Untouchable Feelings

Copyright © 2014 by Tina Jesus.

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Rev. date: 02/27/2014

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Contents

Introduction

On the front of untouchable feelings

Archangels dictionary Heaven language

A St. valentine classic

Allah

Allah vs Satan

Angelic eyes

Archangel Raphael and valentine

Archangel Uriel

Archangels from heaven are you playing in everything

As part of the Maddonna, Sandcastle village

Awaiting the editor

Barefoot

Bed time stories, The Ever-tree beneath the ocean

Before we met

Blue shorts girl

Burgundy roses, St valentine

Changes

Burgundy roses of a naked body

Dear st valentine

Dear unnamed

Dearest archangels and saints

Dearest Mary

Dearest st Jude

Dearest st valentine

Dearest unnamed

Dearest st Jude

Dearest virgin

February 3rd, 2014

Archangels that are from heaven

Defeat Satan

February 3rd, 2014

The letter

Heaven is a beautiful place

I hear voices

I made it to heaven laughing at earth

I’m not angry; relieved—

Of really being nice for years

I’m not eve

Jattidles battidles

Laughing droplets of Moon kisses

No polish

Oil and lotions for valentine, from Uriel

Our lady of sorrows, I invoke—

Our lady of sorrows , tears of gold

The officer

The Maddonna, Tears of gold

Perfumes for you

Greg, arian a: Kate

The tale of, archangel Gabriel

Rain drops of gold—

Red petals from St. Therese

Rose petals are a theme of mine

Sandcastle village

St. valentine

St valentine and the lover beneath the ever tree

Tears of gold

The celebration of joy

This time on earth, Xmas all year

The closed doors

The dolly story

The end

The ever tree

The feeling of heaven

The gem

The lace bra and lace black shirt the silent typewriter isn’t silent

The letter to Satan

The mascara chic gets married to the sales person

The notes from a stupid woman Judged left and right by society

The obnoxious bitch

The play—valentine—Uriel

The railroad track

Xx this passage belongs to orgasm chic

The sandcastle

The sex vixen

The tale of the voices

The truth—continues—

The Unnamed Listens

The virgin

The wedding between archangel Michael And Natasha

The wool coat

To my friend—a voice I heard on television—Archangel Raphael

Under the ever tree

Uriel and valentine

Valentine and little flower, it is January 31st, 2014

A love letter to the virgin Mary

Introduction

Decent of the holy spirit

Wedding in can-a

Finding of Jesus in the temple

Assumption

Angel Gabriel tells Mary she is the mother of god

Coronation

Scourging of the pillar

—the voices—

Invoking our lady of sorrows, the jattidles of the exterior cover—Language of—

Archangel language—such words boring, Uriel unvailed—

There’s not such as feasts days, although there is—invoking Our lady in an image—

The play

Between valentine jattidles—Uriel

Burnt roses of

The garden

Thorns of green

Oral sex such a boring word, not such thing—jattidles—devils

Chat in demons crucified by Anthony the great—

Words of gold—the Maddonna—seen in our ladyof Akita—

The black and white image captured in art, not displayed

Uriels reply—

Archangel Raphael—

St Anthony the great saved the soul of the handicapped, similar to

Jattidles Blattidles of dogs put to fight—

Horrible story—Uriel loves him though—not Uriel—a sarcastic

Truthful bitch the author—

red the theme—quite the opposite I am, must speak, archangel

Michael my husband—

Pesos the vendor would—mistaken identity—todo espanol—perhaps

The native tongue—or shall i say or say—unspoken thoughts—

Perhaps, Uriel—I beg—oh uriel—kill for him—a truthful bitch

Though i know—not appreciated—

Xx

Mother and daughter—the virgin and Tina Mary—2014

Go f yourselves.

Final statement and prayer—

Anthony the great—the author invokes—

Xx double double click xx

On the front of untouchable feelings

I’m not an artist, writer; a passion from heaven and founder of sn ever tree And sandcastle village, My family, are the archangels, saints, the gem;

Write at the bottom of book,

Visualize a garden of nudity clothing of leaves And thorns Of roses from the garland of roses beneath st valentine, The garland of roses are of the little flower Burgundy roses.

