• I am in love with your spirit and the integrity, trapped within the cages of your interior.
While, I will always want you I am taken with your friendship and indebted to your guided protection.
Your tears of guilt and sorrow illuminate my heart with the integrity you shine on me.
Oh! sweet Sagittariious lay your sweet lips upon this Virgonian breast with your sultry might!
Be my first class tempter in my escape to trust in the unknown...
As I lose control, I allow you to be my Beowolf.
And I your Austin, my 'Muslim wanderer'.
Just like you were intrigued with me when I told, "You to come with me,"...
... I am in intermission awaiting for the only man strong enough for me.
-To take his lead
-To have his turn to control me.
There I will be your great sense to the extraordinary and profound life of a Steal Magnolia, "keepin it real," awaiting for her King to take his thrown.
Oh, Beowolf! Overcome the known and have the courage to declare victory of your fear!
Be that is of what Gods beckonath to be...
To be one and set our single hearts free!
Partake in the destiny we hold.
You are the Ying...
The missing puzzle piece of the Yang.
In unison we are the stronger.
Alone you are the wiser strand of subtlety.
And I am the sensibility of the degree of my feminist forethought.
While, I alone am the stronger and bolder...
MY pride to succumb to the prejudice of your masculine adversity...
My heart is reserved for your invitation..
While God keeps me captive...
I the prisoner to await the journey ahead.
He shall keep me at peace till your anointed destiny is taken in full armor.
Your fullest potential and position... .....that level tis not reached
But when you come, you will be that of the great, which will be the master of the highest in the throne of 'Kings of Ole'.
Now, we are the souls of a passionate phenomenon to compel the harmonious flow.
Sir take your road, and together when you unite with me, we will rule together with victory, unity and truth.
Rather than past complete pandemonium in our lives...
We are the cultivation and the manifestation of irreparable completion.
You are my end....
...Until, I am gone and completely taken by the wind and disintegrated in the clay.
I am your best...
...And your retreat
Until tomorrow due what whilst show...
But for now, I am driven to wander in the unknown
Till my spirit reunites with your physical body, I am in the depths of Your thoughts and in the presence of your understanding.
I am within you...
... As you within I.
And together we are united in Jehovah, God, Allah in Christ.
I thought my joy was taken by another and was lost forever...
...But your flavor was blessed upon me and my joy is alive and redeemed inside me.
The formula was the Gift of God to be eternally connected for all time.
I'm not your prisoner in your captivity.
I'm am the saved one.
I am the glorified.
I am of the anointed.
You through God brings revived strength.
You bring me into my adult life.
For what I find in you alone, is a we!
Oh, blessed hero come rescue me!
I'll be here...
Just speak the word.
We are the enlightened.
We are the foundation.
We are the achieved.
We are not the failed.
For if you give me your wisdom,
I'll give you my heart.
Let's be the truth!:)
Now Sir proclaim Amen...now that I've told you that I Love You!:)
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Destined Place
• When the electricity between our two hearts collide a cosmic reaction occurs.
Like when the red ferns are in bloom.
When destiny penetrates there is only one certain resolution-
There is no certain end.
Why adapt when thy can confront?
I a carpet bagger search for humble retreat.
The atonement of thy mercy is pressed within thy womb.
Give me a thimble and I will give you a mountain.
Give me your spirit and I will give you my soul.
Give me only modest courtesy, will only bring defeat.
A transaction is a must...
Yield prosperous inquiry...
And you shed no defeat.
Definitive purpose...
Vicarious spoil...
The garden in harvest...
The berries aboil stew mischief indeed...
The witch casts her spell, I run in worried escape....
I flee to my destined place.
The Shrangrila persists with only God and I alone.
Till he casts me down below the wandering clouds...
I am reserved for proper use.
You are intrigued to your own discovery and education of self worth
I the legendary...
recall no time...
But the will of your disenchantment is the revolution you must leave.
To withdraw is to bring Genesis to anew...
I am immersed in glory and relief.
Arthur come..
I is yours.
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
When the rivers come to the sea...
I float immersed in the constant flow...
Till the Mississippi reaches the Atlantic..
I wait
I wait
I wait.
Till you come to our...
To our
To our
Destined place.
Like when the red ferns are in bloom.
When destiny penetrates there is only one certain resolution-
There is no certain end.
Why adapt when thy can confront?
I a carpet bagger search for humble retreat.
