Song/Poem: So It Was Here !

So it was here, that he gave up his life, for more than that there home, of "yellow and white".

Still alive, one better now, so they say, and most of their homes are still standing today, cause of people like him, people like him !

So it was here, that love lived beyond the grave, even before he up and died, up and, "man alive", died.

Dead not all the way, for love lives on, love lives on ! So it was there, and yet farther still, to a better home, place and time divine.

So here, there, and into forever yet more still, "Where the yellow becomes as gold like glass, and the white, as pearl's best".

Then again, the other eye even comes back, more than ten fold. Yes, one eye was dead and gone, but not long-gone ! Better days like each one of a thousand best of memories here.

Time lives stronger out of these shell's best, and so it was here, but never to be again there. For where is there ? There is where peace isn't still, and quite hasn't gone mad. There can wait for you, no matter where you already are said to be of are. You are there and all over the place at times in love, beyond the times, even so called best of day's or not, better yet still !

There is where no sleep is required, and noise is no more gone bad. There is more than where the heart is, but the soul is best. There is where one rest's in peace while still getting things done !

There is where real talent is in everyone, for the best of everyone, everyday, every which way !

Place me, beyond the yellow and white home alone, to see best in the darkness, beyond my dreams, and my only human eyes so called best.

Guide glide me, first or last best, into the newness of life like a song, that leads unto another best. Best at last, to see first, beyond the calls of men alone. The birds bring the words to your song beyond your heart alone, once so called best.

Love so it was here, looking back into forever yet still, as real is still past, present, and future even now, blended as one at once in love's omnipotent power over time itself, but not to the point it ever is enslaved like unto a man.

So it was here, as the future already is there, and here and there go-together best never alone, should love there-be in of each at all.

Not enough blending in love's best, beyond thy food of flesh. To live love out beyond marriage, and still be able to grow in love best, even after that one has past, or that one of eye, so called married to the other best.

Even so, more-so again and again, it was here, and is to be as full grown, but like unto a seed again latter, where weeds are no more, in forever's best all time wonders, beyond all earthly miracles so called best.

For very few of earthly fleshly body now, but of spirit beyond blood's so called once best, many-many more, that have accepted to rid themselves of the old-man like never before, and were known best in the future even of now, in the womb even then.

Thy womb yes, a good-friend, as love was innocent and free beyond temptations future of more than even grave ways, as the womb was no-tomb of doom and gloom, and was God, and was with God too, as was, "Mother Mary's" best of day's womb, beyond abortion's so called best.

What we've been given, doesn't always come from God. The hands of man, bring out love from the womb, or they deliver their own hate, and evils, and leave love so called behind. Love is behind, ahead, and needs no gears of men to go beyond pretend, and tend to things best, even beyond the wombs worst or best of days.

We see tend, as of now, and to already be, as God's ever best, is already to be tended beyond all of our so called good intentions.

Life comes from blood and forever better yet still. Life leads unto life best with love. Life without love, doesn't live best. Love without this life, womb or before, still lives best beyond the ways of all men. Love share's when no-one forces it, and yet still share's when armies come against it, so called best.

Love goes beyond merely wining, and is perfect even in so called second or last place, when it's shared to understand this best, love-love's it's power to be humble in us, and not just of itself alone. Love can do it alone but not all, without us, as love made more than a pack with us, when it chose to more than take us in, and it won't forsake it's own, like some loan of ill repute. Love is in, "The Living Word". The word is God, and was with God, before these worlds began. The way, the truth, the life, and this make's the love with faith offered by the love of God himself as one with his son's best love given, on the cross.

Water is ice, and ice is water, but in different forms to best carry out the ways of love, child or not so called. Men are men unto men. Men are men but yet as children yet still at times unto God, but without no be-littlement, that would force you to bow in some un-loving way. No one will be forced to bow down to real love. People will bow because they love this love and know it to be perfect for real.

Love isn't a loan, and isn't money. Love isn't a new home or eye. Love is love, and is everything beyond anything's best of day's in its eternal graces. Love doesn't come all at once best for man. Man isn't love alone.

What will I ever do without you ? You don't want to come back and put her in her place, nor seem hellishly rude. You sit like a bird and just give a tweet, and love is still ever so sweet.

Sit still, and do nothing, that's worth something, or do nothing but nothing at all. Look like your doing nothing, and I won't be quick to judge you, for maybe your doing more than so called something, through the silent prayer or what have you best, in secret, like a good old bird at times.

To look at the bird and you best together in love, makes me understand better why I shouldn't judge. To know the blends go beyond the bends on and of the outside of knees best, or so called rituals, that birds don't care for at all, and yet the sparrow is still but caught when it falls.

The land may catch you in love, beyond our sight alone. The world like one gigantic eye-ball's best. We the people, like the pupil's best in the eye of the world's ball so called best right for a good change.

Live on, and so we must, "Oh so they say, but of ever which way, I should say not best." Wild-life needs no earthly medals, and does more in love than some of the so called finest of men, least some "Super-so called-Stars".

The complement is offered best imperfect in the eyes of both the givers and takers of grace.
The love goes without saying, and wild-life has many ways of speaking beyond men, at times best.

Are you caught up in the best of the so called "Wild-Life" ? Are you really lovingly, born to be of so called wild ? The Indian people or first Americans, used what wild-life offered and formed "T-Pees Best", and art like some will never offer on this earth again, should they not respect, "The First Americans", even above some so called, "Super of Stars".

The secrets of love go into the grave, and beyond the hands of some men. The secrets yes, do exist beyond "Aliens so called Best". The Pyramids, and many wonders are but above the earthly ground-work, and man digs himself into the ground looking for gold of some form or another much to often at times, in the worst of ways.

The plan should be best for all people to share in ahead of time. All walks of life blended together form the love that informs best and over-comes judgments of land, sea, soul, and air's breath or not. This see's more love to find. This see's beyond the need to hold of human flesh alone. This see's beyond disease. This see's hope, that see's love, that see's more faith and then again, forever and ever best.

Grow with the flow of words of faith beyond yourself in love. These words alone not said to be as perfect, but to offer grace better yet still perhaps as well in love. To understand not completely unto even thy own self, what is written, makes faith again better yet come to be later in grace's love best. This makes us human, and let's God be God best in love he enjoys to share alike best. Grace flies without feathers. Grace does miracles, and leaves us as naked but not enslaved. Grace shows us how to more than fly with, just so called looking good alone.

God can fly with grace in so many ways, and is flying in all the birds, and enjoying all the love offered back. God is living in the life he made. God loves doing it all at once right best. God flies, in thousands at once. God speaks in love, like no other. We share God's power in spirit, and his voice is as one, in all of us together as we all speak throughout the world so as to withstand just some of his power even now, and enjoy the love.

Grace moves in love like no-one else. Grace will fly-backwards for you. Grace will look humbly ugly so as to offer you self-esteem when you too feel this way, outside or in. Grace is always innocent in love and different becomes grace. Grace love's you inside-out. Grace is forever, and no one in Heaven, will be as perfect as God. God is Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, blended like no one else's love alone. God is all love ever out, in, and all over that he's given, and more that he has always had to begin with.

No man will ever alone be able to contain all of God's love to hog. God doesn't want his love for just one, and wishes no one to perish. God's son, didn't hog God's love, and evil tries to hog-more than swine old wine and dine God's love in, but it's never yielded over to temptations so called best by some, as we have. God is love, and love is God. Call God love, and God don't mind. Hello love, and who are you may I ask, won't be said, as it is among men. Your name is in, "The Lamb's Book Of Life, My Child".