My skin grew thicker by the hour like rubber. Elastic and beyond confines. I therefore burn every camouflaged demon in my memory occupying space.
Resting on the glory of love and its resting on me. AMEN.
I see love on many faces, and they are, all familiar; to me.
If love is not the truth, then my name is lucifer ..’ Question is, do you even know what love is? You probably call it hate!
Or is that what you were taught; to know, to see, to love, to believe? Now you’ve become! What is love to you?
Scandalous randomness of human fragility, shenanigans and stupidity. Unbelievable!
Looking at you, I can tell you are weak, from the way you speak, to the sole of your feet. Your moves, when we meet – tell me more than I need to seek.
And when you turn your cheek, I can only think of things that could almost make me freak.
It runs deep. Like the walls of Jericho, although, you know, although you won’t know. So, go slowly – son. You need this. Peace. Find it within.
The beauty of love is, it never dies. It grows like a flame and a burning passion of desire; even absent mindedly, or away, from view ..’
It’s free and freed indeed. This love is my kind of loving. It glows like no other pain I’ve ever known.
Why did I spend my precious moments with people who are miseducated, miserables; projecting their sadness and embittered souls – thinking, it was my fault?
Lovers of self, money and rooters of evil. Seekers of discords. Champions of luciferianism.
Worst still, occupying them in my solice and peace, with my time. Hope has walked through that door and I have my refuge at last.
Love. God is. Amen. I pray for you. May God forgive you. Lord Jesus – #MercyfulGrace
But there’s a kind of love that walks away, and says; nothing!
Àrèmúorin – Anthony Everest is a Jazz, Soul-R&B Multi Award Winning Indie Singer-Songwriter, Author, Producer. No1, 49+ Weeks, Jazz Charts ::
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