I'm a retired Gas Co. repair technician, father and grand father. A 'jack of all trades,' 'hands on' type.
+ more bio informationBUTTERFLIES AND BOUQUETS Eyes on the boy in the meadow Lovingly tracing his shadowthrough the lamplight of her soul Chasing butterflies and bouquets of love She believed in ways of morning Whispering verses of some rhyme Todays are her tomorrows Raising Violets and gardens of hope He jumps across the Marigolds Conniving laugh... More..
Jesus at Gethsemane Father, would you hide mein the thistle and thornin the hole of the wormin stalks of the cornTake away this cupfor which I was bornNevertheless, not by my will, but thy will be done The creepers are creepingand the searchers are boldThe traitor is tradingand wanting of gold,to make me the fodderof shee... More..
Of all the great fallacies in the world of religion, the two greatest fallacies are: there is a place of eternal, physical and/or mental pain, or extinction, and that we have a free will; that our power to choose determines whether we will end up in Heaven or Hell.. These two fallacies feed on each other; if you have one you ... More..
God can't do anything He wants to, but God does everything. God is "I AM," the self existent one, the "Alpha and Omega," the beginning and end of all things. "For the invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal Godhead."(Rom 1:20) "By ... More..
Holy Traveler I come to fare from west of the windI ride on high like a ship upon the seacast on the foam of inequityordained in waves of alacrity I reveal the One who upholds the starsby my Father's son whose brightness rends the darkcast in the form of inequityordained in waves of alacrity My hook is sure and my bait is set... More..
True is a time; where elation lies and isn't counted and isn't cagedand isn't wrinkledBy laughter it's gaugedTrue is a place; where glory is foundand isn't bruised and isn't rationedand isn't confused by false foundationTrue is a love; that is ever moreand isn't taught and isn't garagedand isn't witheredby constant barrage Tr... More..
THE STROLL(First meeting of In Tune) Through a soft foghidden deepwithin it's solitudeWe strollNo word spokenwith a soundThe music of our mindIn tuneNo need for answersif there's no questionsIn living, in love, in touchContentHead to shoulderwe move throughThe rhythm of the mistAs oneCaught in a rhymeWith each beatand echo of... More..
AMBIANCE The quiet of a candle,and the whisper of its flamereflecting against the wallin rhythmic patterns,Searches for an audience For no light shines throughbottomless hunger'sice creamed sticky kissesimpeccably matchedindelibly bound No flame competes throughrapacious friction'sravenous lip moldingsinferably fierceimpla... More..
Hand in hand through the morning fogWrapped by it's cocoon, fed by each others warmthWe stroll down a lane of Saffron and Lilytaking in the fragrance, awaiting rebirthJoined by the comfort of each others heartbeatDiscarding the demons of worry and woeCharmed by this seamstress that joined us togetherand in our wonder at the d... More..
COMESing to meO' winsome girlin that harmonious tunethat has mystified and captured others like meBeam to meO' wistful childyour faithful thoughts and desiresclinging to the gleam around your golden bodySend to meO' silent beautythe secrets of your warm heartto illuminate the answers that may bind us(but mind 'ere loseyour lo... More..
Allyn Smith
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