That Beautiful Mistake....

These constant faults in life,
Change your identity.
Yesterday shouts,
What has been.
Today reminds,
What is.
Tomorrow whispers,
What could be.
How can one live by a set of rules?
Why not live for the truth.
Why not live by the faith,
That you have recieved.
Rules are there to break.
But belief is there to stand by.
Mistakes can be beautiful.
Untamed hearts beating wildly.
Embracing thoughts.
Sparkling eyes connected by stares.
This does not justify.
It is here to testify,
What a set of rules can do.
Sometimes there is beauty in mistakes.
Something to remind you of,
How erroneous we really are.
It's here to teach us,
To teach these unperfect people not to judge.
To witness to people to live by truth.
I just happened to make,
That beautiful mistake.
With you.

This Period of Existence....

Entangled in this period of existence.
Your face aglow with passionate respect.
These intertwined fingers locked together.
Sweat with affection for each other.
The overwhelming circumstances.
That brought us to this destination.
The atmosphere ceases to produce harmony.
Encircling us in this rapid sincerity.
How does one glimpse upon an untained appearence?
When the silhouette of your alter ego,
Is opposite yourself with the presence of God amidst.
Your eyes have taken me captive.
Enraptured by this beauty surrounding,
The life I live for him.
You stand on the other side praising the one and only.
He who is holy.
I am enriched with the sweet songs that you sing.
Approaching the moment when your hands cup my face,
In that oh-so- sweet embrace.
Those eyes whisper secret thoughts.
Those lips ajar with words trying to get out.
Beyond this still scene, the wind catches strands of my hair.
Pulling it across this face.
You pull them away and stare down at me a certian way,
Answering all the unquenchable questions I once made.
The sun sets and with it brings darkness that shadows,
the once illuminating day.
The radiant stars are just the beginning of the end.
And with it sends an unexplored grace.
Alluring me in with charm.
Both unarmed.
We experiment fear.
A simple caress.
Breathless.
End Scene.