The atonement of thy mercy is pressed within thy womb.
Give me a thimble and I will give you a mountain.
Give me your spirit and I will give you my soul.
Give me only modest courtesy, will only bring defeat.
A transaction is a must...
Yield prosperous inquiry...
And you shed no defeat.
Definitive purpose...
Vicarious spoil...
The garden in harvest...
The berries aboil stew mischief indeed...
The witch casts her spell, I run in worried escape....
I flee to my destined place.
The Shrangrila persists with only God and I alone.
Till he casts me down below the wandering clouds...
I am reserved for proper use.
You are intrigued to your own discovery and education of self worth
I the legendary...
recall no time...
But the will of your disenchantment is the revolution you must leave.
To withdraw is to bring Genesis to anew...
I am immersed in glory and relief.
Arthur come..
I is yours.
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
When the rivers come to the sea...
I float immersed in the constant flow...
Till the Mississippi reaches the Atlantic..
I wait
I wait
I wait.
Till you come to our...
To our
To our
Destined place.
• The Changing Rhythm in the Storm of Time
Underappreciated
Nostalgic sentiments
Memories Spoken
Reality Drifts Away
With the tides of turmoil
And Storm of Change
Clouds busting and raining
Regret ALAS
Spontaneity
Convicted Disbelief
Convoluted Trespasses
Undermining Hate
Defeat not reckoned
Physical Agility
To halt
To Stop
BREATH
Let it go…
Mental thirst quenched
Thirst for change…
..Stopped
Defeated by practicality
Give to earnest credibility
…to hasten sensibility
Let it assimilate you…
Let it motivate you as you whisper gloriously to your heart
To circulate your mind
A new birth of ambition…
A new birth of freedom…
Recollect your tenacity…
However pardon those who are not equipped to understand
Drum beat
Drum beat
Pitter pat
String bellows
A rat-tat-tat
An anthem of Witt to multiply audacity
Public question motive as you offer a bountiful rebuttal
As you say to another, "hear them, it is not that they ask why, but as they do not, you ask why not?"
And you conclude fate and wisdom to the Ode of 'Pub-like debate'….you eloquently
..But not tragically concur that guilt is a human mechanism designed to broadcast insecurity and a willfully desired deduction to enact servitude to cheat and ignore change
BUT you know that change is a way of life…
And while it can break you, you know change is a mighty tale of honor…
Folklore you know this
Harness independence
Seek an agenda...But harness happiness in the beauty of the moment
..Then look back mitsfully
Let it give you a brief kiss of the past…
…To hold you in a delicate moment…
….a vacation from the regular and normalcy of today…
It is only a brief encounter of happiness, but one to carry you over from this glorious day to the sun-setting dawn of tomorrow…
Away you drift….
……drift away….good sir…..
Let it keep you, while you silently and secretly…..drift away…………………………………………………………………
………………………………………………………Drift into the wilderness of change.
Nostalgic sentiments
Memories Spoken
Reality Drifts Away
With the tides of turmoil
And Storm of Change
Clouds busting and raining
Regret ALAS
Spontaneity
Convicted Disbelief
Convoluted Trespasses
Undermining Hate
Defeat not reckoned
Physical Agility
To halt
To Stop
BREATH
Let it go…
Mental thirst quenched
Thirst for change…
..Stopped
Defeated by practicality
Give to earnest credibility
…to hasten sensibility
Let it assimilate you…
Let it motivate you as you whisper gloriously to your heart
To circulate your mind
A new birth of ambition…
A new birth of freedom…
Recollect your tenacity…
However pardon those who are not equipped to understand
Drum beat
Drum beat
Pitter pat
String bellows
A rat-tat-tat
An anthem of Witt to multiply audacity
Public question motive as you offer a bountiful rebuttal
As you say to another, "hear them, it is not that they ask why, but as they do not, you ask why not?"
And you conclude fate and wisdom to the Ode of 'Pub-like debate'….you eloquently
..But not tragically concur that guilt is a human mechanism designed to broadcast insecurity and a willfully desired deduction to enact servitude to cheat and ignore change
BUT you know that change is a way of life…
And while it can break you, you know change is a mighty tale of honor…
Folklore you know this
Harness independence
Seek an agenda...But harness happiness in the beauty of the moment
..Then look back mitsfully
Let it give you a brief kiss of the past…
…To hold you in a delicate moment…
….a vacation from the regular and normalcy of today…
It is only a brief encounter of happiness, but one to carry you over from this glorious day to the sun-setting dawn of tomorrow…
Away you drift….
