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I am a coward with open sores. I write and wonder who it bores. I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. I see others carrying out my dreams; that's what's defeated me. I am a coward with open sores. I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart, leaving nothing to say... I worry the world will leave me. I cry because no one believes in me. I am a coward with open sores. I understand nothing comes easy. I say I'm happy, but even I don't believe me. I dream I am healed and brave. I try to overcome my weaknesses before I'm in my grave. I hope you hear me. I'm on all fours. I am a coward with open sores. © 2011 ~JSLaM ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011 * 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 * 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
Spill Ink—the poets' timeless warp and woof; Signifies our mantra beyond reproof; Late at night as poets struggle to write; Our Muse enchants poets to such delight; Poets seek tone and tenor for a splash, And images and nuance for a dash. "Spill Ink!" Poets cry seeking perfection! Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (October 18, 2014) (Rhyme Septet)
I have a special story I wish to share About a seamstress beautiful and fair She would fade away turning into smoke Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke The spiraling smoke would then re-form I know only an angels face could be so warm Before her a beautiful quilt was spread Upon it the story of my life was said As she once again started to dissipate She said, "Mike this quilt records your fate" As the smoke traveled over to a new place And then formed together creating her face Looking over her shoulder back at me She said, "This area will hold what has yet to be" Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo Simply because, my life's quilt was quilted true I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze She was so beautiful in so many different ways The last part of the quilt way over to the right Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble I noticed she was wearing my grandmother's thimble From a young maiden so beautiful to see My grandmother appeared right in front of me I guess up in heaven we return to our youth My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay The shame of knowing I had turned out that way I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame My grandmother didn't deserve an eternity of pain She said, "Michael be still with the pain in your heart, Your story encourages others to make a new start." "The deeper the wrong the stronger the right I always knew my boy would take up the fight" With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea She said, "I love the man my boy has grown up to be" As she turned to the quilt and started to sew She said, "Michael, its now time for you to go." "Believe in your story believe in your truth For Salvation is the true fountain of youth" One night in a dream, which I'll hold forever divine I learned; my Grandmother is now," The Seamstress of Time" When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I never thought about how amazing her art truly was. From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day.
Oneness Authored by Chuck Keys It had no color, Lacking shape, size and dimension. It wasn't moving or breathing. There was neither aroma nor taste, not here or there. Touching was useless because it wasn't physical. It was indistinct and limitless. Thinking multi-physically Multi-sensually and multi-psychologically It wasn't here or there and it was. With no distinction, It looked like everything else, Or it could not have looked like everything else. It never made me feel good nor bad, Nor happy nor sad Nor quite nor trite. In our world of joy and destroy, we sort and distort, Looking more on the surface and less on the inside, Ready to judge and be judged from outside in. The "oneness" of mankind stretches beyond definitions and limits, From outside to inside and from inside to outside. We are one distinct and alike world of "oneness." Differences exist for differences, Therefore, differences don't exist. Only "oneness" exists. DEDICATION: This poem is dedicated to Dr. Clayborne Carson and The Gandhi-King Community, For Global Peace with Social Justice in a Sustainable Environment. www.gandhiking.ning.com
Mannequin Dependent was and amorous obsession 5.5 in burning desert, fresh canteen 4 his sidewalk's fantasy and thoughts' digression, 5.5 the strongest coffee's roasted bean 4 (their phantasms met beyond projectors' light). 5 Exquisite stood upfront, unmoving posture, distressing emptiness of soul, unreachable resort her sightly stature, (- expending skies and ozone hole), prêt à porter vitrine, on Winter's night. Behind the glass, a still and standing shadow abates his hopes (gray sky suspends), ( he takes his foolish stance of wooden scarecrow, - that through odd sprawls the fields attends ), was she the blessing of the Gods or else?... His allegorical, but lonely feeling, instilled inside, without defect, while speechless phantoms crossed sky's ceiling, the downpour soaked, warmth to reject, (ersatz their wedlock's knolling, fast dispels). Her uppish, elegant of stance, adjacent, within arm's reach, kind of abstruse, albeit abstained, of secular indulgence, (his head acquired a tilt obtuse), invited him through faultless, charming lies. A brass trumpet dispersed its jazzy spieling, he, thoughtless, leaned on some red booth, adored her raised one hand's refined appealing, (- that altruistic, smiling tooth!), and gazing to the stars but vacant eyes!... © G.V. 11-16-2013, All Rights Reserved (Iambic Quintain following 5.5, 4, 5.5, 4, 5 feet on each stanza. The rhyme scheme follows this pattern: ABABC DEDEC, FGFGH, IJIJH ... and so on.) (Allegory, Humor)
LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night
Slice me with your tongue, Razor blade wounds, To suck out all my poisens, Sweet lonely lullaby, Accusing eyes of sadism, Picture perfect prodegy, My Deadly Sin, A bitter taste of arson, Burning in my vital organ, Your the pyre that burns away my mortality, A sip of tea made from Lilly of the Valley, A shadow of Death stalking, With odd angel like wings, A Numbing kiss like Drowning in Morphine, My Oblivion, Sweet arms to rest in till my vision no longer holds, Eyes neither like Hell nor Heaven, Cocain Addiction, That Drip of Drugs into your system, Intoxicated blood stream, I'd rather not dream, And instead get lost within - Your paralysing, Your Paralysing, Brain lapse, Your moving too fast, Stay slow and dreamy, Dancing silhoutte, Like a burning forest fire, Pain throughout my veins, Ravishing and Beautiful, A voice torn from my throat, Dying joyfully, With my last sight of you. . .
Strange creature and my best friend. The distance between us is great. So why do we pretend. You cross the street as I head to the bar I'll drink to you my dear. For if I cant hold you close. I'll just love you from afar. Like crumbs tossed to a pigeon from a delicate hand. I'll wait like a fool. For my heart is forever yours to command. You say I cause pain when you remember the past. Bitter tears erase the passion. That sometimes isnt ment to last. Sometimes it's easier to forget then remember who we are. if it bothers you to keep me close. Then I'll love you from afar. Standing underneath your window in the pouring rain. Times alone often i do reflect. Love has a way of making the normal seem insane. So very close never knowing who we truley are. Taken from my heart. left only to love from afar.
The day's beginning is a special gift. Given over a life's eternity, One can't help but feel the daily change. How often we stay into the evening. An attempt to hold Onto the feelings of joy and elation, That made our day so emphatically special. Are not the future possibilities also special? That we dream of yet other gifts, gifts of such thought, that might also inspire elation From giver and receiver for all eternity. Constantly close to both, holding, As if to say, "Don't Ever Change." Does growth not require change? Should not that change be also special? Only if you have forgotten about holding, The longing embrace of previous gifts, One that requires attention for all eternity, fueling existential feelings of elation. Even when intentionally forgotten, holding On to the recipient, despite elation. At one point, this internal agony was a gift. What could ever make this change? This gift that could never be more special. Now it has changed for eternity. The re-direct of energy through eternity, The loss of love's forever embrace. Love, making pain beautifully special. Will there ever be elation? Maybe if we only change The way we exchange special gifts. Our future's eternity might fill with elation From holding the exchange Of something special, … the mere appreciation of a gift..
Standing still head's up Retrospect greatest pitfalls Mass consciousness whim Wandering till dawn Waiting brave for the result Less breathe heartless beat Until the mind soar Now is inexplicable Sufferings indeed People grim anew For the best of all Juries Render canny nod Continued service Captivated voter's wit Last laugh never ends.
I thought of things each day As if they were stream of events Through my mind away More scenes I kept Within my soul blemished Haunted and reminiscent Each action that pricked My inner being in the wilderness Of its fruition bestowed For those who deserved To savor the sumptuous breed Of nature who spoke Within the collective cells That circumscribed The essence of my existence I created everything That pleased and hurt me at once But it was just fragment Of essential things Needed to propel my desires To become who I am And be one with everything.
Marching down life's highway, my feet became very sore I then came upon a sign that read "Heaven's Grocery Store" When I got closer the doors swung open wide Next thing I knew I was standing there inside I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere They handed me a basket and said, "Child shop with care." Everything a human required was in that grocery store With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill For I thought I had everything to do the Master's will As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself Then I asked an angel, "Now how much do I owe?" She smiled and said, "Just take them wherever you may go." Again I asked, "No really, how much do I owe?" "My child," she said, "God paid your bill a long time ago."
I guess it's time to stop asking questions, and start answering them. Wipe away long dead evaporations; mined trails overgrown with new, more current vines. Time to remove the silver duct-tape from the face of killed memory; (the girl in the cavern who sits, wide eyed and bound at her skeletal ankles and wrists at the top of the wicked peak, looking for a way out – her green eyes wild and rolling like thunder and mustangs at the edge of the drop , looking for a way out of this buried-alive, hell) and replace it with white words whispered into my own children's ears. I cannot judge you. Just as I cannot judge her. We are all together in this moment. And although I'd love to be the high and mighty mother who says, "OH! I would never do that to MY kids – never!" I won't. I won't give him the pleasure. The one who turned you to glass; beat you until you were nothing but sunlight in your own mother's memory. She loved me as I love mine (including the young one who waits for her savior with the shining scissors; coming through the dark like rebirth and deliverance; like a cool cloth on a charred brow). So I will plant my Mother's Day lilac tree in her honor – burying the questions, honoring the love we shared and still share. We will leave our judgments at the door and sit beneath its amethyst blooms (my birthstone; your given gift of insight) exalting in the sacred heart of motherhood; laughing until we cry; feeding its deep roots with memory. © Kristin Reynolds 5 9 09 *Dedicated to my Mother this Mother's Day (I hope you are listening...)
I am whatever you say I am... but, let's get back to reality... Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums. A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, "You don't belong!" Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said, "Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone." Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me. I'd say, "no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!" Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real. For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight. Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names. DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate? If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me. We should welcome those who are different than us. Words of truth inspire movement, like fire. I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on. If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License." True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss. I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep
The swordsman who draws his blade Heart racing at the keening of steel on scabbard Tension coiled, poised for the unleashing Held back by muscles tight with glee. I am as the soldier, held in stance, The lioness crouched beneath the concealing grass As it sways back and forth, as insects sing along the day Her every breath is halted, her veins do not pulse, And just as the swordsman stands They are statues in this moment, Statues of derision, Mocking, with their stillness, the very charged tension within. And I am as the lioness frozen before her pounce Coiled with motivation and purpose, And I am as the tongue held with words clinging off its' edge Ready to lash out and strike with direction But I am as the frozen purpose, held tight Waiting, for a warrior to stand before me For a reason to uncoil, to lash out with words and pounce. But I am now as the pen halting before the purest of paper White and supple, in askance for the lightest touch A slash of the tip, drawing lines in ink Lines like a hunter's bowstring, taut with intent, As the pen lies frozen above its prey, the falcon petrified aloft still winds I am the need coiled tight like a wound jack in the box But alas, there is no victim to frighten, No pray to pounce upon, no sword or bared neck to slash against And I am here, with pen frozen, ink ready to be drawn taut And I have nothing to draw in the ink, no prey or purpose to evoke I am coiled tight with energy, but it is release that so eludes me, I am coiled tight with purpose, but it is direction that so denies me. And here I am, pouncing at ground before me, Slicing away at the air around me Scratching away with a dry pen, on paper still white in askance I write about… I write about the coil within, and the lack without And alone I wonder, Is it enough, is it enough to go on, a wound up box Waiting for the slightest touch, the weakest parry, to live.
As I place the pen on paper my soul beings to bleed upon the pages my secret longings hopes and dreams of which I hope to be, how I want to reflect me transpire into the universe within my poetic lyricism the warm sweet smoke of my vega blunt swirls about me, flickers in and out of motion as the vanilla candle nearby fights the shadows in my room the cool summer breeze from my window carries dancing sinsemilla fog around me, allowing my mind to adventure elsewhere into the nights abyss of minutes, turned to hours I write pages, of words scribbling my life, struggles and fears Bob Marley and Lauryn Hills "turn your lights down low" beat inspirational peacefulness on my eardrums my small hands delicately pluck my imaginary guitar strings as I join her in a solo, Miss Hill's magical voice cracks with emotion, and my soul tingles with excitement For creativity flows within my veins I breath real music, such as she, as soon as daylight opens thine dark brown eyes to see The poetic flowetry, carries me and speaks to me the notes capture my inner disturbance and desires until the soundtrack of my day takes me into Summers night thoughts of my dreams of being a published poet clearly float into my sight Then, I sit as I place my pen upon the paper black and white turn to one and my soul bleeds onto pages into an early sun
if he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe like the quintessence of begin? would it live as the moon to the sea – as precise as the art of expanse along kismets journey, and all horizons linear? would it wind-wash and rush my untouched expanse, as a field soft and wild, exhaling through hair? would you hear all of my hurt as it crashes to floors; crashing through my glass floors, formed by years of perfected neglect; (reverberating through centuries of cause and effect) or would it die in my hands; turn to dust at your feet? no. to read his undying words, such as my deepest imaginings can conjure, would be as if the very sun had come to rest beneath my bosom, shining exponentially forth every wish and dream i have ever harbored within the safe haven of my yearnings, since long before the birth of time itself! o', words given from the depths of my hearts deliberate daydreams, from the vastness of your perpetual being, would surely render my mind useless, striking my fluttering body numb, and alive all at once! if my love ever wrote me a love poem, i would answer by way of warm lips on eyelids, (weary from longing and unrequited need) gliding them down his fair face, kissing years of spent tears into the oblivion that is no more (the culmination of death and the sweet realization of answered prayers), and yet i would no sooner ask him to write me a love poem, then I would expose my longing to receive one.
A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.
Strange shadows on these coral walls stay hidden from the setting sun, yet creeping through the shafts of amber light drag behind them to the high parapet a cloak of utter darkness. Fierce defended, now are none: no frightened men to urge the heavy cannon round no shrill alarm or battle cries; the end of this, as every other day has sealed a silence now complete. Once we held here, on this foreign shore, the fortress of our childhood dreams and all the world's assaults seemed nothing then; an ocean breeze would cool the hurt of falling and bring sweet scents to pick us up again. Across the bay the dhows set sail upon a rising tide their canvass spread against the purple sky. We watched their leaving long ago but you are gone away now, gone to sleep and no injured soul so left alone can wait to watch them home again. Yet I will stand, a little or a while, and will not fear cold shadows rising nor while breathing yield the fort to them; in every breach I meet your laughing eyes and feel the warming of remembered suns.
There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as "God's set of rules." There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no "church and state" separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under "suspicion." There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of "tradition." There seems to be a lack of any kind of "spiritual nutrition." There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; "I'm going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday." This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won't you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton
Lord, I Praise And Worship Your Name! Lord, I praise, worship and honor your name! Into my heart… I invite you to rule and reign! Lord, I give you my love and attention! You have set me in a new direction! Lord, it is you that brings a daily reminder… Your grace and mercy is so tender and kinder! Lord, I humbly raise my hands in adoration… And lift you up in worship and exaltation! Lord, Jesus… You are the one I need this day! I appreciate you much more than words can say! Lord Jesus… Thanks for all you've done already. When your trumpet sounds… I want to be ready! Dear Jesus, take my life and my way of living! All that I have… To you I am giving! You are and will always be the one for me! How I long to be with you for eternity! By Jim Pemberton
As I surmise all that is me strewn and cluttered, My conscious lies casually shorn and shuttered, For here lie the spoils of stubborn iniquity, I shuffle and toil, floundering in frailty. Oh what great havoc, what conscious so lewd, Creates such traffic which now spoils the fruit, Of truly righteous deeds committed by a scurrilous man, Of whom I could no better know, no better understand, For this terribly lost and forever forlorn soul, Is none other than me shivering and sniveling so, And as helpless as I suddenly appear to be, I now understand the strength pride provides so easily, For there is purpose in pride, yet none in shame, As ambition carries us blind to who's at blame, And just where is the woe when the devil may care, For we are soon found alone, our conscious left bare, And as I embark into this desolate place, My horrors so dark, my fears crimson in taste, Forward I race into the perilous pit, With none other to blame for this simple life I quit.
Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror... a lost man tormented face red brittle and teared stacking excuses the longer I stare this stress abuses my conscience with a glare a guilty reflection warns my mind is the prison I fear as I long to escape from the hell I dwell in right here who have I become? what have I done right? crossroads appear suddenly as fog fills the mirror tonight darkness owning the room, prefers I suffer slow so I proceed with speed because it's the only way I know tasteless stories flood my life's hard bound chapters while this smeared mirror reflects tears dripping from a face which was once filled with laughter.
Ain't a word, you said. but it takes a daring gust for things start to be.
List of things to do before I fall in love again I allow my mind to take me Into the A wild opened fields where the grass is turning brown in spots ^ There's one Wild flower And Dozens of Scattered pebbles, Under my feet ^ Taunted memories, Bare trees with bend trunks A cool breeze washes my face No more umbrella tree To relief me from Ray of the sun I squint from the sun in my eyes ^ To Think of the ghost in my past Or to deal with the Ray of the sun ^ Lists of things to do before I fall I love again Buried the pain Low the drawbridge or Keep the enemy out ^ I want to be happier Than I've ever been To Fall in love again ^ I buried Painful memories Under the bare umbrella trees
Futility my heart breathes its last breath Embraces its own death Ready to be reborn and made anew Can't live a lie Refuse to "do" and I'll DIE.... Focus now on why I'll live And never touch the sky. I have to forget you I have to reject you But I will never love anyone like I loved you..... I heard you whisper and you never knew it I wiped the tears from your eyes But you couldn't feel it You're lost and you'll never find you And neither will I And I'm so sorry-- but I'm NOT. I'll attempt to reset Try to forget But you know, I never will. Be my dirty little secret My very worst-kept secret Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison My infernal and endless attraction towards complete and utter self-destruction I fell in love with the devil And it will take one heck of an angel To save me from the likes of you.... My addiction my confusion my nightmare my dream never to come true Oh, I'll never forget the times we never shared I'll never forget how you were never there Always me, the stars, and tears And I ask you, what kind of life is THAT? I have to face the facts I don't know what happens now but it happens without you. The stains will always be there the scars will never fade But the memory of you---- it HAS to. I could carry the torch forever But it would only consume me I can't cry another tear for you Or I'll dry up completely It doesn't affect you and you never deserved me You'll go on with your life, too All, all alone Because you'll only ever be in love with you.
When autumn comes to drop it's leaves. Unreconciled, the branches greive. To enter winter's long goodbye. Awaiting spring, again to sigh. Amidst the heat of summer's sun. The planted seed will soon be done. Only the rain of heavens love. Can help the plant rise up above. The seasons we all have to live. Are waisted if we don't forgive. A heart that's full of pain and sorrow. Requires hope to meet tomorrow. When someone needs a helping hand. It's nice when they can join the band. To know that they can sing along. To harmonize in life's long song.
Smokeless inhales hurt. I cough tar on my shirt. As my black lungs breathe, Shrilling exhales wheeze. Cabrona Falls me Down to My knees. The nicotine cracks My will. My composure Spills. I want This. I must Have this. I sink Into The brink Of madness.
They tried to make you go to Rehab... you said... NO! NO!! NO!!! Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab... you wouldn't GO! GO!! GO!!! boo-hoo hot-mess Wine-HORSE
' Raul Moreno, Poet- Sen•sei … ' 56th Senryu Like Marco Polo Haiku Master, Moreno Explores Nature's Show From Magnanimous Me (he! he!) (LOL) Love Your Poetry, Your Poet-Pal, MoonBee
Chain smoke until I'm in care of the CO. There's one left, still. I smoke it really slow. "It's the end," I anticipate As the last inch evaporates. I can't get Over it; It's over before I know it. Butt, I can't quit. I'm possessed with this Obsession; I'm addicted. My lungs have oxygen, Yet I'm suffocating inside. I can't breathe again Without my 'noxide.
The voices matter not what they might say.. Please, toss the scorn and names aside For, who can say, who has the right To be the one, who will decide Who can love...or who is a man? ~ There was a man of whom I speak So like a rose, with gentle hands A butterfly, alone, could safely light upon his palm and want to stay. This man could love a poem Could kiss a baby, could love a song, and still be big and strong He could hear the music, and weep a tear just because of beauty, heard He made a difference, with kindness done until his journey over, and he was gone A stronger man?....there was none ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
< amidst thy shell's core healing of ones soul begins with ......... wholesome cleansing
In my quiet times I often try, To remember places I've been. To recall folk I have passed by, And sights that I have seen. There is nothing wrong with my mind, Sometimes my memory is quite refined. I think it's filled over many a year, With so much junk, nothing seems clear. So, I made up my mind to write it all down, To recall it all caused me to frown It started like I was in the dark, A memory flared, I was in the park. That day in the park was just the lever, I found my mind was as good as ever. Tho' times and places got out of line, I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever! I'm nearly at the end of my story, A journey I'm glad that I took. For my grandsons to read in years to come, I'll call it Granddads Book. © Dave Timperley 2012.
The days pass from tea cup to tea cup in the peaceful silence of a solitary nest. From gentle easy sunrise through sheer white to the subtle fall of accordion night. The echoes of childish laughter tremble across the cracked surface of plaster walls. Random squeaks in oaken floors return the footfall of father, coming and going. Long lost cat's paw prints impress carpet dragons from Shanghai with ghostly ease, and every loved and loving one returns in peace, to rest beneath the tapping fingertips upon a porcelain cup of tea from China.
For my Devonshire To which I dare to aspire I still feel your fire Nay deny that you retire My wish for you to sail higher This many do desire We continue to conspire Father her life is no on the wire I beseech you sire Much love have we all acquired Though her fears may be dire Toss those to the wind With this message I send You are my dear dear friend No matter what end With these words i say again Father she is my friend My true next of kin It's time to see a wind
Have you ever really looked at a tree? Have you ever thought of the ancient roots, Those that support it ... to behold its majesty? The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green, We are again reminded of God's handiwork, When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring. They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose, They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun, Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below. Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown. As winter's cold blasts blow upon them, Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down? Families are a personal and spiritual tree. Their ancient roots so long ago planted, Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty! Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, In every new face God's handiwork, Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives. Time slowly ages each one to their own event, While we who remain here grow and love, Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent. It is the strength of their memories we add to our own, They give us the values, insights, and perspective, Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.
