squares are rectangles but all rectangles aren't squares."
Think about it, Geometry is deep.
You don't see what I see, therefore you can't think how I think.
There's a lot of wisdom in young children.
See they look at the world right.
But because of society and their peers, wisdom becomes hidden, sometimes even in their own sight.
A child looks at the world in a state of mind we like to call egocentrism.
Where the sky is blue because it's their favorite color.
What's so wrong with that.
Sometimes wisdom comes in the form of simplicity.
You can have wisdom and have simplicity, but you can't have simplicity as a state of mind and be wise.
To the wise the way we think is quite simple.
So simple a baby could understand, but so intricate that it boggles the mind of the simple man.
We don't know it all, but it's all we don't know.
Want to know what it means just read it nice and slow.
But why do the wise have to ponder about simple things?
Because simple thinking is not how we have our being.
The words of the wise are like the scriptures of the bible.
They have many applications, and are so easily misconstrued.
The key to wisdom is observance with a closed mind.
Think too openly and only simplicity you will find.
Wisdom is vanity, and casues you to go insane.
Where you begin talking to yourself.
Try talking to someobody else and your words are carried in the wind.
In one ear out the other.
People don't like to listen when you have insight.
But they're always listening to someone who has to constantly bite their tounge.
Ignorance is bliss.
And wisdom leaves you wondering why does life exist if people spend their days basking in a sea of sheer ignorance.
If you're young you can't tell them nothing because they feel you haven't been here long enough.
You lack life's experiences.
But I'll tell you this.
Young and been to hell and back.
Allowing others situations to bring me down.
Allowing myself to walk around in their shoes so I can feel the ultimate blues, because I know that in order to find wisdom you must go where darkness flows.
I know it seems unwise to put yourself in a state of sulliness, a mood of despair, where about life you no longer care.
But you don't know the joy that the darkness bears.
And I don't blame you, because you're not wise enough to go there.
To you I know it sounds like mumble jumble, and a ball of craziness.
But reevaluate your current state and you'll see you feel this way because you can't comprehend the patterns of thinking the wise-men hold with-in.
Call wisdom your sister, and understanding your nearest kin, and maybe then the message will begin to condenscend.

~Poetry In Motion~

Why do I feel that the change has taken place in the wind, and another state of being has just began.
The trains are still on the track but the timing is out of whack.
And the gales are blowing to return it to it's proper time sequence.
The car has spun out of control, but my sanity in my hand I still contain.
But the utilization of my brain doesn't remain the same. But it's like a paper bag with no final destination, that's now stuck on a tree branch with a whole new fixation.
Study my displacement vectors and you'll see they're scrambled, made into an intricate maze. Like a rabbit dog running down the street in a rabbies daze.
My emotions are made up of a potion with no particular notion.
Poetry in crazy motion.
The fifty cent pieces that a loved one gave me feel like they're broken.
And the passion wounded, but this time recognized.
These meanings can only be decifered by one who looks upon them with a high level of anointing on their spiritual eyes.
And only anointed ears can hear what the words are speaking.
The black puck being knocked around with sticks across the white ice.
One word SUBLIMINAL!

I Miss Him

I miss his kiss.
I miss his touch.
I miss his gentleness.
I miss his roughness.
I miss his child-like antics, but childish he is not.
I miss the way he looks at me with such great intensity.
I miss the passion in his kiss.
The lust in his eyes, and the love in his touch.
Oh how I miss you so much.
The laugh and tone of your voice, I miss.
I miss his body scent that lets me know he is present.
I miss his dreads that lay so freely upon his cephalic.
I miss the feel of his fingers in my hair.
I miss the many kisses that he plants on my face.
I miss the sterness in his voice when he attempts to take authority.
I miss the look of fear in his eyes and the fearful expression on his face when ever someone knocks upon my door.
I love the fact that he is extremely intelligent and highly wise.
I miss the conversational debates that we often partake in. The difference in views the difference in opinion.
Both a righteous people but seen differently in each other eyes.
But when we look in the mirror our eyes swell with pride.
And we both have a beauty extremely hard to hide.
I miss the rippling muscles in his arms, the thickness of his chest.
The beautiful skin complexion that to me is the best.

March 2004

Love II

Love has yet to grace my doorstep with his presence again.

My bed has not known the presence of a man in a time in which is long.

My body aches for loves touch. And my lips burn with the desire to experience loves kiss once again.

The feel of loves sweet and gentle touch is one my body misses oh so much. The gentle manly tone of his voice is what my ears yearn to hear.

To run my fingrs through his long locks, is what my fingers long to do.

Love is missing from my life, which is leaving me very blue.

Love, abstinence is making my heart grow fonder, but as my heart grows the pain goes deeper into my soul.

I love love very dearly, falling in love with love is what's current with me, but how can this be when love has yet to make a reappearance. But will love hurt me.

Has love been fake. So many things running through my mind. Will the relationship with love last?

It's coming close to being unbearable, my eyes desire to cry to release the pressure. But I am at peace, for my mind is stayed on He (^).

My days have been darkended because love has not been present in conversation or physical reality inorder to brighten it up.

Love is truly taking it's fall.

Title: It Escapes Me

As I look off into the sunset i'm reminded of you.
The way you make me feel, the way you make my mind wander, the way you make me smile.
My eyes shine so bright when I'm in your presence
and my spirit is all a glow.
My being is at peace when you are near,
and my heart is filled with cheer,
and my soul is over taken by love.
my mind is clear of all worries and troubles,
my clouds began to dissapate,
as I stare into the eyes of my soulmate,
as i am in the presence of the one that I love.
In the presence of the one I will love even after the end of time.
You were mines before the foundation of the earth
and you will be mines when that foundation crumbles
or better yet ends in flames.
But not with the kind of flames that burns in my heart
Not with the kind of flames that can be seen in my eyes when you are near.
not with the kind of flames that sets up in my soul whenever I think of you,
whenever I see you,
whenever I hear your voice,
The flames of my love.
The flames of my desires
The flames of my passion
The flames that can only began to burn by you
when you ignite my fire
The type of fire that can only be started by you.
You don't know the things you do to me,
You don't know the things that my eyes see
When you are around me
You don't know the love that wishes to be able to escape my soul
and take hold of you
and never let you go.
A love that is so deep
that only God can see the depths
A love so deep that not even the oceans, seas, rivers, lakes, ponds, and streams together could ever reach.
I'll never love another the way that I am loving you.
And the truth is... I don't want to.
I only for the rest of my life, and after I die, want to be in love with you
The man my spirit itself, even if it were to stand alone, yearns for.

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