……drift away….good sir…..
Let it keep you, while you silently and secretly…..drift away…………………………………………………………………
………………………………………………………Drift into the wilderness of change.
Constraints of “Bridalism”
Constraints of "Bridalism"
In the endocrine façade of society, let it not be conveyed or construed to at the depths of stereotypes in patriarchal views, womens' constraints are still robust and identified as they are blended to ideological necessity, and passed on as tradition. The multitude of the ants march and observe the presence of loneliness or their perception of an individual acting alone. Rather than trying to paint a story or imagine a practicality for the individual sitting alone, the individual is attacked from eyes as bright and illuminating as the great grey owl who almost stumbles past to observe a ring. In the modern public-sphere cannot a woman sit alone and enjoy her best company and friend, who also happen to be oneself. I define "bridalism" as the modern, historical constraints of views and perceptions which do not diminish the presence of specific-societal-norms that apply to married women, specifically in America today.
What constitutes a loss of independence for married women, which beseeches even the brightest capacity to think without the indulgence of masculinity? Are not my own ideas, mine to breathe and to whisper to others? Are not my philosophies, not mine to bear? Are not my passions, mine to dream, and are not my bridges not mine to leap? Women are beings who are not threatening and not incapable of thought. Women are however, equal in mind to men. So how can society negate that married women need their husbands to define their minds and condemn them to a travesty of dependence.
Dependence to pursue modern poverty of mind and spirit to feel as second in line, as a second class, in some way the brightest protestor, the "Cher Icon," the Shirley McClaine, Opra Winfrey and even Dolly or Loretta Lynn sacrificed something. A characteristic of normality for fortune and fame, Opra with her independence from children and the diagnosis of non-wedding bliss and no component of dominated power of the contractual form; Loretta is the fighter of an abusive husband and forbidden young marriage to an older man, who committed his existence to building her persona than his idea of her, rather than her true soul, while utilizing her to populate his legacy in the special Kentucky tradition; Cher who married twice or chastised her love to preserve herself , rather than to conform to the providence of male dominance and egocentrism to predominate his passion, rather than her own.
The cue is to have Bridalism introduce purity amongst gender to equalize the playing field, between pro and con, and offense and defense. Elizabeth, in her own time would never marry and give-up her purpose. Today, I can and will do both. I'd rather defeat bridalism, than have a ring or certificate defeat GOD. However, because I am a member of faith, I see beyond that of Modernity and Christendom. I am we, merged interdependence, and rather a complex dynamics of a new construed creation. The interdependence between the two who are equality and balance, a new inauguration of feminine and masculine traits, whether by the female or the male, the details are the frosting, which withers away, while the main construction is mostly the dominance of the team.
Then the team is reported as reputable, rather than disorder. The two are a partnership of "Bridalintegracy. " Bridalintegracy is defined as an integral component and necessity to combine preferred traits to establish a new identity to provide for love and success on the matrimonial agility of existence on earth.
Matrimony is the defined, greatest gift of partnership and relationships given by divine creation. Matrimony is the beginning and the end of adulthood. It is sometimes chosen, sometimes not. However, it is the complexity of social attention and the essence of life. Matrimony is furthermore, a blessed sacrament not to conceal servitude and widening dependence. Matrimony is neither, but to console the body-cast in its peak of enlightenment and sweetest serendipity, the illuminating peculiarity of not knowing, but the equality of man and female in the like of the Bridalintegracy, "to have and to hold, to cherish, as long as thee shall live," in body, mind and spirit.
In the endocrine façade of society, let it not be conveyed or construed to at the depths of stereotypes in patriarchal views, womens' constraints are still robust and identified as they are blended to ideological necessity, and passed on as tradition. The multitude of the ants march and observe the presence of loneliness or their perception of an individual acting alone. Rather than trying to paint a story or imagine a practicality for the individual sitting alone, the individual is attacked from eyes as bright and illuminating as the great grey owl who almost stumbles past to observe a ring. In the modern public-sphere cannot a woman sit alone and enjoy her best company and friend, who also happen to be oneself. I define "bridalism" as the modern, historical constraints of views and perceptions which do not diminish the presence of specific-societal-norms that apply to married women, specifically in America today.
