Coffee Time

Blissfully her curves rummage through my thoughts

like some melody of waves as her voice.

But she burns.

Alive she burns, but nobody can dig her out.

That's too bad I guess, as safety can't be had by all.

Isn't God Love? How Lovely that even He won't Love all?

I'd say His demons might. Seriously.

Ravage? Sure. That's cool.

+++ (Coffee break) +++

I love everything about it. 

  Phospor ranges of sound.

  Glimmers of hope'll surround.

But God damn it's too grand!

  Who's the most hope of life?

  They'll be amongst my fight.

He created it all too grand for one man.

To begin years too late beyond what'll stimulate.

His lovely Spirit drives me on, like it was ever there - not that it needs to be.

As His truth'll inspire those to call his Love.

All of this noise is drowning my brain! 

[although I should be thinking with my heart]

I made all of the noise. So much of it in fact that I can't sort through it.

Like some melody of waves. Her voice. 

Blissfully she rummages through my thoughts.

Over-awed by a Holy demon let's back it off.

Take one or two at a time in a Black colloidal brew. Yeah. Coffee time.