Tampered The crush between comfort and chaos ... whence triumph hath seen its manifest afar, turbulence coiled in, sprang up afront.Tampered by ~moonpainter
The faith is tampered.
for this ... time The intangible gap between what should be, and what is now;for this ... time by ~moonpainter
my insurmountable challenge of coalescing that crevice,
so that they are whole - an equilibrium of what could be...for this moment.
Where is There There is an endless journey There.Where is There by ~moonpainter
There is a borderless world in There, the endless possibilities, the endless pursuits
there.
The cubicle There is ever expanding, from the darkness that covers the entire room of
your sight, to the sights, far beyond your sights.
The place, where imagination reigns, and infinity is a common guest.
That is your respite, and your escapade from the place you deemed Real. But do you
deem your place real or how do you know it is real?
Time has no place there, There has no concept of time.
All awareness of the present is melted.
Dimensions of time does not exist, the border between what is now and
The Fluff The fluff is forever light and feathery.The Fluff by ~moonpainter
It floats so lightly without any weight, taking its time descending the invisible stairs as if savouring each imaginary steps swaying left and right; sashaying through the air.
The fluff is experiencing something we will never know.
It looked so alone, and calm, yet so blissful and content
while sashaying through the air.
The fluff - looks as if fluffing a message to us,
it is up to your comprehension, your content how do you want to construe that message. The message feels divine.
Happy new 2005.
Perhaps this new year, you would understand what it means to be sashaying through the ai
Come Home to Jesus Golden fields of wheat are swayingCome Home to Jesus by ~Firebrands-of-light
Souls of Saints are kneeling, praying:
"Come back Lord,
Drive back the horde!
And lead us home again."
Snakes are slipping through the grasses
Handing lies unto the masses:
"Lust is grand
And God is bland!
Don't go back home to Him."
Tongues are lashing through the wind
Praising those who always sinned....
Condemning those who don't.
Prayer I can't begin to count the minutesPrayer by ~AvidIllumination
I spend praying each day
for everybody I know and love
and something better to come my way.
I lift my eyes up to our God
hoping that he answers what I ask of him
that he grant me peace and clarity
and maybe some wisdom.
Wouldn't he just grant my wishes,
and send me a boy to love?
Oh I pray it every day-
I ask it of my God above.
I wish he'd clear my past away-
and teach me to forgive my flaws,
make me a better person
and grant me a better cause.
I can't begin to count the minutes
I spend praying each day
for this world and all it's peoples
that something better might come our way.
Stupefied 
Sta.sh
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the world is optimistic and pessimistic.
You just have to choose which one you want to be.