I won't fall

But, it's so hard to think cause you know how I do it and you know what and where to interject to gain the true advantage.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

What starts out as lovely like a burning bushel of apples one can spoil the bunch and I mistake your notions for my own until things rot and decay.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

Looking around one can't help but see you've got a beautiful place and it has got to be nice no more living at home but home wasn't so bad but it sure cannot be a heaven without you.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall

So exactly how many thoughts are actually mine? When I make something up can I trust my resolve? It is hard to tell where you are and when I start and end.

Time and again,
You press your unfair advantage
And time after time
I falter
I promise you this time
I won't fall...No, I won't fall

It must be fiction

I was imagining the most powerful I could imagine (like a super hero) far more devious than big brother, but focused on something so seemingly inconsequential that no one noticed. My husband is a carefully orchestrated bookmark. I am thinking of that guy in the movie Contact, I have to look it up. Brb

Hadden.

Impromptu

I feel like I need to express something, so, here goes.

I'm not sure I am using it right,
But I always want to say it when I'm thinking of you.
Maybe there is not a word yet
Or way to even say the way I feel.

Let's call it love, love, love love, love.
I love you, love, love, love what you are...

Bed time.

Collide

I think I need to focus my creative energy on a song, cause I keep on singing a song by Howie Day only changing the lyrics. The idea on the verge of breaking out is the idea of Best and Right colliding, and the aftermath.

No Heaven...

This much was quickly jotted down from staring at a photo until it became blurry. I may have become sure of something for the first time. I kept repeating in my mind, "There is no Heaven without you." And I thought it sounded like art.

Looking at your photograph, tears come to my eyes.
I love you and I promised you that I would be there to bring you back to Heaven where you belong. Cause Heaven will always be where we meet.

It just struck me that there was something familiar about the person intended to allure others or ensnare them, but although it worked well to that end, it was not my concern. I will hold to what the me wanted before or there really is no point to continuing on...

Story

Once upon a time there was a princess who did not want to be a princess, but decided to just be happy no matter what happened. There was only one way to loose your status once born to it. She felt like this birthright was inappropriately given and so she ran away and married a commoner. This would not change who she was or her fate however.

She was miserable, she was still a princess although her husband was in no way royal. But, she was tired of forcing a happy face. It was actually wearing on her nerves and changing who she was.

Until one day the stresses showed on her coutanance as she looked in the mirror she thought in her mind, "who is this hideous woman? I am a princess." Her mirror percieved her thoughts and said, "You are no princess."

Truly, she did not look or feel like a princess, but it was a matter of who she was, "but, I am a princess. There is only one way to avoid that.", she replied aloud. "Just look at what you've done, then..."

Flashback and the tale begins.

She is young, a child even, and she is noted by her father as being an exceptional child, an ideal older sibling to set the example for the other children. As the first three were all girls she began to feel comfortable with the responsibilities of being a queen one day.

Then, the fourth and fifth babies were boys which meant her fate lied elsewhere, the kingdom would be passed on to the male heir.

Brief ideas saved for later

Story tells how love was used to create adversary.

There was first a world created. Then it was asked why love was so strong and important. It was a design of a God who has other reasons

1) starts with a woman in the hospital. She is dying. Those who died already have certain abilities.

2) Flash back to how angry dome guy is when that woman got married, then he figured out a solution. He would solve all of his problems by her death at precisely the right age.

3) This guy who was indescribably awesome in his own time line died before he was ever married.

4) Now, Dead, he has the laws of the "new realm" explained to him. One thing he learns that there ate actually things that can be done on earth that will last forevet. He doesn't know that marriage is one of them. He kniws that baptism is and so he tries to influence restoration through another guy (Alvin Smith). He is thwarted. But, Joseph still learns of hoe bsptism can be done to save Alvin.

5) God will not be thwarted so we see the story of Martin Harris. Conversation about tenacious. And harmful aligning oneself with the wrong woman can be.

6) The dieing woman survives long enough to say somethings so incredible and moving snd she talks about the "dreams" she had while she was asleep.

7) Dream scene, cut short by God. The new enemy is introduced and Hod forsaw all of this man's plans and thwarts them. God causes that marriages are forever.

8) Art WORK scene. As woman talks her art is influenced by her beliefs.

9) It is her 4th divorce and she thinks that this time she is sure of what she needs. How can divorce be if marraige is eternal?

10) Woman is looking all around for love but it cannot be found. So she starts to wonder if it even is a real thing afterall.