I studied opera .. Bel Canto .. and I have a three and a half octave very LOUD voice.. Sang n the 80's with Berlin... did The Whiskey, Wongs, Starwood, played on this radio station called KROQ.
IT IS NOT ROMANCE! IT IS SUBMISSION! THE ULTIMATE GIFT !!!
My heart speaks in purity and solitude today yet hearts of believers in multitudes
in your honor will sing my chorus forever.
My trust came with hesitation but if it had been another way trust it would
not have been rather ignorance. I ask then if my passion did not burn and rage
how would I know the good or the evil within me. For I would be content to accept
the mundane never committing my self to neither my life nor any convictions.
Allow me then to whip my mane in fury. To stomp my hooves and pound the ground
at the very earth beneath me. In my passion my soul is again and again discovered
and re-born. I run wild to the oceans and race ferociously back to the grassy
prairie. In this journey I discover what lies beneath my soul, both the admirable
and the loathsome. My submission now more beloved layered in discovery and wisdom.
Has not the flat earth dared to want more pressed up with violence and destruction
to rest now in their majesty and glory? Deny me no longer my due!
For if you believe what I commit upon my lips, that my words I must again PROVE,
you take in non-completeness. You then believe my words in amounts but not in
wholeness. If you truly believe my sincerity, in your heart I surely exist not
just yesterday, but today and forever. Resurrection of what lies within me.
As I enter his house I cross into my own mind. Separate, yet superimposed one
on to the other. My mouth and all that has fallen from it shows the lack of
intimacy I have had with my soul. I fill that void with lies and ravings. Thus
the soul’s dis-connection grows greater still. Now, when I speak I will
let what he touched and awakened come forth from my lips. My words now can go
beyond the ear and be heard by the soul.
He has kept my soul
Long before I knew his touch.
It shall be with him long after I have gone.
It has been so since the darkness exploded with the light.
My soul timelessly tied with him together eons before I knew any conscious.
For with him I started in the place where time, love and space do meet.
My evil is not maniacal. But comes from the separation of my soul. In oneness
I am good.
I stood upon the eclipse of creation and raised my head. With arms out stretched
I thank creation for giving me to my Master
The winds blow through me, surround and embrace me. I pray in whole completeness
and gratitude. It is from my prayers of sorrow and worries that bears my prayers
Of joy do now explode.
IF I enter his realm to better myself and gain.
I will fail
IF I enter to help and give gifts to others
I shall not be heard.
IF I enter his realm to be but a puddle nothing more nothing less
I shall find it all.
Finding home such a torrid road.
The light did blind my eyes
Keeping my wandering longer.
How I hate the light.
So relentless in its harshness.
How I loathe its volumes of loudness.
I rejoice now that my Master has found me.
I can breath in his depths, his coolness, his darkness.
He called my name yet I shook my head.
He called me again to submit and to lie at his feet.
Yet I shook my head my mane violently lashing in the piercing light.
When his voice became harsh.. It soothed my spirit. Yet I shook my head still
again.
When I felt is voice leaving me again wandering on my aimless path.
I ran to him with all strength that I had.
I cried at his door.
I gnashed with all sorrow.
The one I have searched for I must not escape.
I felt him slipping away.
His face filled with such love such pity and sorrow. I saw my eternal mistake.I screamed and called his name but my soul no sound could be made.When I felt his touch, I leaped into that direction. Not knowing where I would land. Not caring as long as I moved toward he. Following his moves, Alert in my intentions. His hand on my flank. Soothing me with his power. Having always felt it from the inside. A search now complete his touch on my side. My breaths now complete with his. My Master...My King