Many Flavors, of the Voices of Love!

How humble do you have to be, before they can bring on some newness of death? My food is dead, but not of spirit !

My positive cooked on one side only, isn't humble. My positive is humble beyond myself and me all over it! Your all over you, with your positive for both me, and you. Let go if you please!

Changes are sure to come, and the dish must be finished and then finished again, and maybe again, before it's made right best, it was said.

The flash of death, makes the fire of light and then the food lives beyond that which was. More than just sugar and spice and everything nice.

Love comes to eat death as well! Deader than dead, has come to be given new dead life, with our sweet neat or not additions. If it has come to the plate with eyes, Oh so much a-live, and fresh had no eyes from before, and you'd take nothing less. You've now gone over to dead food as well, with the once so called fresh a-lone. Your dead positive, you made the right move!

You killed it dead, to give it more life! To kill, can heal as well! To eat some of the best of the deader than dead food, has came to be that more than little something extra, some may have needed. Some poison has no skull label for your best interest. Only love knows of the death and worse, you've came to eat even beyond the paid off plate or not!

You souped-up the soup, even after hard times came, so as to change the look of love, and of death. They never came to know that they had beyond chicken of broth for the keep you well, and get well. Why come to watch, "Fear Of Factor" if you always can tell by sight or word what it is. Eat beyond sight and words, for the beyond out of sight flavor of death favor, with life.

The blender of so called health or diet nature was made for more than just cold as ice smoothies ! Torture the food, and make it come to scream with flavor best! Low cooks best or high, and medium comes for those without experience best at times! Hell it into Heaven !

The dance of the cook, goes beyond the flip of the hand or pan best! What do you want to order, isn't good enough! He just up and brings it, and you love it by never knowing for sure what you came to eat! The "No Menu Best Eat-Out", and your more than loving it!

Picture this, isn't good enough for you! You want to cook beyond how love came to make it look to begin with, and real love don't mind ! When you can come to make love come to walk in and eat, "That's a miracle"! Love is said not to have need to eat, as it's spirit enjoys all the tastes of us all at once with each step in of mouth it takes, or soul that holds more than 31 flavors, that's for sure!

Love can bow or bow out or bow-wow and as King, "You won't even know it" ! Love can come and cook like no other! You don't know what you came to eat, but it sure stays with you right after as well. They came to stick you with more than the bill, and it eats beyond the voice of "Vince Gill" even!

The voice of love isn't good enough! The voices of love, are best unto love's glory! The old lady said right! The old man said right! I heard the volunteers voice within loves spirit of my soul as well! Love speaks out like no one alone best! Love comes to splash, grind, and throw it's hands up with you in joy or tears of what may have been beyond first prize. Yes, "The voices of love, show you how you could have out-done yourself after the world says, your the greatest"!

Your well-off may come to be better as well dead of body, as some food is better dead than consumed a-live. Don't kill yourself trying to find the best right time! Your right time, "You may never see as a-live best in this now of yours and not alone". You need now all over again and then some, from the more than voices of love's spirit best! Now is a-live even dead, and the look of dead, "Doesn't look the same in the fullness of love".

We see dead limited with out-side so called life alone mainly. Life is all around so called dead and even dead life comes to live from the food we eat of body. We help dead food in love live. Dead with life from us alone even comes to help us move. How much more can love in it's fullness, come to move dead ?

Combine life with death, so as to make it live! Love is life, and life is love! Death is a-live with love in ways left even here for us to explore and go beyond cooking with alone. Death sure can taste good with the right love! Alive sure can be best to taste death, and the soul eats either way. Does your soul, eat either way? Life unto life and some of the life perhaps not even as a-live as it can be, or not yet made yet best, if at all, beyond aliens.

Death made not best, may hold even more true in mans eyes alone, at times. How can I come to make death best from the food I make and even unto my own thoughts? To kill me with laughter! To kill me, in a world of ways, it was said! Have you came to kill to bring death's blending in love, to bring it life beyond just the moving of man and then some? The stepping on the wet mud, and then the hot day comes to form the art of death, that brings life as well. Look down into the mud, and come to draw with life and laughter beyond the clouds or with them as well.

The stars all seem to look the same! To draw or come to read them, seems like a waste of time, as so much more is so much more artful and closer different and ever changing! I will come to maybe bow after-all unto the wet mud or not! I won't forget love above it all best! I see humble beyond human and so called dead is so artfully a-live, and can be more-so with messages of love, beyond the stars. When you can offer equal to all people of talent, "Then your quality of life even with so called death all around you, can improve." Death can improve life, and death brings talent as well and pleasure beyond evil of soul.

Mom, "I have this drawing I drew, from the hole I came to dig, so as to form the down under hill, and see what the seeds do before they come to sprout." I know it looks like a mountain of a hill, as I turned the paper of drawing the other way. Turn it which ever way, you come to will, and the thrill won't come to leave you. The mountains have come a-live in my holes, and I see love's art, beyond even my favorite toys of paper cost.

Well, "I may just have to break the so called rules in love, and come to draw the broken down cross beyond the old of so called heap". Antique lives beyond the dollar best! To finish it, and it's never done in your creative eye, never ever and forever and you don't care, made right ! There's more than meets the eye, and what can it be, but soul best in love. To each his own, but not alone. The hill is in the hole backwards best as death seems to come in the art of loves soul, that sometimes only the child has the faith best to understand to see beyond the so called best of minds alone.

Go to be with the children, if death seems to hard to bare, and hear them speak or just see them do, what the best of even schools can't come to, at times. Love speaks even beyond the best of education and for free, and free indeed ! Respect love and education of equality with love. Education isn't worth much at all, if equality isn't brought forth from it's doors.