What constitutes a loss of independence for married women, which beseeches even the brightest capacity to think without the indulgence of masculinity? Are not my own ideas, mine to breathe and to whisper to others? Are not my philosophies, not mine to bear? Are not my passions, mine to dream, and are not my bridges not mine to leap? Women are beings who are not threatening and not incapable of thought. Women are however, equal in mind to men. So how can society negate that married women need their husbands to define their minds and condemn them to a travesty of dependence.
Dependence to pursue modern poverty of mind and spirit to feel as second in line, as a second class, in some way the brightest protestor, the "Cher Icon," the Shirley McClaine, Opra Winfrey and even Dolly or Loretta Lynn sacrificed something. A characteristic of normality for fortune and fame, Opra with her independence from children and the diagnosis of non-wedding bliss and no component of dominated power of the contractual form; Loretta is the fighter of an abusive husband and forbidden young marriage to an older man, who committed his existence to building her persona than his idea of her, rather than her true soul, while utilizing her to populate his legacy in the special Kentucky tradition; Cher who married twice or chastised her love to preserve herself , rather than to conform to the providence of male dominance and egocentrism to predominate his passion, rather than her own.
The cue is to have Bridalism introduce purity amongst gender to equalize the playing field, between pro and con, and offense and defense. Elizabeth, in her own time would never marry and give-up her purpose. Today, I can and will do both. I'd rather defeat bridalism, than have a ring or certificate defeat GOD. However, because I am a member of faith, I see beyond that of Modernity and Christendom. I am we, merged interdependence, and rather a complex dynamics of a new construed creation. The interdependence between the two who are equality and balance, a new inauguration of feminine and masculine traits, whether by the female or the male, the details are the frosting, which withers away, while the main construction is mostly the dominance of the team.
Then the team is reported as reputable, rather than disorder. The two are a partnership of "Bridalintegracy. " Bridalintegracy is defined as an integral component and necessity to combine preferred traits to establish a new identity to provide for love and success on the matrimonial agility of existence on earth.
Matrimony is the defined, greatest gift of partnership and relationships given by divine creation. Matrimony is the beginning and the end of adulthood. It is sometimes chosen, sometimes not. However, it is the complexity of social attention and the essence of life. Matrimony is furthermore, a blessed sacrament not to conceal servitude and widening dependence. Matrimony is neither, but to console the body-cast in its peak of enlightenment and sweetest serendipity, the illuminating peculiarity of not knowing, but the equality of man and female in the like of the Bridalintegracy, "to have and to hold, to cherish, as long as thee shall live," in body, mind and spirit.
Subtlety
The road to subtlety is embarked by strategic clarity and motivation that is all their own. A forthright contemplation of integrity and contemplation to bestow brilliance in existence, it is intrigued by passion and a beast of honor. We meet conformity of common-law in the structural components that define society by that which is defined by remnants of the past. Simplicity, non-materialistic human traits diverged with a complex-heart, differs from mainstream presumptions of servitude in the homo-sapien realm of feelings. To comply or deny, all who kneel to change, must allow a necessary sacrifice.
For a sacrifice negates the very will one must follow to intercept mediocrity, and beset a degree of competing alarms of insult to air imagination. Sanity is intrigued by nothingness and an inquisitive strength in bliss, and the saleable right to carry with it an elastic normalcy.
Look no farther…there is a solace in the independent-modern road of state, which produces tranquility in the being. Meanwhile, like a kiss upon the mind that blows with a bolst of fresh breath from the sea, harvesting new ideas, that becomes the labyrinth of modeling-robust tendencies, contemplating the flavor of open-mindess to producing new organic ideas. Babies, from the kiss upon the mind which beseeches power to give offspring favor to a legacy. Then at the brink of discovery, thy neighbor waves to you, as a welcoming gesture to greet your new knowledge.
The newfound mother, farther, parent or guardian greets the impurity, the impurity is sanctioned as a worthy broadcast. The knowledge is mass-produced, without an inquisitive mind to ponder on the legitimacy of the source, but as a normal patron to society, when the patron takes the knowledge at face-value and interlays the speech to trickle into conservation and discussion. The information is shared after a multitude of participants' share this ideological balance, perceptions change and the stead-fast theory becomes a national book…a best seller. The best-seller is now produced as a legitimate literary-masterpiece to children of philosophy. The subtlety which bears no ground of breaching the mold, but vast in the manner of integrating the soul and mind to modernize oneself, by acting within the confines of mainstream regulations of society and the authority, which becomes law from the partnership and negates a satisfaction and bliss of ignorance in acceptance. The road to subtlety is paved with the sacrifice of the mainstream, owning the complexity of government. The majority therefore rules the proletariat before the revolution.