I am looking right at you and you don't even know it. I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff. But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff. Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit. Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. Maybe I'll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff. Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff. Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won't quit. Upside down, Inside or out, I'll throw down. I am the clout. Don't mistake my identity, Either or, it's your eternity. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
In this moment, the present here and now Close to you in my hour of prayer Oh! how I feel the flowing of power In the here and now, thank you for care Your glorious care, power, love, Father You are gentle spirit everywhere You are the great loving choreographer Of lives working everything for good The greatest spirit that is our coacher Thank you loving Father for Son who stood In my stead, bled and was nailed on my wood
Writing is my challenge each day But it's not the words or what to say. It is the connection with other writers here Because I feel I'm not worthy or equal I fear. The talent expressed by so many others Often makes me want to hide under the covers. The gems that are written and ones that I read Are so inspired, personal, and give me a need. That's why I come here every time To see what others have put in their rhyme. Carolyn always has a message for me to ponder And others write things that make me wonder. I often race to the "New Poems" just to see If by some chance there's one by which P.D has destroyed me. And Carol, Bob, Nick, Emily, Wilma, and "the Sweetheart" Write things that sometimes I just can't pull apart. The Doc has written so many things I am amazed sometimes at the thoughts he brings. Others are here who write so well Their words do me so oft compel. For like unto them I want to be Writing words that have meaning for others to see. Will they be worthy I say when I'm done Or will they be read by others, as I've intentioned. You know I feel so many emotions just now Because of all these writers, I just don't know how. For they are a driving force for me And part of my challenge each day is to make them see. That because of them I have to write Sometimes into the wee hours of the night. To pick a favorite writer is...well a difficult choice So I pick them all, because they shout with one voice. "Write, you fool, then write some more" Words I hear and cannot ignore. So I choose them all...all here in this group The ones who have made me hungry for Soup. There, I've said it...and you know that's not in haste The Soupers that are here are the best of all to taste.
The Bible Is The Inspired Word of God! I heard someone say "the Bible was written by man." But there's a truth I don't think he understands. God used man to simply be an "inspired instrument." This was more than some type of "experiment." God used many different people from various places. He used them from both the Jewish and Gentile races! Though the words spanned a long period of time… They were written with all of us in mind! It was as if God himself had taken the pen. He spoke directly through different men. All of the books are together with a common goal. To bring the words of God to the common soul. I would encourage to read the Bible for your direction. Allow God's words to daily be your inspiration! Won't you read from Genesis through Revelation? You can learn about God's gift of salvation! The Bible speaks of God's love and holiness too! And speaks to the heart of how much HE LOVES YOU! You can also learn about eternity in a heavenly mansion! Your life can receive a blessed "abundant life expansion!" Through the words of Christ, you'll be blessed! As you find in him a comfort and a haven of rest! I invite you to read and apply God's truth today! And be transformed by what he really has to say! By applying Biblical principles in how you're living! You'll be blessed by the awesome words God is giving! By Jim Pemberton
I once heard a saying, that the happiest people are the saddest Shining because they've seen the darkest Like the lotus that grows out of mud Or the rotting stump that bears a bud.. You never know what troubles the mind So be careful with words unkind The glowing person just beside you Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo Most people struggle everyday Souls burdened with decay.. I guess it takes a lot of courage To act normal with that damage Hard to believe that under the surface Lives a soul with no purpose A cry for help won't be any crisper Listen to the their inner whisper..
I'm So Thankful That Christ Saved Me! I'm so thankful that Christ chose to save me! I'm grateful for the life that he gave me! I'm so thankful for extending his warm embrace! And for planting my life on a solid place! I'm so thankful for all that God is doing! His spirit in my life is what he is renewing! I'm thankful for the opportunity to be one of his own! I ask for his blessing in my life and home! I'm forever grateful for his sacrifice on the cross! He is my hope! When all seems hopeless and lost! Thank you my Lord for being so gracious to me! You have given me your grace abundantly! Thank you Jesus for being my friend! How I love you again and again! You are the one that I cherish and adore! You've given me hope and peace and so much more! By Jim Pemberton
My '90 Dodge Daytona sat Broken down On Horseblock Road. We hitchhiked east To Kelly's induction, Embarrassingly tardy. The trucks were leaving Ashes were spreading And 16 people stood Broken down Outside the service. Sean, Laura and I approached. We made 19 Peers in formal wear Feuding for space Between 2 cars. Packed with living friends, We found our way back home. Sean's flag stood through his window, Guiding and mediating, So nowadays I try to reason with atheists. I'll never forget returning to my Dodge. It started and drove without a flaw, And I felt like I had aced a test.
I'm Agonizing every Word that my mind Creates You've done this all to me release your wrath to Me You wonder How much a Human Heart can take I've reached the limit You've invaded me on every level none of this is Mine anymore I can't bleed enough for You We're through This, This Torture Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You Feel Free to abuse If it's you I won't lose The Winds push away The Vines pull forth I'm at a lose on what to do So very lost and Confused Don't say we're through Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You I Hate you ...Don't leave me I push you so far away But need you so close I'm on the edge you're all I really need I'll do anything Just don't Abandoned me leaving has it's toll Homicidal With You Suicidal Without You
From The Time After God's Creation… From the time after God's beautiful creation… Between man and God… Sin has caused a separation! When God looked down upon all of mankind. Fellowship with man was what he had in mind! We were all created to bring honor to his name. But sin has brought much wickedness and shame! Sin has created an enormous "moral cavity." Mankind has reached an "immoral depravity!" Through God's son, a way has been made. His life for yours, on Calvary, was paid! Though mankind sinned, God didn't forget us! Jesus is here right now! He never left us! Through Christ' blood, our lives can be cleansed! A new life in Christ is where victory begins! Won't you come to the Lord who created you? It is no secret how much he loves you! Won't you come? Why there's still time? God has a purpose and a plan with you in mind! His grace and love can change you throughout! Knowing Jesus is what true life is all about! By Jim Pemberton
The simultaneous effect of two glances across the last remaining distance between them Then when first they met Now when they are apart Each carrying within the beat of the other's heart
Written in honor of Black History Month-February 2010- I have a dream…… That there will be no more labels of "Black" or "White" That people will come home to their families and relax at night I have a dream…… That no one will second guess, because of my skin color, my character That I will never in my life hear the words, "Nigger" or "Cracker" I have a dream…… That should I marry a black woman it will be totally acceptable in society That people of all races would not be judged by their tastes in variety I have a dream……. That if I have a bi-racial child he or she will be accepted by their peers That they'll be given an equal chance to pursue their choice of careers I have a dream……. That more leaders, like Dr. Martin Luther King will be raised That the tragedy of his death would be erased I have a dream……. That all races will stand hand-in-hand, until the "Twelfth of Never" That people in the world would become color- blind, forever I have a dream…… But….this is more than a dream to me I pray that I may awake and find these things have become reality!!!
I Exalt You, My God! I will exalt you! My God and king! And worship your name above EVERYTHING! Forever and ever I will bless your name! Your goodness in my life, I seek to obtain. Every day I will bless your name forever. Your path of righteousness, I choose to endeavor! Great is the Lord! Your greatness is unsearchable! You rule by your word… Your divine principle… One generation will praise your works to another. And shall declare your awesome deeds together! I will speak of the honor of your majesty. Not to do so, would be a "spiritual tragedy." Men shall speak loudly of your awesome acts. What you do, I neither question or ask. I will declare my God's greatness each day. And will listen to the words he has to say! He rules the earth and heavens above. All of creation declares his great acts of love! Won't you listen to God's humble plea? Knowing how much he loves you and me? He has a purpose for me and you that is evident. And offers to all… Eternal life in a heavenly residence! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 145:1-6
Tomorrow's times are in these eyes of mine. Away and far my world shall part. The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep. The Sun will rise as my days still come, The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun. Tomorrow's times are in these days of mine. Far and gone my world shall bond. The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine. Tomorrow's times are in these thoughts of mine. Gone and here my world shall fear. The Lands will separate the world by Sea, And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be. Tomorrow's times I know are mine. Here it is that I fear I'm near. My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight, And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light. ®Registered: Ann Rich 1998
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This Load I Carry… Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a "bumpy" road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught "unaware…" The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I'll try to stay on a path that is "safe" and "secure." There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a "flurry." During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father's eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He's there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He's also my guiding light… I am most certain! The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He's brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton
I wanted, to touch you in a way that melts your soul, but you pulled away I wanted, to be your shelter to protect you from the storm, but you invited the rain I wanted, to be your desire, all your fantasies untold, but you allowed yourself to stray I wanted, to be your protector to keep you safe from harm, but you pushed me aside I wanted, to be all that you've been looking for but you never unlocked the door I wanted, to make you see, you can be anything you want to be, but you just couldn't hear me I wanted, to pick you up and carry you through all the struggles and all the pain but you laughed at the thought I wanted, to show you that I'm stronger than you think but you closed your eyes I wanted, to provide anything that you needed but you denied me once again, I wanted, to talk to you about the future we could hold but you turned on the radio, to try to tune me out I wanted, to love you with such a passion so fierce and so true, but you said with so much anger I deserve better than you, I wanted, to make you see what I see when I'm looking at you, but you broke the mirror what can I do? I wanted, to write you a beautiful love letter but the words wouldn't rhyme and it, wouldn't touch you the way I'd want it to I wanted, to sing you a song that would make you cry inside yourself but you wouldn't listen, because the wall you've built around yourself is almost impossible to climb, I'd like to try...
' Devonshire and Fraser … ' 44th Senryu Some Poems, Highland Fling Kilt-Clad-Portrait, Scotland's Theme The Laird of Sweet-Dreams Devonshire, The Dove A Vision Of Light and Love Highland, Speaks Well Of … Together They Write All Combinations Delight Deep Thinkings, With Might For: The Dynamic-Duo of Poetry Soup James Fraser and Carolyn Devonshire – ( 2 Scoops) You're In My Must Read Group … Your Poet-Friend, The MoonBee
Lord, I believe in You and myself, With You I can do almost anything. Even if I'm overweight... I believe You'll keep me alive until the day You want me back home with you. I'm sorry for my sins And all of us are imperfect humans: Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves, And everything else you hate. So please forgive all of us and open the gate To Your Heavenly Kingdom. Have Your Son save us all. Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You And Your Promise for Eternity, But Your Son's words reassure me. I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation, But remember You'll keep me safe If I just forever keep my faith.
God Beautifully Created Us! God beautifully created us with unique features. Because of sin, we've become fallen creatures. God deigned us to have fellowship with him! But that was broken, on account of SIN! God formed us out of the dust of the ground… His wonderful creation was made all around! God had a purpose and a plan in mind. He wanted to be a part of mankind. This was broken because of Adam and Eve's fall. But through Christ… He's made a way after all! Through Christ we have access to God's throne. He died for us so we can make heaven our home! His gift of mercy is for all to receive! Won't you accept him? And believe? By Jim Pemberton
I searched for adventure A time or two In my mind I forgot I needed you Now I see That I was wrong I truly loved you All along With all we went through And all we have done I couldn't see That you were the one My soul was stored Locked up until last night You released it When you held me tight Now I remember Our passion so true My heart yours forever My love is renewed For Dave
A Mother's Love… How precious is the love of a mother's heart! Even as a child… It's there from the start. A mother's love knows no boundary or limit. It's often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can't be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a "guiding force…" Even if her children's lives stray "off course." I'm thankful for the love my mother's given… It's surely influenced the way I've been livin'! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I'm so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton
generic minds listen to generic music have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive watch generic things talk about generic things gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease better get your flu shot thats what they said to me a suicidal vaccine a subliminal killing spree its contagious and the outrageous thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye that they didn't even know they had it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians inside the looking glass with nightmares of being free without a key to their mind for it is trapped in the frequency in the illusion of time bathed in our universe killing all that refuse to see those that admit to hypocracy or see the message in hip hop how cant you see the message in the lyrics that bring adolescents to their knees from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh contradicting that they're the best but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest that they dont wanna go home that they should ride alone with the gat as their only companion and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain they realize that the music itself is ashamed so whats to look up to when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious so when youre screaming oh please close your eyes and bring your mind to life open your eyes for the first time and never wonder why since the answer this entire time has been inside and you better find it before you die you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others a buncha brothers missing their mothers but only seeing strangers only feeling the haters wishing they would have used their minds when they had them and now its too late, now it's time for another new born fate to grab them
Loyalty One self Virtuous Eternity
Once again as my pen fails the page In a humble but sincere effort To honor my loving sage As I ponder and attempt to deduce In a low, soft chuckle, "more than words" My rhetorical excuse By function; words exact, color and define And with Webster's sword levied I chase Definition of you into the sublime Concept, newly born of insight and ash Presents no attempt at justice So its fate is sealed to trash And alas, as a thousand times tense I seek to corral feelings By pen within paper fence For moment's sake, suppose these words I cannot cage I humbly offer in place of love song The feelings that surround this page
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April seven is joined together in two special ways My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day In so many ways, they remind me of each other For each one has the heart and soul of a mother Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart Although, each one holds a completely different part Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream Carol's beautiful heart was able to help me to see Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be Two very different women with two similar souls Played significant roles in my reaching my goals One helped me piece together my shattered heart The other helped me keep it from falling back apart I think I'm truly about as lucky as any man can be There are so many different people care about me Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup I'm lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say This is the highest complement I could ever pay To be written alongside a poem with my wife Means "I Love & Respect" every drop of your life You're the very first to have landed in this spot Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot April seventh I'll proudly find my knee's and pray You'll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone who knows how much I love, admire, and adore my wife; knows that for me to place someone in a poem alongside her, is the highest complement I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love, friendship, support and prayers you have given me over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.
What Is This Church All About? Is this church meant for people like me? Is this where God really wants me to be? They claim to be filled with God's spirit. When it comes to HIS truth... Can they give it? I'm sure there's many who come and attend It's more than "church on Sunday," that we must spend! We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed! After all, Christ gave us his very best! May we all preach the gospel and God's holiness! And strive to seek his awesome righteousness! Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience! Not simply based on our "ambitious self appearance." God isn't interested in a denomination or a title… He wants to know… Do we really believe the Bible? He's not interested in the money put in the offering plate. He wants to know; "Are you ready to enter heaven's gate?" May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion! And be filled with his holiness and compassion! May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession! And making our commitment to him, our #1 possession! "Unless the Lord builds the house." They labor in vain that build it! Let's seek the power of God! May his presence completely fill it!! By Jim Pemberton
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
The Beach of Promises 1. Fingers entwined, barely touching, turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes, strolling along that serene deserted beach, our promised dreams within aching reach. 2. Hands clasped, holding on, sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck, walking together, alone, vowing to never breach, the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach. 3. Hands in my pockets, alone, traces of you linger, teasing, lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach, my thoughts ablaze, now and then, catching a whiff of your fragrance, wafting through alleyways of nostalgia, your hand in mine on our pristine beach.
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face, A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race, N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace, I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase, C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace !!
Our Country's Soul Is Being "Torn Apart" The very soul of America is being "torn apart." It's a problem that's striking at our very heart. There's a "blowing wind." A "time for change." As the country's moral fabric is being "rearranged." As many question what the true meaning of life is for… Many don't seem to know what's wrong or right anymore! As so much pornography is allowed into our homes… The moral decay is "eating" right at "the bones." Many have a hard time "defining what marriage is." So many are really "messed up" in how they live! The news seems to be "fascinated" by man's depravity… Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous "moral cavity." Many who attend church want what's "soothing to their ears." A God of holiness and righteousness is what they "fear!" As we look around as to what our society is becoming… God's judgement is soon! It is surely coming! We must come back and leave all of our "false idols!" We must come back to the God of the Bible! Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds! It's only in him can we find true love for our minds! It's only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning! It's only in him that we need to put our trust and start believing! He is and always will be the right choice to be taken… Without him, our country's is "doomed and forsaken." He brings healing and righteousness "beneath his wings… He is what we truly need! He is our EVERYTHING! By Jim Pemberton
The Day My Uncle Died... I was thinking about the smile on my uncle's face…. This was a before he would "leave this place." I'll never forget the words shortly before he died. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better." I never received another phone call or even a letter. A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral. But it was also him who received a burial. I was shocked and amazed as to what happened. The events took place. There was no way I could "stop them." Memories I had were from many years ago. I often think about him. And I do miss him so! I suppose many don't take the time to realize... How quickly life passes... Then someone dies. Perhaps there's someone in your life you can think of… There's been a situation that you're embarrassed to "speak of/" A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken. And soon your relationship has been "broken." This may be a good time with this person to spend. Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend." Everyone is important to God who reigns above. We need to be filled with his mercy and love. The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear... The days are short... Our journey's end is so near! May God speak to our heart and help us to see... Where will you and I be spending our eternity??? By Jim Pemberton
I just wanted to let you know That I have this love for you... Although I'm not fast to show For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do And I can't control this love No matter what I try to do... While I know our lives are separating Which has got me pretty blue I just want you to know How much I love you... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved Oh how I still see you every night in my mind You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find And when my eyes would fall upon your smile My heart would be put on trial And so if nothing else, I want to let you know That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat For you, won't ever slow... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved So I wish you happiness beyond compare And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare Caring, passionate, smart, and loving From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving You will always be in my heart No matter where we go, how far we drift apart... Goodbye My Love...
Many In Church Don't Know of God's Power! There's many people who attend church on Sundays. And yet don't really understand what God's word says! Many get excited when the church has a "coffee hour." But few really have a desire to experience God's power! Prayer time is too often just a few words that are said. They sing a good tune, but many are "spiritually dead." An evangelist comes to town, and many rush to see him! It's almost like they want to "bow down" before him! I'm not here to look for a preacher to get me "excited." I want to experience the power of God, that he's provided! If I need a drive thru restaurant, I don't need a church to do it! When it comes to knowing God's power… Many refuse it! It's only the power of the Lord Jesus, that can raise the dead! It's only through knowing his word, that we can truly be fed! If you want someone to stroke you ears, you'll find them! Many will say what you want to hear! You probably know them! But if you really want the power of God to really change you! You need to seek his presence! And allow it to touch you! If you can't find it in a church building, get into a prayer closet! There's a move of God that's stirring! But many have lost it! Seek the Lord while he may be found! And enter into his presence! The Holy Spirit wants to fill you with power! And is omnipresent! Please come Lord Jesus, and forgive us of our sinful living! May we enter your courts with a heart of praise and thanksgiving! We need you Lord Jesus! May we lift your name up higher! And seek to be filled with your Holy Ghost' fire! By Jim Pemberton 10/09/13
I Went to Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and heard a lesson… I felt like I was almost in a "delicatessen." A "menu" was served, with a "meal" given. And a "pep talk'" on "how good we're livin'! We were asked to shake a hand, "and meet a friend." "But don't say anything that may offend!" Our comfort was sought after, with "love" in mind! We were taught to be "considerate and kind!" We sang a few songs, and raised a few hands… And got up and down, all through the stands! A pastor spoke a message, he wanted to be taught. A "feel good" message is what he sought! How many "feel good" messages do we need? In what direction does this church want to lead? Is it one that doesn't have a fear of God, from within? Is this a place where one can find freedom from sin??? We need more than a Sunday lesson, to change this nation! We need God's power! With Holy Ghost conviction! We need pastors that are on fire, with a passion and zeal! And the believe that Christ' coming is very real! May there be a new focus, of Christ' death on the cross! And much more emphasis on reaching the lost! Going to church On Sunday, doesn't mean a thing… If living 100 percent for Jesus, doesn't mean anything! May your church on Sunday be stirred from above! And be filled with God's power, his holiness and love!!! By Jim Pemberton
Let's praise the Lord! All you people of the land! Let's praise him with every Instrument we have on hand! Let's shout praises to his wonderful name! A message of rejoicing, we need to proclaim! Let's come before him, with love from our hearts! This is where a victorious life really starts! Let's bring him our thanks and appreciation! And sing of his tender mercy and wondrous salvation! Let's bring him a heart filled With hope and cheer! The coming of the lord, is so very near! We bless the father, the spirit and son! Through the blood of Jesus, we have overcome! By Jim Pemberton
God gave me talents and abilities to use! The love he blessed me with. I wouldn't refuse! I wanted to use what was given. I really did! I had no idea this would change how I live! I spoke to the Lord with a heart felt confession. Using my God given talent was my obsession! People from church listened. It didn't seem to matter. There was too much "business", "gossip" and "chatter" I talked to the pastor about the desire I had on my heart. I could tell he didn't care… Right from the start! In my efforts to serve God, I most certainly tried. There were many nights I laid awake and cried! In my efforts to use God's talents, I often felt alone. I didn't want to go anywhere. I stayed at home. I wanted to give to others, the love God gave to me! But I was alone now… It was so plain to see! The many from church that I thought were my "friend." Would often criticize me again and again! They told me that I wasn't good at what I wanted to do. "How could God use somebody like you???" God picked me up when I felt very discouraged and down… He filled me with his spirit. His presence was all around! He took my futile efforts to use me any way he could. Everything I was going through... He understood!. I've been able to share his mercy and love that he's given! His power and grace have changed how I'm livin'! I don't need others "permission" for the talents I received. His will in my life is what I aim to achieve! His word and love have blessed me within! I'll do anything for my savior and friend! By Jim Pemberton
God Will Take Care Of You! Whatever struggles or trials you're going through. God has already promised to take care of you! Whatever situation you're in... Maybe there's "no way out." God remains faithful! This is what he's all about! Perhaps it seems like all you've tried has failed you! God is here right now! His works surround you! The situations in life that you may face you… God is there! He is powerful and he loves you! Won't you invite him in, to take control? And allow his peace and joy to fill your soul? Everything that you need! He has provided! His desire to help you, has already been decided! You can trust him to take care of your problems! Whatever they are… He can solve them! God's word remains solid and is a true foundation! His words speak peace to any difficult situation! The awesomeness of God rings loud and clear! He's here to help! He's always near! He's someone you can give your trust and believe in! His blessings in your life... You can receive them! He's here right now … Won't you call on his name? With him in your life… Things will never be the same! He'll bring sweet peace and joy deep within. He will always be the one you can truly depend! All praise, glory and honor to God above.! Please touch us with your mercy, grace and love! By Jim Pemberton
God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason! God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason! As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons! We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things… Often not realizing what the future of life brings! As kids, we often share whatever life may give us! And stick together, no matter what trials may face us! But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways. And lose any contact with each other for countless days! I've seen all kinds of things tear families all apart. Often, there's some kind of unforgiveness of the heart! If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation… May you seek Jesus for a Godly reconciliation! As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer! Where two or three are gathered… God is there! Just think about what the family unit has become! The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one! Getting along as a family, is more than just a "feeling!" The blood of Christ needs to bring an "inner healing!" The family that each of us have, may not be here tomorrow! Are you one who's holding on to bitterness and sorrow? May the words of Christ help us all to get along! That through HIM, our families will be STRONG! By Jim Pemberton 10/20/13
A Dark Fairytale As I was chained, I breathe in. As I was burned, I breathe out. As I was cut, I looked down. As I was broken, I looked up. As I was destroyed, I closed away. I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair. To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained. Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared. Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended. Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded. Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance. I was held once more, and my soul emerged. I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank. I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation. And before I could run away once more, I was trapped. Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don't want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious. I've forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways. Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air. For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I'll become everything you want and then more, I'll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need. My sweet Knight.
