The jumpdown on Jumpdown St.
 Were lookin' for a place to eat, be-bop beat, repeat---Sweet!
 Skip your feet down to Jumpdown St.
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 He is lost; She is lost.
 Two tiny hearts in Fields of Hearts.
 Do they presume----
 To tell, if they only could, what their love has cost them?
 If, their stories could unravel them, and reclaim them,
 And take them back, if it could, to a beginning.
 But, our lives do sometimes come full-circle.
 If we could do it all again, would we?
 Two tiny stars in Fields of Blue.
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 I know the rules, and I know The Ruler.
 And, I know the Law and the penalty,
 and God's Mercy, and some love, from memory,
 but is It truly in me? Do I Love, truly?
 Unfathomable, unjudgeable, unplumb, up, lost,
 Not inspired, tired, busted....
 Believing your words;
 Believing All;
 Believing the Word, and He Is Living;
 But, belying my every gesture.
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 I go to the sink to wash my hands.
 When I turn the faucet handle,
 The long-sleeves of the dress you were wearing 
 To visit me last, appear and begin to fill the room.
 I( cannot shut it off.
 ( A knock! )
 There is someone at the door!
 When I open the door, I see a button like a tear.
 I pick it up.
 I am waiting until you come.
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 Peace and Love to All @ Zaadz!

 

 The way you come up to me: Smiling, and way up, ( stay up! )
 I become the cup: I rise to contain you, obtain you, remain you.
 There was once a girl; There was once a boy. We will not name you.
 All in One and One in All; We must listen for the Knowing.
 We Know It's Now, Now, Now, Somehow, God Willing.
 Next, comes the New, with the Night coming on and your hair spilling....
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 Very early morning, surly morning, surely morning will come.
 Just past one--I rectangled the sky at plumb: Thy Kingdom Come.
 Kinda quiet, not much goin' on; It was nice peaceful, calm.
 Then come the cats in pajamas, climbing ladders to the moon;
 And, one speeding motorist, pissed.
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The moon is an abandoned balloon in the midst of a Summer sky,
Reflecting Why to Whom.
The odds are astronomical, and grow geometically more so.
Tommorrow will be warm.
We are or should be His Reflection.

In praise of  Him, and lesser things----
Chimneys towering over all of us, made of rock & brick & effort;
The men, the ships at night can see the shores where these stand.
All hands on deck, crying out loud for Land! and they are close...
The sweat beading on the back of their necks and arms,
Moist and cooling if they are pulling and it rocks, Close.

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I am a child of no name.
Whom?
 The other one, name of a flower, name of a felonius felicitas,
Enchiritos, Mexica, Incas, Mayans, Tiquero, si.
And, look now, a girl I know, her face in shadowsmade
by the shade of the flowing, flowering crepe myrtle. Peace to You.

  Jesus is speaking to the world at holylove.org.

I fall and rise, I have oblong miscorrected eyes,
 I only like brown not white rice, beans,
I got one vice, me,
I hope your nice, grand.
 The size of my voice pleads to God to have mercy,
While Jesus intervenes and intercedes.
 Keep praying.

 I love the Light, Truth.
I am a pion, a minion, someone
To sweel a Progress; A prisoner of Love in Christ Jesus.
See us, forgive us, rest.
He did not strive, He ministered to the blind and lame.
There is power in prayer
Through Jesus.
Perservere be patient, kind.

My wife sleeps. Our day has been full.

No news is particularly noticeable;
The news is not new.

What is important to us is each other,
The weather, the cats, and the moon.
These change but little.

Early autumn----Or else, the end of the world.

All is quiet here, and peaceful;
God is kind and merciful.
What we know, we do.

A rather uncertainty surrounds us all,
We allow ourselves not to know.

Man is capable of any inhumanity against Man.
The greater self comforts the lesser.
There is nothing to possess.

We exhaust the will on false passions.
Refocus.
Effect change with peace and conscience,
And soon the world will grow.

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Infatuation with The Eyes....Lies....
Behind,....Within the Mind....
Truly then,....
Love Is Blind....
Headlong.

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If I Could Harness The Asterisk Starz in The headlights O' Cars,
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And see Where It Went, I'd Practically Cease
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