Love Arts secrecy (revised)

There are people with great energies that one can feel, I in particular feed into these energies, because our bodies is the personification of energies. One can sum the universe as the ultimate expression dynamic power...so we in turn are like a power plant or reactors. So I find this energy hidden or very visible it kinds of draws me in...it just my gifts of having greater access to these charges.

Love Arts Secrecy

Silently she whispered, like an echo I heard,

Silently she approached me, and silence I became,

Silently her heart thumped, and like a thunder I perceived,

In silence she loved me, and in silence I accept,

In silence her fragrance searched for me, and in silence they found me,

In silence she cried and in silence she laughed,

When her eye's looked at me, I became speechless,

all my earned talents and wisdom, were drained as she stared,

I became stunned like lightening striking me, silence and dumbness surrounded me.

Her walks resemble the mighty iron-horse, and her body movements a well orchestrated symphony.

I need you more then I, need food for you're my food of life.

I need to see you, just as I, need to see through a narrow road.

There's been stories of liking and loving, but ours is special !

I need to touch you to understand you're flesh, for you look so heavenly.

I need to feel your breath for it feels like the springs air in the lovely night.

When you touch me, you cure my pains, sorrows, sores, wounds, and even supply energy.

BY : Raphael G

April 9?

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True Love on trial (Revised)

 

True love spent a short session in the worldly courts,

villainize and ostracized for expressing it's finest gift's,

feeling loaded down and heavy, under the scope of the so-called gathering,

those who hold the greatest of virtues in contempt,

those with ears but can't make cause of the expression,

those with eye's and make misuse of the oversight,

those with the gift of tongue and spread poisonous substance,

true love spent a short session of this contemporary misalignment of  human activities, yet it remain the seeker's delight for the duration of that allotment,

everyday it flourished in (me)... praise and praise it called out with yearnings beyond compare,

on trial once to many and this new season, what brings worth it's misfits against, and what is the defense?

make my love your battlefield and once it accomplish it's call, you can take down with you,

in the trial's...in the courts...in the public squares...in the witnessing stand...under oath and testimony...but in secret it doesn't operate,

If under the trials of misunderstanding, we gave up all reasoning and the web working it's nefarious activities pulled the veil on us once too often, can we come together and mount under spiritual guidance a complete revival to make right ? 

there is much love and much more to come, so that through a thorough self validation, the power of the Almighty is made manifest and completely expand the finest qualities that are truly Divine.

 El amor verdadero pasó una corta sesión en las cortes mundanas, vilizado y condenado al ostracismo por expresar sus mejores dones,

sintiéndose agobiado y pesado, bajo el alcance de la llamada reunión,

aquellos que desprecian las mayores virtudes,

aquellos con oídos pero no pueden hacer causa de la expresión,

aquellos con ojos y hacen mal uso de la supervisión,

aquellos con el don de la lengua y difunden sustancias venenosas,

el amor verdadero pasó una corta sesión de este des-alineamiento contemporáneo de las actividades humanas,

sin embargo, sigue siendo el deleite del buscador durante la duración de esa asignación,

todos los días floreció en (mí)...alabanza y alabanza gritó con anhelos incomparables, en juicio una vez a muchos y esta nueva temporada,

¿qué hace que valga la pena contra él y cuál es la defensa?

Haz de mi amor tu campo de batalla y una vez que cumpla su llamado, podrás derribarlo contigo,

en los juicios...en los juzgados...en las plazas públicas...en el estrado de los testigos...bajo juramento y testimonio...pero en secreto no opera, 

 Si bajo las pruebas de la incomprensión, abandonamos todo razonamiento y la red que trabaja con sus nefastas actividades nos cubre con demasiada frecuencia, ¿podemos unirnos y montar bajo guía espiritual un avivamiento completo para hacer lo correcto?

hay mucho amor y mucho más por venir, para que a través de una auto-validación profunda, el poder del Todopoderoso se manifieste y expanda por completo las mejores cualidades que son verdaderamente Divinas.

