SONG OF SOLOMON x LOVE x ME

"Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard,
Spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices:
A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits."

SONG OF SOLOMON 4


I Can Truly Say That I've Found What I Was Looking For......

...........THINK!!!!

"HE WHO SAYS HE CAN, AND HE WHO SAYS HE CAN'T, ARE BOTH USUALLY RIGHT......." - Confucius

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ONCE YOU THINK IT, INK IT............BONG!!!!

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THE LOVEINUS........

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I Was Asked What Does Creativity Mean To Me. My Response Was, "Being Creative Is A Spiritual Experience For Me. It's When My Soul Decides To Open Me Up To New Levels And New Dimensions To Express It's Self. The Challenge Is Learning How To Harness It. I Believe We're All Born With A Certain Amount Of Creative Energy. But Only A Select Few Know How To Really Activate It On A Higher Level. You Like To Call Us Artistes'. But I See Us As Vessels.............Let The Creative Energy Flow Out Of You Like A Child Flows Out From It's Mothers Whom. Nurture It Like You Nurture A New Born Babe. Challenge It Like A Child Challenges Their Mother During Pubescent Stage. Set It Free When You've Taught It All You Can & Let The World Begin To Teach It As A Mother Would Let Her Child Go Out On Their Own To Live & Learn. Keep A Watchful Over It So It May Never Stray, A The While, While You Let It Go And Come As It Please. TREAT YOUR CREATIVITY LIKE YOUR CHILD. BIRTH IT, LOVE IT, GROW IT, & SET IT FREE.......I Guess Thats Just The Hippie In Me."


-KING Ambrose Theodore Reid

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