My Wisdom For Solomon. I am the Sun

Solomon
vs.1 The joy of wine is broken with a broken heart.
vs.2 There is a greater light and a lesser light. Such are the wise. The foolish have no light.
vs.3 Wisdom's feet rest on a footstool.


I am the Sun I am the light.

White Hair

The grace upon your head.
From blood to snow.
A transformation in our souls.
by Soul

So I want to dye my hair white but I think its to expensive though I havent seeked the price and my hair grows fast. I guess I will just wait till I reach old age. My grandpa has white hair and my dad seems to be heading in the same direction so I think I hopefully in 100 years I will start growing white hair.
A man who was like the son of man, in John's vision had white hair. So I can only say that it is what inspires me to have white hair but let nature take its course, I was blessed with onyx, straight hair so I should be glad with what he gave me.If he wanted he could have made me with white hair, though I do get some once in while.
Well I do remind you that when it says his hair was white as snow made me think of
Isaiah 1:18 "Though your sins are like scarlet they shall be made white as snow."
I would also like to share a dream. I was younger probably 18 and I looked in the mirror there I saw I had white hair, it looked awesome. Remembering this only inspires me to color it. also a proverb for you guys.

Proverbs 16:31 "The hoary head is a crown of glory,if it be found in the way of 

righteousness"
For those of you who dont know hoary mean white.

Thanks guys love you  b-y-e MUAH

Slowly Dying

I feel as though my heartbeat is dwindling. My mind slowly fading. As they both pulse so soft.I try to find with in my spirit a burst of more life to save me from fainting. I feel as I am slowly falling,trying to find strength to hold on to a rope, but am falling to fast to hold on. I need someone to be there as I am falling. If someone is there I hope they don't forget me. It's like I've let myself fall back without looking.If anyone is behind me... be there...to hold me.

Mechanical Love

It all started at a strange mailing job. There I would grab the mail as it was closed by the machine we used and placed them in a tray. It was awkward how I would seem to use some kind of mental push and the machine seemed to not close the letters right. I didn't think of it much though as sometimes it didn't work on mental command and was too frequent.
What was strange was the new machine that had arrived a bigger more technical. It was for special mail. This machine was futuristic. But what was strange about it was its keeper, yes a rather handsome guy managing it. Making sure the machines thirst was quenched and keep the dirt off it. What I found rather strange was this connection I had with him. We would look at one another. I would imagine things and he would be one in the same thought. I would roll a bowling bowl in my imagination and he would go and stand by it. It was perplexing I couldn't understand how he was in my mind. Well the connection started as my heart beated oddly hard, and I felt as if I was going to die. I felt it so strong that I was afraid of him walking far away. He had become my substance of life. He had become the ruler of my heart. So there I stood that day and I knew he felt the same. There he grabbed two red cables of the machine and continued to finish the connection we had. It had become not only mental but had been built into this machine which was not only for mail but for reading both our bodies. There our hearts became connected. We had to adjust as we knew we would be far apart soon. So we slowly took steps to separate. We did just that and it worked fine. We had adjusted to being separate. Never speaking a word to him, I communicated to him through my mind and he did the same. He however had a computer that was attached to this machine and there the strangest thing yet happened to me. I saw what was on the screen words that wrote themselves without anyone typing. It was my heart beat, my thoughts were being imprinted on to that machine. I would stop the rhythm of my thinking and heart connected and it would stop but I could still hear my own thoughts that had become quicker. These thoughts on the computer had changed font. When I was angry they would change font and color.Truly a mystery in my life. That machine has shown me that technology has advanced and not everyone knows about it.

Life Fanfiction- Joey Graceffa and I/Soul (I the Beast and Beauty) 5 short chapters

POOR SOUL chapter 1 of 5

It all started with a troubled man of 26 who thinks and feel as he is a teen, being that he had suffered so much from his past and feels as if he has yet to live, who struggling with his image was looking for himself. But what he found was someone else. Surfing through the web he found Joey Graceffa. He was in awe with what he had seen, he had fallen in love. Yes he fell in love. Looked at his videos only knowing very little, yet seeing him he hoped he was gay and so he did just that see him as gay. Joey kissed girls but that didn't stop him from believing, of course I had kissed a girl once but that didn't make me straight, Joey kissed boys but I never kissed a boy but am sure plenty of straight men have kissed boys.