Rafael G Gonzalez

1/1/25 = 9th son

 

 

 

 

 

Weakness (revised) 25.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hypocrisy, greed, and falsehood are a bottomless contrive.

Just like Satan’s treachery and counterfeits are like a black hole in space.

A thousand years in the abyss is not fitting for such lawless-criminal, homeless, and debased fallen creature.

A thousand life sentences for such and all his devotee’s is little to invoke.

My plea so that the lessor can rest in peace. And there can be jubilee amongst the remnant.

Be charitable O’ you holiest-of-holiest and host-of-host...let them see the verdict, a one in a life time witness !

I have a thorn at my side, and through my weakness your spirit contends...the weakness has become silenced and also the thorn. I’m completely confident, if I remain in weakness the thorn and all it's activities has over-come Satan in all his schemes.

Our enemy has conspired against said short-coming to create a divide of conscience, yet through your compassion, love, mercy and infinite reasoning, I’m set free!

The greatest of wars have been fought in the spiritual world and not the other way around.

Like a prodigal son and social disease, my compassion for all the afflicted and needy of such protection for said tragedy.

The martyr stays in mission and not on trivial matters. This place where it dusk and dawns, this place of my dilemmas, persecution, laments...I know it will go into convulsion soon...and this affirmative action keeps me in expectation.

How do one (a person) educates ignorant people beyond their means ?

Ignorant masses are more dangerous then a loaded weapon aimed at the populace,

It takes such to do harm. Not the other way around !

Beyond their means, but not the spirit… for it is greater then the flesh.

So here is the contention, find the self through the spirit… and extract the thorn in the flesh !

What binds the flesh can’t bind the spirit...and through what means ?

The corruption of the spirit...is the corruption of conscience.

Now that you’ have the means, channel those energies to a higher power !

 

 

La hipocresía, la codicia y la falsedad son un ingenio sin fondo.

Al igual que la traición y las falsificaciones de Satanás es como un agujero negro en el espacio.

Mil años en el abismo no es adecuado para tales sin ley-

delincuente, sin hogar, y degradado criatura caída.

Es poco que invocar mil cadenas perpetuas para tales y todas las de su devoto.

Mi súplica para que el arrendador pueda descansar en paz. Y puede haber jubileo entre el remanente.

Sea caritativo O’ usted más sagrado-de-santo y anfitrión-de-anfitrión...dejar que se vean el veredicto, uno en un testimonio de tiempo de vida !

Tengo un espina a mi lado, y através de mi debilidad tu espíritu sostiene...la debilidad se ha silenciado y también la espina. Estoy completamente seguro, si permanezco en la debilidad, la espina ha superado a Satanás en todos sus esquemas. 

Nuestro enemigo ha conspirado contra dicha deficiencia para crear una división de conciencia, sin embargo, através de tu compasión, amor, misericordia y razonamiento infinito, ¡estoy en libertad!

Las guerras mas grandes se an peliado en el mundo espiritual,y no en las fisicas.

Como hijo prodigo y enfermeda social, me compadesco te todos los afligidos y necesitados de proteccion de dicha trageria.

El martyr se mantienen en mission y no en cosas triviales,

Este sitio donde amanece y oscurece, este sitio de mi dilemas, persecuciones, lamentos, se que pronto se convulcionar y esto me mantienen en grande expectacion.

 

 ¿Cómo se educa a la gente ignorante más allá de sus posibilidades? 

Las masas ignorantes son más peligrosas que un arma cargada dirigida contra la población. Se necesita a alguien así para hacer daño. ¡No al revés! 

Más allá de sus posibilidades, pero no del espíritu… porque es más grande que la carne. Así que aquí está el argumento: ¡encuentre el yo a través del espíritu… y extraiga la espina de la carne! 