For a sacrifice negates the very will one must follow to intercept mediocrity, and beset a degree of competing alarms of insult to air imagination. Sanity is intrigued by nothingness and an inquisitive strength in bliss, and the saleable right to carry with it an elastic normalcy.
Look no farther…there is a solace in the independent-modern road of state, which produces tranquility in the being. Meanwhile, like a kiss upon the mind that blows with a bolst of fresh breath from the sea, harvesting new ideas, that becomes the labyrinth of modeling-robust tendencies, contemplating the flavor of open-mindess to producing new organic ideas. Babies, from the kiss upon the mind which beseeches power to give offspring favor to a legacy. Then at the brink of discovery, thy neighbor waves to you, as a welcoming gesture to greet your new knowledge.
The newfound mother, farther, parent or guardian greets the impurity, the impurity is sanctioned as a worthy broadcast. The knowledge is mass-produced, without an inquisitive mind to ponder on the legitimacy of the source, but as a normal patron to society, when the patron takes the knowledge at face-value and interlays the speech to trickle into conservation and discussion. The information is shared after a multitude of participants' share this ideological balance, perceptions change and the stead-fast theory becomes a national book…a best seller. The best-seller is now produced as a legitimate literary-masterpiece to children of philosophy. The subtlety which bears no ground of breaching the mold, but vast in the manner of integrating the soul and mind to modernize oneself, by acting within the confines of mainstream regulations of society and the authority, which becomes law from the partnership and negates a satisfaction and bliss of ignorance in acceptance. The road to subtlety is paved with the sacrifice of the mainstream, owning the complexity of government. The majority therefore rules the proletariat before the revolution.
The Hours
Where does human suffering loose faith in God, so tragically that to give one's life, rather than bestow friendship and trust in the lord, thy Jehovah?
In the Movie, The Hours, (Reinartz, 2002), an author, a man, "Richard" questioned why must he live and suffer so? For the sake of others, who want him to...for the companionship, for the memorial gifts of sacrifice? His self-preservation must exist to merely exist, for the sake of satisfying others? He asked, "who is there for the hours before and the hours after, when are the hours between are occupied" (Reinartz, 2002).
The hours before and after, one is left alone, who is there? The character councils not to relieve himself, from the personal torment of suffering, He councils to move, but to persist, while his inquiry did not satisfy a spiritual conclusion. Only a rather worldly perspective, the brilliance and trust is that even in the depths of loneliness, in the evil-abyss of humanity and Earth, a miraculous event takes precedence, in one definite place for a fortunate few. For me, in particularly, it is a simple gesture, in the early hours of the morning, lying comfortably in my bed, in my own personal realm of inquiry. In this realm, I question and answer life's obstacles and question matters: why, because, how did this or that come about, why must this or that suffer, what is the purpose of that, what will be the outcome, solutions and how can that change help? In this state of ugliness and extremely bad halitosis, I find a beam beckoning and a signal of light through the clean-white blinds, with ecstatic intensity, focusing fantasma upon the walls.
The light suggests that I do have a friend after all; I do have a reason for existence. I suffer to find why God drains me, and brings me back to him, to depend on the most essential thing, to exist to have life and to depend on GOD. For he created Earth, the stars, men and the beckoning light, glowing to awaken me from inquiry in the lovely hours of the morning. Through one simple sparkling instance, a fantastic entity, as even as minuscule as a star illuminating, to give even the worst suffering pleasurable-breath, means that honor is and life is something we must all bear. There is something we must suffer and live for, life…in the hours before and after. We must have faith.
Faith spends time with God, Jesus the Jehovah, the Lord our Savior… in the hours before and the hours after, not in-between. For he is the truth, for sometimes he must taketh away all things, to show us the glory and the truth in the light.
I leave with one final thought: resonating evil can only persist if you allow it. If you pray for change God will bring change, satisfying that change. Maybe not what you want or when you think you need it, however, he will bring change. How you need it, when you need it, for he is the greatest and final authority…He is GOD. My glory and greatest lover…is GOD!