POOR SOUL chapter 2 of 5

So it was only when Joey came out, that I started to seek him, because I was assured he would be interested in this beast. Was it good looks he would fall for? No he would fall for my words my charm. Joey was on tour going to bookstores for his new book, there Soul fantasized what he would do if he could meet him. But all he think he could do is hug him and probably cry of the many words he wished to express but can't. Sometimes just telling him to visit his youtube channel hoping he could get him interested after all he wanted was to have him for himself forever. Poor Soul yes Soul was poor once. He had lived in the streets at age 23 and all he wanted was to vanish from the world, he was poor and no chance of work, when he did get a chance he denied the offer because his mind was not in the proper place or so they say. Poor Soul had developed Schizophrenia the term of the world and his one wish was to make a living in preaching and so the job offer was only a test, besides the voice which he called God had told him to deny the offer and he did just that obey the voice of God. 

THEY MEET chapter 3 of 5

Finally as fate had it Joey would meet Soul. He had seen a comment a request to his area. It was a perfect place and would profit him well so he went to his area in NY since Soul hated to go to the city a 2 hour drive it worked perfect for both. There Soul met Joey, what Soul said was not what he had expected. He whispered in his ear "I am looking for a Job" Joey asked what kind of Job, it was awkward for both of them.He asked him to get close again so he can whisper in his ear and said "I want to be your slave or servant/butler?" Joey was immediately struck by the comment and thought Soul was out of it so he said "ok" . So he signaled for the next person. Soul felt so humiliated that he thought well my choice of words were perfect he just wasn't in the mood to play.

HE LUSTED 4 of 5

Joey later that night pondered about his encounter with Soul something he usually did with some of his fans. Joey slowly started to see him and think he was nice. He wasn't awful looking. Plus I probably do need a slave, oops I mean a butler or something like it. So Joey wondered and he started to think of everything he could do with him. Slowly he had been aroused by Soul but it was his body he desired. He wanted him, to hug him, to caress him to make love to him. He slept frustrated that he had reacted that way not only that he couldn't remember his name. 

HE REMEMBERS 5 of 5

Joey wakes up, remembering the name of whom his heart desired. So Joey remembered his name, and so he looks for him on facebook it was the first place he thought of. So he found him there. He sends him a message. Soul waking up from a sad night on how things played out was looking up his facebook. On facebook he sees a message. It said, "I was looking for a slave, do you think we can meet?" Soul immediately wondered who the heck is that? Not thinking it was Joey he asked God "Have I told someone else to make me a slave beside yourself and Joey?" and his answer was no. So he replied "who is this?" so Joey Graceffa wrote "its me Joey Graceffa".

Hosea and Gomer A Homosexual Twist

So Hosea is told to marry Gomer. So God can tell A prophet of this day to marry a homosexual.
The reason for that? In this day and age there are many who are newly found to the christian faith, but have strayed into a lawful way of life. This means they have turned to the law to justify them and not the work of Jesus Christ, for this reason they start to condemn homosexuals some who are secretly homosexuals do it to, thus making them hypocrites and even the heterosexuals are hypocrites also because they too fall short when it comes to keeping the law. So what does that mean? It means the person judging should be perfectly clear of sin to judge.Now the only way to be free of sin is to be in grace and in mercy, and to have that you will not be able to see sin as before you will be merciful towards others. So I think I have said enough to spark some thought, do meditate on the love God has for sinners yes homosexual, heterosexuals, pansexuals ect. are sinners. There is no one who has never sinned except for Jesus Christ which is why he is our God.
love you guys b y e MUAH