Lo que ata a la carne no puede atar al espíritu… ¿y a través de qué medios? 

La corrupción del espíritu… es la corrupción de la conciencia. Ahora que tiene los medios, ¡canalice esas energías hacia un poder superior!

Rafael G

7.5.20

El Coqui (revised)

The Native frog from Puerto Rico and Hawaii that causes much commotion to the restless soul's...Or is it the other way around? One of my original poems...about this creatures journey's to strange lands.

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Raphael G

03/24/13 2:44 AM

concept

 How I loved the girl of my concept,

How she vanishes in thin air,

The countless bridges, inroad marks, I misplaced,

The concept all suitor’s hold so dear,

The concept foments ideals in a alienated chase of never ending want,

Alienated and far from truth,

The ideals that burn the foreign chase,

The suitor’s last wish,

She weaves and mends a host of broken dreams,

If dreaming means counterfeiting reality I, have done so to perfection,

My guest a stalking shadow, tossed in four directions,

If there is such thing, I shall find it.

01/04/22

Rafa EL G

We rise by lifting others.

 

Please think about the words on the clothe as you read, thanks ! And forgive the grammar...

 

Today while doing a Little shopping on a small piece of clothe, it had stitch writing(embroided) on it...these where the words it spoke “We rise by lifting others”

 

We rise by lifting others…there is a great meaning to these words of heart’ and I a poet writer since my child-hood have not ever come across these fine words.

So again I go to my resources and give you this….”

 

Today, tomorrow, maybe a few days more we can endure. Some

of us will fall back do to weakness, or can’t bear it any longer,

to those still standing I give support and those dead make me stride a bit further.

Soon life will pass by and the pack will dismiss their woes, but I see harder days to go. Here I stand contemplating my path, for every death there is life and for every life there is joy and for every joy also sadness.

Victory doesn’t belong to he that claims it, but to he who tries.

I long to see does who felt short here and me there,because after all the struggles there was no reward. Here I stand and as the sun gives to shade, my cries will be on a different note. *

 

* Because we/I rise by lifting others!

 

BY: Raphael G

 

I also came across a new challenge, but that is personal !

 

 

                                   The weight of talent

 

Far beyond our scope of reason there lays comfort,

Beyond our maturing minds we find a host of complex reasoning,

As our experience increases we are set free or imprisoned by the offset of outcome,

As time presses on we embrace for a new challenge,

we are as vulnerable as the last subject who conceived a brighter tomorrow,

Who among us can grasp the wind?

Who among us can see the sound?

Who among us can dictate the time?

We must press on with unwavering conviction that a true gesture is our only allied, and that our only escape from the falsehood that heavily entangles our motives is not to concede.

The character of many is refined through a process, the good deeds become a blurry cloud that obscures our vision,

We know so much and yet so little, so little and yet find a way. Can a physically blind man see a physical realm?

And does a thinker becomes weighted down because his projection of thought?

If I’m wrong condemn me, if I’m right execute a judgment.

 

By : Raphael G

 

*Because we/I rise by lifting others !

 

                                                      Infinite quotes

 

To the many surprise that life offers, the only surprise to me is the lost of a true friend.

To the many roads that spread before us, the inexperienced claims victory.

To understanding, discernment, and wisdom the righteous knowledge has been revealed, and the path of such ones is like the light of the morning sun that gets brighter and brighter as the day draws to a close.

 

Much Love and more love !

 

The greatest of wars have been fought in the spiritual world and not the other way around.

Like a prodigal son and social disease, my compassion for all the afflicted and needy of such protection for said tragedy.

The martyr stays in mission and not on trivial matters. This place where it dusk and dawns, this place of my dilemmas, persecution, laments... I know it will go into convulsion soon...and this affirmative action keeps me in great expectation.

 

How do one (a person) educates ignorant people beyond their means ?

Ignorant masses are more dangerous then a loaded weapon aimed at the populace,

It takes such to do harm. Not the other way around !

