Certain Days Stay For Life !

Certain days, better-off closed curtain days. You come in love to make your mark. They are there for you, more than you think. Some come like candy, and the truth gets all chewed up, without soul.

One is candy, and one is more than, "Jim Dandy". Your mark may come to be, in truth without love. How can there be any truth without love ? With love, there's ever so much more than just truth should one more than jump to even say ?

Hate may smash the candy and then some. You'll come to enjoy it anyway with your brothers mark, and smash of the clap of the hands, on your favorite one perhaps. Hate comes with truth to love !

Certain days are made for more than just that certain mark or smile. The candy goes down easier to chew, with the win more than, in your shoes, with your chews, and a-shews, God Bless you or not, and then some.

Religion may drive you to your knees on the ease. The jump type dive for the win, needs only love, and that's enough, religion or not and then some. Why did you do such a thing ? Olympic Games, must take you too, more than your own thing, as before, even if you got the "Gold" that before time. The once upon a time needs more, and so do you.

Thunder has more than lightening alone. It roars, like a Lion in the free skies of love beyond blood. It shouts with all the echoes that more than time will allow. Man steps into play, more than games, when more than only "Gold" alone is at stake. Man must be man, truth must be truth, and love must be love, to make a way where there is no way.

It will just come to you, beyond the coaching. One sings and slows down but yet still breaks more than his own record. Certain days, are made to win with you and him and what-ever gone good. Purpose makes room for love, in truth for the final best taste not to be, but many finals for all eternity. One must save some of his own best tastes, for the best yet to come.

To win and win again, comes not to gulp all the candy down at once, without even a good short-story to live to tell. The leap, the old heap, and you in it, with the live of the give. It's really been around and so have you, more than once around the track. It was said, "Life wasn't made for saving but for living". Old heap or old you, "You must be used, for more than you even are, or the coach thought he was".

I've seen it all now, is best left in wait, for it's right time to live with you, and you, and you. I've seen it all now, may only come once, but it's for real, "Really for real, at last". Your truth has the love it needs to live on, and on and on. Love is the energy that makes truth live off the floor, even while on the floor or dirt after the leap of the jump. Knee better than me, to eat the dirt. None of you there, and I couldn't even think about hitting the air.

Your love comes to make me go up for the best fall follow through with you. I fall into love for real. Love is all around me. I follow through with it, and I'm never through with it. Love never to say, "I just did it only my way, and that's it, and it's over and done". I'm not through getting hurt to win for you. I won't be alarmed, as if I'm running away from the crowd, but rather running with vision beyond dreams into love, and not just finish line.

Certain days, come before us, so as to take us farther than we have ever been before. Truth comes with more than baggage. Truth comes with love, or it comes with just you. You are you but aren't used by love. Love is like baggage to you. Like candy not of the very best quality for your life alone.

Certain days, never walked away, of footprint of men. Certain days truth smiled on man, but left more left-overs than he could bare, of those certain days alone. Love saw where the needs would lay not to waste best for more than just us, or that one last final win even. They who have no fans, and yet can leap higher than us all at times. They are they, and love is still with the truth best.

The nail goes all the way up and through mine own foot, as I hunt down more than pet small fry frogs, that I swam with too, of full proof pool or not. To much love is there in my own backyard, though not of my own hand on deed. Deeds where love is, display the truth for play-times even beyond thy youth, and ever best still with heaven beyond sweet alone.

To this day, no mark was left behind, that over the finish line, more than finishing nail. Why is it that marks are left on the lesser wounds in life at times ? Yes, "Christ will leave his marks, that we gave him", at least there, it was said. Perfect leaves marks too ! Spot me certain days for not the immediate miracle, but the one left on more than slow burner, to cook up best with the love of truth that came before it.