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We Need God Back Into Our Schools! There are some trying to remove God from this nation! They do is under; "a church and state separation." For many years, God was taught in our schools! Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it's rules! As so many young people look to fill life's "void." They try many things that they think they'll enjoy! Rather than having God's word to obey and live by. They choose the kind of life that they will die by! Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds. Are what is now filling so many young people's minds! Read the headlines! Many young people are stressed out! Yet our government can't seem to figure it out! Another shooting… Another act of violence appears! While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared! The answer is not more money to solve their problem! No matter how much the government tries to solve them! Let me give you answer. It's called "read the Bible 101!" It's time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son! Our young people need God brought back into their life! And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife! Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking! Only he can give anyone a life that's everlasting! Please come Lord Jesus! And heal the wounded hearts! It's everyone one of us, that it needs to start! No court or school can separate God's love for you and me! Where will you spend your eternity? By Jim Pemberton 10/24/13
They are bound to the Earth like trees Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen Hoping that one day someone will see: They can't escape with lacerated wings The ocean surrounds me, covering everything Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find I can't escape with lacerated wings. Swarms of nets, waves of screams Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams The mask has be seared - The truth now they see The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings There's reasons for your rejections: Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression The scars are too deep to pass the trials But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings
(Dedicated to Folake) Your eyes, woman are like twilight rainbow amorously bearing aloft passions of mine toward androcytic ecstacy. They tell of endless lights. Night skies clarion the warmth of you keep me balled-up till i am tilted to your adorned essence. May I call up words to adore you, agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers unsandalled before you like Moses at the burning bush. And now you seem to fall asleep but you tell me it's the heavy night bidding toward a sunny dawn wherein our love is lighted. Slowly I let you fall asleep impatient with the long night waiting to gaze once more into the eyes of my lovely love. Then a lip is placed on yours and you rouse up wide-eyed smiling at my romantic move. We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
At Church, We Talked About the Holy Spirit! At church, we talked about the Holy Spirit. And discussed how to be guided by it! We discussed scripture and God's power! And how we need his spirit... This hour! We learned about how the Holy Spirit moved long ago. And how we need it now! To nourish our soul! It seemed like no matter what we decided We knew the spirit's power has been provided! Rather than just all of us talking about it... Isn't it about time, that we really experience it? The disciples of the Bible were empowered from on high! They boldly proclaimed God! And were not shy! It's almost like the church today is somewhat defeated! Because the Holy Spirit's work isn't completed! How can anyone experience the Holy Spirit within? When so many hang on to unrepentant sin??? If you're one, who's hanging on to a denomination... Is God's spirit part of your life's foundation??? Won't you take the time to wait on the spirit's presence! God is powerful! And is loving and omnipresent! Talk is cheap! Submission to God's spirit is the key! To help you in life! And give you the victory! Won't you come now? And enjoy the spirit's fullness? It will bring you joy! And complete wholeness! By Jim Pemberton
I'm often repeated and hardly defeated Could be good, bad or ugly it all depends on what you make of me I run a full course when fully encrypted I am Habit I can make you soar sky high As well as fuel your eyes to cry Can lead you to great profit or lay you down underneath Its still me Habit A friend to both the achiever and mediocre The very small stream that makes a river What's your flavour? I make and mar Can keep you redundant or take you far Call me Habit Be firm with me and you'll achieve a great feat Be easy with me and you'll be wasted six feet
Mercy Rewrote My Life! My life was rewritten by God's mercy divine! He took away my sins and cleansed my mind! I was totally changed by his awesome power! His word is renewing me each day and hour! He reached out and touched me, when no one else could! All of my burdens and problems... He understood! He strengthens my body with his love and healing! I wake up each day with a "brand new feeling!" I thank the lord for everything he's given! I'm a new person and my sins are forgiven! My life is rewritten. The past is washed clean! Christ is my righteousness! My everything! I'm so grateful for him and all that he's done! All glory and honor to God's precious son! The joy he's given. I'll no longer hide! Because of God's mercy.. I'm on the winning side! By Jim Pemberton
You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui
Green bark a prism creates, Feel the pull of earth, you must. Rotates, a slime of endless hates, Can hold me not, this world's crust. Friendship's ties, isolation Deflates, Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust. Mist, my soul forever permeates, Lift-off, booms the rocket's thrust. My spirit when light returns, elates, Swamps swell, swallowed hope's swirling dust. Trapped, I am, until student from fate Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
I am practicing with my intent at hand Past the clouds of confusion that try to engulf my thoughts Sensible to the moral of the insensible Gathering the gladiators of the intellect They're boundless in spiritual nature I have fought back in the foggy fields and never truly faltered This intractable ascent beckons my drive further The nature of understanding the minds voices They call to reach at times with a melodious character Keeping at pace this time so measured that I occupy Knowingly If I should hear its doubt cast its calling My focus shall be wasted and bewildered So I autodidact my philological mind in the lesson of will Reaching the steps of change within reason Never to forsaking the trip (Inspired by "In search of the human mind contest" ) By The rambling poet (Determination)
Living A Lifestyle That the Bible Forbids… I know of someone living a lifestyle that the Bible forbids. He told me; "how dare anyone tell me how I should live!" He added; "what I do is no one else's business but my own." "No one can ever tell me what I do in my home!" When given scripture that clearly forbids what he's doing… It's the backward kind of life… That he's choosing! He claims Jesus is his lord, in spite of his moral depravity. It's like he has, in his body, an "infected cavity." God gave to us his word, with his holy instructions! If we don't obey, it'll lead to our spiritual destruction! It doesn't matter if 10,000 churches say that it's o.k. to do! God requires a righteous and holy way of living, for me and YOU! There are choices we all have, that are to be made! Are you going to be victorious in Christ? Or sin's slave??? Have you thought about living for Jesus? And what it cost? If we're not sacrificing our lives for him, we're forever lost! If you're one who's caught up into a life filled with perversion… May I introduce you to the blood of Jesus? And a righteous conversion? God gave to each of us, HIS rules and commandments to live by! It's either God's rules, or man's, that you'll either live or die by! Won't you choose a life that God has chosen to give you? He created mankind! It's no secret how much he loves you! The opportunity is here! It may never come again! Won't you let the power of Jesus break the bondage of sin? Jesus can set you free! Won't you let him help you? He's patiently waiting… Just because he wants to! By Jim Pemberton 10/07/13
Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and "o.k." As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: "YOU MUST be born again." Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. "Be ready for my coming" is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton
Where were you when my world fell apart? The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled. All had been done and all had been said. And ripped to shreds was my beating heart. Even the Seas began to part. And the Mountain tops spread. I lay there completely dead. Even the Stars I could not chart. If only you knew, If only you were there, If only you had a clue! If only life had been fair! I'd turn the clocks back, Still standing dead in my track!
Those in glass houses shall never throw stones or run naked at daytime *I must give thanks to my friend B.B. for inspiring me to provide you with the PG description of his depravities
Man's Corruption... God's Redemption! The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption. That's why God has offered us, his redemption! The heart is desperately wicked above all things. There's an evil corruption that sin brings! The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways. He watches our lives, all of our days! There's nothing good in ourselves. Not now, or ever! Without God's mercy... We're doomed forever! But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan! He made this available to every woman and man! His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear! The coming of Jesus Christ, draws ever so near! We can trade our sinful corruption, for a new way of living! Won't you come before the Lord, with a heart of giving? Giving our life to Jesus, is the best thing to do! By his power and grace, you can be made BRAND NEW! I'm thankful for his salvation! Mercy has been applied! Because of Christ' death on the cross… I'm now sanctified! By Jim Pemberton
the tsunami struck with the entire world watching the judgement of God the radiation that they always knew was there silently rages it's time for prayer for the people over there humble one's self it's time for hero's knowing they will not live yet they bravely give the sacrifice's ordinary men will make will save their nation
Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Overcoming Evil With Good... "Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." This verse from scripture is often misunderstood. Many tend to "get back" at someone who's "wronged them." Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend. You cannot fight evil with evil-- this isn't God's plan! His concept of love and mercy-- you need to understand. Remember the words Jesus said in the beatitudes. Perhaps this can stop any "revengeful attitudes." You were called to be holy-- with Godliness in mind. To be filled with his mercy... being gentle and kind. Rise above whatever evil may come your way/ Overcome by doing this with God's goodness... today! Allow the cross of Christ to be lifted up in your life. Allow his spirit to remove all malice, bitterness and strife. A compassionate and loving person in you... others will see! What you do today--will impact your eternity! An overcomer of evil is often difficult to do. Obey and trust God-- He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton Rom. 12:21
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
Tolerance and love is preached… But, at what price? Too often we forget about Jesus' sacrifice! His death was because our sin counted against us. He died on the cross because he truly loves us! How dare we "cheapen" his work on the cross! In today's "political correctness.." We have lost! In the love and acceptance, we call it "inclusion." This has led many into a serious "confusion." Many want the loving side of God. I can't blame them! But those who seek his holiness… Can you name them? God is a God of love. But he requires holy living too! This is not a request but a command me and you! If it's tolerance and love you want… Look no more! You'll be able to find it washed up on sin's shore! The people of Israel wanted "free love." Look what it got them! Being slaves and captives, is what it taught them! God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire! Living a righteous life is what he really desires! "Without holiness… No man shall see him." That's why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him! Won't you allow your sins to be totally forgiven? Only Jesus can change the way you've been livin'! He gives eternal life to those who diligently seek him! The choice is yours to repent and receive him! By Jim Pemberton
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new Always living from my heart not knowing what else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is just the case, people would walk over me like I was their dirty used up suitcase. Now I feel a newness coming, like a light shining from the sky, colors fill my world and I know I am blooming into a butterfly. Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming My faith leads me where I need to go giving me insight and wiseness for only me to know. I have not done this on my own you see I have been guided by God and Angels on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at it's best comes from a wise lady who seems to know me best. Lucky, I am to have her in my life, she always shoots it straight and tells me like it is, knowing her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith.. I feel like flying through the sky or climbing a tree way up high. I feel like observing the world just like a brand new butterfly so as I Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside a touch of color here a touch of color there makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly... Written By: Christina A McCullouch 04/09/2013
Attunement at its best Be to hell go the rest
Jesus... The Living Water Jesus is the living water which can satisfy. HE is the oasis in a land barren and dry. Only HE can bring true satisfaction deep within. HIS living water can break the bondage of sin. He awaits you with his love and grace. His living water shall fill your "empty space." You were made according to his design. He created this world with you in mind. Come and drink of his water that only he can give. Taste of his everlasting love each day that you live. NOW is the day of salvation... please don't delay! Listen to the words Jesus has to say. His promises are forever, steadfast and true. It is no secret of how much he loves me and YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Are You Happy With the Life You Have? Are you truly happy with the life you have? Or have you been discouraged and sad? Have the things in life brought you contentment? Or are you one who's often filled with resentment? The feelings you have, and the ambitions inside… Is there some trouble that you're trying to hide? Everything you have… God has given to you! His promises are true! And he'll never fail you! The happiness you may be seeking, you can find in him! You can find peace, hope and satisfaction within! Christ can bring a healing that you won't find! Won't you give him a chance? While there's still time? What profits a man if he gains the world, or loses his soul? Jesus loves you so much! More than you'll ever know! The opportunity is here, for you to take! Won't you give God a chance? For heaven's sake? By Jim Pemberton 10/14/13
I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation of words cascading from a nebulous eye Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky, and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry fills a churning void where novels cannot wade, Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever careering from caustic career path to another new low, Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving's counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. Praise no other; I am poetry.
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God Gave Me A Talent… I Didn't Use It! God gave me a talent, but I chose to refuse it. I had it… But didn't want to use it! God also gave me the ability to use what was given. But it just "didn't fit in" with my style of livin'! The talent he gave, he wanted for me to share... Although I went to church… I just didn't care! I was like someone who "buried the talent in the ground." When God came looking… I was nowhere to be found. I was embarrassed of what he gave and ashamed. I didn't want to talk about Jesus, or mention his name… I wanted to be careful of who was my friend. If I were to use God's talent, I may easily "offend." We all have talents. God's given them to each one. He's given to us his spirit and Christ Jesus his son! All that we need to accomplish his purpose and goal… He wants to use us! He loves us more than we know! Will you "bury" the talents that God's given to you? Or will you just "turn your back" like others do? He has a divine will for us all. A purpose and plan! He waits for you… With an outstretched hand! Won't you allow him to use you HIS way? Please do it now! Listen to what HE has to say! HIS blessings in your life is for you to receive! Reach out to him now! Trust and believe.! By Jim Pemberton
I am the face of misery My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring, The years are written in the same Lugubrious, nostalgic grey How can it be the author to blame? I cannot scream this all away… Burn nor Bleed this all away… To Death I am Ordained Lacuna ever growing With Velvet sheets of life flowing Aeons apart of my "royalty" Under the mask the cannot see... Can you dispel this tragedy: Antigone - Epiphany failing If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone No words of hope No words of hate Do I have Lenore to send to me: The sordid child of Thebes Caught In the longest nightmare life - the slowest way to die I know this is my life But I'm not under control under the mask the will see Just Another Human If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone If it must be… Then just kill me, (Antigone) sing me out of reality; I wear this dissonant crown of shame (Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane (Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame The sordid child of Thebes, This is me, Antigone Can you dispel my life; this tragedy? Can you control the storm in my mind? I'm asking you: can you rid me Of The Curse of Antigone?
I wake on the sand Right near the beach You have yet to awake Far out of reach And Daybreak has arrived A beauty unlike any other Comparable only to us, girl And how we love each other So I gaze up alone Marveling up at the sky The warmth of the sun Drying my eyes I'm reflecting on us Oh how each other we trust I'm just so happy we're together And I think to myself, Just as this sun, we'll last forever Then returning to be with you I lay again now Place my hand gently On your warm tender shoulder While I think of our lives today, love And how they'll be when we're older... I know there'd be no other way So "I Love You" I make sure I say To you, each and everyday
It is crystal clear and right in front of you. Mixed and matted in a haze so very clear. Little spots and little dots are floating near. They get closer and closer to pass through. Once inside, new thoughts begin to spew. Some are of joys and some you will fear. Be rest assured most will make you cheer. When it leaves there will be many a clue. The day will set, And night will fall, This sign you get. It's a name you call. So wake up and be clean and keen, See the unforgettable as the unseen.
I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans Mali went home to lay down just before this rain started spinning this old man's mind back into a dream so I pulled my wood flute from my dirty red bandanna and played it softly as I learned to sing the blues didn't hear the words or see the lies just held Mali's hand in mine We must have sung every song this grand-pa knew Dreaming is just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing means everything because this life it ain't free And feeling good was so easy, Lord, Till I sang the blues In real life feeling good was good enough for me From her fast track to play time, she loved laying in the sun That's where we could discuss the secrets in our souls Through clear and stormy weather, arguments and the fun Yeah, this blue eyed baby girl kept grampa from the cold On a clear day near Amplatz, Lord, I felt her slip away You knew she went to look for her Big Bro, I know Liam found her I'd gladly trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday If I could be holding that precious Mali on my knee To remember is yet another word in this life some must lose Dreams, hope and deep faith that's what Mali left me Speak often to all who cross and you will realize who is free Learning this together was good enough for me and Mali McGee
I can't believed I Missed all the Signs That You gave me! I know now that I can't live my Life without you! Living here knowing that I Can still have you in my heart is my Only joy. I'm sorry I didn't believe in all your Messengers until it was almost to late; but I'll try to live the rest of my life for you Now. God, be with me and help get through these last days!
I Woke Up With A Mission On My Mind… I woke up this morning with a mission on my mind. I wanted to tell others of Jesus! It was about time! There were so much scripture I began to ponder. My love for Christ grew down here and "up yonder!" When I needed some help. And needed it the most. Christ saved and filled me with the Holy Ghost! The excitement I had for Jesus began to brew. I wanted others to know this one that I knew! Others from church just couldn't help to explain it! My love for Jesus... It's hard to contain it! I pray that others will share of God's life eternal. It's my wish for their name to be in heaven's journal! I pray that God will use the words that are spoken. To minster to the needy, bruised and the broken! Lord… Help me not to be ashamed of your GOOD NEWS! May there be a shout of victory beyond the church pews! A mission for Jesus... God has stirred in my soul! To be his example… Wherever I go! May the banner of the cross be lifted above… As an example of Christ sacrifice from his heart of love! A testimony of God's goodness is a joy to share! Spreading his glad tidings to people everywhere! A mission for Jesus is what he's already given! So others may know of a brand new way of livin'! By Jim Pemberton
I'm not the kind of person I need to be! There's too many problems inside of me! I'm not the kind of person you'd want to know… I've too many worries and a troubled soul! I'm the kind of person who has a lot of stress! Lately, my life has been one big mess! I'm the kind of person who doesn't have a friend. You listen to me now… But may never see me again! I'm the kind of person who's gone through pain! I wake up some days, and don't even know my name! I may not be the kind of person you'd want to be around. I may get discouraged, and "get you down." I'm the kind of person who's giving Jesus a chance… I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance! I'm the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer! I know that God listens! And is always there! Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free! May it be your love that others will see! Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend! You're someone that this person can always depend! I'm not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be! That's why I need more of HIM! And LESS of me! By Jim Pemberton
A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus' grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
The Look On My Child's Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child's face. This happened in a most "ordinary place." It was in our home. A place by God's design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn't take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child's eyes. "Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?" "Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?" Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God's love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: "I want to be like my Dad- every single day!" By Jim Pemberton
You're Valuable To God! You're valuable to God! He gave you his best! You can enjoy his love, peace and rest! You're valuable to Jesus! He bled and died… He sacrificed his life for you, and was crucified! You're valuable! You were bought with the Lord's blood. Everything he's given to you is because of his love! You're valuable to God, and so wonderfully made! A way to get to heaven has already been paid! You're valuable and precious! One of a kind! When God created this world. He had YOU in mind! You're valuable to the lord! He wants you to know… Not all of the world's money can purchase your soul! You're valuable to God! He offers his salvation. You can enjoy his peace and sanctification! You're valuable to God! Won't you come to him? And experience his love, and the forgiveness of sin? God offers to you eternal life that's precious! He speaks to you from a heart of mercy and kindness! By Jim Pemberton
On his shoulders he carried me, when I tarried when young. He'd huddle me close, and tell me the stories Of how he grew up. The things that he loved to do most. Correct me when wrong. And punish when bad he'd Protect me from harm, And when ill - He'd wrap me in blankets, And nurse by my side, Till one day I grew up And rebelled. In your footsteps You wanted Me to have followed, And done everything by your will. But I'm my own person, So listen to my side, Are you in with me this time Or still…? Do you not answer? Hear my pain call? As I struggle to find my own way. Is it time I departed? Is it time that I learnt? To have my own will What d'you say? Well I'm sorry You're silent. You're so disappointed. But I know that you feel I am wrong. I can't take this no longer I'm so full of anger. To my misery Is there no end? Well I'm out!... Do you hear me?... Dont misunderstand me. I'm grateful for what you have done. But for now I don't know me. I don't know the answers. I'll pack up my things and be gone! But then you say to me Just listen – child listen, One day you will settle You'll see. You'll be married. With children. Putting food on the table - Working hard to bring in the dough Then you'll think of these words Just follow my footsteps That way you will Come to no harm. And the voice in your head Will silently say - I told you, Was right all along. I'm your father I taught you to follow my footsteps; To know what is right and Whats wrong!
Everybody has a talent the wise say, I have seen it proved day after day. The ways of the Universe are funny, As easy to understand as a hangover after a single martini! Just when you think you have learnt the lesson, A new twist hits you right from oblivion. My friend, he sings and strums the guitar, I tried to give him company, ended up making him a star. I handled the guitar, tried the rythm All I managed to do was to confuse him. He sang a bit, I croaked along, The applause was more for my walking off, than for his song. Nowadays I write my poems and have wise people read them, They review it and laugh their heads off their brainstem! I dare say my job is to spread a smile and a laugh, The intention is all there, the 'talent' is the missing half. I have become the inspiration for many... I have bagged the award for upcoming poetic tyranny. My talent is not for poetry, I have been told, That might be true, but I have chosen to be bold. The poetry should go on, so has the decision been... Shall we settle for two slices of laughter with a drop of wisdom in between? (My dear friends, thank you for all your comments and words of encouragement and i hope this poem supports the fact that next to love, humo(u)r is the most potent and powerful emotion worth pursuing. This is my tribute to you,my patient reader.)
[The Puppeteer] The storm I see you in Caught in the race of Caïn Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui -No stronger than the void you hold within- It began with a hope, an obsession Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for -They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him -just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat [The Fall] In this Valley of morning and weeping Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart As each velvet petal falls apart Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy -sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves Is know her home, the coven of solace Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies She is alive--anew But the vapors still remain The Apocalypse is here, do we fear? Just for the death of our sins Elysia never Seemed so far away [Our Damnation] Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions We strayed far from the depths within We all lingered to his solace--lies -you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings We are nothing in this burning world of Decadence, and Failed Semblance [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach the shadows within
Healing Can Only happen, When the Pain is Gone! Healing can only happen, when the pain and damage are gone! It can only come about, when there's no "lists" of wrongs! People need to move ahead, and put all of the past behind them! And seek God's forgiveness, so his grace can find 'em! Too many carry a load of sorrow and grief that they can't afford! They need to bring everything to Jesus, and make him their LORD! How can we experience healing, if the suffering is still there? How will we ever be able to love others, and truly care? May we all seek the kind of healing, that only Christ can bring! May we allow him to remove all pain and suffering! Jesus… We need your healing now! More than ever before! It is your love that we must learn to treasure and adore! Please come now and refresh us with your awesome love! The sweetness of your Holy Spirit, is a gift from above! Thank you God! The pain is gone and the healing has come! All praise, glory and honor to Jesus! God's anointed son! By Jim Pemberton 10/19/13
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth I can't hear the screams as they work their way out As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and Once recovered sensed the words were written,not Even a look to see what was written only to know it Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you. How many times have I witness myself wound my self With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ? But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in Which we share spread further and further like the flames Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world. We are both witnesses and at the same time We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes? May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners To this world and the next.
This is dedicated to the uneducated who, segregate from the greats the hate gave integration to, though the paved the way for you, you just simulate the flu, infected with cold hearts like inflammation made it through, To... You... So take a second to converse, listen to me, then speak, just make sure you think first, about the thirst, of the dream, had by Dr. King, which would hurt beyond the seams, if he witnessed everything, The Scenes! How we're treating one another, Educated versus thugs, like we are not brothers, What's the point to jump from slavery to having white lovers, if less racism means the blacks hate each other? My Brothers! I have no intent on hating you, I just hope you make it through. So this is Dedicated To You...
