The Lord

Oceans pooling in your eyes as your smile rests behind the scenes.  Maybe your cell has a memory in it, and that is why you look at me that way.  Times are tough in the time of The Lord.  You are no longer Blue Eyes.  You are special forces and FBI: THE LORD.  You will feel a peace to just the calls in the night that tell you that everything is going to be okay.  I noticed you in my company, but knew to let you evolve in your own way around me.  Be careful what you see.  Imagery can be tied to artistry.  Holodeck level intruders can have you even see Spiderman today.  Bend at the knee, and you will feel your spinal column release.  Maybe Army DRESS BLUES would suit you.  You can actually wear them when you are alive, breathing, and still kicking that which is not holy.  I tried to approach, but it was not to be in this land of synergy.  On your way, I say, it is okay to just talk with thoughts until it is a time to speak.  I just shot off an email to my newest special forces officer while calling the chains chains to his community.  Good luck blessed one.