Ambience of a Dove

2011-05-12T05:38:00.000-07:00

Hidden Feelings

My feelings for you are like tears of a clown,
You may never see them because there is paint over his frown,
A clown is a lonely person,
although never alone,
when the paint comes off,
he still has to go home.
I juggle my thoughts,
and weigh all my facts,
It gets really hard,
going through life as an act.
So I'll put on some paint,
and I'll make me a smile,
and my feelings for you,
you won't so for a while.

Micheal R. Levreault

2011-05-11T06:11:00.000-07:00

The Harvest

From the horizon as the sun rises,
To the sounthern rivers flow,
The wind blows,
The flowers bloom,
The grass glimmers in the sun's afternoon,
The sound from the flowing rivers confirming it is time,
Time to be thankful to The Shield;
Time to go into the field,
and have the God-given promise,
All is green,
All is ripe,
All is ready to take in on the scene,
As a chosen people.
It is time,
we should all be strengthened,
For the harvest gives a transformation,
Conformation to The Supreme,
A revelation revealed and to be taken in only by the chosen...
The chosen generation.
This harvest gives a full replenish to the soul,
Deep, like the river flows,
The soul will yearn deeply for the harvest's Father,
As lives move together
With His heart,
His mind and soul,
And His ambiance fills each soul,
...and overflows,
As our hearts and His beat as one.

2011-05-11T03:35:00.000-07:00

Scorpion's Sting

Like a repeated song that never ends,
Sounding over and over like a haunting nursery rhyme,
Its at the top of my head,
I can almost sing it in my sleep,
Say it,
I know it,
I understand it,
I have been told of it time and time again,
Don't I listen?
Once bitten twice shy, they say,
It's been said for ages,
Why can't I stop myself if I know I will only harm myself?
hypnotized,
paralysed,
my emotions come synthesized...
to the rhythm.
The probability is at its zenith,
It's funny 'cause I know how it works,
...and destroys!
I know that when it bites,
it doesn't let go,
...at least for a while,
It goes in too deep, to the soul within;
Its poison stays within and paralyzes the mind,
...makes it like it's not your own.
Now the heart is at its best;
and nothing...
no one can stop it,
Thoughts are not coherent most of the time,
speech is impaired,
sight is programed to one thing,
...one person,
hearing is focused to sweetness,
touch stays longing for that one day;
to last forever...
taste is mystified of its wonder,
heart remains in yearning;
...for that one moment,
That confirming moment of truth.
But haven't they said?
Haven't they told me?
Isn't it so evident?
...hypnotized by the scorpion's sting.

My Fingers

2010-05-26T11:24:00.000-07:00

She was a girl of the miraculous blackness,
who did not understand
the little extensions on her hands,
Like little antennas
gave her a world anew,
and of course it blew,
her mind;
In her dark world,
Colorful,
Filled with sunset bursts,
and giving her early morning dewy lusts,
she could taste, feel, see, smell;
In her dark world,
Bright,
all she ever knew
was just to mention but a few;
the wrong or the right,
the cause of her plight?
the short or the tall,
but was that all?
In her dark world,
Amazing,
Nonetheless,
All seemed like sweet nothingness,
her realm,
she soaked it all,
the bright darkness,
It was.....

My fingers,
My fingers,
Could it be what I feel,
that I see you,
with my fingers,
my fingers.

Like the smell of the peachy sunset,
the hues of the fresh morning dew,
Or the whispers of the spring outlet,
and the unforgivable listed few,
Like the colors of the evening breeze,
In my dark world,
the wonders never seize;
Or better yet,
the contours on your face,
from your temple to your jaw brace;
Your smooth beard curls,
......smooth as pearls,
Your lips on sensuous sips,
Is it you that I feel?
Or do I have to go an extra mile?
My fingers make it all real,
Therefore there's no need for appeal,
Don't knot my emotions in a foolish pile,
It's......

My fingers,
My fingers,
Could it be what I feel,
that I see you,
with my fingers,
my fingers.

On the airy strings,
seems to bring,
a sweet melody;
On the keys,
its like a breeze,
spelling out peaches and cream;
Sweet, saucy, mellow green,
strumming away the sorrows of the deep,
deep within,
Oh, that's it!

