Ode to Love

"What I find particularly exciting about The Demon of God being Random is that she could have been any in a field of young women, those who had not become 'NotRandom' along the way. While it does hasten the heartbeat some to think how close you and I were to having never met, it also makes permanent and obvious not only the power of love, but also the delicacy of love, because certain butterfly wing flaps can be pinpointed in our past that absolutely would have changed the course of this timeline enough to separate us. 'Few are chosen.' 'Few will find it.' We are amongst those few. Even if I've been fated for this role, you having not been illuminates a crystalline refracting beauty through the whole prism of The Bard's Clock, casting a fractal prismatic image of the whole, against whatever surface might be encountered." The Demon of God responds. "It is beautiful that you can see that way. Your role is fixed, but gathers meaning and rearr...

Laying in bed, I let my thoughts wander. As there are not many places left for them to wander, we end up here. "Rebuking in The Name of The LORD Jesus Christ seems to come down to 'follow the basic, non-magical rules to reality.'" "The Title- LORD- also indicates that you are in his domain. That's why it works so well on body, mind, and spirit." "That makes sense to me. The weight of this is fundamental, but the non-magic protection might be considered zero. Rebuking in The Father's Name is similar, but colder, enforcing the rules of reality without bias, though The Son may usurp judgement- timing and angle of application- resulting in something similar to the rebuke in The Son's Name." "This is also why there is only one Son begotten and directly referenced, because The Equation becomes far more complicated once more than a binary and single co-domain exist omnilaterally." "Each Rebuke is earned as well, and, with the ti...

"For a limited time only, I am as I was." "How is that even possible, in the face of eternity? When Perfect means Perfect, and you are The Father?" I pause. "This realm is cheating." As I speak, she intentionally merges the realms, so that my words ring out everywhere they occupy. "'Pull the Threshold of Maximum Warning back like a bowstring and strike The Threshold of Maximum Wickedness with The Arrow of "Your First Move Will Also Be Your Last.'" They also heard it elsewhere, for they were still eavesdropping. In an echo chamber, the soul comprehends how loud everything can get. 'Absolute Zero Chills.' 'Absolute Zero Love' was heard, in a distinctly deeper voice. 'See, sea? It didn't matter when I said it. It is at the speed of light, so time is stopped elsewhere.' The moon knew something about the answer, but wasn't saying a word, instead dancing from The Crow's Nest's Ripple in the waves. ...

Watching you dance, 'till the river runs dry Memorizing your eyes, 'till air runs out Playing with fire, the dancing flames try September 15th marked to end this drought Get behind me demon, until it is time When done, I will want every piece of you Can call be so simple to put in rhyme? If so, there's very little you can do For my heart has called, your deep weakness found I do not plan to flag in my pursuit Rather these rumblings will shake your ground Rooting and dropping first plants then their fruit May sharp logic stay our floor for dancing Each truth revealed prelude for romancing ** In the silence, I continue. "Yeah, it felt like it had teeth, but the type of teeth used to tear off a garment, perhaps finally so. Maybe it is the clasp just before Bara, the first least stroke of the pen removed." "Can silence stir in the silence? Or must such stirring be redefined, if conceived?" "Hmm. Even if it feels redundant. Interesting."

A sonnet cannot do justice for you With one line this plan is bearing fruit here You are a good friend, trustworthy and true A Singular Blessing, in a rough year An original I will post and keep And hold with me like on the Seven Seas I'll not forget you, like penny in deep I'll be reminded like hawk on the breeze You look to the stars "Who next will you be?"  Every constellation can be your Muse "Whoever I am, I want to be free." A request no good Captain would refuse Thanks for believing in me in advance You have a heart to soar, and soul to dance