25,000 words... lets go!... hahahahahah skeptical laugh.

So the argument from beauty seems mostly intuitive,  where, you see things of great wonderfulness, and in your heart, it seems to point to a creator.

Betwixt and between
the falling petals
of the apple blossom tree
our eyes meet.
Your smile is less sure
than mine,
more of an awkward, self aware
half quirk,
but you are still smiling at me,
in the midst of a romantic sunset.
my heart is fluttering, way too hard
for each increasing inch of smile
you reveal. - like droplets of dew
upon the grass.  I want to sit in
a lot more sunsets with you.
The end.



Poems are fun.
both their words, spaces
and pauses
. . .
speak louder than words
normally speak.
...
giving glimpses interlocking
that mock, and strut, and reveal
tantalizing bits ...
of life.


Some days I feel like a sorcerer-poet
and the words writhe, and twist
and then . . . buckle down under my command.
sometimes I feel like a rambling drunkard
grasping thorns in the hand, being bit, letting them
draw blood, uncaring,
Sometimes I feel like a stuttering child,
where the words fly out-  with wild geese like abandon
stumbling over themselves to get in the air and
abandon me, carefree of the merry mess they
make in my heart. Words,
I like them.
but do they like me?


it is really easy to sexualize
almost anything, really
often the more innocent it
seemed at first, the more
steamy it seems after
your brain twists.
Undoing that twist
is sacred process,
best done with
the help of the Spirit.
often I feel compelled
by divine
grace,
breathing in and out
of me; pleading for
mercy. Internal Integrity
is still an ongoing process
for me.


Poems that rhyme
are fine
they aren't like
mine.
Most of the time,
anyways.



League of legends
is ridiculously appealing
with the number of combinations
synergies, and subtle number
crunching brought to bear.
I wish I wasn't so bad at it,
says almost everyone ever. (Or
maybe that's just me says a secret
dark part of my heart sadly).


Praying for girls
is way harder and less satisfying
than looking at girls.
The part of me that likes
looking at myself in the mythical imaginary mirror.
prefers when the praying for girls wins.