*********** A Unique - And - Secure Gravitational Pull Upon... The Earth's surface And to all Of it's Inhabitants' With redeeming life Flowing.... With.....a Cause for freedom To set Thee free.... Poet Author Gary Fields copyright Apr2012 poetrysoup.com
I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so "bored." When they were singing the songs, some didn't seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another "yawn." Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply "get bored with everything?" As the preacher arose to preach his "Sunday sermon best." "Fill between the lines," he said… This was to be the "test." Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a "closing prayer." I noticed many of the people were "happy to get out of there!" I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… "Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?" "Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I've heard about?" "Has the power of God in many churches been 'kicked out?'" I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a "boring Sunday experience." May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton
Drugs And Sex? Or Jesus Christ? Why do many talk about drugs and sex? But not Jesus Christ? It's almost like many live in bondage, at a cheap price! Is there anyone who'll choose to live for the King of Kings? And experience what everlasting life can really bring? Tell me… Is a life of drugs and sex the "ultimate goal?" To love a life of addictions and heartaches to the soul? When it comes to the power of Jesus Christ… He stands alone! Only he has the power to heal your life and home! Only he can restore the emptiness, that drugs and sex leave behind! And only he can bring a complete healing to the troubled mind! He can restore anything in a life, that drugs and sex have taken! With him as Lord…. There's no one who's ever forsaken! Won't you take the time, to open up your heart and receive him? He offers a life filled with hope and joy! Won't you believe him? Behold! The glory of Jesus Christ! A wondrous savior to behold! He brings life eternal! More precious than silver or gold! Hallelujah! The majesty of Jesus! He can set you free! He offers true peace and joy! And a life for all eternity! By Jim Pemberton 02/09/13
God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I've done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I'll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don't know what I'd do, if I didn't have you! By Jim Pemberton
A nation of peace,a nation of pride A nation that's spread far and wide. A nation of hope,a nation of joy, Thats free for all, man,women ,girl and boy. A nation to give,a nation to take A nation filled with reggae,socca,calypso and rake and scrape. A nation of colors; black,gold,aqua....sometimes called blue can be seen everywhere above land and under sea too. A nation of democracy and old english style,but things sure have changed if you look up our file. From outside rock stoves,to TV,radio,computers and wi-fi connectivity......... I'd say that a long way from July 10 1973. An nation filled with hospitality,love and history, Arawaks,Caribs and American Indians are the basis of our nationality. A nation where Tourism is number one, because of the Bounty of sand sea and sun. Yes,a nation of Youth,sports ,culture,uniqueness and island fashion trends, Like native Androsia our own local blend......and straw work and junkanoo,the list has no end. This nation of beauty,splendor and self defense ;yes its celebarting its own INDEPENDENCE.
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the 'Prince' is alive! Ascension available, access through your heart Seek and you shall find! Time is short, personally unite, connect as one Eternity given Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with 'our lord Jesus' and 'our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit ***Happy Easter Everyone***
As I think about where my life has been... It's hard to believe that I'm still here again! I think about the many things I've been through. And ask myself the question; "what am I going to do?" With the trials of life, have come trials. A life filled with uncertainty and many "traveled miles." It's like riding the waves of life's stormy sea. Never knowing where the next wave will take me! Everything I know... And all that I've done… I lay down my life at the feet of Jesus... God's precious son! I ask you Jesus for mercy! I come to you now! I come before your majesty and humbly bow! You've brought love and wholeness within! You've given me a "new life!" And took away my sin! I love and thank you Lord, for your hand extended! The beauty of your holiness is to be commended! You brought to me hope, in a hopeless situation! And have given to me the wonderful gift of salvation! By Jim Pemberton
There's a lot in life, that I don't understand! And a lot of wickedness throughout this land! A lot of heartache and misery, is what I'm seeing! Any kind of commitment, seems to be disappearing! Being faithful to anything, seems to be of the past. My lives seem to be falling apart… And fast! Any principles of Godly living, seem to be ignored. So many appear to be, "complacent and bored." I often wonder what God must be thinking. When it seems like this whole world is "sinking!" I've decided to come to Jesus! And really pray! That people will really listen to what God has to say! "What shall the righteous do, if the foundations are destroyed?" Very soon, many of our "freedoms," will not be enjoyed! Please, dear Jesus, come and heal our broken nation! Help us all to confess our sins! And accept your salvation! Please come and bring your peace and love within! That we may seek the living God! Once again! God is our only hope! It's in him, that we're strong! It's in his arms of mercy, that we all belong! Please God… Come and touch us with your healing! It's only in you, that we have a true meaning! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus' death paid it all! What have you given in return? His death on the cross… Was from his love and concern! His life for yours… On Calvary… Has been paid. His offer of eternal life, has been made! Through God's word, he's been talking! And stands at your hearts door… patiently knocking! Won't you invite him in? As your guest? Then, your life will be totally blessed! He can bring health and healing to your bones! He can bring his love to your family and home! "Come unto me." Is the the master's call. Won't you come to him now? One and all? He's here right now! In this very place… And extends to you his mercy and grace. Won't you accept him today? He loves you more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
It Almost Seems Like Yesterday… It almost seems like yesterday, I was very young. I was playing with my friends and having so much fun! It almost seems like yesterday, we were a loving family! I was excited about life and so very content and happy! It almost seems like yesterday, we were at church on Sunday! How much I dreaded gong to school the next Monday! It almost seems like yesterday, I'd go to work with grandpa! I'd look forward to having some time with grandma! It almost seems like yesterday, I'd read my Bible too! I loved Jesus! And this was what I waned to do! It almost seems like yesterday, an excitement was there! A passion for my family and God, I wanted to share! It almost seems like yesterday, that I met my sweet wife. And the blessing she's been for a good part of my life! It almost seems like yesterday, when our kids were born. God helped us through the many trials and storms! What happened yesterday brings memories loud and clear. The things I hold on to today shall one day disappear! What happens today… May it bring me to the God I once knew! May I seek his will and direction In everything I do! What happens tomorrow… I don't know what the future brings! I'm going to put my faith in God. He'll take care of everything! What will happen today, is that I'll take some time in prayer! I know that God is faithful! And will meet me there! Yesterday is the past!. Today is a present God has given! And I will follow him, each day I'm livin'! By Jim Pemberton
Lord… I'm Thankful For My Dad! Lord, during this special day, I'm so glad… For giving to me such a special dad! He's been very thoughtful and kind! Fathers like him are very hard to find! I remember growing up with my brothers… He was special to us, like "no other!" As a young boy, he taught me God's ways. And I've kept it throughout my days! I've often sought his advice and counsel… Especially when life was looking "awful!" He was there to give support the best he could. Trying to help the best way he understood. I suppose now that I'm growing old… I'm remembering more things that my dad told! "My father is one in a million." Is what I believe.! Many blessing from him I have received! May the blessings of God daily surround him! I'm so thankful that my mother found him! Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this! May his days ahead be happy and blessed! By Jim Pemberton
There is a lot to be said about the spoken word, But sometimes it takes silence to be heard…
Dust never settles on my back Nor does rain on my nose As the demands of the day persevere The quietness of the night strengthens my soul Pain is a stimulus of sorts A constant reminder of my work still to be done Time has indeed served as a mirror of my mistakes Yet I persevere until the battle is won Visions of Heaven delight my heart The heat from Hell has changed my ways Neither mediocrity nor hate shall enter my house For the pursuit of wisdom marks the rest of my days As angels do not sing me praise Nor shall I hang crucified for my wrong My life shall stand as my judge My life and faith shall be my song
Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming! Just when it seems like I've faced my darkest night… And things in life, aren't turning out right… This is about the time, when things are falling apart! And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart! I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me! He's always here! And promises to never leave me! He sees me, and speaks words of comfort, to follow! He reminds me, that he'll take care of today and tomorrow! He lets me know that he won't let go of my hand! Everything I'm going through… He understands! He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming! And I see what things my life, are becoming! I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before! He's given to me peace and hope! And much more! I'm glad I have such a wonderful friend like this! His love and joy… I don't want to miss! Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around! And for plating my life on a solid ground! You're all I want! And all that I've needed! With you as my Lord! My life has been completed! By Jim Pemberton
The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom! The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom. This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom! This encourages a reverence for his holy name! Having God's wisdom, can spare us, so much shame! God loves and cares for us! And listens when we pray! Through his son Jesus, his love has been displayed! He's given to us his word, as a way to remind us… We may get lost… But God's love will find us! Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul! Having his wisdom will help make us whole! Won't you seek the Lord? While he may be found? He can pick you up, when you feel you're losing ground! Come one and all! All of heaven does proclaim… Anything you need… You can find in Jesus' name! Please, dear lord, bring your presence and love! And guide us with your wisdom and spirit from above! By Jim Pemberton
Braver … Than All The Mighty Lions Can Roar Braver … Than All The Spirited-Wings, That Soar Braver … Than All The Explorers, Who Explored ( Philippians 2: 7, 8 ) Braver … Than All Or Any Of Us … Is The Lord Truer … Than Those Who Faced Beasts, Who Devoured Truer … Than Any Martyr, Who Has Been Whipped & Scoured Truer … Than Any, Who Have Faced Hate & Been Scarred Truer … Than Any Creature Ever, Is The Lord The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Soldier The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Mortal-Warrior The Freedom Fighter … More Than Any Army Corp The Freedom Fighter … Problem-Solver & So Much More The Leader … More Than Julius Caesar The Leader … More Than The Great Alexander The Leader … More Than Queen Elizabeth-Tudor The Leader … More Than Eisenhower Or Any Super-Power The Conqueror … He Is Unbeatable, Undefeatable The Conqueror … He Is Undeniable, Undefiable The Conqueror … He Is Invincible, Indefensible The Conqueror … He Is Unstoppable, Unswervable Stronger … Than Any Petrified, Nailed Board ! Stronger … Than Any Bound & Thorn Whip-Cord ! Stronger … Than Any Guard, Or Tombstone Hard ! Stronger … Than Any Bloodied, Spear Or Drawn Sword ! (He's Stronger Than Any Bullet Or Bomb Can Explode!) So, Look Higher … Than Any Arch Cathedral Look Higher … Than Any Gold-Domed Temple Look Higher … Than Any Religious Symbol Look Higher … Than Any Cosmic Or Man-Made Idol The One Messiah, The Worthy One, Paid What We Can't Afford The One Messiah, The Worthy One, His Blood & Soul Outpoured The One Messiah, The Worthy One, The Christ, Who Restored It's All On Record, GOD Gave His Word, GOD Gave, The Lord Braver … Than All The Lions & Beasts, That May Roar ( Rev. 13: 11-15 ) Truer … Than All The Saints & Self-Made Saviors Or Survivors Stronger … Than Any Enemy, Higher Than Our Hearts, For Love Is His Core The Freedom-Fighter, Leader-Conqueror, Who Will Win The Final-War ( Rev. 16: 14-16 ) (Braver … Than Any Human Being, Ever Born) GOD … Please Grant Us: The Courage Of Jesus The Strength Of Jesus The Loyalty Of Jesus The Love Of Jesus The King Of Kings ( Rev. 19: 16 ) The Prince Of Peace ( Isa. 9: 6, 7 ) & The Amen … ( 1 Cor. 1: 20 & Rev. 3: 14 ) That's Why … In The Name Of Jesus ( Philippians 2: 9-11 ) Amen His MoonBee
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
In our lives filled with lofty goals, We may reach for much beyond our means, And as interest is piqued and grows, We sell wisps of notions as our pipe dreams, Yet while news breaches concerned factions, Of those who would off-hand discount our plan, You may well consider these actions, To be the final throes of a desperate man, Watch me rush headlong at windmills, Listen to my brave and salient battle cries, For with nothing I easily afford the shills, This puffery of pipe dreams which may sink or rise, Take account of what may be lost, Incredible credible reputations, So to me the onus is tossed, And I afford pipe dream facilitations, But as prospect becomes tangible, And peppered pipe dreams begin to spin, Overt liability then manageable, The need for my Quixotic services thin, The writing's on the wall distinct and clear, Yet I long for the impossible it seems, Where I keep the company of the grand seer, And remain the nexus of fantastic pipe dreams. - Before I get too much bad press here I want you to know the term 'Puffery' means to build something up with flowery language.
Are You Ready to Meet Jesus? One day soon, there'll be A meeting In the air! God's people will gather, from everywhere! Jesus will return,, for you and me! He wants to take us all! For eternity! People will be there! Both young and old! Being with Jesus forever! On streets paved with gold! When he comes, no one knows! When he does, may we be ready to go! Live you life, as if He came right now! One day, before him, Every knee shall bow! May we live a Godly life, in everything! As we look forward to, the return of the king! By Jim Pemberton
The Nameless Slipping through the sieve of history, the nameless rest. Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built. Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor ink spilled. The nameless rest. Their silent sacrifice, quiet ordeal, muted trauma, remain interred, amongst their remains. The nameless rest. Not for the nameless are doctorates conferred, nor eulogies recited. Not for the nameless are honours bestowed, nor homages directed. The nameless rest. They rest within us, they walk with us, in every step that we tread. They rest within us, they walk with us, for their spirit is not dead. "Your name is unknown, your deed is immortal" - inscription at The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier WWII in Moscow Special thanks to my dearest elder sister Tasneem Nobandla Moolla, whose conversations with me about life as a non-white person growing up in pre and post-Apartheid South Africa prompted me to write this dedication to the countless, nameless South Africans of every colour, whose sacrifices and dedication in the struggle against Apartheid tyranny must never be forgotten. My sister's middle name 'Nobandla' which is an isiXhosa name and means "she who is of the people" was given by her godfather, Nelson Mandela, my father's 'best-man who could not be, as Nelson Mandela was unable to-make it to my parent's wedding as he was in jail at the time in the old Johannesburg Fort. This was the 31st December 1961.
I tried to write about love but I haven't felt it. I tried to write about the sea but I've never seen it. Then I tried to write about the air, but I have never breathed it. I tried to write about magic but I never believed it. I couldn't write about god, all I have ever done is sinned. And when I tried to write about life I found, I have never really lived.
She's a whore of life, this woman of man, she sits at a throne, and summons commands. Her beauty is insatiable, all lust her creation, they covet and desire her timely flirtation. She's a tramp of joy, she'll steal your pride, few escape her brutality, many have tried. A vixen so beautiful, rare and unique – she preys upon you; the weak and the meek. She storms with violence; grasp her dedication, she hails the glory of this blustery castration. She soaks her conscious, with your admiration, pouring down chaos, on the winds of frustration. This Trollope of beauty, has flooded the minds, of these foolish men always searching to find, a tsunami of ecstasy too grand I ensure, for the whore of the universe; Mother Nature.
Could a scythe cut a slice from a sycamore tree? If a bird had no feathers what bird would it be? If a square had three corners would it still be a square? Will your curls always swirl if you tug at your hair? My curls will always swirl For questions make them so You will question me 'why' when my answer is 'no'. If I answer you 'yes' You will question with 'how' If a tree could grow knowledge I'd reach for a bough.
Many Have Gone On Before Me… As I grow old, many I know have gone on before me. Some I didn't know. And some knew me. In our lives, there's one thing that's very certain. We don't know when we'll meet life's "final curtain." No matter how we try to look, or seek a "younger appeal." One day, old age comes, and the end of life seems real! Our lives down here, could end tomorrow! No matter how many years we may try to "borrow." God knows when the end of our lives will be! The question is: Where will you spend your eternity? You may seek all of this world's wealth and fame. But when death comes calling… It knows your name! You can go through life, and keep "pretending." But God knows when your life will be ending! He's prepared for you, a place in his eternal city. There'll be no more sorrow, pain or pity! All of the angels in heaven await your choice! Each person coming to heaven,,, They all rejoice! Jesus loves you! This is great news! His gift of salvation... Please don't refuse! Think about those who've gone on before you! And the wonderful God that always knew you! Every breath you breathe… Each step that's taken… Jesus is your only hope and secure foundation! By Jim Pemberton
We're Just Sinful Human Beings! All of us are just sinful human beings! Scripture says; "the heart is sinful above everything!" Even if we try to hide and wash our sins away… Wickedness in our heart, is there, each day! God made Adam and Eve, with perfection! But sin crept in, like a deep and wicked infection! He put them in the Garden of Eden with a choice. It was up to them to listen to his voice. They had all they could want, with one instruction. Disobeying this, would lead to their destruction. Satan took the form of a snake to tempt their mind. And their disobedience affected all of mankind! Since that time, mankind has needed atonement! Only the blood of Jesus can cleanse you! This very moment! Only his blood can wash away sin's dark stain! It can only be found when one calls on Jesus' name! We've all sinned and fallen short of God's glory! But wait! This doesn't have to be the end of the story! God and all of his angels in heaven, are waiting for YOU! The love and blood of Jesus, can make you BRAND NEW! His love, for our sins, is what he offers in exchange! You can be forgiven! And forever totally changed! This opportunity is for you, to reach out and take! Won't you do it now? For eternity's sake??? By Jim Pemberton
A day's of hard work, and serious issues to handle, though some hiccups may arise, in order to erase these hiccups, we need to have some fun, and laughter is only the best medicine, to cure on these hiccups hands on, for this, we may not travel afar, just take a look at Indian politics, quite laughable as it is, wherein a number of issues, had come to the forefront, mostly related to the cap on cylinders, and the FDI in retail, wherein a number of politicians, cast a number of political ambitions, of becoming the National leader of our Motherland, but have no concern for the citizens, living in here, wherein the bridge between the poor and the rich, gets wider and wider, it is not the pursuit of political ambitions, which the citizens want in here, it is the solutions to various problems, which they want, and as such there is no politician, as fit enough for this purpose, are they really fit enough, is the question and as laughable as it is, it is time for the younger generations, to take the plunge into politics, wherein they need to cast over their fear, and political apprehensions, and save their dear Motherland India, from all troubles, and to make their Motherland into a Paradise!!
Now when I was a young man I didn't need pills everything worked I wasn't a fan But now that I'm old I need pills everyday One to lower my blood pressure Another to keep the cholesterol away Now I have a new one To keep my mind straight And because of this I can't ejaculate It's good for an old man to stay hard for so long But even for that I need a pill for that schlong I wonder whats next in the pill world for me Maybe a pill So I can pee They gave me holder to keep my pills all arranged But keeping them straight Is making me deranged I need a pill to tell me what pill and when Because for the life of me I forget now and then I can't tell the difference between the colors of each If I take the wrong one I have a hard on and no speech Now all these little pills Cost a pile of bills Which causes me Lots of stress and ill No more pills thank you I've had my fill Eric (and always will be)
heart flutters bearing the news appointed poet laureate bows comrades honoring name gift gabble raising thy brows expectations of nil inspirations for others Tribute To Poetry And To All The Wonderful Poets Here In The Soup Bowl I Bow To Each Also Entry For Brian Strand's Poet Laureate Contest GL All
One day at a time With the delusion of anger, falling from my eyes, The veil of bitterness, Torn from the one I despised, My heart withers in my chest The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name. I cannot believe I've lived alongside you for so long And missed the chorus of a lover's refrain. We like strangers in the night Ships passing by on a foggy sea, Have rediscovered each other again, Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting, Forever changed by the crimson stain, Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain. One day at a time, we live for these moments, One day at a time, is all we are given, And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories That we will share over a lifetime.
Someone Felt Like Giving Up! I know someone who wanted to give up. Things in life began to "trip him up." After much thought and contemplation. He really offered no real explanation. He felt like his life was at a "dead end road." He said he couldn't continue with a heavy load. No matter how many different things he tried. He was not happy… Nor satisfied! He began to share a piece of his mind… He was ready to leave everything behind. The choices that he had sometime ago… Began to "wear" at his heart and soul! I tried to encourage him the best I could. But I'm not sure he really understood. As I watched him go his separate way… I said; "there's something I wanted to say." "There's a God who reigns in haven above!" "He wants to fill you with his hope and love!" "He knows and cares about everything you'll do!" "He's loving and kind!" "And wants to help YOU!" As I spoke, I could see he thought for a minute. A commitment to God… He decided to give it! He decided to give it all to a God who won't fail him! He wanted to serve a God, who wants to bless him! He's happy now that this choice was taken! With Jesus… He's never alone nor forsaken! By Jim Pemberton
I'm So Glad The Lord Accepted Me! I'm so glad the lord accepted me! I look forward to being with him for eternity! I'm so glad that the lord found me! Each day now… His love surrounds me! I'm so glad that the lord didn't :"pass me by!" He gives living waters that satisfy! I'm so glad for everything that he has done! Al praise and honor to God's anointed son! I'm so grateful for the lord that I am his! Hallelujah! I'm thankful for the new life he gives! I'm so thankful to the Lord for the life he gave! There's nothing that gave me… I would trade! I'm so joyful in the lord for his love divine! He is here now and will be with me throughout time! I'm excited for what the lord is going to do! This same lord is here today… And can be YOURS too! By Jim Pemberton
As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being "disintegrated." Many are being driven by sin's temptation force… It's no wonder much of this country is way "off course." The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a "spiritual separation." Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a "thing of the past." Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He's the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It's only God that can meet all of our needs! He's our provider… The great: "I am!" Won't you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God's holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; "Lord please forgive our sins!" Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton
People in church,, talked to me about knowing God. At first I didn't know him…. I thought it was "odd." But then, I made a commitment to know and serve him. It meant a lot to me, to let him know that I loved him. The next few weeks I spent a lot of time in prayer. I wanted to spread God's good news everywhere! I often told others, at church, about my burning passion. But many laughed, and said; "you're just old fashioned!" But, wait a minute! Isn't this what Christ wants us to do? I read, "the harvest is ready." "The laborers are few!" I soon realized that many in church don't get too "excited." Remaining in their comfort zone, has often, been decided! Often, in my desire to serve God, I felt all alone. I even wanted to tell others of Christ, from my home! In the local stores, and business, I wanted to do ministry. After all, I knew that God had given me the ability! I was often criticized by others in church for doing "wrong." This type of serving God, many felt, just didn't belong. Many felt the "right" way was to give others the Sunday sermon From the outline, then perhaps others could be learnin'… What a disappointment this often turns out to be! People in church not concerned about others' eternity! No matter what others say. No matter what others do! I am not ashamed to publicly say "Jesus… I love YOU!" I'm simply seeking God's approval. Not that of men! So that others may know and find forgiveness of sin! By Jim Pemberton
Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You… I have many times read in the Bible, "the golden rule." "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you!" I often wonder if many people really take this to heart. This is where Christ' love in action really starts! Just think if we treat others the way we want to be treated. Many relations would certainly be healed and completed!! If we were to speak kindness the way we want to receive it. Others would see Christ' love in us… And would believe it! If we were serious about seeking a Godly way of living. We'd see much more of Christ' love and forgiving! The challenge is to simply do what our Lord is wishin Applying "the golden rule" must be our mission! Thanks be to God for the way he treats us all the same! May we humbly serve others in Christ' name! Giving to others the way we want to receive must be our goal… If we're going to receive the richness of Christ in our soul! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It's plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn't for him… I don't know what I'd do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He's given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A "heavenly interaction!" He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I'm very thankful! For all that he's provided! I'm going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You've done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I'll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton
Over the years, I think about how this country has changed. It's like "right vs. wrong" has been "rearranged." We're told that a separation from man and God exists. Yet the handiwork of God is in our very midst! Rather than seeking to obey God's word and rules. Our courts have turned this country into "fools." The whole idea of marriage is often very confusing. Many don't think about the wrong path they're choosing! Government often passes laws that provide a "moral instability." We've often lost our respect for a Godly type of morality. As people's lives get filled with lusts of various kinds. Many are wandering around with very confused minds! "One nation under God" is too often under attack. As this country is quickly "getting off track!" If "change" is what you want, or what you're looking for. Think about the purpose of life you're meant for! The direction you need to travel, is to the Lord in prayer. Wherever you are... He will meet you there! Christ alone removes any "God or state" separation. By his shed blood and his gift of salvation! There's no Supreme Court near heaven's gates! There's a God who loves who, and anxiously waits! He longs for you to receive his life eternal. So he can put your name in heaven's journal! Won't you allow his love to cleanse you within? And experience the atonement for every sin! May the Lord bring to us all a healing and restoration! He is the only true hope for our great nation! By Jim Pemberton
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Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain Valley and creeks and eagles that soar Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain Relish with me if you will if you must if you can Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain There is a new day a new beginning and a new you Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain
She nuzzled her first born, Until he ungainly stood. Fresh birthed, dewy damp, Rocking unsteadily, a new life. The herd settled, calmed by mother instinct. Then slowly moved down the rocky draw, Hooves dance, tattooing the morning mist, Shaking the night loose, dawns promise, Roaming the lush verdant growth. Singing the song of the herd, brethren of the wind. And the little foal understood the song, They heard his first call. Joyfully hearing the whiny of a new life. But it wasn't always so, with master-men. Confined to the plow and jig, consigned To repetition, plodding nowhere To stall and back as leaves fall And blossom's end in endless cycles. But now they're running free, And they're strong for the herd is many. Manes and hooves, glistening forelocks sprint Breaking morning's silence. Hush, they instinctively stop, shiver And smell the man-masters approach. Frightened, instinctively moving, The herd's survival depends on escape, Fleet of foot, to run from the man-master smell. Down the shallow draw the hooves pound, And up the crest with nowhere to go. Their stretched out lithe bodies Momentarily outlined by the evening sun. Over the edge they plunge For freedom's sake, thousand foot down.
