Memories by the Moonlight

She sat by the window as the moon light glistened upon her face...

It reminded her of the day they first kissed...

She smiled.

They were on the campus park on a crisp autumn day...

How he loved her strawberry kiwi lip gloss...."mmm" He would always say...

It seemed they matured in love so quickly...five years strong...

The first day she met him, he brightened her day...

She adored his joyous and prosperous ways...

She was flattered by his love for life....Now for her too.

She looked down at her finger...

The Diamond glistened so brightly just as the night's bright full moon...

She smiled once again as she thought about how her life would be soon...

He Wants to Get Lucky Tonight

He said he loved her
Interest in her personality and affection is what he showed her
Sweet words, THREE words, and promises is what he told her
He made her believe their relationship had a base when he held her

Their love was innocent...
Saying I LOVE YOU was her way to vent,
Vent to him of how much she cared,
Letting him know she was gonna be there,

But THREE WORDS expressed bonded with THREE LETTERS if explained by him,
Did he really think it meant she would EVENTUALLY give IT up to him!?

Well, he had her twisted!
She let him know the real from tha beginnin!
How DARE he think she would compromise her religion!?
Compromise her beliefs!?
Just to get a momentarily relief!

What she has in mind is a place where there's immeasurable pleasure
It doesn’t last for a half an hour or less...It lasts FOREVER!

Where New Life is made eternal
Away from the ruthlessness, unbearingness, and immortal

How could she reach her GOAL with his sinful intent!?
Its not like if she gave IT to him that would be it!
He would want to do it again and again
Sin after sin
Just minimizing her blessins,
Then after he was finished with her...he'd be tyrna get at tha next's.

There was NO ring on her finger!...
He could NEVER give GOD'S best possible gift to her neither!

Their relationship had NO guarantees
I mean she wasn’t in need of a "hubby"...she is only sixteen!

But when he asked in my simple words would she give it up?
She compared her TRUE LOVE with God opposed to a FALSE sense of love Blinded by lust,
Of a Typical Boy in need of a quick f*ck,

She pointed to the door and said,
"Haa! Boy you is ==>effin<== Mr...Out....Of...Luck!!!"

Pressing Toward the Goal

I am really humbled at the thought of God's relentless patience, compassion, forgiveness and mercy on me. I am just so very appreciative that He has spoken, listened, and called. I know this way of life is a journey that takes a lifetime and can only continue through The Light (My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ) showing the The Way and The Truth (Himself, His Ways and His Gospel).  I pray I forever live and walk in the Spirit and that I never step back more than I push forward. Most importantly I pray that I bear the same fruits that God exemplified to me when this journey all began: Galatians 2:22. At a young age, I am thankful to say that I know my life's purpose: to be born in the image and likeness of God (my Elder Brother and Lord Jesus Christ has led a faithful life for me to follow in His likeness) and to ultimately be born in God's family and rule under Christ's authority in the Kingdom of God: Revelation 5:10. I pray that every talent He has given me will be used to the purpose of which I was called and that nothing good I have to offer will be used in vain. I pray that I continue to mature and hardly ever again wrestle against what He wants for me. I think about how many times He has tried to pull me out of the seat of the scornful and the counsel of the ungodly, instead I would wrestle against His motion and thus would be let down again and again because of my ignorant notion that to forgive means to still associate. I pray that as I transition to a better institution of learning than the one I am at now (lol) I will meet people with a mind like Christs and fruits of His Spirit, yet I am very thankful for the friendships I have made here,which was the good aspect of attending school in Atlanta. I am looking forward to this summer, however. I will have plenty of time to recollect and reconstruct, to better myself for the work that is already being done in me. Well, I can go on but I have a summary to write for my Independent Study(lol). I just wanted to express my thoughts and possibly have a reference to those thoughts for a later time when needed. Furthermore, I pray for more fruits of God's Spirit: Galations 2:22 as I continue my unlikely journey on a narrow path once walked before me as my guide to eternity.  I will press toward my foremost most prominent goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus: Philippians 3:14.

Peace

In a world full of distractions, trials, defeats, and worries, many of us, desire peace, of which there is "freedom of the mind from annoyance, distraction, anxiety, an obsession, etc.; there is tranquility; serenity." (6.) (Dictionary.com)

A picturesque symbol of peace to me is the view of an aquatic landscape. Nothing more peaceful than the jade tranquil waters on the coast of Rio or Hawaii or Jamaica. For hours in these areas, the sun warmly sits on the crisp oceans as the wind propels soft flowing currents... Beautiful shades of blue-green and white water softly *whooshes* on sandy ground. Every crests calmly moves just as a sleeping new born babe in his mother's arms. The scent is as fresh as the scent of a juniper when the wind blows through its evergreen leaves...In a mere second, an encounter of fresh aqua encompassed by a resting sun is pure tranquility embodied in just a glance and a simple whiff.

