If we lived in a world, where every one could live as they wanted to, and simply do as they pleased. And if we were to accept all ways, and walks of life, and tolerate all peoples beliefs. That would be a world of Chaos. Any Good, Loving Parent knows! That there are things, that are simply unacceptable, and intolerable for a child to do!
I choose to live in a world where Good is Good and All Evil, is crushed under the foot of the Holy Father
She makes me watch, the words that i say. She makes me afraid, of her going away. She makes me dream of a hope, with her by my side. She makes my body ache for her touch, and passionate embrace. Her name lingers upon my tongue, along with her sweet taste. She brings out the anger, in my weakeness and my faults. She takes my breath away. Even when she is months, and miles away. The years that came between us, will never go away. Just as her Memory always remains. My head will always rest in her Lap. Under the trees of our Youth. If only i'd have known then, how much i'd love her Now. I'd have never let go, of her hand. This must be Love. Because these words don't even explain the half!
Who are we, as broken vessels. to pass judgement on any one else. Based off what we see on the outside?
We don't even fully know our own selves. How can we know anything if we didn't create it ourselves. I for one am not my own creator! And you sure in hell didn't create me! nor did you create yourself. That plank in your eye is beginning show.
You should pull that out before you call yourself a judge.
How many times must a person fail, (at a thing)
Until they admit that, maybe they are the reason, for the failure to began with! It's so easy to blame anything other, than ones self. But until you become fully honest and aware that maybe you aren't as perfect as you think you are. You'll remain a failure in deed.
How many times must a person fail. to take their own personal steps, to happiness, success, and peace. How many wasted days, and empty relationships, will one suffer. Until they admit that, maybe "I'm" the answer to my own Joy? Self pride, and self Condemnation are one in the same Demon. The Truth shall set us Free.
If your body was truly a canvas, for which you could decorate as you wanted. How would you show your worth, and value. What pictures, and words, would you paint upon your flesh? How you display your body is how others will see you. "Do you not know, that your body is a temple."