Love breeds hate, we are her children, lost and scared, blasé and meek. We curse the ones who left us lonely and blame the ones who made us weak. Love will shove you to the ground, on all your fours to crawl through dust. You'll lift your head towards the sunrise to catch some light but only just. Love breeds fear, now watch me shiver: too scared to open up the door, in case in comes another stranger to add more damage to the sore. Love will leave you lying breathless, your body scattered on the bed. A hopeless pilgrim gone off radar, still longing for the words she said. Love will show you the error of your pathetic little ways. With every hand the stake gets higher and in the end - the loser pays. Love will never give you pity, too many fallen, fools galore. A lesson learnt, I should know better but here I am, begging for more...
Children with an illness, Go through life, They are looked down apon, Because they are different, When really they are not, They are no different from you and me, They have the same blood, Running through their bodies, Just as their hearts as well, So, don't just look apon, Their outer appearance, And judge them, For who they really are, For a lot of them, Are smarter and brighter, Than you and I, Could possibly be, On our brightest day, For they have the gifts, From God up above, So, always take the time, To get to know their inner beauty, For who they really are, Cause they too need love, Just as everyone else does, If not even more.
< Destruction of beautiful mother earth Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks Destruction of beautiful mother earth Illuminate waters that someone hurts Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Man woman and even thy smallest mirth For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk Destruction of beautiful mother earth Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth Like land before time when man walked Wonder how forces existed and talked Destruction of beautiful mother earth Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth
My parents taught me the Christian ways. I was taught to obey what the Bible says. I was proud of my parents! I really was! And loved them so much… Just because! They meant everything to me! I was proud! Until one day... There appeared "a dark cloud." It was like a "darkness" hovered above. Leaving their marriage empty of needed love! Though they were together many years. There were many cracks that soon appeared. I say a once happy home soon destroyed. Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed! How could this happen! I had wondered… To see a happy marriage "totally plundered As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail. Very soon this marriage simply failed. May this be a warning for me and you… That our commitment remains faithful and true! If your marriage is heading toward separation… Please seek God for a healing and restoration! If your planning to have a divorce.. Jesus' love can put it on the right course! He can replace the brokenness and hurt within.. And can put your lives back together AGAIN! By Jim Pemberton
Was it enough or was it too much? Sometimes too fast but always too slow! God knows that I come with these seeds that grow. Inside and out I absorb every single touch, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that knows? Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go! I say I can qualify! Where was I and why was I there? Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt! God knows that I come riding in on a prayer. I absorb every single touch inside and out, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that cares? Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare! I say I can magnify! What did I say and what did I do? Sometimes too quite but always too loud! God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud. Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you. But why should I? Why should I be the only one in the crowd? Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how. I say I can intensify! Do I want to or do you need me to? Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don't care. God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue. I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare. But why should I? Why should I be the only one with this view? Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you! I say, "I SANCTIFY"! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
< I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day dont let an overpowering object just get away Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11 Entry For A Rambling Poet's Writing In The Sublime
Am I ~ a good mother Does she ~ feel how much I love her Can she ~ see the sacrifices I make Will she ~ understand they are in her namesake While my mind and heart were at war My "hero" ~ had something in store She ~ rescued me once more With a phone call from 700 miles away Enthusiasm in her voice ~ she went on to say "Guess what mommy; I have to write an essay" Topic:"The most important woman in my life" Her words gently removed depressions knife She ~ pulled my spirit from home in the dark afterlife She ~ continued with a few questions for me Answers she already had ~ all I did was agree If only she knew ~ how much doubt filled my mind "Am I a good mother" ~ how could I be so blind Is it wrong for me to be so far away Will it hinder the bond we've held since her "birth" day Without being burdened with question nor task She ~ rescued and reassured me in a flash Now when in doubt or I can't find my way I pray my guardian angel answers ~ as she did today Down on my knees I will look to the sky Thank God for the blessing in her eyes Thank him for hearing my cries And for delivering my reply "Mommy listen as I tell you why" Lay
< the city he calls his home the beat waiting for his next dispatched calling badge gun club cuffs and his new partner murder's rapes invasion calls to him waiting for his next dispatched calling alley's streets underground he searches murder's rapes invasion calls to him doctors lawyers fast food he's ready waiting for his next dispatched calling badge gun club cuffs and his new partner alley's streets underground he searches the city he calls his home the beat Tribute To Police Officers Entry For Jarred Pickett's Pantoum Contest G.L. All
Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest At the end of days, the earth displays its anger, Clouds part, heaven awaits, choosing life, I depart.
Her smile always greets me As I close my eyes each night The love in her voice is comforting With passion, she's burning so bright A sparkle in her eyes And a fire in her heart Let's spend together our lives Couldn't stand To Be Apart To Be Apart would destroy me Reduce me to the tears Without her right beside me All throughout the years I don't know what I'd do If I ever had to restart And oh how much I'd lose If we were To Be Apart The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen With every desirable too She was everything to me When we're apart, oh what will I do?
As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I'm trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don't understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God's laws certainly belong! I've tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they've made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they'll serve God all the days they're livin'! Even though I've failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I've taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I'm thankful for the opportunity to call them "mine." I pray they'll seek God's guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God's love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I'm trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton
My soul's made of stone From triumph to tragedy A mountain has grown This stature my own Forever, stoic forces guide 'Til peaks fashion thrones The angels have flown To wherever, without doubt Mountains stand alone
What a morning! It was well received According to all who watch the inauguration? From the gay to the straight, to the in-betweens We will be free, according to the Abraham, Martin and John Now, Obama, Joe and Hillary Clinton We shall be free, to walk this earth with a sense of Peace and reassurance. Free to be an American Citizen, In the land of opportunities, Or else we shall die fighting for it. So, stop launching the false accusation, and false allegations, Let us all wait and see what this second term is going to be White house; history in the making: Waves those flags
So Much to Do! So Little Time! There's so much to do in life, and so little time to do it! There's been goals in life... But I simply "blew it!" I think about what God has offered and what he's given! I haven't allowed him to be the Lord of how I'm livin'! He gave to me two great parents and food on the table! He's given me the ability to work. And to be able! As I look back with the time that I've enjoyed. I think about the time that I was unemployed! They were times of leaning on God and his love! I asked for his protection and blessings from above! With the little time, that I have here on earth… I'm going to ask the Holy Spirit, to give me a "new birth." A "new birth" to be the kind of person God wants me to be! And to ask for him to have his will, to be done through me! I want to serve Jesus, for the rest of my remaining days! To read and study his word! And do what it says! The time I take to have with Jesus, is time will spent! I seek to do his will for me, and to daily be content! Thank you my Lord for listening to what I have to say! Please come Lord Jesus and bless my time today! By Jim Pemberton
On roads to nowhere/everywhere white crosses dot the countryside seeking a final resting place abandoned now to wait for plastic flowers to be placed as if somehow this will bring closure to loved ones who mourn their passing from interstate to ether state from sadness to glory from son daughter mother father grandfather orphan to eternal rest. White crosses maybe one maybe five returning to death no longer alive. one brief instant horror to blessed rest on a cold siding/a concrete ribbon/ a drainage ditch/a nowhere road. Are they resting there or are they crying to let them be with others in this clay state that means nothing. now the remains of yesterday clinging to memories faded as the plastic flowers/teddy bears/grayed out names that mean nothing to but a simple few who will not let them rest. Oh my soul mourns to let them free let Jeanette go free Bill S. on that lonely road let B.R. road worker lay his tools and vest and hard hat down Fred S. is a memory nothing more nothing less/let them rest … we long to be at rest not be looked upon by passersby who wonder why our crosses are in the middle of Nowhere/we are nowhere to be found. We cry for justice of the past/let us sleep where we are not where the metal and pain and stench and broken glass found us …
I'm just barely trying not really fitting in Age wiser the miser who keeps transcending lessons and blessings keep him grounded in hell this wild child lives not in fear but much with it, far and near Sustaining any bit of stress nothing's important when driven into madness then you've lost, beyond the control that brought you close to greatness exiting down inside the hole of emptiness on which my house was built it landed it on the wicked witch killed her in a grateful guilt The worst think they're better the rest think they're dead the little you know should be invested into knowing a little more to use on the road when all luck is licked I take my luck in the cold world for it's no existence of diamonds and pearls spoiled souls are ugly and twisted while lesser men shine bright for they got used to the void of nothing while the greedy wish to get higher to steal the heaven light Now everything is wrong they bottle their pain exploding, as they fall victim and pass on the blame never at fault stone solid in guilt a champion devours until their dreams are fulfilled nothing can stop them moving like a train up a hill giving up not an option I don't need no one that's my favorite lie I wish it were truer than the darkness of night for I once knew her she kissed me just twice then walked away from my sadness and on with her life I carry that with me as a mistake of my former less informed harmless soul It took all the alone time for my conscious to grow and repair all the damage I gained in defeat defeat now her destruction is nothing but another demon I beat Don't blame me for your limitations they were probably placed there not by mistaken so the potential for evil can never take root and your seed never spreads into a new movement of youth that wears your menacing glance I shake your shaky hand I see the way of the culprit in your uneasy glance and the way you carry yourself high above all the rest I'll give you that feeling that to me is the nothingness Much like the nothing you come to realize your doing for the better spreading your lies as if you believed them like the false belief in yourself happiness is that door that you haven't opened yet or you wouldn't so freely steal it from those who have always so jealous you don't know what its like living without it As I say in final thought I put in the work now so later I'll not and when I reach greatness I'll remember the way with your own shovel you dug such a deep grave.
(Witty Epitaph) Herein lies a man named Dorian Gray He was very young and gay Till many moons one day His own painting did him away. Dorian Petersen Potter Aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 September,25,2014
During our life... we have many choices. We see a lot of faces and hear many voices. There is a voice... like no other. The words are "sweeter than butter." It's the same voice that calmed the storm in Galilee. It's the voice that offers life abundantly. Please listen to the voice of your saviour today... And really listen to the words he has to say... "Come... follow me... and be born again!" "I'll wash you clean... and take away your sin!" His voice speaks peace to the troubled soul. And speaks joy and love to make you whole. Christ can do it with his blood-cleansing power. He can do it... this very hour! His voice beckons a never ending call. Come to him now... He's worth it all! By Jim Pemberton
What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We'd all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn't born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn't be able to display this during our "festivity." It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." They worry they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11
Fate or coincidence as if we have a choice constantly at odd with those who share a difference in their voice as if we could change the world so pretentious for us to concieve as if only a single soul still in me would believe Fake or conciousness a notion to betrothed as if you betterment was for me to love and loathe everything in place the explanation was there was a grand design for that or just a repetition of certain circumstances and leave no chance to reason Break the code or break the mode broken cycles, growing old fading voices go being unknown but my choice is mine alone take the hand of a higher power or take a thermo nuclear shower submit or be done with tossed out like the waste just a tiny hint of power leaves a certain taste corruption is only almost certain free will still relates to the points so poignant they are pinpointed mistakes not yet made Premeditated, so there goes destiny as if a higher power has the power to contain me as if a higher consious is out there for me to have thats the only certainty I know almost for sure why I push back the unknown is out there driving all so called life for you so call everything must come easy for you like butter to the knife and you wonder why your drowning and cannot break the surface look deep inside your mirror into the fate you may be worthless, coincidentally
I'll shine brighter than ever when I find my way past my woes the farther I wander the more I shall know that I'm a friend with consequences and only one could let that go He somehow convinced me that I needed correction now I know where I'm going for I followed his directions no more full of blaming I point it right at my nose and realize all my problems are by no one else controlled Will I ever shine with a destiny, kind I still have little meaning but he is there with me, sometimes when our doors have been locked up for so many years it feels good to have someone come in my circle, share my fear Everyone so full of hatred afraid of letting us by even when we're most broken still a spark in our eye you think that would tell them that we just want to live life to the fullest potential that our dreams aren't denied We talk of good and evil agreed on right and wrong tell tales of when we struggled and what we did to be strong as the world the he's seen is darker than mine I am less respected as a person but I accept that, it's fine for he talks to me like I'm worthy and proud to be my friend that's why I could never replace all the treasured words of wisdom he gave me like a story of survival, rise and fall though I am a friend with great consequences I could never begin to replace him, at all my personal Jesus, I see the great Messiah in him I hope one day to inherit his good heart to pass it on to some kid one day, struggling.
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray: In the Ant's heart was strict authority and constant work each day. Why wasn't the boy following someone, collecting for the food array? The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way. The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day. Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display. He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed. But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day. All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away. And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play. His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey. He'd invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway. Quick minded, and resilient he'd build, many fascinating and unique causeways. The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived. They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give. But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives. For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive. But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food. It takes a true gift to see the world as others do… The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see… You can't expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be. Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see. While one was building for a smaller, singular hive… The other was building for the hive of mankind.
Planting the garden with all love and kindness I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation Reflecting on life passed, already slipped through my fingers Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand When minutes were short and hours so fully crammed with business I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence and scatter aimlessly upon the land Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail For quality of moment did not matter, meant little to me Little I did would flourish for it surely wasn't manned nor intended No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing Yet now my precious moments surely stand I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, gently taking back that that was too freely given To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance So I could get a grip, a hold on all To really know how to stamp my brand For time stands still for no-one
If only I could make you see that you mean so much more to me, a priceless gift, wrapped in a smile, the dream that makes my day worthwhile, undoubted proof there is a God, the joy that not all hope is gone. To me you are that piece of mind, that gives the world such sweet reply that although love is sometimes lost, its remnants left will never die- How more could I express my love for words are but the breath in me what more can I, a man still do except to give what's left of me . . . for lips can flatter all too well and sing the praise of many things but you are in a different class to you . . . . . I give my everything! If ever I do fail to prove my strong and constant love for you then never have I lived a day or ever took a breath anew.
Land of wave-like verse churning love into a gum-like consistency tasting of nicotine and nectar. Steeped in tears and magic Metaphor for silver or nubility immortality and abundance Hiding your yawning emptiness Behind ballads and psychosis Airless craters turn to allegories for love consumed or unrequited Lost or gained suddenly like a surprised sliver of a plum inside a boarding house Sunday cake And a certain cliché for timeless allure.
I'll pick you up and make you fly. I'll sit you down and you'll think. At least until you can fly in sync. We'll go up in the clouds and spy. You will know me because I try. I bring you to the crest of a brink. I catch you before you truly sink. I am the one always asking why. I'll show you a sea castle, Bring you to the dungeon. I am the one you all hassle. I keep you from bludgeon. So pick up and fly away with me. We have a great big world to see. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
This is not my WORLD. You're my WORLD. You're my EVERYTHING. You're the FLOWERS, the GRASS, You're my THOUGHTS, You're my EVERYTHING. This is not my WORLD. You're my WORLD. So now..... be part of my..... LOVE. *please comment if you don't mind, i'd really like to know your thoughts (fav poem if you like)* -Angel4eva23
Staring at my reflection, but she will not look at me, Maybe she knows something that I'm too blind to see. That look of disappointment for the things I haven't done, Bitter sweet resentment for what I've now become. She aspired to be better than what stares at her right now A world of opportunity that this reflection won't allow. The hopes and dreams she harboured, but now it's all too late Now all her secret ambitions rest in the hands of fate. The never ending rat race seems to be just a silly game, Doing as everyone else, so that we all end up the same. Her naive ideas are empty because life has other plans Her fragile future is balanced in my weak and shaking hands. In a puff of smoke I abandon her ever scornful glare The pressure of expectation is all too much to bear. Crawling along the bottom where judgment is reserved Reality is but an illusion, so sit back and observe. She warned me of the dangers this road would lead me to Avoiding life itself would surely never see me through. The prospects slowly dwindle like the fickle hands of time The burdening responsibility I never wanted to be mine. A conflicted soul is torn by the things it cannot see, Jekyll and Hyde rage defiantly in the darkest part of me. Assessing two perspectives that merge themselves as one Now I'm left here wondering which soul I have become. Trying to see my reflection, but finding nothing there Maybe she's given up and found her 'self' elsewhere. That gentle part of me has finally given up the ghost And now I'm stuck with me, the one that I fear most.
How come many mothers forgot that breastmilk is STILL, And ALWAYS will be BEST, for babies suckling lips??? What's next then? The twinkling of a star turning into cliché, Repeated only in nursery rhymes? Memories of long walks drowned by the ever turning, Wheel s of cold, metallic and unfeeling cars? The Lover's Moon losing its magic, Against all of electronic medias? Bill's words fading to echoes of classroom walls vandalized, By students apathetic of Romeo and Juliet's tragic lives? The aroma of home cooked meals forever gone from, Refurbished houses whose kitchen's gravitas are nuke boxes (and limp pastas)? Damp "Homes" generally viewed by all as dumping grounds For graying (former) loved ones seen as burdens? Many more young lasses cramming fingers against throats, In pursuit of vanity and skeletal perception of beauty? Stock market denizens hurling their bodies against speeding trains? Green and be-heroed paper bills overrated, Against all other of life's simple joys? How many still remembers… That plants cure and most meds packaged in fancy boxes, Are miracles drawn by roots from the humble earth? That the most sure fire way of treating boo boos, Is TLC to the umpteenth level? That even though a day's good job brings satisfaction, It can never compare to a loved ones approbation? That one can never get enough of kids' hugs and kisses? Indeed… It will really be a future oh so bleak, When humanity's mind- to simple but powerful truths, Becomes weak… ------------------------------------------------------------------------- When mankind forgets the true value of NATURE and NURTURE, we will surely forget to define our humanity! There's tons more of examples why and how this is happening. If you can add up, I'll put them up there! Thanks!
My Handsome King Your royal palms gently wave at me each time I see you, I have to blush each time they do. Your sugar white beaches moan for my feet to greet them each time we meet. My feet move to the beat of salsa when they remember you. Your gentle breezes caress my hour glass hips each time I run to you. They rock me like a baby when I sail over your bright blue waters. Your bright moonbeams create a halo around my head as I shake my long golden hair to say hello to you. They dance around like a drunken gypsy with the sparkly stars up above as I take my midnight stroll with you. Your regal art deco buildings of pastel stand at attention, every time I dream of your streets of gold. Your sun's rays of warm glory tickle my bare breasts gently as I rest my body on the safety of your heavenly sands. I humbly bow my head to you with honor, for your sweet whispers of hospitality have overtaken me, my Majestic King of the South Beaches. Miami, you are my handsome, winter friend.
Where Will I Be Tomorrow? Where will I be tomorrow? That's my question! I continue traveling on… Seeking my life's "mission." There are many roads, and journeys to go on. I'm trying to find out, where I really belong. There are many choices of what to do and see… There's both good and bad waiting for me! But, there is a God who called out my name. When I heard his voice... To him, I came! He gave me a promise! A 100% guarantee! He promised to forgive my sins, that I may be free! I will spend today and tomorrow with him! I'm going to take time, and get to know him! I'm here today! I don't know what tomorrow will bring! But I can trust Jesus! To take care of everything! Where will I go? I know where I will be! Spending time with my Lord! For eternity! By Jim Pemberton
There are times when I feel I don't have all the answers and I Often have to ask God to give me the wisdom and understanding Because being a mother, I don't always know what to do Every day is a learning process, But I am eager and Always Motivated to be the best mother I can be, I am Overwhelmed at times but still so very Thankful to God for blessing me with such a gift Honored to be not only a mother but a friend Ecstatic in watching my daughter grow and Realizing that I was chosen to guide and nurture her Is truly an amazing and overwhelming feeling Since I had lost my first child, I'm still haunted At the thought of who she or he would have been but God has given me a second chance and I am so grateful I get to wake up each day staring into her beautiful face Fighting back the tears of happiness she has graced me with Thinking to myself, I love her more than anything
Trust me when I tell you this I do not care to know what love is I will not satisfy your need into the abyss please know I am not perfect my advice to any man is move on along to fulfill your wish I am not worthy of even simple friendship I am not sad or needing this I am merely not good enough for you to hold me not because I am mad, or bad I want people to be happy and glad I am better off as I am, besides I like things like things less dramatic
Drifting languid, light upon the damp breeze, the seeds of milk weed fairy fly upon the aching air. Snow white, weightless, dancers skirts upturned before the coarser green of velvet lawn they flee. Backlit as virgin lovers upon the meadow's spawn. The castle walls dare not belay the upward loft with daunting gray for on fragile wings in autumn damp The world is full, a whorl in white.
What of violence and God, is death simply a part of life? as each creature large or small lives through strife. And, righteous wrath, what of its source a mere aberration of mans faulty mental course? Surely, some claim to hear the Almighty Voice, Yet, do they not simply make a human choice? Violence is brought upon man by man; how can it exist, we ponder, without God's Hand? Malnourished or over stimulated human kind find murderous meanings in the convoluted mind. Anger, does not motivate the most High and holy state, man has given false meaning to accommodate. The wise will look strongly toward mortal gain when caught between righteousness and pain. And speak less often of righteous anger with firm nod Let man step lightly, for he knows not the mind of God.
