they both had instinctive addictions.
that were ungodly & not biblical.
they both had to walk the talk of sleepwalk
in the slums of their sinning tailspins
by the lies they hide inside through pride,
which is the only hue that leads to His Truth.
their dark night storms were designed to align
them to transform, and to be the reborn
from the conformities of societal mutinies
in cultural habitual ritual scrutinies: to flee
from the enemy blindly, and finally be set free.
they are the he + He + her in God’s Stir.
s(he) is carved from her he supernaturally:
like the biblical creation of a rib(cage,)
like the biblical creation of a wo(man,)
like the biblical math of Proverbs 31 woman +
the entrusted dust to dust Ephesians 5 man
to stand in the land of edified three strands.
ashes to ashes is the Maker who breathes
with ease supernaturally into their nostrils
biblically as the Creator that’s far greater
than any manmade fleshly messy shakers.
they are the only path to His Kingdom Math.
they are the Ordained Edifying 3 Strands.
at the same time, they entered rewind of mind.
he had to be freed from the bondage of lust.
his addiction he couldn’t break or shake.
s(he) had to be freed from the raging anger.
her addiction s(he) couldn’t break or shake.
they both were fearful of vulnerable & trust.
they both had layers of barbwire as protection
against the painful emotion of future rejection.
they both had to exhaust the cost of the
performance treadmill to learn to be biblically still.
they had to follow and allow the bow down.
they’re both athletes that compete in heat
to reject and neglect defeat in ‘winning’ retreat.
the slums of sins are messy fleshly tailspins.
it’s a magnified high that doesn’t say goodbye.
it’s muscle memory, and addictively secondary.
their expectations were blinding dedications
that paused the cause to conquer all pitfalls.
life is real not ideal. they are stubborn & surreal.
perception is deception in the galaxy of reality.
they drew the ungodly hue of self-conclusions
in thinking sinking & wicked winking delusions.
they had hiccups to clean up b4 the meet-up.
they sleepwalked until it hurt enough to talk.
when their feet met in the unexpected land
of the eleventh month in twenty-thirteen
s(he) couldn’t believe the dream: like heaven
the most beautiful man s(he’s) ever seen,
& an unknown in this supernatural connection.
he was fearful of being alone, and fed drones.
s(he) is the backbone to his emotions of alone.
he is the heartbeat that sets her free faithfully.
s(he) was fearful of no protection in rejection.
God used their fears to break their chains
from all their hidden pains, to no longer be
stronger in feeling that gear in vain to see.
the road to redemption is biblical correction.
their crooked paths were math needing straight
and only God can remove flesh god facades.
they individually entered their wilderness,
which leads from the weeds to fruitful seeds
of biblical deliverance from worldly hinderances
so they can now take their final bow from fake.
the stake that can’t make them break or shake.
it hurts enough for him and her to be godly
and be set free biblically to walk the talk of
supernaturally he + He + her equals God’s Stir.
no one can stop what’s about to occur.
Thank you Holy Spirit.
Thank you King Jesus.
Thank you Maker.
Love you’re lighter, fighter, and daughter.