My Youtube Life

First off JOEY GRACEFFA IS GAY! and I want him for myself :) lol so true. So yeah and Miranda Signs looking for a bae after Joey kissed a Guy, I happen to be single and never kissed a guy, do close your eyes Miranda when I say I am Gay lol Miranda doesn't have to know I am gay. So yea just needed to get that off my chest.
So I hope to get many viewers and inspire many of them. I want to encourage them to seek God and get to know him. So yes I have an agenda in wanting to become FAMUS  and that is to lead people to God. Wether God will bless me in this plan is solely his knowledge. One thing is for certain Im not giving up. 
So not only am I gay I also have a mental illness called schizoaffective(schizophrenia and Bipolar)  and I have mixed feelings on the whole thing since I see psychiatry as a different language that makes things kind of make regular english contradict itself. I mean they are so many things I learned that I think I gained a pound for each thing i learned, I was never overweight until I started taking medication for hearing an audible voice (I called God) and sometimes voices  (The Dead, Friends, Random ppl). Its a whole experience that made my faith in God very steady, I mean I seen so much that I have no excuse to say he doesn't exist as everyone has no excuse God exists since you can see it in nature. Funny thing is that people don't see God in nature, but if you think about it nature works like a pyramid, so there is a pyramid in life and that pyramid shows us God as the Lion King meaning the one who is above all people, above the jungle. If you have logic it makes sense but let me not argue nature will make its own case. 
So yea I just wanted to let you guys know that. Check out my youtube videos and I hope it makes your day, and gives you something to ponder(think) about.  Love you guys b y e MUAH

Let Your Light Shine

Let your life be full of light. Let it be filled with lots of love. Care for the poor, the needy.  Think about the orphans who have no mother or father care for them also. Care for the widow,visit the sick and the imprisoned. Doing such acts will illuminate you. Be kind and don't forget your God. For God is love. Without love doing something for the poor means nothing.

Yes guys those who have the ability to help the poor and needy should do so, not out obligation or compulsion but from a happy heart. When I have more money I want to be able to serve the poor by giving out sandwiches and drinks and I encourage you to think of doing the same in some future. I want to do that because I remember when I was in the streets homeless, and I remember that the place they gave food was not enough. Thankfully they were christian groups who gave sandwiches, one time they gave hamburgers and hotdogs, God was I grateful. At that age I already had come out of my depression and matured in my faith, I no longer argued with God about my position(being homeless) rather I accepted it and trusted in him to provide. So yeah I want to give thanks to North Carolina's christian groups. I still hope they teach some of the poor how they can get housing and help them in the process.

In the streets of the night I searched where to lay my head.
I tried to become invisible so that I can rest.
They were watching me and they had no refuge for me.
I was casted out, I was a traveler, a visitor whom the world had no space for.
They were undeserving of me I was told.
I was hungry and I was thirsty.
I was God and you rejected me, now I do not know you.

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Behind The Poems am I

Behind words of light am I. Who am I? I am a person who loves to loves all of God's creation. I find amazement in all things. I see the potter and the clay. I've seen the potter's work. But God like a potter does something that I find truly amazing, it leaves me in awe, it makes me fear, because he is one of a kind. He builds pottery to be honored, and the thing that makes God a unique potter is he also makes pottery for dishonor. Yes you heard it he builds to destroy some things and some things he builds to look pretty and have a nice place.
Now who are we as pottery to tell God he did something wrong in us? So I in my ignorance when young argued with him daily asking him why. I am not the most beautiful thing, and I never considered myself charming, though they are people who say I am a good looking guy, I simply don't see that in me. So I asked God in my teens why did he make me ugly. Yes its how I saw myself, an abomination. I hated myself and pleaded to God to take my life. But every time I argued with him in my prayers I thought of Paul's words "No but, O man, who are you that reply against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why have you made me thus?"romans 9:20 So I lost constantly when I prayed so much so that I only hated myself more and wept. I called myself a coward for not being able to kill myself so I beat myself,scratched myself to summon the courage to end my life but it all failed.So I would cry to God and ask him why he made me gay. So I hated that about myself beside my abominable acne filled face. I hated my being, it was such a hate that death was the only way to remove that feeling, so I thought to myself 'maybe God hates me so much he wants me to live and suffer' So I said than let that be done according to his will. So everyday I wept cried to him, and proceeded the ritual of my self hatred,except my prayers started changing it was not to kill me anymore but to bless me. After so long of weeping and praying I finally realized that God's tone had changed with me. It was no longer hatred but love. His words started to feel soothing. It was trusting him that had made this new me. I no longer asked why, but said I trust you. I trust him that he knew what he was doing in my life. That he was suffering me for a reason. So I came to discover the story of Job and see it playing in my life. It wasn't easy being abandoned by my mother when I was a teen, but with the help of God I got through it. So my advice to teens is trust God he can be your friend, he might seem like an enemy but he is truly a friend it is just the way we have been treated that makes us think he will be like everyone else. He is trustworthy and a real blessing. We now have his spirit thanks to giving us his son Jesus to die for us so we can be alive forever. b y e Muah