Jesus, I Pray for My Brothers! Years ago, I suggested to my brothers that we pray. They simply laughed at what I had to say! I thought it would be good to get together... That God's love would bind our hearts forever! Division took place and took the "upper hand." I don't think they'd listen or even understand! Over the many years that just went on by... They never once took the time to say; "hi!" Even though they never once seemed to care. I decided to take some time in deep prayer! It was like they would make fun of what I said. At times, maybe they wished I were "dead." At this time, there's a strong and powerful force That's blowing their lives are way off course! I pray that God's spirit will get a hold of them! And let them now how much he loves them! I pray that God's love will be the glue that binds them! May God's mercy and joy be what finds them! I pray that evil will not find it's way in their home! And they would allow Jesus to rule on their "throne." Even though they tried to cast me off, as a "fool." It's God's words, in their lives, that must rule! Jesus can turn around even the worst situation! By the power of his glory and resurrection! Please, dear lord, bind them forever as won! Bless their home! Their daughters and sons! By Jim Pemberton
Gay people should get anything any pair want: a house, some cars, some money-making jobs, the works. I believe in gay rights because when I see gay people, all I'm seeing are people; normal people just like any other American. What's so great about gay people (gay and lesbian couples) is that they're open minded unlike the ones who are judgmental. And since I have no problems having gay friends, I guess that makes me a supporter of gay rights. Some of them are against same-sex marriages, but some of us aren't. The other greatest part of supporting gay rights is that I will have been a supporter of the Lesbian Gay Bisexual and/or Transgender (LGBT) community, as well. I want to say that these bad people really shouldn't just judge these people because of their sexual orientation, but under no circumstances are they ever allowed to violate the rights of all same-sex couples, just because the guys are gay and the women are lesbians. I'm for gay rights; these people should also be for gay rights. If these bad people have a problem with gay people, that's their problem, not ours. And if all gay people are going to get into the work force,get into real estate, and/or whatever, then by all means, let them stay. Gay rights forever! Let's be open-minded for all.
My brother came to me, desperate for prayer! Filled with hopelessness and despair! I reached out to him to begin to pray… But I couldn't find any words to say! The Holy Spirit began tugging at my heart within… Convicting me of holding on to a "secret sin." THIS SIN, God told me I must first let go, For this was eating at my soul! My prayer life had been such a mess! I repented! And to God… I confessed! I called out to Jesus' precious name! Inviting him into my heart to reign! On bended knees before my Lord I began to bow, My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow! The prayer request for my brother Was going to be met! For God has never failed me YET! By Jim Pemberton
I'm Not the Kind of Dad That I Need to Be! I remember reading the Bible to my son. But what a mess, my life has become! My children told me, they were proud of their dad! Now they say they're embarrassed and sad. I once lived a Godly life! I really did! Just look at me now! And how I live! Things in life I once called wrong and sin. Are now causing me to stumble again. God's word I had loved! Jesus was my treasure! I "traded my soul" for what gives me "pleasure." I'm not the kind of father that I need to be! What kind of example will my family find in me? Will I grow stubborn to God as I age? Replacing his peace, for anger and rage? I need Jesus to bring peace to my troubled soul! I ask YOU Lord to make me clean and whole. Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. By your blood, make me a new creation. Words alone cannot truly express… This family God's given to me. I am so blessed! By Jim Pemberton
Shall we Lament about the soul The snap of the branch that you hold onto When we snap it upon the drum that beats out life Withered and fickle, And with the last reverberation of its breaking The echo dims and dilutes Our sense of longing Oh let us lament about the soul And all it has come to mean An escape from drifting, that echo never fading; Oh anchor me Dear soul of mine Anchor me and never let me go For without you, why without you I would truly be lost And keep me alive some more to the beating of this drum, And whence it snaps In the drunken beating of my life And the echo booms no longer I beg you all to lament about my soul For it has gone And now I am lost Drifting with no anchor, and I will find no purchase.
A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining, Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home Lonely branch, spasms in the wind Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch Young nestling skitters to the branch's edge Peers over on to sightless depths Shivers, ruffles withered feathers Spreads tousled wings And loosens fast aging down Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge Like endless days before, Craning aching neck Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger- And whimpers Turns to father and warbles in longing, A sight that speaks of flight Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds To leave -slightest breeze carries words... to live The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro Cooing and cawing, talons pawing A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation "To leave father! To stretch my wings Lift from them the smell of rot and loss To fly father" "To fall! To fall, and to die!" -Wind whispers, To fall, to soar, and to live Nestling shuffles to the edge, Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge Peers down onto sightless depths -they bellow to him To fall, to fly, to Die! Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers Cramping wings crooked and futile To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability To fall, to fly, to die Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death nothing so glorious without flight... Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion Ruffles feathers, settles down Nestling wavers, branch bending Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch Eyes feasting on sightless depths Endless fears... They scream to him To sit, to dream to fly... To sit, to dream of revitalized wings Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings The exercise of freedom to sit and dream to live to sit at the edge of that tottering branch creaking and bending under a restless and aging body peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch and fly, where body cannot and live
Her Face was perfection, Still see it everywhere The beauty in her eyes, Please forgive my stare Though to confess my love, Oh no, I wouldn't dare... So I'll just keep thinking of her, But it's just not fair Her Face won't go away, So engrained in my mind This girl was different, Unlike any other I'll ever find Oh how the two of us, How our lives could've aligned... So now, to everyone else, My heart is blind But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face comforts me, Holds me tight and dear Takes me to another world, A new frontier I'm dreaming where she loves me so much, That part is clear... But as I awake, Just shed another tear Her Face and her love, I won't ever forget Lust for her will remain, Lips will get wet I'll be reminded of her, At each days sunset... And I'll remember everything, From the first day we met But she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face is the sunshine, A universal light With it's soul and it's passion, It was quite a sight Oh how just to see her, Brought me such delight... But here I am all alone now, Another late night Her Face will surely lift someone up, With unconditional love So what will come of me, Can I rise above? Without Her Face, I'm unsure thereof... Because see, out of my mind, to her, I'll never shove And she'll never know, Just what I would've done to be with her! That I'd gladly travel through time and space Just to appreciate her beauty, And wake next to Her Face Her Face, I see it every night, In my dreams Where everything will all align, Oh how it seems We're walking together... Hands together, Along the forests blue streams Her Face ignited feelings, Things I've never before felt Just got to play the hand, The cruel hand I was dealt I will always have my writing, To continue to dwell... On a lost love to whom one day, I would've knelt
Our government says were incompetent – our weapons they must take. The 2nd Amendment no longer applies, life, liberty and the pursuit happiness is now at stake. Our forefathers were merely mistaken – this Constitution they've drafted in vain. So they tear it apart piece by piece, as We The People watch with disdain. Your opinion doesn't matter here – Freedom of Speech belongs to them, to a perverse, corrupted society, too ignorant to see their condemned. The Bill of Rights once ever so protected – the Ten Commandments in every courtroom, both now are strictly an abomination, to this Godless Country in doom. Take heed to their acts of subtle changes – to their intensive need to change our creed, People! It's not about protecting us! It's about control, domination and greed!
so much pain Lord why did you have to take Dwayne I dont mean to question your judgement but I just miss my cousin in hindsight I can see that we was living wrong but I dont think the cure was two bullets in his lungs at the funeral while they quote proverbs and Psalms I'm holding on his moms arm trying to keep her calm she crying my sons another homocide victim if that bullet would have knicked him it would have gotten our attention
My Shield, My Sentinel Savior Of My Soul Guards My Path Well … and My Footholds … My Shield, My Sentinel Lifting Up My Light Even If I Fell He Keeps Me In Sight No Chicanery, No Treachery Can Succeed In Stopping Me Nor Can Lasting-Harm Me Nor Forever Hunt Me My Mortal-Soul's Safety Held In His Hands, Safely Protector Of My Eternity My Sentinel, My Shield Is Mighty My Shield, My Sentinel Sentry Against Spells Warrior Against Hell My Guardian Angel Pushing Far Apart The Shadowed Veils Floating Towards My Heart Like Shipwreck Sails … … and as Wind and Water Wail And Rings A Warning Bell And Thunder Truth-To-Tell I Saw The Shield … Of My Sentinel
how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure? how much would you spend? how much could you afford? what is the monetary value that you would place on your life? how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice? what price safety? what would be the cost? what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss? too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot what price safety? how much money would you spend just to have that feeling of security once again? most every elected official in most every country in this world have their own taxpayer funded security detail the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities have personal body guards and/ or private security America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear? how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear? there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place we've become the front line defenders that the community sees to detect, protect and defend them and their property retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods the government be it federal, county, city or state use security officers to keep the peace in abate yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns we hold to our positions and we get the job done we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage what price safety? what would it be worth to you to give security officers what they are due? what price safety? I ask you once more what price would you pay just to feel secure? WHAT PRICE SAFETY?
I keep my dreams and aspirations, stored away neatly in this box. Tied off with a pretty pink ribbon, secured tightly with key and lock. And every time I feel like a failure, I open it, so I can again feel alive. Arms of dreams tightly surround me, giving me strength I need to survive. I've hidden this box in a secret place, where I'm the only who can see. A beautiful box of hopes and dreams, finely sewn with love at the seams. This box is opened quite frequently, especially when we're apart – this rhetorical box of memories, in perfect synch with each beat of my heart
I have my Hubby's steadfast belief in me. He loves how my poems are light and airy. He'll give me an idea once in a while… Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child. He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run. For they can take off in directions, yes, any one. Crazy thoughts become crazier still… And story time leads to god knows, where they will. My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree. You never know where the end will be. But somewhere I eventually become truly still. And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill. Then the squirrel run begins again… Light and fluffy and full to the brim. Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend. Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end. Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman
I Have A Brother That Needs Prayer! I have a brother that really needs prayer! When it comes to God, he doesn't care! He's living a life by his own set of rules. And thinks Christians are a bunch of "fools." The only thing that seems important to him… Are the things in life that are close to him. Wandering down a path that he chooses… The one he's chosen… It's him that looses! Please, dear Jesus, keep him in your care! Wherever he goes… I know you are there! You are the one that my brother needs to come to! No matter the false "dreams" he may run into! Please dear Lord… Protect from all harm! May he seek the strength of your loving arms! May your voice beckon the master's call! He really does need YOU after all! By Jim Pemberton
"The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom." This is an important part of God's kingdom! Seeking Godly wisdom is what we must do… If we're going to live how God wants us to! God's wisdom is filled with love and purity! Man's "wisdom" is but "meaningless vanity!" Fearing the Lord and seeking his ways… Will strengthen us and brighten our days! God is wise and gives the best choices… We must listen to HIM. Not other voices! His wisdom brings hope when all seems lost! We must lay our worries at the foot of the cross! Obeying his instructions is very smart and wise! It helps us not to do what seems good to our eyes! God's wisdom brings comfort and much gladness! It will guard your life with his true happiness! Won't you seek his wisdom in all you endeavor? His blessings will follow you today and forever! By Jim Pemberton
I remember the day I promised What is a promise? No one had ever kept the ones they made to me They disappointed me and left me in tears I wish I had the decency to say sorry But to whom when I made the promise to myself I promised never to let you into my heart I did not want to be hurt at all I swore to let our friendship flourish and discard all seeds of destruction but sense was overcome by passion Emotions eluded me and I went in not knowing that I was digging my own grave I got consumed by the flames cause I was carried away I looked into your eyes and could not see what there was but what I wanted to see I broke the promise, broke my own heart Betrayed myself, tricked myself, confessed my love and got a cold response My heart's pieces are exploded to granules now Now that the ticking bomb has finally exploded as the message was finally decoded At the end of it all..... I ask what is love?
pale pink is the pre-dawn sky "pink sky in mourning..." today will be a pre-proceeding - for some it will be the same for some it will purvey monumental, tsunamic, quaking, flashing innocence as a muffled buzzing and pounding followed by eerie stony silence enveloping the sun FLASH! - what you knew you knew is gone flash of white to yellow to red to black billowing dread washes over as waves upon waves cover all good of the world and flotsam of teared memories float in mind and vision from past treasures dangerous are those loving thoughts unarmed without any weapons of indifference vulnerable to the suffering and anguish to stagger about befuddled and weeping singularly, communally the onlookers look on and piles of cairned candles and trinkets appear out of nowhere, everywhere feeble attempts to express hurt and good - no good will come - yet - in time - in time - time scabs over the wounded the blood-letting stops, tears wither and night follows this immemorable day that we always remember, eons from now as if it were last hour that i noticed the time, where did it go?, when will it stop? © Goode Guy 2012-12-17 http://www.npr.org/2012/12/17/167427982/afghanistan-bomb http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/12/14/167248541/developing-shooting-at-elementary-school-in-newtown-conn http://www.npr.org/2012/12/04/166519628/at-least-13-syrian-children-killed-in-mortar-attack
If you were a penny, I'd keep you in my front pocket every day. I'd shine and cleanse you daily, washing all troubles and woes away. If you were a diamond ring, on my finger is where you'd stay. I'd shine the stone feverishly, parting all frets and worries astray. If you were a novel, I'd place you at the very front of the shelf, I'd tear out the pages of misery, and swallow the depression myself. If you were as free as a butterfly, I'd cup you within my hands. I'd whisper all my secrets, then release you from all commands. If you were a painting, I'd pose you directly over so all could see, I'd dust away the tears and guilt, inhaling the particles inside of me. If you were a bronze statue, I would polish you until you shined. I'd scour away the torment, and any melancholy I should find. If you were a flower, I'd pluck the petals of bane from your life, I'd water and feed you frequently, nourishing the roots of strife. If you were an eagle, I'd admire your rare beauty from above, I'd watch you slowly soar into the horizon, taking with you, my heart, my soul and love.
Linda Marie … You Are Good For The Soup Your Words, How Wisely They Troup Across The Written Page, We Read Knowing Each Word, is Heartfelt, Indeed So Original The Thoughts, from Your Head They're Tasty, like Jam On Light Buttered-Bread So Sincere, We Cannot Help, But Hear I Am Glad, That You Alighted, Right Here You've Got A Breath Of Mountain-Mist About You And Your Unique, Technique, Talks So True All In All, Linda Marie, You Have A Loving Soul And It Shows, In Your Discerning Words of Gold Your Poems, Share Sweetness and Grace Your Voice, Has Definitely Found A Place At The Table Here, Keep Serving Soup A Warm Dish and Wishes, Added To The Group For: Linda Marie, Tho' You're Still Sorta New Kiddo Welcome To The Block-Busters (Mental-Blocks, That Is) - smile … (I Really Do Enjoy Your Writes) Your Poet-Sis, MoonBee
Knowing his plan and staying on course, You'll walk through your days without guilt or remorse. Asking each day for His will to be done, You'll soon see it clearly, as the rising sun. Life is just moments of things that we do, and if they're done well, there's no need to be blue. Get down on your knees, with every nightfall, And know if you pray, He will give you it all! All that you need you will soon come to know, Is already yours, so let the rest go. Stay in the moment, His presence you'll feel. All of His goodness will seem quite surreal. There's nothing to want for and nothing you need. Let go of the anger, the fear and the greed. And when you awaken, His presence surrounds. Thank Him again as your feet hit the ground. Then go to a place to be quiet and pray, before you are rushed right into your day. Ask Him to show you his way all the while, And know that He's with you, it will show in your smile. These simple acts of love that we show Him, Simply mean we've come to know Him. Never doubt He's always there! Forever and ever you're in His care. As you walk through life, you'll shine His glow. You'll share it with others and they'll come to know. The beauty of love that's only ours to give, Allows us to truly begin to live. Michelle D. ©May 15, 2011
Had I but a moment of insight true, To echo notes of Homer's Lyre, And wrestle from stars which I pursue, The arctic chill of philosophies fire, I'd wander the depths of my Eleusinian soul, Pray the orphic note endure, And through an image cast upon a stone, Rise from the visible to the obscure, And blessed may I carry in life's early prime, Danu's symphony, hallowed vibrations, The ethereal soul through heights sublime, The emerging light of primordial creations
Without Holiness… No Man Shall See God! I know of someone with a degree in divinity. He can tell you all about God and the trinity. He memorized much scripture from God's word. A message each Sunday from him, can be heard. While he has so much theology in his head. A message of holiness from his lips won't be said. He thinks preaching on holiness is "judgemental.." His position in church wouldn't be "instrumental." God has caled his followers to life of holiness! Without this, your life is filled with emptiness! Think about Job who was called a righteous man. He sought Godly living over his house and land! Are you seeking a life of holiness from within? So your life won't be burdened down with sin? Perhaps living 100% for God seems "old fashioned." We need to seek God's holiness as a daily passion! "Come out from the world and be separate!" God commands! This is a truth from his word many don't understand. All of the theology in this world can't save your soul. If the things of this world, you refuse to let go! A victorious life in Christ is what you can achieve! Simply surrender your life to him…. And BELIEVE! By Jim Pemberton
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained. So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign. The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore. So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door. Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more. I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head. But before I knew it, I'd knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead. When he finally put the fire extinguisher away… I got up and got some of the kids' apple tarts I had made. He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn't hungry and the pain would fade. Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades. And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide. At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell… But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell… I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled. So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell. He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs. I guess I wouldn't have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well. But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells… He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he's made of the right stuff. Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough. He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough. He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such. He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night. But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite. So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed. I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
The world needs You, Lord; We all need You too. Alone, we battle and fall apart, But we live joyful freedom with You: Created anew in Your perfect image; Saved, Loved, Changed, In Your Holy Name! We pray, Amen!
Through Life's Trials And Hardships… I've been through trials and difficult situations. Many times it happens with no explanation! Whatever I've had or have taken with me. I've been there when everyone has left me! The uncertainties I've had and struggles I face. Have brought me to my knees in a "quiet" place. The journeys I've traveled and the storms ahead. Have brought worry and stress in the words I said. Whatever trials I've faced... To Jesus I cried! A comfort and strength . He did provide! I know a truth that's important and most certain. Jesus can take away any hardship or burden! If there were no trials... How could I trust him? Because of what he's done How much I love him! If I had no hardships or trials, I'd probably "forget him." Giving him my whole life? I don't think I'd let him! He's proven beyond any doubt how much he loves me! He reached down from heaven and touched me! He's my comfort and joy and enduring friend! He'll be there with me… Till the very end! This Jesus I know. I recommend him to you! He is God! Our provider! This is so true! Won't you give him a chance in your life today! He can bring hope and take the dark clouds away! By Jim Pemberton
I begin each morning eager for the day Working for the good of mankind Come what may There have been many hurdles along my way For some reason unbeknownst to me I do not stray This soul is strong in spite of it's emotional dismay My spirit is my strength today And guides my life in every way.....
E ven V illiains understand I L ive E. V. I. L. (Even Villains understand I Live) signed, God Eric (and sometimes not)
My tribute to two wonderful guys I know I've said it all before But I must tell you again About a man called John Sherman Maybe I write in vain But I must tell the world about The two guys in my life Who I'll put on a pedestal John and his lovely wife He don't come from religion Nor any beliefs at all He's more like a Psychologist His approach is wonderful To don't claim to be a Guru He's just a humble man Yet he will do most anything To help you if he can. Once I suffered oh, so much With anxiety and fear I hated me, the whole damned world My head was never clear My wife was set to leave me My kids thought me so low All because of a foolish war So lonely I did grow. Then John he showed me just one act And said 'That's it, that's all!' And I just listened to the man Though I am not a fool And now It's four years later And my heart is filled with bliss There's nothing could destroy it That's just the way it is. No more the fear of life is here No more the fear of death No more that awful greyness No more I feel bereft Every day to me right now Is another brand new day As life becomes more beautiful In every kind of way. I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter
Some believe that many names is a sign of stature, of importance. How appropriate Tata that you are called father, well as all those other monikers Father of so many, how did you fill the time? Three short steps, two regular, from one end of day, to another then back again, and again Plenty of time to think, to brew a strong disdain yet tea and mercy are your thirst and hunger Monumental change can come with oppressive legions, masks on, bayonets fixed, marching, toe-in-step, step-in-toe, closing in, or much more slowly, with a well-tempered gait and careful steps, feeling a way to a new life Sharpeville a dusty, bloody turning tide turning emergency of state to state of emergency yet another rational, to push, to oppress, yet another opportunity to protest saying "a change is gonna come", yet to wait on I remember hearing on that cold northern Sunday that you would be released, and drop into sight after so many seasons, I became slightly aware, vague to the happenings of the world, as ascension starts to awaken me The life of president of a country is full, full of courageous opportunity, and pitfalls, but to transform a nation from majority oppression, to an erect healing democracy, is a gift of stature, of moral fortitude, decency, a respect for humanity. Tata, the nation of South Africa, owes much to its first democratically elected black leader The world, owes much to the example of you. © Goode Guy 2013-06-28 http://www.nelsonmandela.org/content/page/names
Lies told to self. In spite of one's own inner voice you deceive more than just one's self. Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls. Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin
If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away my wings would carry me, My destination not known! If I could fly, I'd capture all of the Sun's rays. Up and away! What a sight to see with such a grand milestone! If I could fly, I would always look below. Down and deep! My eyes focused only on you. My journey's still unknown. If I could fly, I'd stay on top with memories buried to keep. Down and deep! What an experience just to fly through! Such a waste without you! If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection. Soaring with pride! My life achieved. My destination excluding restrictions! If I could fly, I'd forever remember this glide. Soaring with pride! What a thought to preconceive. Such bright reflections! If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go? Up and away I would go only with you. My destination remaining incognito! If I could fly, I'd want to stay up and away! What an incredible zone just to pass through! Such a magnificent plateau! If I could fly, I'd fly only for you! ®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH
A family had a wedding... The brother wasn't invited. The fact they didn't want him,.. Was already decided! When asked why his name had been "omitted." It was because of past wrongs he had committed. The words spoken, one could hardly believe it! Any kind of forgiveness? They didn't receive it! How many times are loved ones not invited to "family occasions." Often times, families listen to "outside persuasions." Someone does something, that may not be liked. Then they're often told to "go take a hike! No wonder why many families battle one another! They have failed to truly love each other! As we continue to see families drift apart. This often leads to a wounded and broken heart! Christ gave us his best! When we were at our lowest! A life of mercy and forgiveness… He wants to show us! If we can't treat one another as Christ commands… Then HIS way of family living…. We'll never understand! By Jim Pemberton
Old Wise Men Remember the oldest are wiser and more knowledgeable by far… They have lived in this world seeing the best and worse there are. They have seen more of life's trip falls than you can ever guess. They've traveled, seen other lives, and worked with those less blessed. They've gained so much at times and then lost again everything. They've pulled themselves up by the seat of their pants, full of life's bee stings. Illness and history has dealt them many hard blows if by nothing but chance. And they've often continued to help others with whatever they had. They've reached out a hand to the youth to hold when times got bad. History and lives will repeat time and again to add to our tears. To hear of their lives is to know what to avoid and what to fear. They might help with advice to help clear your path and your way. And they might give you a chance around the obstacles that for you lay. Listen to their words, for they are the true gifts of life they give away. And when their time comes near the end… as you too will ask… Give them a moment of dignity and respite from life's hard bite... Remember they were once your protectors and guiding light… Now it's your turn to be their harbor as they enter into the night. It's your time to be like the leaders they were… Following in their footsteps and helping others through life's strife....