Beyond their means, but not the spirit… for it is greater then the flesh.

So here is the contention, find the self through the spirit… and extract the thorn in the flesh !

What binds the flesh can’t bind the spirit...and through what means ?

The corruption of the spirit...is the corruption of conscience.

Now that you’ have the means, channel those energies to a higher power !

 

 

Sometimes I'm viewed as cruel, tasteless, cold, mechanical, misplaced, but inside of me, outflows of tears overcome me, because of what has become of this world. *

*Because we/I rise by lifting others !

 

In conclusion to these words of thought..."I will say this, I may not get there with you, but I will see you in the coming spring my day of birth, if we hold these words of truth..."that is what The Almighty Divine God said!"

Rafael G

7.5.20

By : Raphael G

The Chase

The Chase

I liked her the very moment in a crowd of sober minds,

But I didn’t love her, it was a period in time for reflection and that stands to this day,

In an admiring way, presumptuousness displays the offer, tread lightly and make fine foot prints

If I did love her for that moment it wouldn’t be an understatement, more likely energies feeds innate feelings incorporating presumptuousness at its best,

Endowment of what is superlative places no restrictions on what the hearts weaves in its fragile web,

So the sobering effects take their course if there is ever any,

Yes, strikingly touching in appearance heavenly well rounded...praised inconsistently, withered a precious expression, in madness emerges allotments tossed,

So here I’m whispers through the crowd, fine fragrance….aura secrets in disclosure, attempts silence hostage holds, a rainbow of celestial colors nothing like the Northern sphere...

I have felt the presence even when not there, I take the memory as blessings bestowed, hoping madness overtake all its commotion...a soul can ever experience in “The Chase”.

And when delirium finally arrives finds “The chase” wrapped in the square box below and all its fine prints, a portrait of consistency she never touched.
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Rafael G Gonzalez
Feb.2017

Life's source

                                      Life source

Women are like the flower beds on the prairies,

they enhance the visual and stimulate the senses,

like peaks and curves of the mountain tops,

like the valleys and evergreen pastures...a delightful kaleidoscope of reflective 

lights that bounce back with charm  and inquisitive intrigues,

like a meadow in endless rejuvenation,

 a waterfall in parched regions,

an oasis of never-ending want,

like shades and shadows tossed dancing dusk-to-dawn,

nocturnal roost daylight dew native and foreign visitor's fragrance chant,

sun-dance, rain-dance collaborate the seasons,

She is a kaleidoscope of charm and chant,

She is like a complex maze and puzzles, that lead to a wealth of findings and intrigue.

She is a continuous melody' that resonates like the pounding of my heart, through-out the day and night.

Like a fresh spring breeze that last many seasons,

She is like a cascade that echoes in water-less regions, bringing to life anything in it's path.

She stands alone in the presence of many, in silence she instructs her audience.

She is an inspiration of thoughts, a pool of resources.

a true gem that host the endless commotions in the eyes of a grand scheme, a perfectas love joy."


God almighty surely out did himself in creating a fine companion, for his first creative off-spring.
 
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Raphael G

Steadfast reaching out

                   Steadfast reaching out

One can find themselves easy, if adjusting to a superficial environment is easy contention ! Where are the adjustments ?

But the unseen, sighing... and yearns with words un-uttered (unspoken). It collaborates with messengers, and porters to herald the words. Partially digested, patiently it awaits...awaits for the total consume and nourishment.

In place are a chess-board of players, each one moves accordingly to the chess-masters wishes. The play-ground and field in turn becomes the host to which moves are made, to fill vacuums and gaps...subjects in a Kabuki drama oblivious comma,

Ancient drama, players the same, millennium's in the making, hour glass sifting, markers and signs all to obvious. Nations in parallel, masses awakens, consumer and destroyer ever present, a menace to yearn sighing the unuttered.

