This Gift… Continuously Strive to live this LIFE…

VICTORIOUS

LIMITLESS

The captured presence of this moment inhaled.

I realize I have prevailed.

When there was a split in the Vail!

This is more than Salvation from HELL.

We have a Promise sworn by the voice of The one which spoke, Let there BE!

In the Beginning speaking to ME demanding too see the light embedded in-

What will Be has been made for me to overcome-

all sent to build me up beyond;

“IT”-

The circumstances of an uneducated decision,

A mistake-

Mistakes Happen…

The will to surrender has to be overrun with the WILL to thrive!

Take each lesson to epuip your heart with an established confession-

“My LIFE speaks Truth.”

Life gifted by the promise written sealed by the Blood of the innocent…

ONCE FOR ALL!!!

How can WE fall into failure when Success is only a decision away from all the guilt found in the Short comings of…

Me…

Today I awake to the realization of my

TOTAL VICTORY…

Shaped by the Flames of Day…

Molded in Ambitions Flames…

LIMITLESS

The wind presses against the flint. A hardened stone, an invaded posture. It rips through with a cold-hearted arsenal of Truth. Self and its assigned Ego defenders take Flight.

Submission is required to assure victory in this battle for belief.

Resting in the arms of the one that Fights for me in this whirlwind of purifying Flames.

The Wind fiercely bombards the inner gates shaking the foundation to this Soul-

Earthquakes-

The Earth in me shakes in delightful fear.

The Liquid Essence of Soul Vibrates with the frequency of the blessed…

The Wind is the Test.

Testing the fortitude of the Soul anchored to the Spirit free to engage in the reconstruction of this contrived heart…

The Shaking, the purging Flames of Life purify this new Life perspective point of View, viewing the reflections found in everyday situations reflect the inner vision broadcasted in repeated consciousness.

This Awesomeness paints with the passions found in the detail of Self…

Learning to acknowledge Every good that arises from the pressurized flames found in each Moment, found in each Day.

A chance to grow, a chance to better Self…

A chance to Live,

Carpe Deim!

“Time is of THE Essence…”

Just a Thought…🤔

Words worth the effort to live by…

“Do not wallow in your failures!’ ‘Learn from your mistakes and move ON.’ ‘Fore this is the Privilege of being a Man…”- Unknown

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So often the way OUT starts from With in… Yourself…

THE WAY OUT

LIMITLESS

Wells of overrunning Love wells up in Spirits rejoicing!

Entering the Sacred inner courts of Eternity…

This BURNING purges Me overtaking all Will submitted to the Authors pen strokes.

A Story to be told must have its trials, failures, tragedies, and SUCCESS;

Ending with the heroic figure overcoming all obstacles providing the way of Escape!

Too all bound in their own cells;

Awaiting the realizing of the rising reality…

That after all this time,

“The Hero is Me…”

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

LIFE is Beautiful, even to the smallest Detail….

DREAM STAR

LIMITLESS

Dream Star, Dream…

May everlasting flashes of Brilliance light your sky!

May the warmth of the Sun wrap you tight;

When Night sweeps in, with its Dark intent’s, riding upon Nightmares…,

“DREAM RAIDERS”

DREAM STAR..,

DREAM…

Beyond hopelessness…

See your Hope’s, & Dream’s break from their Wishful capsule to..,

“Bloom!”

With Fearless Color, and unique shade’s…

Dream Star,

Dream, and remember every detail when you awake.

For it may be those little details that make Your picture,

GREAT…”

Only the Memories, and the moments that shaped them.., Truly hold the value of this gift called Life…

A Fathers Silent Tear Drop

LIMITLESS

With Ms Hill in the background with Passion I write with a frown when I look down seeing

my young seeds grow in a World I hardly recognize anymore. A World without loved ones

and friends held in thought and memory clinging to the lessons they gave me, their love

saved me from thoughts wrapped in stone trying to drown me in a river flowing violent,

running with violence in tow trying to drag its victims low, but I sowed good seed with

deep roots so no matter how the current rages I keep these seeds and their hopes anchored

to pages where my spirit dwells in-between lines bordering hidden tears… “God Bless the

Fathers that fight with me to up lift this next generation past tragedy, and wipe away

these tears no Man can see…, as they depart from me… “