The God That I DO Believe In! There's a God that I really DO believe in! I knew this the moment I received him! This is the God whom I hold special and dear! He's always with me! Always near! He's the God of the glory of heaven above! He's also the God who's given us his love! He's the God who doesn't want anyone to go to hell! His son gave his life! So your soul can be well! I've given him my life with a renewed commitment! He's brought to me peace and a godly contentment! He's God! And can't be ruled by someone's theology! He can't be explained by science or biology! He's given us his word for a godly inspiration! Let's not twist it, into our own "interpretation!" He's alive and powerful! Let the whole earth proclaim! The majestic wonder and glory, there is in HIS name! Jesus is alive today! He reigns in resurrection power! You too can know him! And be changed this very hour! The God that I believe in, can be your God too! He's done his part! The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus Paid The Sacrifice! Jesus sacrificed his life for you and me! So we can be with him for all eternity! His life for ours… a ransom was paid IN FULL, This is why I I love HIM so! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns, Enduring so much shame and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow! The pain inside his body, Began to grow! The nails placed in his feet and hands, The pain he went through is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! His life for ours… Is what he did trade! By Jim Pemberton
My wrist curls upon itself and shuts its eyes, and my shocked fingers hold onto this pen in an iron grip sweating dread, while upon the tip of this quivering pen the drop of ink that hangs on by its calloused finger tips dares not look down, for my heart- it now holds its breath – and my world waits for it –to let it go
I've found a satisfaction in Jesus, I could never find! His love has brought strength and healing to my mind! I've found a peace in knowing Jesus I never had before! He's taken away all of my burdens and so much more! I've found a friend in Jesus, I didn't think could exist! Wherever I am or go…. His presence is in my midst! I've found in Jesus, a wonderful grace and sweetness! His spirit has brought to my life total completeness! I've found a love in Jesus, that is truly worth sharing! He is so patient and merciful and always caring! I've found power in the words he's spoken to me! He's removed the chains of bondage. I am set free! I hope that you'll find this same Jesus that I know! He brings everlasting love, that'll minster to your soul! I give you Jesus! The precious son of God is he! He invites you to be with him for all eternity! I bless his name! And give him a heart of thanksgiving! In him, I've found a brand new way of living! By Jim Pemberton
Missing You by Amy Swanson Sunny day... reminds me of the warmth in your smile Today I saw a mom and daughter walking arm in arm talking laughing shopping... how I wished it could be us. It seems so many little things... and some days, it is everything... or even, just anything..... reminds me of you. I remember your laugh... the sparkle of your dark brown eyes a merry mischief twinkled from their depths I remember how we talked of everything and nothing at the same time; no one else has ever understood me like you did. All my bad... my faults and habits... rebellious teenage years... you loved me still like any good mother does. *and you were* Such a good mother. Oh, how I wish that I could tell you one more time how much you've meant to me how much I love you. My little girl was sick the other night... and as I bathed her with wet towels bringing down her fever, checking on her through the night medicines around the clock constant hugs and gentle words - I thought of you. All the times you did the same for me... All the times I never got to say "thank you," Mom *so much* for helping me be who I am today. And so I write thinking of you picturing so clearly in my mind beautiful thoughts precious memories of you- and hope somehow you know how very much you'll always mean to me; how very much I'm missing you.
I have the evil of you Caught in my hands, entangled Like the arabesques of Eden's vines Just like paradise, but why should shame remain Singeing like immolation of Peter's Inferno These reddish-purple chains convolute myself as the grapples shoot out from the clouds both below, above me The self-lovelust propelling You did this - these plagues You drag me down - to your cage Cadaver Vampire - I am your slave
"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have "appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton
What God Has Done! As I look back on what God as done… There have been battles lost and won! I think about the many times I've been defeated. At times, I feel like my life isn't completed! There's been times I didn't feel like I belonged. And times when I feel like I've been wronged! In these times of uncertainty and hesitation… I encountered a visit! A heavenly visitation! I received a message from God above… A message of peace, hope, joy and love! The message was powerful and very clear. I needn't be afraid! God is always near! Jesus has done many wonderful things! There's so much to life, that he wants to bring! I've opened up my heart and invited him in! I have a new hope and security within! What God has done, has been incredible for me! An opportunity to be with him, for eternity! Thanks be to God for his awesome power displayed! Salvation through Christ, has already been made! Thanks be to Jesus! All glory and honor is due! I now know how much I really do need YOU! By Jim Pemberton 10/14/13
God Told Me That I Need Effective Prayer! God told me, in order for my prayer to be effective. That I should not choose to be so "selective." I asked him: "what do you mean by this question?" I wasn't quite prepared for the reception! God said; "You've chosen to be selective in how you live." "There's only so much, to me, that you want to give!" "You said that I'm your Lord, by your way of living." "But a life of holiness, is what you're not giving." "You want the prayer answered, but have nothing to show for it." "You claim to accept my grace, but aren't willing to share it." "How can I answer your prayer, when it's only convenient?" "Haven't I been patient with you?" "And most lenient?" "Give up all that you have, and give it to the poor!" "Then you'll know what prayer life is really meant for!" "Give me your heart!" "And take time to really listen!" "There's so much more of me, that you've been missin'!" "Obey my words and experience the life I have given!" "Know what it means to be cleansed and forgiven!" "Than your life will change, and your prayer time too!" "I will give you the strength to make it through!" "You will know what it means to spend time with me!" "And your prayers will impact you for eternity!" By Jim Pemberton 10/21/13
I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky "It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…"
Crucial change of thoughts seems undesired Persistent self-indulgence thrives Pleads for reason lay in dust And heart still needs mending! Circumstance impel Frozen in past Must let go Escape Trap! ~*~ Note: Let the past go to embrace the best that this time has to offer. My prayers are always for you.
' Carpenter's Rule … ' 54th Senryu ' HE ' … Is Not A Fool Can Not Use GOD, Like A Tool ... Carpenter's Gold-Rule
Her breathtaking nature's beauty Framed in aura of attraction, and Diced up in mosaic canvas Put smiles on every face That passed by. Her elegance sent shivers down my spine The magnificent images of her face Reverberated on a roller coaster trip down The balcony of my fatigued memory That they were burned into my retina. Her words provoked intimate feelings Inside of me; The Passion The Obsession, and The Crave to make her mine. Her feminine glow is endless With her figure-hugging skirts, Her sandy hair; a pretty shade of brown Curled into spirals exuding her womanly, And blouse that showcased her ample cleavage She filled my brain with inert that's immovable. Her light shone to my eyes, but I couldn't reach the innermost corners Of her almond-shaped heart, as She maintained her denial of something I wanted more than I want life.
I can think of a time, when I was young. I was growing up and having fun! I remember how excited I was to have a t.v. There were my brothers, my parents and me! I remember at about the age of ten. My dad thought going to the theater was a "sin." There were many things that as young man… I later began to see, and understand! My parents shared God's love the best they could! And I read the Bible and was trying to be "good." I had my troubles… And problems bear... But I had a family, and much prayer! The truth of God's word helped sustain me! I knew how much he really loved me! My parents, may seem like they were "old fashioned." They loved their kids! With a Godly compassion! I'm thankful to be blessed with a Godly love! My family was a treasure from heaven above! I think about today, and how things go wrong. Many families don't seem to "get along!" I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together! May we all serve him! Today, and forever! His love must be the cord that binds! His will must be the focus of our minds! May the presence of God bind us as one! Every mother, father, daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton
Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night **Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**
I gave you all of me, Your wants became too much, And all of my somethings You saw as not enough, But now you are wanting, Everything you passed up, Your lies are frustrating, But still I can't pass up, This pain, this place, Is looking too familiar to me, The same mistakes Are coming back around, Your games, your face, Are secretly whispering to me, I can't escape, Because emotions tear me down, Hold on, hold on, Tell me what I'm running into, Stay gone, stay gone, Is what I want to do, So long, so long, Why can't I say these words to you, When I know, I know, This will be Deja Vu As I am anticipating Loving you and no one else My entire body's shaking, Because I promised myself, That I would never be back here, A toy sitting on your shelf, We always begin in last gear, By later, there's nothing left... This pain, this place, Is looking too familiar to me, The same mistakes Are coming back around, Your games, your face, Are secretly whispering to me, I can't escape, Because emotions tear me down, Hold on, hold on, Tell me what I'm running into, Stay gone, stay gone, Is what I want to do, So long, so long, Why can't I say these words to you, When I know, I know, This will be Deja Vu Why am I Addicted to you, Saying goodbye never comes true, This is what it always comes to, You constantly on my mind! Why must I stay thinking of you Coming back Thinking I love you Losing control when I touch you, Wasting all of my time... This pain, this place, Is secretly whispering to me Your games, your face, Are looking too familiar to me, The same mistakes Emotions seem to tear me down, I can't escape It's coming back around, Hold on, hold on, is all I ever do for you, Stay gone, stay gone, I do and don't want you to do, I love you, I hate you, Everything I say is true, I hate you, I love you... This is our Deja vu....
I think I shall take this very day and make you my solemn vow. And when I do I shall pass it onto you to follow the just of me. I vow to open your blinded eyes to show you all that I can see. I vow to open your deafened ears to hear why I am me and how. I think I shall take this night and raise up your brow. And when I do I shall pass it to you with an only key. I vow to open your locked doors down on a bent knee I vow to close the wounds from those I did not allow. I vow to gather my group up into my fruitful field. I vow to cover you and dress you to simply adorn. I vow to create a world in which we as one build. I vow to remove every single painful prickly thorn. I vow to you that I am your God given Grace. I vow to you that I am able to create or erase! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2008
I know of a son who turned his back on the God he once knew! Praying for him, was all that his family could hope to do! The truths taught to him as a child, he now began to reject! Spending an eternity without God… He refused to accept! He told his friends, about his "newfound theology." It sounded like he found some new kind of psychology. Rather than accept the truth of God's word, as he would find. He would twist scripture to fit his own state of mind! He would say; "the God of heaven and hell doesn't exist." "It doesn't matter how you live!" Is what he'd insist! He rejected God's gift and wonderful plan of salvation… And chose to believe "whatever fit his own situation." I began to see his life sputter from a hurtful heart. It just seemed like everything around him "fell apart." God wanted to help, but he didn't believe he needed him! God was there! But he made it clear that he didn't believe him! Many years went by, and this son started growing old. He became a bitter and broken person, I've been told! He did his best to remove God from his family and home. Now, it was just him! And he was all alone! Then one night, he cried out and called on Jesus' name! And confessed of all of his sin, guilt and shame! This son, who had drifted from God for so many years… Was filled with a true love, and a joy that brought tears! He had returned to God! And God changed him! God will always be faithful! And will never leave him! Won't you too, accept the life that God wants to give you? He can change your life! Just because he LOVES YOU! By Jim Pemberton
I have felt the bliss, of a daughter's kiss, and realize what heaven must seem. For in all my life, thru happiness and strife, my daughter's laughter consumes my dreams. I have sailed afar, and traveled the stars, in search of a more beautiful feeling. I've flown by air, for this beautiful love affair, that sends my heart and soul a reeling. I've rode the train, in search of a domain, where love feels as brilliant as this. I've swam the ocean, with perfect motion, yet always amiss to finding this bliss. I've treaded the bush, in Australia I push, demanding they show me the path to glory, but I leave empty handed, though I've demanded, a beautiful ending to this tormenting story. I've lived my life, searching for who I am, and always do I come up short. I fret and I ponder, for a love that is fonder, than this love in my dreams I distort. Still I fail, to no avail, to find a reality as grand, than the laughter I hear, in this dream I command. I 've walked life's path, in search of a resolution, mindless to an ultimate desperate conclusion. For a dream is an illusion, a visionary infusion, a poignant resolution to all confusion – and a dream is just that….a dream.
The Blessings Of Christ, I Am Receiving! Since the day I accepted Christ and started believing… Blessings from him, I've been receiving! Since the time I knelt down, and invited him in! I have joy unspeakable! From deep within! Since that day that I gave Christ an invitation. I've been blessed with his mercy and salvation! Since the time Christ came and took my sins away… He's given me hope and peace each day! From the moment I allowed him to direct me… His love and Holy Spirit have greatly touched me! From this moment until the day I'll see him face to face… I'm going to keep receiving his wonderful grace! From this moment until the time for my departure… I'll meet him down here, or meet him in the rapture! From moment to moment, with each passing year. I'm going to love and keep his word ever so near! From this day on… Won't you do the same! And receive eternal life… In his name! By Jim Pemberton
Can you feel? Can you feel the tremor? That rocks your world That shakes the cage Like a beast trapped outside A beast raging against the bars It lifts, it throws, it rages Can you feel it? And in the aftermath, You can hear the cooing, cajoling Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars And they croon and cluck like fretting hens Petting your bars and calling for you to reach out and take these strings Tie them where they cannot reach Deep within, where no one else goes And let these good people in, They preen and you shake your head Seeing the gleam in their eyes Oh so like the ape's Cooing, cajoling... cawing And oh, how you can feel it... But I'm here so hold on I'll sit by your bars, I'll sit by the door right beneath that lock that turns from within And I won't rage, or set the siren's call upon you I'll sit by your bars, and keep you company My friend; But Cold bars let through a breeze friend... Your sharp breath is not secreted away And with every breath you take Your lungs are profaned And you cannot hide Behind bars You cannot hide From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes My eyes that see too clear And you cannot hide from what I see What you can feel Pressing in, from us all So just let us in My friend, Let us in, for we will not be kept out Life does not surrender, life does not hold back Life seeps through Every crack, And be sure, there are cracks everywhere Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through, And you feel it don't you? That which you see deep in my eyes You feel it That feeling so clearly reflected When I look into your soul That fear alive in my eyes That rages within you, But don't fear a battle you have lost Do not fear the day you must face the world The world, friend, has never Turned its face from you And the rest of us: Well we are not so brave We are not iron bars moulded to flesh That fear you see is real And it is ours all But we cannot hide From what burns within And I will not die Hiding from life And I will not cower when I tremble inside I will not rest in a cage when I am tired And I, friend, I am so tired Of living between bars.
Back to the roots ever weaving Hands to elbows sweat streaming Back to the roots whence the seed began Deluded to think that along the path you ran The roots had not snaked behind your every stride And tangled your feet to fall hands first into your erstwhile guide Back to the roots where it sprouted out And take grasp of the past and heave with a shout How your roots have brought you back matters no more For you have fallen back into knots that have tripped you before So take grasp of the roots and yield to your past Knees bent untying the knots of fate's cast.
Sometimes I sit and ponder what it may be like to have parents, not always looking for a petty fight the love you feel, always being there for you day o' night I wake up fighting a constant battle, I feel like I am in a circus having to jump through hoops my parents hold to earn their admiration and approval Earning their gold star for the day I was a rebel since day one not trying to conform dancing to the beat of a different drummer Wishing to be accepted for who I want to be and how I seek to spend my hours nothing I ever do, seems to be good enough They talk about "emotional deposits" i.e. spending time with them but they spend too much time picking and proving reacting wrong, saying ignorant assumptions they push me away, each day 'further and further I go as soon as I make enough money I'm gone They act as if my artistic mind couldn't make money like my dreams are distant relatives of which I will never meet but I strive to prove them wrong Its bad enough being one person versus the world but when the army you fight is led by your family, your blood it's twice as hard to get up in the morning, when the suns rays dance on my closed eyelids I try my best to be the kind of person I want to be despite their efforts to kill off my individualistic soul I have given up trying to belong to which I was born unto I'm simply playing the game Hoping to win, one day the chance to be myself as I feel emulates me, and regardless have a proud Mommy and Daddy I do pray, I shall be free to be Heather Rose Marie
Who are what can fill your life's "empty void?" In spite of the many things that you have "enjoyed." Drugs… Sex… Money… Are you concerned? Has your life been one that's taken "the wrong turn?" There's many choices to make. I'm fooling you not! But there's a godly principle that must be taught! The void we have. Only the presence of God can fulfill! Bringing you true love, is God's purpose and will! Won't you take a moment with the king of kings? And allow him to take control of everything? Jesus will never disappointed you! Not now or ever! He wants to be your friend! Today and forever! The God of this world and universe, wants to come in! A Brand new way of living… Is waiting to BEGIN! By Jim Pemberton
It's amazing sometimes how God works in our lives We think everything is figured out until....Surprise! A monkey throws a wrench in the game we try to design While our lives are being spent living by the line Sometimes we get thrown off the horse because there's a better way Only until we stop, listen, and pray Do we see that God has control over all that we thought was ours? Does it take a genius to figure out perfection is achieved through his will? I think not; no, I believe that we are part of a great plan I'm the part and he is guiding me everyday with his perfect hand It's only taken 25 years to finally let go, have faith, and trust Maybe in another 25 years I will be strong enough and not give up For He has always been there for me, until the day I die And will enter me in his kingdom, forever we will dine:)
Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair. Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere. They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day. They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways. God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads… And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead. The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too. For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you. Love and work together is how they are slowly earned. And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn. But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives? I would say it's given by Gods divine grace, in time.
Let Down Your Net... Jesus told his disciples; "let down your net." They were amazed how many fish they would get. What happened? They couldn't explain. So many fish.were caught. They were hard to contain. Peter was astonished, and fell on his knees. Asking Jesus; "Forgive me now... please!" Peter, James and John... Left everything behind. Following Jesus was what they had in mind. Perhaps your "net" is empty. Jesus says; "Let it down." There's a great harvest for you. Waiting to be found. Be a fisher for Jesus. A fisher of men. So that others may be saved from their sin. "Come follow me." The master is calling for you. Each step you take toward him... He'll take TWO! By Jim Pemberton
What Do We Expect, As We Seek to Remove God? As so many people are seeking God's removal… It's like anything from him, we've given a refusal! Many have tried to ban just the reading of his word! There's so much truth, just waiting to be heard! Many anti-God societies have quickly formed! Even the ten commandments, are often scorned! We've built large cities, many schools, and homes! But when it comes to God, we've often left him alone! One can try their best to push God back in the corner! But if you do, things in your life will get "warmer!" The pleasures and truth you seek, will come to an end! And then eternity without God, will just begin! You'll wish you chose to live for God, that eventful day! You'll wish that you took the time to study and pray! It's the word of God that you need to study and read! God knows all about you! And knows your needs! He deserves all of your praise and full attention! We need to seek him, for much needed direction! Please come dear Lord, and cleanse us within! May we humbly confess our faults and sins! We need YOU much more, than words can say! Please be the God we serve! May we start TODAY! By Jim Pemberton
"He's Our Joy" He talks funny But his disposition is sunny Even though his tongue is too long He's not a loss Just because his eyes are crossed He's never going to earn a degree To his parents he'll always cleave He may have Downs But he's a joy to have around The public might shame him But they don't see what makes us love him He's our precious joy Our very own Mongoloid.
Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause Blind be the dead denying Natures laws
It hurts me a lot, when you don't understand me, It hurts me when you listen to what I say but don't understand me. When you look into my eyes and can't read them, When you hold my hand but you didn't mean it. When you say everything is fine, when I know its not, It hurts me a lot when I see you pretend. Its painful then anything else in this world, Its like watching you with someone else. Its like you telling me its over, Yes it hurts me a lot, To be with you but not to be with you!!! Yes it hurts me Alot!!!
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"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
There Was Some "Excitement" At Church… There was some "excitement" at church. I wasn't invited! The type of entertainment they had. Had already been decided! They wanted something that would "stir up" the newest fashion. They wanted to do this with a "compelling passion." They wanted to include loud instruments and a guitar. They figured this would bring in people from afar! Of course they also wanted to charge for "admission." Why not? This would "fulfill" their mission! This seems to be the way many churches are going… The power of God they seem to be "avoiding." Rather than seeking God's holiness and forgiveness of sins… They look to what can "self-gratify" within! I'm not here to seek a worldly kind of "entertainment." I'm here to seek the presence of God this very moment! It comes from spending time in seeking HIM in prayer. Wherever I am… He is God! And is always there! If it's "excitement" you give. I'm in the "wrong place!" I'm simply here as a sinner saved by God's grace! My "thrill" is in Jesus Christ. And him alone! He brings peace and joy to me and my home! Jesus brings to me what money cannot afford! He's my provider! My comforter! And my Lord! By Jim Pemberton
I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to "End It All!" I knew of someone who just wanted "to end it." Giving up on life, and did not want to "defend it." It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone's surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin'! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God's power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The "end" that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus' resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He's so thankful for the blood of Christ' atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton
I May Change, But Jesus Remains the Same! Jesus remains the same! Even when I'm burdened! He loves you and me! This is most certain! He's the same yesterday, today and the future! Because of him, my life is a "bright picture!" He's committed to do what he's promised to do! It was he, that bled and died, for me and YOU! He remains the same! No matter how many fail me! How many have let you down? Can you tell me? I'm so thankful for his blessings that come my way! Words of encourage and hope, are what he has to say! He's the lover and redeemer, of my weary soul! He cleansed my sins! And made me whole! I'm so thankful for him! And all that he does! He reigns with God the father, in heaven above! Glory to Jesus in the highest! Peace toward all men! He will always be the same! Hallelujah and AMEN! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels… On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me. He could have called 10,000 angels to set him free. Nailed to this cross, he went through so much pain. He knew his purpose and the reason why he came. Being there for all of mankind was his choice. Weakened and alone… One could hear his voice; "Father forgive them." "They don't know what they're doing!" As the crowd listened… Many began believing. "My God why have you forsaken me?" With one last breath… And then... And very quickly… There was death! For all of the pain and suffering he was to endure Was so that a plan of salvation is now secure. This same Jesus, who was to rise again. Is forever to be our atonement for sin! Seated at the right hand of God the father... In heaven above.. He awaits there for us all with an abundance of love! Won't you accept his gift of life that he's giving? And allow him to forever change the way you're living! By Jim Pemberton
The bluest eyes, of the deepest seas, those adorable dimples, entrance me. Your stealthy charm, and vigorous hands, awaken my body, on demand. Torrential bliss, on a pleasing wave, bodies entwined, your mouth I crave. Warm passionate kisses in synch, your scent and sweat I drink. Lost senses in an abyss of passion, stature so grand, masculinity I ration. Teasing tongues deeply confined, within a succulent coven of mind. Steamy sways, as bodies are one, the stars shine thru the zealous sun. Sensuality soars, as limbs entwine, your soft, strong lips are mine. A creation so grand and humble, every gaze into your eyes I stumble. I wish love was all it proclaimed to be, instead of this empty dark hole in me.
Mistakes where made and fingers was pointed Falling from the trees Hearts was crushed and time was lost Blowing away with the breeze Words being said that slowed the time In its depth we drowned Our smile crosses its fingers Hiding our emotions frown Long forgotten fables and tales of dreams Spoke till I sleep inside Potions of sounds musical notes Brewing what I hide Chattering leaves confide our secrets Their season pigment our lips Entwined together forever Drinking in sips Clashes of tides fill our cup Running over with forever Fairy tells crashing letting go Of what we believed to be forever
Holy be ? You desire this of me… Is this possible am I able ? Consecration, dedication towards the goal ! Ultimate sanctification for any soul… Purity, virtue and piety… Just some names of a few, Made brand new. Written by: William Arthur Tell 1Pe 1:16 Because it is written, Be ye holy; for I am holy.