To experience my picturesque symbol of peace with in... forever... would be amazing...but is it possible to find perfect peace today? in this age? Well, Isaiah 26:3 tells us that *inner peace* is definitely attainable, "You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You." So often I find my self wanting many, many things and honestly in the midst of that I lose focus on Who is important, God. When applying Isaiah 26:3, I find that what it says is true. When i focus on God, I have nothing to worry about. Why then do I often forget this and focus on things that are insignificant? Perhaps the answer is life. Clearly life throws us to and fro, to the ocean and then back to the fire to repeat this cycle all over again. In essence, life has its ups and downs. And when encountering those downs, we sometimes forget to stop worrying and wanting and simply to focus on God, instead. If we did, He would give us rest, mental tranquility. If everyone focused on God and obeyed Him, this world would be a peaceful one, as well; however, everyone does not focus on Him and will not until Jesus Christ returns here on Earth. Only then, will there be *world peace*, " they learn war no more" (Isaiah 2:4).

Nevertheless, until then Christians have been promised the gifts of God's Spirit if they obey Him. One gift of the Spirit is inner peace, "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. And those who are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires" (Galatians 5:22-24).

"Those who are Christ's have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires"...because peace or joy or faithfulness etc. given by God's Spirit is much more substantial than any carnal treasure.

Therefore, know that true peace, the greatest peace, the best peace comes from God and is given to those who are faithful and obedient. I pray to lay my worries aside and attain tranquility like the resting cynosure on a wave of moving water, I move slowly and calmly with assurance...no longer moving frantically to and fro, but calmly living like the gentle waters of my symbolic picturesque scenery of . . . . Peace

Poetically Scientific...

I was tasked with creating a poem using words pertaining to chemistry. The title of this poem is: A Wave of Worries From Yesterday Mirrors an Identical Tomorrow

The Dark River relinquishes a weary reflection of a woman wrapped by a worrisome yesterday that’s causing her world to rapidly fall apart.

The moon’s refraction glistens upon the dark river but worsens the wave of resonance beating in the unsystematic vibrations of her heart.

For the night encompasses what awaits and the timber serves as an interference against her facing the sun all too soon.

She feels a connection with the diffraction of the owl’s piercing voice that creates longitudinal waves high enough to reach the moon.

Her analytical eyes sway as the cold aquatic body propels transverse waves that rise and falls and keeps her captivated in a deep trance.

She closes her eyes in efforts to forget her troubles and feels the cold currents with her burnt-sienna hands. 

The cold water causes her nerves to jump as if 300 Hertz of frequency surged a photon of electromagnetic spectrum throughout her worn-out core.

She feels every wavelength in the sole of her hands and drifts away to a normal life with Jacob and Marie calling her “Mommy” once more.

She gets lost in the wave pulse linked her heart’s beat as it skips to a rhythm of ineffable happiness.

She visualizes a constructive life with her children whose days are lasting and full of immeasurable bliss.

In reality, every nerve in her relentless hands feel every crest of every wave that flows upon it.

And in her reverie, every nerve in her arms feel every warmth of every child and their faces show excitement.

The amplitude of her dream occurs exactly when the anti-nodes of the waves reach their highest peak.

She dances freely with them with the immense happiness and assurance she had longed to seek.

But the dream abruptly ends when the river’s incident wave reaches a trough which causes the currents to slow speed.

The river’s currents break and she feels the node of the stationary wave trigger the current’s flow to impede.

She opens her eyes to her feared nightmare of a luminous sun declaring a new day.

A day that’s no different from days before and she knows will be no different from days after Today.

At night she hides from the possible inevitable Tomorrow because she knows that it will be identical to her past days.

And what proves her right is when she looks in the river and sees a reflection of a weary woman troubled by Yesterday.

Abstruse Dreaming For A Normal Complexity Of “Crushing”

Temptation Tantalized By Expression Through Eyes....

 Silly Grins And Solemn Stares....

 Words That Would Widely Make Her Flustered...

 But His…Creates A Blanket Over Her Heart...

 No Its Not Secure…

 So Susceptible To Hurt…

 But The Warmth… 

Warm Enough To Melt…

 Makes It Skip To His Rhythm…

 Souls Now One…

 Lastly Linked Together…

 So When He Stares, She Does…

 Love Is Found…

 Sanity Is Lost…

 Dese Deserted Hearts Together Play Delightful Music…

 Alone Their Pulse Is Perplexed By Puzzle Pieces Crushed

 Between Lost Loves' Finger Tips…

 Together Their Minds Conceive A Canvas In Which Their Paintings Are

 Carelessly Contiguous But The Product Is Comely.

 Emotions Emerge As Their Hearts Emotes Only What It Knows…

 She Feels As Though There's Chemistry Causing Dese Shy, Aloof Smiles…

 If She's Wrong, Surely Her Weltered Heart Will Become A Casualty…

 She Rests Her Head…

 Lulled By Her Heart…

 She Drifts Away…

 Deep Thoughts To A World Where Their Lips Meet Fireworks…

 Alluring Is His Presence…

 Kind Is His Heart…

 He Grabs Her Hand…

 Whimsically Spins Her…

 Noses Pressed…

 Eyes Connect…

 No Blinks...

 Don't Wake Her…

 Closed Eyes…

 Opened Heart…

 Sweet Dreams…

 She Wakes…

 She Stares Up At Him As He Looks Then Looks Astray…

 Nightmares Now Lived…

 Because Reality Sets IN…

 She Closes Her Eyes And Dreams…

 Till Never Ends…