...my fingers, my fingers;

at the edge of my hand,
now I understand,
with that which I see you,
....I feel you....
to nothingness,
Nonetheless,
It's my sweet bright darkness,
It's....

My fingers,
My fingers,
Could it be what I feel,
that I see you,
with my fingers,
.........my fingers.

Calvary Love

2010-04-14T02:02:00.000-07:00

This, Your Calvary Love
has exhumed me, my soul and my spirit, alive.
In Your greatness.

This, Your Calvary Love
has given me eternal life, my All in all.
In Your selflessness.

This, Your Calvary Love
has made my sinful spirit anew, so true.
In Your righteousness.

This, Your Calvary Love
has.....

This Calvary Love.
This Calvary Love.......
............in my speechlessness.

Wisedove.

2009-07-01T10:13:00.000-07:00

...in essence...

In essence my life makes sense,
Is it because I confess?
Is it because I digress from the wicked ways?
Is it because I relent to suppress the urge to indulge in a wicked world?
In Your presence my life is in essence,
the incense at the altar,
I need to offer a living sacrifice,
that will oppress my flesh,
To deny my flesh is to suppress,
To give myself is to confess,
that You are Lord.
Lord over my life,
giving my life true essence,
in Your presence,
Let it not be that I obsess,
of the intricate worldly things,
For they will NEVER make me whole.
But let me be sure to place myself in Your presence,
for my life to find and keep that vast essence.
My day of reckoning is known to You and You alone,
Yes, it is my duty to remain in Your presence,
and have a true servant's worth,
offer my service to You,
worship You in spirit and in truth,
For then and only then,
will my life have the true essence
in faith,
By Your grace.
...and in Your presence.

2009-07-01T09:38:00.000-07:00

A Miraged Anticipation

Seemingly seeming that I seem not to feel,
Or see the mirage...
Is it true?
I have been walking for too long
way too long,
it seems...
With great anticipation to get somewhere
with that particular reason...
Then again,
Who is the reason?

2009-06-26T03:16:00.000-07:00

Bless the Day

Its ambience surpasses all serenity,
It beats all existence to its co-existence,
For all nature to cater for,
Like a saint,
receives menace from his master;
The airy scent that succumbs to it,
It's defeated yet never gives up;
Always trying to find a true definition,
Searching for the essence it never knew;
When indulged in it,
it drowns,
Once bitten twice shy, they say;
For it,
It is always forgotten-
To bless the day,
To bless its heart.
Searching for serenity,
Searching for tranquility,
It sets its talons into its prey,
in too deep before it realizes...

2009-06-26T03:02:00.000-07:00

Eternal Water

My insides are quenched,
Yet they are still thirsty,
I long for that last drop,
That never comes as hard as it rains,
Like a river flowing,
Into an ocean,
My insides are never satisfied.

Time and time again,
I am yearning,
For some kind of nourishment,
Nothing seems to work,
The more I try,
The more I dry.

Eternal water from a blessed source,
Who knows where it comes from?
Who knows where to find it?
Everlasting as it is,
It is never discovered,
Even if I am to sacrifice myself.

For as long as I search,
My insides will endeavor,
As little drops into it,
It will survive the torture,
And out of it someday,
Will I emerge a flower.

2009-06-26T02:39:00.000-07:00

Ambience of a Dove

The serenity,
The sanity,
The peace of mind,
Succumb to the living of survivors,
Has it come to compassion?
Has it come to similarity?
Who defines one's right to live?
To give,
To lead,
To save,
To endeavor,
To be...?
The ambience of a dove has reigned over the years,
But the human mind is too small to comprehend,
Gives a senseless response for the unthinkable,
Having the culprits fall, pounce on innocent victims,
The ambience of a dove is threatened to destruction,
In a mere blink of an eye,
Who chose freely?
Who felt superior in the midst of the moment?
Who gave the "sanity" of vengeance?
The ambience of a dove is seen as futile,
It is given a specific mandate that only its ancestors can understand,
Do we care to love as we did?
Why does the difference come out now?
Sanity should be the first commandment,
Serenity,
Peace and love and unity,
For the ambience of a dove calls for it.
But only a few recognize its true meaning,
Only a few see the sense of succumbing to it...
The peaceful ambience of a dove.