A call is made...I hear...I feel...sounds, frequencies, vibrations, colorful spectrum's of lights, I reach the same...why I'm I here ? Nourish with completeness of sacred expressions moves the player.

The benevolent host unuttered the scheme, foundations shakes...playing fields rearrange, the play-ground fruitful, never the forgotten. The endless cycle...or so it seems, what do they do ? Trapped in the belly of a time capsule allotted wishes that never metastasize ! Able bodies in trivial matters, charger at the gauntlet...the other side the unspeakable !

Restless in the quest to remain the under nourished, the contention tailor made or made to order...the host running thin makes for the next move ! Selection, choices, calls not for the many.

03/08/17

By: Raphael G

Motherly Rescued

Motherly rescued

There is a time when man looses hope and inspiration, he finds very little comfort in his surroundings,

He somehow manages to stay afloat in the environment in which he chooses to reside.

Life to him is not so important as he ponders the effects of death, man goes and carry on his relentless pursue in finding meaning to his life,

He encounters beauty in the world where the earth is constantly being destroyed of God's purpose's, and still memories rekindle his vision about where to start again in the journey for honor, respect, loyalty, horsemanship.

Man have a sense of awareness, he knows about all things and spirituality is his greatest call, he rekindles and reaffirm...himself because of his adversaries have torn away his last strong hold, but yet his spirit is uplifted from others whom he see's as himself.

There is a cry louder than heaven it reaches God's throne, God is a just God, he hears our whispers also our thoughts, nothing goes unnoticed in the web He wove.

If man calls on God, he must not fear life or death, these two go hand to hand with his purpose.

Night follows day and day follows night a paradox, filled with meaning and disguise.

If we man or women call on Him, it will require a great sacrifice from those whom call on him. Some day ones faith will save him or challenge his or her devotion. Life is a privilege it holds many wonders, surprises, intrigues, fascinations, and a world of untold riches of spiritual gifts, eternity and God's blessings so as to marvel at his creation.

A man is God's image, women are an extension of God's tender side of compassion, I wish God was my mother to really understand my greatest want! Someday a door will open and many will be called, I hope to find the true warriors at the other side. Someday a call will empower me to venture forth as a spiritual warrior for God Almighty. Man for now yearn to find hope and inspiration to move hand and hand with God's choir.

Sept.97

Reflections

DAYS FOR REJOICE AND WEEPING

The nomads rejoice when they see newly land,

The elder widow rejoice when she sees newly weds,

The new born cries because of future sorrow,

The peasant rejoice when he sees the rainy season,

The married couple are sad, because her sterile womb can't

produce,

The criminal is guilty of a crime he doesn't understand,

Low in spirit is the heart breaker for he has lost his touch.

The poor and the rich have embarked in a race, they both will greet in the end.

The days are long, the nights are short, life passes by and so does our dreams.

There are times, things we most hope on, comes and crushes the expectation of what could have been but isn't.

I look around to comprehend the seasons, each one brings a message, even the wind tells about the future.

I stared at the birds, to listen to their interpretations, they cry and weep, rejoice and reflect of what brings the next day.

At times what causes us to be or not to be, depends on how much thought you gave to the matter.

Give a day to reason, give a day to understanding, give a

day to patience, give a day to happiness, give a day to love, give a day to peace, and a day to rest,

so you may see the pain of labor, and the sorrow of ruins.

Sometimes I'm viewed as cruel, tasteless, cold, mechanical, misplaced, but inside of me, outflows of tears overcome me, because of what has become of this world.

BY: Raphael G

Ink n paper

                                           Ink and paper

The ability to self-express, I mean really to convey the true person (the secret person) individual,
takes on a whole dimension and approach.
Being spontaneous to many is like bursting with words and actions aimlessly. But to the well trained and sight, being the true-self, took on a life time of achievements.

