Soul-Struck !

Soul-Struck enough to know, the seek has already been found, without the need for the dig or dig-in's best, at so called rest.

Soul-Struck and where is thy Holiday's mark of you? Beyond, all invention of the even once! Soul-Struck yes, "May come to be, at last, at last ,"my soul-struck-soul", wanting prophetic best of days, reaped and then again, as sure as time strike's time divine, beyond mine own hands!

Soul-Struck in love's not even best of days. It's me who's in the way! Still grace more than affords me the strike, and of once is enough to go out of the park, and into "Heavenly Earthly Gates", talent-wise, or of dream states.

Bait have I none, but only prayer, "No Stink Is There" !

May I come to borrow some of your prayer words you offered yesterday, to finish my "News" story? They really love it when you not only come to gather yourself in, but someone else, with a answered prayer story of truth offered best.

Life oh but more than a song, but a answered prayer as well! You shouldn't tell them you "know"? "Know" but why, I ask thee? No-no-no, know this, to tell goes beyond words at best.

Their tongues they've came to worship, and more of the swear is there. You reap what you sow. Walls are built unseen unto them, and my actions will come only to speak, to those who have ears. To avoid the void of the sware, and come into that which of love's spirit best, can't return as void, "avoid it or not, least them of the so called unfriendly many".

Come to, come to, awake and hark en best! Soul-Struck of you or not! Come to be, who you are, in love, or come to be who knows what, least I think of you for the best. What help can I but offer, beyond my own hands, if you choose only your soul-to-strike you best alone, as if you made your own soul, least time itself.

To remake the soul, may lead you to be best, to start with fan-hood, like unto the wind, but not so simple best. The spinner on top of your child's hat, fits the real made soul best left alone.

Please leave the soul "As Is", and charge me but a price of kind words to offer thee instead.

You got those words, "As-Is", and now your going to have to live with them, "Judge Joe Brown", say's.

Soul-Struck beyond luck of the buck or slide of the hand! Soul-Struck, "Beyond, hey you the man!". Soul-Struck of baby's-best cry, though not of flesh but of me yet still inside, at times walking in baby-steps of soul, and crying out for more than, "Hey God, do you have milk?"

To drink beyond my own hands, Soul-striking-best-of cheerful-days, and then to lay with no spinner on top of head's best of way back when, knowing how better to understand how regret must feel, even while back then, on both-sides of the milk, and then some.

Got milk, then got poultry's best, and they go well most any-way but not as shake. Thy hat of spinners best of days, may come to go beyond thy shake of hand, or who's the man, once again, and again.

It's how you take it best, it's the Soul-Struck life or not! It's the hat with or without spinner's best. It's the proper balance of separations best offerings for the take of choices best, beyond the steal, and this to can go beyond the milk, better yet still oh your soul!