Magic, how dare the cosmos align, pictures the inevitable -

search for answers they tend to laugh at your arrival.

Did we scower chances until everything aligns?

The two closet friends, unlock a dimension,

acheive an opportunity at contact.

Euphoria that must end

succumb to resting the decision peacefully;

The man loving me now is the man I'm destined to be with until eternity.

I love people that tinker away at Microsoft Publisher or any web page designing software. Such patient artist right?!?

The checklist keeps piling to heavens; buy ISBN and BarCode, decide how much investment willing to make, finally like the publishing company name, scower the area to schedule performance dates, complete manuscript, errr should I still be painting for the book?, lastly but not least MARKETING!!!

The obstacle to overturn is the desire to spend obscene wads of loot; or pennies hiding after I cash the tree with my name engraved in security ink. Stash the collection in a Royal Bank ( I don't eat the hog so why call it a darn PIGGY BANK...nasty animals).

Easier to find another part-time income. Why abort such a positive vision?!? I desire to uplift women searching for their answers; dispel rumors that she is complex! Love children of all colors because tis only woman that manifest another human. Let's see human woman man wisdom wise divinity...looks like man lost out fairly quickly!

Ugh, I am the beacon whenever I utter the positive words as spring buds in Jamiacan Island!
What am I saying? I just need help from YHWH; staring over the abyss then I noticed I was looking down to Earth!

Everything is temporary. Even today's problems are temporary becuz u can't replay YESTERDAY. Let's enjoy the PRESENT bcuz it's truly a GIFT! ( Courtesy of Bishop Bernard E. Jordan The Laws of Thinking: 20 Secrets to Using the Divine Power of Your Mind to Manifest Prosperity )

Yah Bless Empress Publishing ( Or the better name that manifest and I promise to sow 10% )

Ludwig Van Beethoven's Return to Vienna
by Rita Dove


Oh you men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn,
or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me....
The Heiligenstadt Testament

Three miles from my adopted city
lies a village where I came to peace.
The world there was a calm place,
even the great Danube no more
than a pale ribbon tossed onto the landscape
by a girl's careless hand. Into this stillness

I had been ordered to recover.
The hills were gold with late summer;
my rooms were two, plus a small kitchen,
situated upstairs in the back of a cottage
at the end of the Herrengasse.
From my window I could see onto the courtyard
where a linden tree twined skyward —
leafy umbilicus canted toward light,
warped in the very act of yearning —
and I would feed on the sun as if that alone
would dismantle the silence around me.

At first I raged. Then music raged in me,
rising so swiftly I could not write quickly enough
to ease the roiling. I would stop
to light a lamp, and whatever I'd missed —
larks flying to nest, church bells, the shepherd's
home-toward-evening song — rushed in, and I
would rage again.

I am by nature a conflagration;
I would rather leap
than sit and be looked at.
So when my proud city spread
her gypsy skirts, I reentered,
burning towards her greater, constant light.

Call me rough, ill-tempered, slovenly— I tell you,
every tenderness I have ever known
has been nothing
but thwarted violence, an ache
so permanent and deep, the lightest touch
awakens it. . . . It is impossible

to care enough. I have returned
with a second Symphony
and 15 Piano Variations
which I've named Prometheus,
after the rogue Titan, the half-a-god
who knew the worst sin is to take
what cannot be given back.

I smile and bow, and the world is loud.
And though I dare not lean in to shout
Can't you see that I'm deaf? —
I also cannot stop listening.