The emotional-self (nurturing being) and logical-self (mechanical being) these characters are at a cross-point, since the beginning of time, and just as ancient ! The balance of gifts, may take someone a life cycle and then at our last death stroke we become endow with the ultimate expression.

To be truly free is not rationalizing that we are the wind...to ride the wind is an abstract mindset.

To flow like a mighty river or a gentle stream invokes great passion, when the spirit is stirred it reveals wonders...yet there is a hollow void that chokes at the end.

So where are we ? When the questions and answers are so inspiringly crafted, that seeking the ultimate-expression can lead to a host of the unknown !

Again I take to the Ink and white paper, they hold and record the knowledge...lost and found, seeking its audience, breaking all barriers...setting a path on which there can be guidance, not demanding nor dictating , just benevolent...patient and all embracing.

10/20-1/2016
Raphael G

Lament for departed doll

                   Lament for departed doll

Here once again I sit surrounded by creation. By a small stream of water that tell tales about my life's esteems that once were so plentiful and massive trees that reveal history. By musical bird’s that play haunting melodies, expressing their version of happiness. By laborious creatures that don't give up trying and a restless sunlight beaming on the leaves of where I shade.

Here I sit in the middle of nowhere all directions I look there's a road or a passageway someone once took, my heart desires to help but, who knows how far they stumble forth?

As I patiently sit observing my surroundings I saw a cat decorated in flashing colors distracted and even took no notice of me determine by her pains and a belly full of unborn kittens, she flagged by anxious about her where about's.

Here in the middle of nowhere one comes to meditate and initiate contact with his creator. As I sat patiently a few cautious passers bye's managed to stroll along their path and I wandered!

I long to know and press ever forward too that extra mile to find a road or a path that can lead me to you. For every breath of air fills me with wonderful thoughts about you. Here I send you things a heart can do.

Everything in life is temporarily but the memories of you are everlasting. Your innocent smile brings joy to all low in spirit. Present yourself to me in ways unknown and I, will judge you righteous, for your ways are wonderful, beautiful, and charming. I'm the one who knows and will not give in trying to interpret them. For your ways, are signals to those who follow.

I have found my way towards you, with the little courage that resides me, and the valor I can summons from above. Truly I'm like a young lad in search of understanding, Like the birth of a new star awaiting acceptance, awaiting placing, seeking instruction, finding little hope, stumbling to reach hearts, and yet I weep, I joy, I endure, with many thanks for my very existence is a privilege.

Renew your friendship with me, just as the season compliments one another. Point my way out to the light again, lead my soul out of captivity, be the one to save me and I will be in debt to you forever. Compassion, mercy, reason, and love had a debate at the end they all gave way and rejoiced.

                                
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BY:Raphael G

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MoonLight

Moonlight strangeness

I'm strange and stranger than none...I feel uninvited in the world in which I tread, yet all are invited to seek my strangeness,

when ever this moonlight is absent I cannot inspire even the night becomes too silent and creation is in the same low spirit,

But when it’s full or not being obscured this light is the gift that compliments such a vast array of phenomenal physics that I could not embrace,

Sometimes it is only half full and my anticipation grows and grows, like that of a mighty river raging for her to fully mature,

The flower beds rejoice at her sight as they have early blossoming from her blessed mist, and in the morning feel refreshed and invigorated,

The prairies, mountain tops, hills, valleys, the oceans, the young calf, the prancing colt, the wing creatures, that nest happily in their resting place,

The gentle fresh air, that makes the open night such pleasant a moonlight, She is the light that shines and shines causing so much commotion, yet innocent partaker in all her actions.

Moonlight the kaleidoscope of extraordinary events, keeps her radiant and focus,

The ever burning spotlight that pierce my soul, nothing like her in splendor, nothing like her in absence.