Never Been Kissed By A Prince Charming

I know, I know but its true I have never been kissed by a prince.I long for that moment. I can just imagine, me melting into the arms of another, while the passion in me is sent from my lips to his. A connection that never wants to break apart. A kiss under the thunder and lightning amidst our lips.  A song, a cry, all things happening at once, all around us. An earthquake as we kiss, a blizzard, a thunderstorm, a hurricane all of life's awes surrounding us yet we stay there kissing unmoved by all these disasters and beauties, for we are in a state of peace and harmony a sacred bond which is as beautiful as the rainbow.

 So yes thats what I imagine my kiss being with another guy. It will have to happen inevitably, I mean can I really live without this heart's desire to be unfulfilled. Now I hope nobody sneaks a kiss at me like it happened to Kurt, I want my kiss to be meaningful. 

Thanks for reading b y e Muah

The Power Of Expression

There is no greater expression than God. Everything is so alluring when you are in a state of godliness, purity and chastity. The birds sing their song to their young, and the crickets praise in holy song. Everyday is a god given day, a day we can exist,a day we can share our presence with others. How scary it is if you are under the wrath of God, for it is the removal of your presence, your existence. Yet it is beautiful to be under his blessings, a satisfying long life are his promises to us, perhaps satisfying is not the word properly chosen, better said an abundant life, yes longevity. Some of us want to die young while others desire to live forever, some of us both, while others have gone from darkness to light which I am a part of. That means I was once seeking a way to end my life but through God I learned to hold on and wait on him, I waited on him when I had not yet seen him a blessing to believe and never seeing. So as a star has its stage so the light shun on me, I had the spotlight in the lonely night I prayed to God to take my life. Little did i know he wanted me alive, yet I wanted myself dead. Slowly I learned to enjoy life as a bird with a broken wing. I now live for him, and living for him is living for others. What he gives me is for me to share with others.So I hope you be the same and care for yourself like you would care for others. bye Muah.

My Life A Fantasy Made Real

  My life a fantasy made real. Now what was that fantasy that desire you may ask. It was hearing God's voice like the prophets of the old did. It was to Hear his voice as audible as a man sitting next to you speaking. Well that was what I got. Let me tell you I was distraught to find out that this gift I received would inevitably make people see me as a demonic possessed human. With science now they have made all prophets look as if they deserve to be placed in a mental health care facility, with restriction to live a life as we dream, and I say this from experience. Surely the time I heard those voice was as if persecution arose from every side that I walked. I was not normal anymore. I was beyond natural, God had touched my life and acknowledged me, but people didn't want to hear that, they would kill themselves before they accepted God can talk to someone unimportant. They would inwardly think they are more deserving as so there attitudes proved such. Why else did these doctors and nurses despise someone who could hear the voice of God? So yes 1 year of talking to God was everything you could imagine, a nice gentle voice or a voice of wrath that would speak through the thunder. It was all my body feeling in commune with God, nothing more did I need but to hear his voice. Morning and night I heard his voice in my dreams and in my most alert state. I was in a state of peace when I heard him gently speak to me words of encouragement, words that told me to keep moving in faith. Most certainly the doctors said I was sick a lunatic, while the ancestors spoke to me and said this was the way we were treated even if we made miracles for them. I will post more of this experience in one of my future blogs, thank you for reading, you can watch me on youtube speak about some of my experiences. I am soul collector on youtube copy and paste.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmB9wW1hDOtWvnBHVhlFcjg  Bye Muah!