to stretch the veneer of life
over inanimate characters (text)---
safe-haven found in one name
capability a culpability to deriving abstract

we kindle our fires in the ancient forge
so constant and regular in neglect;
love, felt.
love, chosen.
love, augmented by incarnation
                   in-carnation
                   formulation: solidarit-us.

simple complexity-
the only contradiction
is in the indictment raised//nothing is simple
                             without being likewise and equally complex
                             and nothing complex is not reducible
                             to a simplicity (of explanatory
                             impetus)

what?
-yes,darling-
you mean all
and i   will  kill / whate'er interfere
and i thrill still / fore'er in here

tag a suffix on
the common : love-lock
let man not separate, let us not separate
let I not---
            mutiny.
            subvert
           insurrect
           undermine
           (       )
            destroy

wicked:
the murder of my heart is a daily task
too urgent to restrain---

[your mental affairs
[always were adultery
[and it surprises not
[that the fruit of
[thoughts and keystrokes
[is the desecration
[of your bed

what?
-hey,stupid-
            (pants-on-head...)
axe-grind the root?

New poem fragment (poem incomplete):

Happiness
Less an event now, more a state
That you and I, and we create

The gist is: We love these vows, we hope you do too. If you want to use them, ask us, we’ll almost definitely say yes – we just like to know who’s using them.

Here ya go:

I, Jerry Taylor Bolton, take you, Stephanie Ruth Jenkinson, to be my wife. I recognize that God has blessed me with your love and entrusted your life to me as a gift that I have not earned. In recognition of this, I promise to sacrificially love you as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her. I promise to courageously protect, fearlessly guide, selflessly serve, and generously provide for you, as he enables me. Through the pressures of the present, and the uncertainties of the future, I promise you my complete faithfulness; body, mind, and soul. I promise to lead you through all of life’s experiences even as the Lord leads me, that together we will grow in the likeness of Christ and establish a family that brings him glory and honour. I promise never to half-mean, never to half-love, and never to halve us – now that God has made us one. May the LORD deal with me as He sees fit if anything but death or His return parts me from you. These are my promises to you before God and the witnesses gathered here today.

I, Stephanie Ruth Jenkinson, take you, Jerry Taylor Bolton, to be my husband. I recognize that God has blessed me with your love and entrusted your life to me as a gift that I have not earned. In recognition of this, I promise to respectfully submit to you as the church submits itself to Christ by following his leadership. I promise to tenderly encourage, fearlessly follow, selflessly serve, and humbly counsel you as he enables me. Through the pressures of the present, and the uncertainties of the future, I promise you my complete faithfulness; body, mind, and soul. I promise to follow you through all of life’s experiences even as the church follows Christ, that together we will grow in the likeness of Christ and establish a family that brings him glory and honour. I promise never to half-mean, never to half-love, and never to halve us – now that God has made us one. May the LORD deal with me as He sees fit if anything but death or His return parts me from you. These are my promises to you before God and the witnesses gathered here today.

Jer & Steph’s Weddding Vows™ are ©2008 The Conglomerate International Corp. Unauthorized use will suck, and will probably doom your marriage. Asking permission is fun, good for your health, and Jesus most likely encourages you to do so. Almost for sure.

Side note: the “half mean, half love, halve us” part is taken from one of my recent poems.

Feel free to leave a note if you dig. ^_^

Side note: this was post #750. Not bad for ~5yrs.

It sounds like my heart torn out, through every vein and artery.
It sounds like a million doves in slow descent.
It sounds like my thoughts engulfed in flame…

It sounds like galaxies cowering, universes quivering,
and the bone-crunch of fallen worlds beneath Your feet,

Oh God; All of them my own!

and you
you are the entirety of my need
the riptide pulling me together

every instant that passes takes me, just a fraction
just a fraction of time closer to
that stable place;that stable face (intricate & without blemish)

call it my stable race,
                       the stability chase ended all but a heartbeat ago

so i stop shaking
and my quivering ends
in the quiver *(fills for me
to shoot this world full of ballistics)

though i must confess a
preference for

melee
combat - as a

general
rule

solid veins stiff:
bring a sun