FIVE (A Special Series of Thirteen) –

This picture was taking in Nazca while backpacking through Peru in the summer of 2009.

FIVE (A Special Series of Thirteen) –

Not to say you are the one,

Not to say I am right in what I say,

I do not admit my own faults in the words that I write.

I continue to ponder God’s wonders in His amazing journey predestined dreams.

I write with the gifts of expressions through the magic number of thirteen.

I am made in His Creation in mother’s womb to live the most extraordinary of moments.

He would settle for nothing less for me in the belief that we were made for so much more.

You could save my life from the boredom of life’s wretched routine

With an unforgettable night unlike any before with hearts touched in a memorable dance.

This is your love story of a song because no longer will any man do you wrong.

No secret stands that men have treated you drowning with disrespect a grave into the ground.

Dump the losers in the midst of having my arms with your waist wrapped around.

I am the man who steers in the image of a Knight Shining galloping across the sands of time.

The world cannot conceal the beauty of your ways in the public eyes’ image.

People criticize what in jealousy God has not equally blessed.

Continue to embrace thousands in the love of your arms in songs of joy.

Treat me as if I am a soldier returning just deployed.

I will, can, and refuse to quit on the possibilities of worshipping God with all my might.

Every time in dreams I wrap thoughts around your beautiful shadow

In wishes so enthralled in cognitive cliffs on heaven wings,

And with prayer desires expressed, inevitable a meeting between us will be.

I am blessed as the one and only who treats women right.

They will always remember my name. They will always remember Swift and Cartee. 

JLC iii, 4/2/12