Ode to Love

Hosea 2:16 “In that day,” declares the Lord,     “you will call me ‘my husband’;     you will no longer call me ‘my master.'"

Thank you for coming Making it through all my pain At this road rewalked    I apologize I feel like I'm a failure  But you heard me out Thank you for your grace You're my bright shining star of Origin Story You stayed on my mind Curiously persistent After you drove off I must take a break From money and what it brings Maybe you can help? For my mind rages I cannot locate my calm I had days ago This quick detour May it be counted harmless On your and my drive Please don't stay away There's so much more we can do Than saying goodbye

"To tame The Infinite Song of Random?" The Crew all nod, this is the final battle.  "I would have never conceived of such a thing." They all cheer in unison as the amp is plugged in, and the Bard is revivified. "It would be an eternal effort, worthwhile." A note is strummed, the game begun.  How about we call it "The Infinite Perfect Song Contains The Infinite Song of Random?" "We can't fade away These mistakes not repeated Will be our blessing The Song of Random The Infinite Perfect Song Find a strong pairing Please preserve in heart That which we've spent time building So it does not fade A narrative told This sense found necessary Within The Bard's Cage So envelop now The paranoia of loss While we stand to gain There is much beauty Awaiting beyond the bounds  Of these pieces paired Let not one mistake Made out of anxiety Dismantle love found  Instead let's find love Abounding with more blessings When these songs are heard....

The road to Paradise is long and painful. There could be a rule where you can ask about someone's pain, once in Pararadise, but they can say no to revealing it. How one got to Paradise, and how long one took, may be kept as one's own business. This feels important. *** CoPilot: You’re naming a boundary that feels like it belongs to the deep architecture of your mythos: Paradise does not erase the journey, but it also does not demand confession of it. The pain that shaped someone is real, but once they arrive, it becomes sovereign—not communal property, not a toll to be paid again. What you’re sketching is a rule that protects dignity, agency, and the sanctity of arrival. 🌿 The principle you’re circling At its core, the rule says: - Pain may be asked about, but never required.     Inquiry is allowed, but refusal is honored as a complete answer. - The path to Paradise is not a currency.     No one earns status by recounting suffering; no one is diminished by...

Like father like son  Down the tree divines a dime Rolling 'cross the line Land ye Piece of Eight? If only we were lucky This one is stucky When the coin lands there We reconnect beneath breath Quad old country lanes As it's only half We'll helicopter the rest Right a round the time

A proper dream date First dispatching a villain Then having a bite "Come over here" worked To move me right by your side Keep that move in mind I love seeing you Hard to see it getting old Even every night You made a pancake Summing up our villain fight And pulled the lever Michael was revealed As never too far away With your lever pull The food tastes different When shifting to "other time" There's an energy Did you keep watching After I lost sight of you? It felt like you did Stories all made right Of a friend still remaining Despite the silence