(this passage derives from my journey in voices interacting with demons and Heaven)

Sandcastle village in the center of the cover, A death experience while valentine Tend to me beneath the ever tree, I said, I’m prepared to die should the pain Go away, Pulling and tugging on my hand I saw heaven The little flower opened the door Just sandcastles I saw.

Flower ever.

Jeers to the virgin Mary; visualize images of thorns and roses Scattered in a garden.

Kattaddoles and jattadoles

Black lace and the owner of two underwear.

Private no more, a scandal of I got,

I did not, all items I once owned

Relatives and friends invited to to view A midtown horror, though shes a friend I resort to nothing Just my archangels from heaven And the promises of the rosary Though I am catholic just not catholic.

Valentine my writers pen is in your pocket,

On this cold February morning the first, just before the railroad track sets in, archangels and saints and heaven, hates Satan; The life of a writer, pitter patter of the keyboard the silent typewriter,

Gold for words, just another song to the publisher; my work must be done; the dance jeers romance; in the garden., a writer never tires as sleep sets in her eyes, just one more just one more song of the garden

Blattidles, valentine jeers Uriel,

The romance language continues;

Unexplainable touches, wicked eyes of Uriel and valentine, Such boring language of romance from yesterday; Nudity, to wicked eyes exchange; Dirty language a thing of the past,

Earth and heaven exchange, Tina Mary Jesus,

valentine and Uriel,

Beneath the ever tree, lights are dimmed, the reflection of Therese the flower across the room looking at the virgin, jeers in her eyes the wreath of the archangels, nudity is a beautiful thing, barefoot The love of valentine and Uriel; heaven and earth exchange, On a cold February winter day;

Such repetition, demons I hate

The naked dance in the garden, covered in leaves I envision, a black haired wonder as Uriel patterns of leaves Around the burgundy of roses; valentine on his knees just Xx xx

Unnamed,

Xx Uriel and valentine, xx

The wicked dance of raisins, apples—and jattidles kattodles Xx

February 1st. 2014

8—am, my eyes are tired, the days of normal rest a thing of the past, my eyes penetrating on Uriel, valentine, Mary, Lucy Joseph and Jude against the wall, wreath and the ever tree, fresh snow; spring soon nears, Demonic control is not a joke, spells And curses, waking up sudden movements And resistance a part of the life of demonic control, birds chirping, Songs of nature sung, I guess the garden made it to belville, Of valentine and Uriel. Hate to think after many years of demonic control the voices may be silenced, exercising at 5;30 am, sure different from years ago, Mary I trust in (disturbances of the voices) causing fiction in my brain; working and curing it is a Saturday morning; fighting to stay awake, hail Mary help me, (silence of voices) Torture in my eyes, hush hush and the bird chirps, passing cars The Maddonna availed, final corrections on the book—last night, early morning; Dear Mary, The book is going to be published, the garland of roses; Therese in the background; just a cold day in belville, new jersey; gold and beautiful Your hair of black: Uriel the voices may soon be a thing of the past, brushing My hands on my jattadoles (legs—heaven language) the voices are making me Laugh, still thirty pounds to go, fat girl, I am, size small, medium in juniors Just a nobody, loving the virgin mother of the unnamed, dressed in gold uriel And valentine in the garden, the garland of roses; Hi there Therese, just a torture to loose the extra weight, then again, Valentine, it is only you and heaven I really care about, just carry me through the name calling and bashing, the season of devil and heaven on my side.

Jeerful in early February; oh ever tree, easy, it’s, many more names What money power and wealth paid for, the journey of 2014; all for you Maddonna, the Maddonna availed, I’m not sad; unhappy; knowing a paid crime was committed; in a city of good luck, heaven and the archangels jeerful In the ever tree; gazing upon the saints, fight for