by Louis Phillip Archambault

Created on: July 21, 2009   Last Updated: July 30, 2009

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A MENTORS POEM TO THE BIRTH OF HIS MUSE ~

To insight's inspiration:

~ My dear angel, fair exquisite child, charming lady, my muse...

Oh! Dear child; Our passion follies drawn us to the flames of hell's fire that burn our angel wings of supple grace...

Now, dear princess, without such angel wings we are vulnerable to life's passion drama of this world allusion; we are witness to our fall from grace, each and every day, now as we suffer all the pangs of hate that bring us all down from the heavenly gate of pleasure's fate...

My dear princess, angel child, you wander amongst our living dead, you search for the opening out of our prison hell that has stolen your perfect wings; don't let your heart's soul be captive here any longer in this fabricated hell, don't let it be... Learn to fly again...

Oh! Dear woman child, my queen, far from this world of passion's follies. I pray you are never more to be driven down the narrow streets of allusion's fantasies in life's prison towns that burn with the stench from broken hearts and souls who seek less than to be...

My dear angel, my innocent immortal child, I pray you chose one to love that raises your heart above the flames of this hell that takes our souls. I wish to will you Phoenix's invincible wings so you might fly beyond the drama of life's passions which hold the world so down below the gates of heaven's happiness...

Best of wishes Dear Lady, on this day - your day... May the stars begin to shine brightly in your favor, to break the spell of life's allusion, so you may run your course on the most pleasant path the gauntlet of life has to offer, on your way to the most-heavenly-place

Remember, dear child, lady so sweet - we make the worlds we wish, my dear queen, we enter by our diligent attention to our attractions' intention, so make no deals with the living dead that will hinder your passage to the place of your desire...

Dream on - dream on, oh dear sleepy child, let your tender princess heart choose your way; let your fears and your aggressive self fade away as you evolve your selfless soul that will lead you to the most heavenly place where you are love and love is yours with perfect grace

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