You are worth more than a pill,

Or a test

or a surgery removal of, if it wasn't alive, why would it be consider killed..

You are worth the giving of oneself

in other to take your hand

to be lawful acquired,

the patient act,

the process of converting one's character

because if he didn't love his own body

he wouldn't apply the same intense feeling of deep affection for you.

instead he would be the reason for the pill,

the test

or the developmental arrest of a organ

a deliberate termination

to giving life.

Thank you.

For all the calcium I absorbed.

You the real M.V.D 

I'm sad you'll be leaving again,

And may return climate changed. 

Sincerely, 

A Concerned Summer baby

There you are.. a photo of you smiling 

but now, here's a mirror of you sad. 

I can tell something stole your joy

and you want to go back to that photo smiling, instead looking in the mirror sad.

You just want to be normal again.

I sense that you are afraid.

Be busy putting your trust in fear or your fear in trust. 

The fear of the unknown that is known is still fear. One only hopes when it's near, they courage it up to get a backbone, so they won't be consumed in their nightmare. 

There's a war going on. 

Outside there's peace and protection.

Inside, 

You are a living breathing storm with radar palms. Pulse like earthquake. Nerve shaking anxiety - no peace in between touchdowns. 

I seen you spot a tornado before the funnel formed with those hurricane eyes. Hail size tears. 

Your destructive behavior is bringing your strength down.

   Self-control It or It will control you. 

You just want to go back to that photo smile instead a mirror sad.

I'll be glad to have you back, That, every in a half moon, full moon, new moon laugh, That, calm before and after the storm. Your, cloudy sun rays that shine on my rainy days. That makes me thankful to be alive. I too, 

want you to be normal again.

But it's your civil war you must end.

It have to be in your heart to no-fly-zone your climate change.

Ceasefire your mouth from shooting down your ability to overcome.

The storms will only grow violently worse as time goes on.

"He who is always watching the wind does not sow; he who always keeps his eyes on the clouds will not reap."

Hold fast my love

You can do it

Peace..

My deep dark secrets is that I like to keep secrets hid behind the security of my lips from insecure ears of those close to my heart.

Until 

their eyes decide without facts, 

To find them. 

Then I find myself in a battle of losing or keeping you. 

I hear

The suffocation of supplications 

Confined to an western area,

prayers do not get higher than what used to be a ceiling here.

Here, I have heard 

recycling hyms struggling to get out reverse-blasphemy,

Inhaled from the morning noon, now after evening petitions on restless padded knee-deep traditions,

And or sore soles of man they trust in.

Daily I feel the crackling of paper in the... if I had, cracked open rib cage to my most holy vessel. 

When no one is heard, 

Because the ones who hear are many.

It doesn't matter what version of the dash in between or the capital or lowercase letter of 'g',

There are many g-ds.

So which one are you wailing to ?

For centuries these walls of The Temple once stood called The House of A Name our forefathers used to praise and worship daily according to the Torah.

The sacrifice and oblation has cease here. 

What was once the sanctuary of strength is now replaced with the lords of the heavenly habitation.

Polluted.

I remember hearing, 

And feeling, 

Each brick removed like my members being pulled by the Middle Age CPS.

My walls heard the prophets fulfilled. 

And these walls do not hear Their Father Yahweh's Name anymore.

Never in the original writing of the holy scriptures, the Creator identified Himself as a god, 

Only by our Heavenly Father. 

Porn promises a better pathway;

Rewards released greater than that of cocaine.

Offers high quality dopamine by

Seeing short term satisfaction of someone else's 

Evol; love backwards.