When I step into the night from my cradle there is this bright light a celestial body that never seems to leave me, It follows everywhere I tread illuminating my pathway, and when it’s full it resembles a lamp someone set up with purpose,

The creatures of the night howl, cry, and sing...their interpretations are all unique, this goes on throughout this nocturnal cycle of intrigue and charm just to repeat once again,

The flying visitors die trying to reach her magnificent splendor, and that is the beauty of it all, the Grand builder had it all well within reach for us to write and respect, fall to our knees and praise….and praise.

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By: Raphael G

Dream Weaver

 

Dream weaver

Like a voyage of long ago,

A time long awaited, where the inspiration rejuvenates an inspirator of dreams,

there aren't rehearsed dreams better than agitated currents,

nothing prepares an inspirator for events so impacting like these...only that emotions and innate feelings incorporate to weave complex feelings that exhaust the soul already in surrender.

Again I find myself embracing for the shock of my life...like it was yesterday.

I reason like a innocent young lad in my search for truth, harmony, feelings, principles, and virtues...Oh Lord save me' help me' give strength...understanding in this world of dreams that never seem to seize pouring my way...I'm not dignified of the leveled thinking.

If poetry is letters of second hand, why do I find myself hindered in what is revealed before me? If poetry is letters of second hand' why do I summons a supreme being? Like this was a debate between me and the creator! My reinforcement is to continue revealing the fundamental things of the heart and pursue the current correctness in guiding the senses.

Never doubt what I write...from the most profound things of the heart inspired reasoning ushers forth what the dream weaver feels in his inspired search.

There can be no falsehood in revealing...more likely it is the initial stage to convocate dialogue, where there is invocation souls come together like poetry and the letters to promote communication in the field of thinking. Poetry and its power for sure have gained its rewarding crown for time to come.

She weaves my broken dreams,

she's soft like the morning mist,

she has these beautiful blues...one is the vast oceans...the other a bright sky in a touching spring break,

she's a master work of whom the thinkers of modern and ancient times debate if she is true or not,

she's an electrifying maiden, no need for dynamic energy to assemble my thoughts,

She would be a great lament if lost and the Divine beings would lament her for an eternity.

What would become of me if she was bones of my bones and fresh of my fresh? I care for her like the hen care for their kind.

I would be enchanted with her like a toddler and toy of interest,

she would be my toy in my eternal toddling.

What can a poor gentile man do for a maiden such touching? If life is all I possess ...than my sacrifice is not in vain!

She's hope for a fallen people and they anticipate in her revealing treasures, O' grandiose king of eternity woe' to me if this was letter of second hand, you are my guide...My fort and my call...you my Judge' that the reality is the sacred expression.

O' my Lord equip me for the outstanding of this dream, you well know my tragedy...I'm innocent in this dream that I can't construct, prepare my path according to the events of worth and surprises in which I must embrace, I ask no more...otherwise that the sacred expression returns fortified in a world of abnegation and absences.

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By: Raphael G

 06/15-23/07

Admirer's reproach

                                                     

                                                                                                    
                                                                           Admirer’s Reproach

Why did you leave the window open?
 

Were you expecting a stranger in the night?
 

Every day I sit by the front door way, you past by like I wasn't there;
 

Yet your fragrances are fresh like morning dew I know better.
 

Your never lonely in your house angels guard your safe keeping.
 

Go ahead ask me where I have been? I tell you things just keep happening,
 

I must speak of what I have abandon, the vaulted sky the earth below, shadows tossed, and the land of broken dreams.

If I could find comfort for just a while it would be in the corner stairways;
 

Leading to my admirer’s reproach! Like autumn’s foliage that chariots to their winter bed,
 

Where is my resting place for today? Like dust driven away my soul finds no refuge…I have become tired, exhausted in my quest to reveal the sacred spiral, who is worthy in my madness?
 

Lead me captive in the sorrows of my beloved strange host where the sun rises from the Far East touching my deeps wounds. 

The many whom my strangeness admired, but stranger than none; here to abide with it in my strange loved. I lay me down until my next resurrection in the near coming spring the day of my birth many years ago when my father woven me in the secret place, not troubling where I sweetly slept.”