Works Cited
Reinartz, J. (2002). The Hours.
In the Movie, The Hours, (Reinartz, 2002), an author, a man, "Richard" questioned why must he live and suffer so? For the sake of others, who want him to...for the companionship, for the memorial gifts of sacrifice? His self-preservation must exist to merely exist, for the sake of satisfying others? He asked, "who is there for the hours before and the hours after, when are the hours between are occupied" (Reinartz, 2002).
The hours before and after, one is left alone, who is there? The character councils not to relieve himself, from the personal torment of suffering, He councils to move, but to persist, while his inquiry did not satisfy a spiritual conclusion. Only a rather worldly perspective, the brilliance and trust is that even in the depths of loneliness, in the evil-abyss of humanity and Earth, a miraculous event takes precedence, in one definite place for a fortunate few. For me, in particularly, it is a simple gesture, in the early hours of the morning, lying comfortably in my bed, in my own personal realm of inquiry. In this realm, I question and answer life's obstacles and question matters: why, because, how did this or that come about, why must this or that suffer, what is the purpose of that, what will be the outcome, solutions and how can that change help? In this state of ugliness and extremely bad halitosis, I find a beam beckoning and a signal of light through the clean-white blinds, with ecstatic intensity, focusing fantasma upon the walls.
The light suggests that I do have a friend after all; I do have a reason for existence. I suffer to find why God drains me, and brings me back to him, to depend on the most essential thing, to exist to have life and to depend on GOD. For he created Earth, the stars, men and the beckoning light, glowing to awaken me from inquiry in the lovely hours of the morning. Through one simple sparkling instance, a fantastic entity, as even as minuscule as a star illuminating, to give even the worst suffering pleasurable-breath, means that honor is and life is something we must all bear. There is something we must suffer and live for, life…in the hours before and after. We must have faith.
Faith spends time with God, Jesus the Jehovah, the Lord our Savior… in the hours before and the hours after, not in-between. For he is the truth, for sometimes he must taketh away all things, to show us the glory and the truth in the light.
I leave with one final thought: resonating evil can only persist if you allow it. If you pray for change God will bring change, satisfying that change. Maybe not what you want or when you think you need it, however, he will bring change. How you need it, when you need it, for he is the greatest and final authority…He is GOD. My glory and greatest lover…is GOD!
Works Cited
Reinartz, J. (2002). The Hours.
Human Connectivity in Change
A silent queue
Strategic-over deserving defeat
A personal accomplishment
Mark
Change Indeed
Reflections
Teamwork
Sworn enemies
Alliances
Friendship
Change
Problem-solving
LOVE
Charisma,
Unspoken connections
Change
Growth, triumph, from one fear and intentional
Beckons relief
Fluidity
Breath
No overcastting zealousness…Integrating consciousness
Just visions of personal achievements
Change
An interlocking capacity to cope and speak
The presence of everything worthwhile
Change
Supporters…bystanders
Lovers
Critic’s and integral masterminds of
Change
The components of preferences
The supporters of unesteemed difficult, presence of
Change
The anthem of personal growth
The legend of success
The heroes of loss
The synergy of common passions
The travel to a collective end
Each a stepping stone
A buildable block of
Change
The silence of the deserved victory
The acknowledgment of personal enlightenment defeating fear and
Brilliance of learning humility
Change…in very essence
Trusting and knowing
We have a common thread
Change
Strategic-over deserving defeat
A personal accomplishment
Mark
Change Indeed
Reflections
Teamwork
Sworn enemies
Alliances
Friendship
Change
Problem-solving
LOVE
Charisma,
Unspoken connections
Change
Growth, triumph, from one fear and intentional
Beckons relief
Fluidity
Breath
No overcastting zealousness…Integrating consciousness
Just visions of personal achievements
Change
An interlocking capacity to cope and speak
The presence of everything worthwhile
Change
Supporters…bystanders
Lovers
Critic’s and integral masterminds of
Change
The components of preferences
The supporters of unesteemed difficult, presence of
Change
The anthem of personal growth
The legend of success
The heroes of loss
The synergy of common passions
The travel to a collective end
Each a stepping stone
A buildable block of
Change
The silence of the deserved victory
The acknowledgment of personal enlightenment defeating fear and
Brilliance of learning humility
Change…in very essence
Trusting and knowing
We have a common thread
Change
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