- May 28, 2004
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Put that ring on my finger?
The sweetest honey to the darkest flower.
The largest planet to the smallest atom.
I know for sure that God is real.
He had to be,
because I’m standing in the same
atmosphere with you and
all of this is not by chance.
You speak and my soul lies prostrate before
you.
When you look my way and whisper into
my essence,
you fill me with sunrises and sets;
you thrive within my moments of existence;
I know for sure that God is real.
Special parings of our soul
parallel twin rhymes and you slowly
embody my rhythm.
Under your practiced hand, I become your instrument.
Is it alright if I’m interested in Me asphyxiating in You?
Answer me in your own way; no words needed, just a
prolonged glance and I swelter with fever.
I know for sure that God is real.
Time bows and the past cries tears of passion
and restrained ebullience.
......Be
.........still
....my
.........heart;
please don't put my business on front street!
I'd rather wrap it up in a brown paper bag special
and bury it beneath fantasy.
I embrace my starship and slowly float through
your constellation.
Ice cold love and heated truth.
I know for sure that God is real.
I'm standing here inhaling your sweet
drafts and your trade winds pick me up.
So what’s the big deal?
I'm in love...I'm diggin you, simply stated, deeply meant!
Now I truly know for sure that God is real!!
Copyright 2004
PropheticNsyght
"Poeta nascitur, non fit"
"The Poet is born, not made"
"Kasually Bohemian" Publishing
The sweetest honey to the darkest flower.
The largest planet to the smallest atom.
I know for sure that God is real.
He had to be,
because I’m standing in the same
atmosphere with you and
all of this is not by chance.
You speak and my soul lies prostrate before
you.
When you look my way and whisper into
my essence,
you fill me with sunrises and sets;
you thrive within my moments of existence;
I know for sure that God is real.
Special parings of our soul
parallel twin rhymes and you slowly
embody my rhythm.
Under your practiced hand, I become your instrument.
Is it alright if I’m interested in Me asphyxiating in You?
Answer me in your own way; no words needed, just a
prolonged glance and I swelter with fever.
I know for sure that God is real.
Time bows and the past cries tears of passion
and restrained ebullience.
......Be
.........still
....my
.........heart;
please don't put my business on front street!
I'd rather wrap it up in a brown paper bag special
and bury it beneath fantasy.
I embrace my starship and slowly float through
your constellation.
Ice cold love and heated truth.
I know for sure that God is real.
I'm standing here inhaling your sweet
drafts and your trade winds pick me up.
So what’s the big deal?
I'm in love...I'm diggin you, simply stated, deeply meant!
Now I truly know for sure that God is real!!
Copyright 2004
PropheticNsyght
"Poeta nascitur, non fit"
"The Poet is born, not made"
"Kasually Bohemian" Publishing