BY: Raphael G

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Melodies

MELODIES OF THE NOBLE LADY,

TO A FORGOTTEN GENTLEMAN

Like crystal clear sparkling trickles of water,

her fingers would dash, into the keys of the piano

creating haunting melodies that cascade into my path.

As she took her stand, and began staring at the audience

they laud her in silence. Those mourning over there sick ones came to life, for so glorious was her music, anything

wither would blossom.  I marvel as she closed her eyes, I

picture her mapping the earth, with her wonderful thoughts.

As she relaxed herself, I embraced myself for my emotion

were too great to reveal.  I embraced myself for the slightest mistake would endanger my intentions.

She's a light of hope, for all low in spirit.

She's like a fallen star among mankind who can't do without

her, and everything she touched she gave significance.

Her ways demanded great attention, and every little thing

about her became a proverb.

As she sat down and arrange herself, her feet made the sounds of marching armies returning from a favored battle.  Echoes, thunders, lightning, overshadowed the atmosphere which I eagerly awaited.  The instrument which she played, was viewed has having a personality for they were both so well balanced.  So enlighten became the room, everyone had to veil themselves, for she looked so heavenly.  Her eyes were like dungeons that would imprison anyone who stared at them.

She's an inspiration of thoughts,

She's an everlasting source of joyous memories,

She's a pool of refreshments,

Her youth had the direction of able parents.  Signals her ways have become for this generation,

Her laughter carried tunes of innocent doves, and her

cries well rooted feeling.

Her world enchants me to the highest degree.

Her resources are an endless spring of rejuvenation,

She's a fountain of youth, and as I partook all erosiveness

relegated.  As she stood to conclude her works, she was well

rewarded.

I felt so near, but yet so far away from her, so happy but

yet sad, for I prize all nobles, but no one prize me.  Many roads await you, destiny can be chosen.

Sept.92

Performance By : Valentina Lisitsa
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© Right By: Raphael G

Lament

    Lament for departed doll

Here once again I sit surrounded by creation. By a small stream of water that tell tales about my life's esteems that once were so plentiful and massive trees that reveal history. By musical bird’s that play haunting melodies, expressing their version of happiness. By laborious creatures that don't give up trying and a restless sunlight beaming on the leaves of where I shade.

Here I sit in the middle of nowhere all directions I look there's a road or a passageway someone once took, my heart desires to help but, who knows how far they stumble forth?

As I patiently sit observing my surroundings I saw a cat decorated in flashing colors distracted and even took no notice of me determine by her pains and a belly full of unborn kittens, she flagged by anxious about her where abouts.

Here in the middle of nowhere one comes to meditate and initiate contact with his creator. As I sat patiently a few cautious passers bye's managed to stroll along their path and I wandered!

I long to know and press ever forward too that extra mile to find a road or a path that can lead me to you. For every breath of air fills me with wonderful thoughts about you. Here I send you things a heart can do.

Everything in life is temporarily but the memories of you are everlasting. Your innocent smile brings joy to all low in spirit. Present yourself to me in ways unknown and I, will judge you righteous, for your ways are wonderful, beautiful, and charming. I'm the one who knows and will not give in trying to interpret them. For your ways, are signals to those who follow.

I have found my way towards you, with the little courage that resides me, and the valor I can summons from above. Truly I'm like a young lad in search of understanding, Like the birth of a new star awaiting acceptance, awaiting placing, seeking instruction, finding little hope, stumbling to reach hearts, and yet I weep, I joy, I endure, with many thanks for my very existence is a privilege.

Renew your friendship with me, just as the season compliments one another. Point my way out to the light again, lead my soul out of captivity, be the one to save me and I will be in debt to you forever. Compassion, mercy, reason, and love had a debate at the end they all gave way and rejoiced.

                               

(5/2-10/12-94)               BY: Raphael G

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