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Every touch leaves a mark. ... There are relatives. There are strangers
There are those who indirectly walk with you through life, not really influencing it, but being present for some reason.
There are those who come close to you and change the course of events in your history.
There are those who come and go. Some will leave a trace in the diary of your soul in a moment, others, having been present for years by your side, will not touch the strings of your heart.
It is impossible to predict who will stay with you.
Sometimes loved ones let go of your hand at the edge of the abyss, and completely strangers, suddenly give it to save you.
You can walk along the same road, but look in different directions.
You can go along different roads, but suddenly converge at the crossroads of destinies.
And no one knows what will happen in a minute, a month, a year.
But, bursting into someone else's life, or even barely touching it, leave in it what will become another beacon in the darkest night for him.
Remaining in the soul, this barely perceptible light can kindle a fire after a while, at the most necessary moment for this, when, it would seem, there is no longer any salvation.
Be kinder, more merciful, sincere. This is not a weakness or a vice.
It is a force that has no value.
Speak important words to your dear people on time, because they have the greatest value exactly when they are expected.
Everything that is so important to the heart has its own expiration date.
Everything has its time: the word - its own, the deed - its own.
Speak important words also to strangers for you, perhaps through you their guardian angel speaks to them.
We are all wanderers in this life, partially or closely intertwined with each other and, contrary to the opinion that a person has always been, is and remains alone, I will say:
You have never been alone, even if you are so sure of it.
Each touch to your soul, like yours to someone else's, leaves a mark in the book of fate and changes the course of events.
Be careful, touch gently...

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
[ VIII ]
*** In faith, through deeds ***



“In
Faith
Be seen
Thy
Path
You’ve
Saith
Is
Lore; –

*** Root ***

By
Deeds
Be known
Thy
Truth
You’ve
Set
In
Stone; –

*** Root ***

Be
Free
- For deep
This
Soul
I’ve
Sown
To
Reap – ”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

Don't waste my time because my email is mine it's not yours to take away and hack my life away...

Don't ask me for money honey because I work like the bee's...

My hive you cannot touch it's protected by God too much....

Scammers you'll never see the light because you turned to darkness and fright.....

My mind is clear and I see through you like glass all you scammers can kiss my white A$$..


p.s THIS is directed to scammers only and not the true people on here stay safe and be blessed always true people.....

Voices chattering in my garden
The soil and lawn have hardened

Flower petals had dropped down
Leaves have swirled all around

Veggie patch empty and bare
Caterpillars and grubs, nowhere

Anticipation is in the air
For what? I stand and stare

A peace reigns for this time
Waiting for white frosts to be kind

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Exposing the world
to your vile Pricks
Ejaculating luciferian serums
Corrupting our DNA.

Raping our throats
and nostrils
Searing
our consciousness

We know
what you want Satan
to defile the holy temple
of the holy body

So it shall be
in the last days
as in the days
of Noah

You desire
to be like God
but you will never
be God

God knows our very thoughts,
You are a counterfeit
You are a fraud
who lies steals and destroys

You come
to deceive
the world
with poison

You desire to control
through Luciferace tracking,
graphene Oxide,
parasites and disease

You are a parasite
and disease
to all humanity
and to all of Heaven

You are eternally
exiled from heaven
with all your
demon minions

In your hatred rath
plan destroying
anything made
in God's image

Yahweh is still on the throne
Christ has paid the ransom
and holds the keys
to Hades and hell

Your final
Destination
Because as you know
The Lamb wins!!! ©


07/12/21

Upon wings of a little feathered Ren
A song I hope you hear I send
As my journey nears its end

As I wander many paths the forest here
I hear young maidens sing rivers of their tears
So sweet so sad the voices that drift upon my ears

Still that song the little Ren sings
The song set upon his wings
To find the one that dreams

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
[ XXV ]
*** This branch ***



“This tree
Has found
My song; –
Though hid,
Thy nest,
In each
Old branch; -
Bud folds
New leaves; –

*** Root ***

It looks
So stiff, –
As if
My sight
Has lost
- In thoughts;
But light
Keeps tight
Calm rays; –

*** Root ***

My eyes,
- Brown sparks
Of life,
Search deep:
Who lives,
Or dies?!
- This tree,
My branch,
Old leaves – ”





©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part III: Poetic Pillars – Monads: The Harp ***
[ XXVI ]
*** My eyes ***



“My eyes
Have seen
This world:
In dark,
In light,
With cold,
With warmth,
When shades,
When clear; –

*** Root ***

My eyes
Though knew:
A joy,
A tear,
In strength,
- Or weak,
In times
Of youth,
- Or old;

*** Root ***

My eyes,
- Thus close
A while;
To taste
A bit
Of Life,
- For death
Is near
My grave – ”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

See me here and tell no lies, of the feelings you have deep inside.
You look at me and all you see, is an object you want to own, how can this be, you say you love me but in your eyes I see, that all you really want is to control me, when I should eat and when I should sleep, this isn't love you feel for me, you just want to control and dominate me, I tell you no and please let me go free, yet you continue to emotional blackmail me, and threaten family if I ever leave, then you tell me your sorry and try to kiss me, once I felt loved that's turned to fear, and all the sweet nothings you whisper in my ear, have no effect cause I know your not sincere, for I now know what you truly are, someone that pretends about feelings and lies who they are, please let me go before it gets to far, be a man let me go or you just might live to regret what I know.

Wrath, wrath and wrath
Hate, hate and hate
War, war and war
Conspiracy galores everywhere

Killings, bombs, missiles,
Stabbings, shootings, homicides and suicides,
Displaced and dillusional

Strife and poverty,
Floods and famines,
Helpless and needy,
People in sorrow everywhere.

We ponder, on this messed up World
As we hear over and over, Attrocities.
But cannot fathom,
How the hate started.