Politically correct I'm not; if you seek precision you ought, find the time, to define the rhyme of perfection in words you've sought. A simplicity of words I am; I do not write for status or glam, I pen my mind, whether thoughts callous or kind, truthfulness you'll find. Paper is more powerful for me, not keystrokes of a PC you see, a pen in hand, is more commanding and grand, when writing on demand. Following the norm is queer; I allow the pen and paper to steer, a symphony of life, thru every memory and strife, of a mother, daughter and wife. Technological progress I dread, only because the pen is now dead, so take heed in my words, though seemingly absurd, but a poetic pen should always be heard.
what you will when over that hill well your feet will swell and body might smell your hair will grey want to be lazy all day tummy will sag eyes will bag get bunions too on heels how shrew lose some teeth OMG good grief so if you will take it slowly up that hill Entry For Brian Strand's What You Will Contest I chose Footle
how could a girl so sweet and elegant, like the most beautiful flower to exist, like the sun that sets in the east, be able to bring me to my knees, with tears streaming down my face, i look into those eyes, SERENITY, bleeds from the eyes of thee, we built this bridge from the northwest down to the south, the biggest smile comes across her mouth, we built this on our own, now we stand face to face, a picture perfect showing, by the grace of the gods, and with our own bare hands we built this bridge from the ground up, with the finest forms of gold, now the beauty is ours, for the two of us to hold, don't let go girl, just take my hand, i'll place the whole world in your palms, you've given me the ability to stand on my own two feet again, everything is ours! you wipe the tears that fall down my cheek, that have covered the skin on my face, who knew the void in my heart could be so easily replaced, the light from heaven lays its hands down on us, the grace of your hands, such an elegant touch, this means so much, we built this golden bridge from the ground up. Everything will be fine. your eyes lock to mine, there is nothing that could have the power to bring this down, we'll stand here till the end of time! don't lose hope. keep the faith. realize that this is our place. our place in life. the silence exalts thee, not a word needs to be said, i can see the story written so delicately on your precious face, your smile brings me to my knees, dear God please, what we've given to save ourselves. what's happened between us, oceans have bridged us far apart, nothing could separate the passion in our hearts, the breathing never got too hard, i look into the eyes of an angel, we've written the pages of our own gospel. this is a story of courage, strength, perseverance, devotion, and and a woman and a man. whose backs have been pressed up against the the wall for far too long! now we stand hand in hand, as the sun beats down our necks, the breathing has gotten easier, now that we are not so far apart.
CULTURED Once I was initiated. Then I made it. Once I was negated. Today I am contemplated. Now I am a jazzy lady. They call me Classy Daisy. I'm upward bound. I'm never down. I am so amazing. I am sophisticated! ~Rhyme Battle! (Round 3)! Free Poetry Contest Entry~ ~Entry Date: March 02, 2014~ ~Motif: Rhyme Couplet~
Death silently creeps in as the rule of no exception he takes up a collection of lost souls with no more time the one priceless possession Void of whats right is the existance I've come to know everything surrounding turns to shame hidden in sorrow yet I still live for tomarrow to realize these mending dreams take a look inside me not a man who's self decieved My diary is none of me that I paint easily unveiling made up of painful poetic verses that show I let go of hateful feelings for I am steadily rising no longer seems like a chore every day I wake up leaves me wanting less much more The only thing that ever stopped me was the nightmare I came to be even through the worst circumstances they left me with a certain understanding Death now watches over me I'm careful to nod my head for without his protection many times now I would lay lifeless without a voice that guides me no master do I call Lord every ounce of belief in me other faith is too much to afford as my dreams become reality you can only watch in wonder while I perform my miracles not atop the mountain, but under.
to one who was never born I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters; put you to sleep with humming lullaby. I cannot, for you have never been born. Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you, coiling, illusory and innocent. Just any womb carrying a girl. You seem iridescent midst mother's warmth; it means nothing to you, if you may never be born as my little sister whom I have not put to sleep with a song. © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Don't weep for the loss I've merely swept across Know that I am here Always will I be near In the way you walk And the way you talk Thru your words of strife To guide you thru this life In your beautiful stare All the elements in the air Running thru your veins And whatever shall remain Presenting thru your smile And every lonesome mile With every beat of your heart You'll feel we're not apart With every warming breeze And the swaying of the trees Thru your precious laughter And every moment thereafter In those mesmerizing eyes Your mother is still alive In each and every thought Enacting what I've taught Thru the precious moments And every single torment Thru every scent you intake And each and every mistake Your mother has not died In your hearts where I reside
"can't" says the, voice inside, but i hold on, unruffled and calm, shove harder to, dimly hear, inside, "can" 21/3/2012 ninette sashi.prabhu(zeauoxian)
i dont mean to be pathetic wishing my phone would sound the little things the biggest my ear lay to the ground waiting for that signal reception just a symbol i tried to keep it simple heart crashing like a cymbal every thing i see kindly a reminder where I want to be out of place stealing the covers id like to find her lately my bed is having too much empy space i guess never say never sometimes i know better since I ever met her my heart wouldnt forget her quest for my questionin to be quenched matters of this nature puts people in a pinch my best for blessings stuck by a wrench disaster while riding despite tightening a cinch i made my bed now rest assured manifest destiny my only cure my arms not as long like I preferred let it go, watch, help it grow, I concur
We are all the colors a Patriot depicts, the red's the blues and whites a mix. We honor the soldier's creed till death, protecting our nation with every breath. Quitting is not an option you'll see, for a soldier's pride and honor succeeds. A soldier's mission will always come first, hungering for freedom with a thriving thirst. The American Soldier, our warrior of choice, will serve their people will a victorious voice. They are comrades in arms, till the very end, no one left behind, fellow man they'll tend. The American Soldier doesn't accept defeat, heroically they'll fight, in the cold and the heat. They are the guardians of freedom we forget, the American Soldier does not identify regret. Our way of life is because of their strength, for decades they've served at every length. The American Solder conveys honor and pride; for fallen soldiers, many tears they have cried. Honor our troops, for freedom is not free – it's the American Soldier whose provided liberty. Take a moment to praise the dedication and pride, of the American Soldier that never dies…….
Written October 7, 2012 My soul burns inside And it comes comes out to hide When its so shocked to hear That the darkness is here Would you believe in the words that I say Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls With a paper in front and a pen in my hand I just want to change the world Is it too much to ask Too abstract to grasp This idea that's been running I promise there's good change coming With a bullet and a gun You'll get any man to run But it takes diplomacy To get a real man to see Would you believe in the words that I say Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls With a paper in front and a pen in my hand I could really change the world Is it too hard to be The man I want to see When I look in the mirror Lord I pray it was clearer With a permanent marker I color in darker The world that I see Ain't what it should be Would you believe in the words that I say Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls With a paper in front and a pen in my hand I am going to change the world
Come, all of you who are thirsty! Whose life has run dry! Come to God's living waters. Your needs, he shall supply! Come, those without money! Come, buy and eat! Buy wine and milk without money! That you may be complete! Why spend money on what isn't bread? And labor with no satisfaction? Behold the glory of the Lord! He offers his wonderful salvation! Listen to God! And eat that which taste so sweet! God brings everything to the table, so that you may be complete! Allow your soul to delight, in the riches of God, most fare! Allow his goodness and mercy to keep you in his care! Listen to the voice of God now! That your soul may live! Won't you come and receive all, that God has to give? He's the God of creation, and is waiting for YOU! Come all who are thirsty! That your life may be renewed! By Jim Pemberton 07/14/13 Read Psalm 55:1-3
She looked at him with unsullied wide eyes blue She'd never loved or would a man so much, so long. She trusted him. He loved her and he was her world. And she his. She knew no other man nor men knew her and all was pure, as she was too. She just knew him, his healing word his gentle kiss his soft brief touch and all he had he gave, and all she took and wanted more, for all was safe in those, his guarding arms. She loved to laugh and he did too in those the days when she felt small She thought he was a force at times not man, but just for her and to her all his love he gave. She shone to him, the life he'd made. Now she gave him love for life, her gift to him She was his life and would give his for her, should shadow cross their path. She never thought that he'd do bad or break her trust or worse her heart She could not know that life is hard or that man is flawed for all his will. She would know but not today, today or now, tomorrow holds its secret sorrows still for her. She holds his hand as on they go, the sunshine's bright on wide eyes blue, the girl, her dad, as one. For now.
The world is my mirror, it reflects a man not yet made, so much pain and suffering reside, it will not change till I change inside, acknowledge what I am, an inflated ego, in denial of my true self, my sentient being suffocated by lies, this is the reflection I see, this is what is inside of me, and little by little the ego crumbles away and is buried by all of its crutches unfulfilled, the reflection changes with not one soul killed.
She wakes this morning Got along day ahead She's making sandwiches Hot soup and garlic bread She love to feed the homeless She sees on the street She will drive around the city To give them something to eat She goes to the hospital She love to helps the elderly She always volunteers To keep them company And to save the animals She campaigns tirelessly And she will never stop Till they are all free She goes to the orphanage She love to make the children smile She runs for cancer charity In the New York 10 k mile She protest to stop the wars And to free Palestine She doesn't like religions To control people minds They cutting down the rain forest She would love to stop it now She goes to the Amazon And stand in front of the plow She would loves to stop genocide She loves to give donations She would love to stop poverty From every nations She fights for the hopeless To end their misery And against all the oil spills That kills fishes in the sea She stands for human rights Against so many countries She loves to save humanity And to spread equality And she love to tell me Of all the wonderful things she does She is just an angel And a female Santa clause And I love to hear her talk Of all she would love to do And I know she wouldn't stop Till they all come true
Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay. Here and there but everywhere astray. Tick tack I am going to laugh at that. On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat. Jump started or kick started my day has begun. I'm holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run. Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do? Run all over the galaxies in search of you? Shucks you mucks, I'd do it all over again. But from time to time you stop when I begin. It's a life of life's bundling into one row. Yet it is step by step in which it can grow. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Does my face retrace the anger, of a once distant love affair? Do my curves exhaust a notion, that at one time we kindly cared? Yet, I still thrive. Does my smile rile your insides, and shadow a subtle act? Do my hips which sway in elegance, bestow this monstrous attack? Yet, I still thrive. Does my laughter force the cringe, grimaced upon your face? Do my fingers not gently guide you, to a once happy, exotic place? Yet, I still thrive. Does my spirit not depict beauty, of a once stunning shore? Do my lengthy legs not confine you, in perfect synchronization anymore? Yet, I still thrive. Does my sensuality no longer appease, the thirst once quenched within? Do my eyes announce the sadness, of forever living in sin? Yet, I still thrive. Does my lonely heart sob uncontrollably, noting a broken bond of hate? Do my tears not convey the purpose, of two lost souls with opposite fates? Yet, I still thrive.
Scanting, ranting, seething persona provides – the confinement and hatred inside you hide. Screaming, steaming, aggressive overtones – provide a key witness of a relationship unknown. Shivering, quivering, the innocent will crumble, to a raving lunatic with a malicious mad stumble. Convicted, addicted, to the same vindictive game, this romance conceived within lies and shame. Silently, violently, cursing the call of creation, vowing to avenge this marital bond castration. Pawing, gnawing, at an open bloody wound, strumming, and humming life's unforgiving tune.
Our God Reigns… Our God reigns in the heaven's above! Behold the mighty works of his power and love! Our God reigns in the mountains on high! His power reaches down to the deserts so dry! Our God reigns on his heavenly throne! He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes! Our God reigns over the majestic seas! His creation is magnificent! This you can see! Our God reigns over governments here on earth. He gave his son, so we can have a "new birth." Our God is mighty! Everyone shall kneel before him! He longs for us to worship and adore him! Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven. He wants to be your God! Won't you let him? Our God stands knocking at your heart's door. Won't you let him in? What are you waiting for? By Jim Pemberton
It Trickles Down His Walls in Thin Sheets, His Confines Broken By Light Rainfall. - It Soaks In - He Assumes The Foetal Position and Pulls The Covers Up Passed His Collar Bone. - The Lines Don't Match Up - Wincing at Various Thoughts That His Mind Conjures Up, Reliving History. - The Light Breaks His Window - Reminds Him That Those Who He Had Loved, And Those That Had Abused Him. - Walked Under The Same Sun - His Body Remained Peacefully Still as He Sank Deeper into Himself. - Moving in His Thoughts For Hours - The Only Place Where Solace Seemed Existent, Behind a Mould of Replication. - He Walks With Her Hand in Hand - - Sleeping With Her Under Stars of His Own Creation -
Love floats by, reaching, tantalising, meandering, tip-toeing past pain, leaping through walls, weakening the barricades, of the most private heart. Love settles in, trusting, searching, dissolving, quietly beyond anguish, erasing the desolation, soothing a battered spirit, enveloping the shivering soul. Love stays, it is true, love endures, as do you
A Resolution for This Time (Based on Eccl. 3:1-15) ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I long to see the beauty of my time Hear music from eternal bells that chime Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever Look toward heaven that last forever I'll grasp my part in each life occasion Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion Accept God's design for each life season Submit that I need not know His reason I will celebrate life so wondrous born Understand that death is not always scorn Propagate goodness and wholeness in life And uproot that which causes pain and strife I'll concede it's sometimes proper to kill But until convinced I'll promote goodwill Useless things I will tear down and destroy Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn Together find God's healing as we mourn Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance I'll speak with passion, let pieces scatter Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug When acceptable, open arms and hug For things of value I'll search at great cost When searching is exhausted count it lost When usefulness has ended, throw away But don't allow important things to stray Now is the time to tear some things apart Then with care I'll mend and make a new start Learn the lesson that silence is golden Of words fitly said men are beholden I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust Teach that kindness and fairness are a must In war, anger and malice find release But I'll use my voice to encourage peace Yesteryear's events once again will be To measure their success we wait and see God's deeds are good, lasting and without flaw Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.
' More Will Rise … ' 71st Senryu They Shoot Messengers They Cannot Kill The Message More Rise, To Tell It ! …
Her look that day, Should have told me everything she could not say. Unprepared, I stared. She walked away. As she tossed our ring, I felt the sting. If I'd known then How I feel today, I'd heal the abscess and my heart's decay, Before her affection left me there that day. JS Lambert
I have finally reached my destination Coming in from several directions A heart filled with ambition A mind filled with passion!
We're Lost Without God… As God is removed from this great nation. We end up with a confused and lost generation. As God is forbidden, in our public schools. The tide of immorality is what "rules." As God is often mocked and discarded. It was Godly principles this country was started! As anything of God seems to get scorned. We tend to worship many ungodly forms. As God's word is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what God is all about! As God's plans for living are tossed and abused. We have many people very lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the creature. They look to themselves as being the "teacher." As people ignore God, many get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation "bleeding." It's him and his word, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won't you come to the Lord, and invite him in? Won't you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It's only in him that we can be complete and whole! By Jim Pemberton
Life can bring many difficult situations! Often, there's really no explanation! No matter how smart or how wise, Things can take us totally by surprise! We can often find our life off course. Many times, being driven by a "dark force." I know that it's hard to know what to do. Especially with what you may be going through! I can't think of all the right words to say… To help you make it through another day! But there's someone, I can ask you to turn to! He loves and is most concerned about you! His name is Jesus! The almighty God is he! He's committed to you now! And for eternity! He's the one that you can trust and lean on! And is someone that you can certainly depend on! Won't you give him an opportunity to help you? He reaches out his hand! Because he loves you! He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure! He can completely fill you! Beyond measure! The decision is yours! A choice to be made! There's nothing for Jesus what's worth the "trade!" He's everything that any of us can ever think of! And can do more for you! Than you ever dreamed of! He's the alpha and omega! The beginning and the end! Won't you allow him to be your savior and friend??? By Jim Pemberton
How to Invest in your Valentine Hours ? Daisies are Stubby, Daffodills have a Spout, Watch out for Cupid, For He's Sure to be Out. Poppies are Red, Forget-Me-Nots are Blue, Be Sure to get Flowers, For your Little Missy-Sue. Marigolds are Short, While Sunflowers are High, Chocolates are Sweet, Prepare for your Cutie-pie. Pink Pansies with Petals so Soft, Lily of the Valleys that Smell so Sweet, This Time and Day you Must Share, Dinner on the Town will Be a Nice Treat. Some Flowers like to Climb, While many Others Seem to Crawl, A Smile - Tight Hug with a Gentle Kiss, Realizing your Efforts were Worth it ALL ! Written by William Arthur Tell Lu 12:27 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
In a room filled with a solitary red hue The bourgeois spins a wheel With no destination, nor need She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice But she does not see - the rien I see The monster approaching her empty dreams Spinning still - she does not know The insomniac rose will begin to grow The thorn of clandestine and ebony Ostracized for he began to realize What lies in nonsense is decadence Which sparks interest Who's lover is a dadaist But his story is over now As Seth lead the way A poet dies in dismay The thorn as she spun penetrated A distraction and a lack of action She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation Of crass, rebellious - ways The thought laid it's seed In her Gaulish mind it breeds She has no other need and no regrets So she proceeds and the smile lets With full intention and desire Caring none of her fate that will transpire She presses her finger on the thorn So now she bleeds knowingly she did not recede
He who abides in me, and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit ! Fill His basket up over the rim, Showering your Love onto Him ! Reflect on immortal thoughts, Envelop ; seal the wild hearts ! Christ : The Tree ~ connects us as a cord. Work gleefully as unto Him ~ The Lord ! Grin and bear... He who abides in me, and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit ! Copyright McCuen 2009 (Except for Scripture Verses)
I was thinking about liberty this past Memorial Day, How the freedom won by others is here for us to stay. It wasn't just the stroke of a pen that made men free, But the hard and difficult sacrifices, that gave us Liberty. We broke the allegiance to a king so far away, Pulled together as a nation, that has survived until today. We've fought against our own brothers to make slavery die, We still are healing from those wounds, with every racial cry. Like other nations bent on their empire's expanse, We have fought to that tune and made other men dance. But our stance has been true though all the horrors, Especially when we sent our boys to the "War To End All Wars". The world thought it worked and it did for awhile, But tyranny and evils will not end with only a smile. Another generation of men to freedom's call, And the flag with 48 stars then, was needed by all. Even after the victories we had an uphill fight, The evils among us would not take flight. So Freedom and Liberty have to be won each day, By those who survive the battle's fray. Not only the soldier is in that battle you know, Each one of us, has that same burden to tow. For if we are to remain free in this great land, "Liberty and Justice for ALL" must go hand in hand. When we know of wrong being done, It is our duty to help, as Freedom's citizen. Not just with lip service which continues despair, But get in the trenches, and Liberty repair. It is the hard won fight that brought us this far, The hard won victories of goodness and care. Have we forgotten who we are and from whenst we came? The words of "Freedom and Liberty" would not be the same. Except that a few men had the willingness to forego, Their fortunes, their lives, and to their posterity bestow. That Freedom and Liberty should come to all in this land, Can we do less, to keep to their plan? Someone once said, "It's not easy being me." It is harder still to live in the land of the Free. Where we enjoy our Liberty and Freedom to choose, Yet, how often have we let it be abused? Vote...if you want to keep your Liberty, Vote...if you want your children to be Free. It is in our right to vote that we have won this prize, Do not let its light be dimmed by "I don't need to..." sighs. For men the world over have we sent our own to save, For Freedom and Liberty - and The Home of The Brave!
And we thought that after a hundred writings the inspiration suddenly ceases to exist making us completely wordless; it's something we cause not seeking or following intuition, halting the flow of the fountain from which inspiration rushes. Why show eagerness to be among the top ten? Poets, be aware twriteethat the creative mind is led by a pen: it's not too easy to compose original thoughts ... should they imitate another and claim it as their own? Create works that others will read and remember, don't assume that you aren't good enough as poet, don't feel hurt by someone's idiocy, never pull your hair... by making mistakes, you will improve your craft! Diligence and patience will take you far and beyond, realize that the creative mind is led by the pen creating an image write passionately and get that sought-after reward.... all words written on paper become the testimony of a modern age.
Hopelessly lying, in a dying bed of depression, miserably crying, while trying your confession. Blackening walls, and halls of a fading youth, Gruesomely calls, of gnaws towards the truth. Fading beauty, so snooty to those content, wailing a duty, sooty, those content dissent. Towards a failing, unveiling of bloody torment, concealing the name of shame, not so innocent. So cheap, sinking deep, into a sea of emotion, I weep, at the reap of sowing our lost devotion. I shudder with stutter, at a marital decapitation, you utter, like no other, at a romantic prostration. A defile and vile odor is cast amongst the decay, I smile in denial, as those lost lover's betray. Sinking deeply within, our sins have been fed, doses of greed, they feed till all beauty is dead. Take cover in the pain, remain emotionally numb. Hide within the sin, wherein you succumb. Tread the waste, and taste the defeat, of a shattered, tattered passion down on Broken Heart Street.
Worlds Apart… The words are in my head, but I don't know what to say And I don't know where to start, we're worlds apart… So many years of love between us So many days of joy we've shared So many countless nights of passion And now we feel the wear and tear Can't see through the wall between us Can't live through the endless fight Can't survive the pain or pressure Close our eyes to the blinding light The words are in my head, but still I don't know what to say And I don't know where to start, because we're worlds apart… Seen through your eyes or through mine I believe the picture looks the same The truth is all wrapped up in lies And neither of us can hide the shame Not one of us better than the other We both can read between the lines With each day it grows much clearer We both have seen the warning signs The words are all within my head, but some things I just won't say And I don't know where to start, we are worlds apart… Another night of useless struggle As you now dream asleep at rest And tomorrow come the morning I will arise to another breath And as another day of endless longing Begins to come alive in me Still another part now weeping Will fail to open its eyes and see The words are all within my head, but I don't know what to say And I don't know where to start, we are worlds apart…
The True Meaning of Easter The true meaning of the Easter story, Is God's Son came down to Earth from glory. Jesus really does love you and me. He was born to die that you might be free. For 33 years, he lived among sinful men. Then one day was to be an atonement for our sin. He who was born of the virgin Mary's womb. Was to one day rise again from an empty tomb. So many people have gotten into a habit, of replacing Jesus with the bunny rabbit. So please reach out to others and let them know, Of the lover and redeemer of their soul. The true meaning of Easter must forever be said. Of God's son who died, but arose from the dead! By Jim Pemberton
In the morning of the night I looked to the light to find what was right but all I found was left being deft in the night. I was not contrite with this inner fight as I lied attempting to sleep but was slight. The night's fight was ripe with spite as I was lost in the middle of my left and right. Lines of site are veiled with obligatory inquiries of yin or yang or black or white. Should I disinvite the blight within to settle the fight of left and right? Or make haste of left even though it's not right. But the left was and is deft and is pulling the weight tonight. The right is though, right… but should I be left? I have to be forthright as a knight by being right but being left I am bereft in my plight. Even now I write to find my right but can't change the left. Having left….could I ever be right?
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION ~JSLambert
overwhelming thoughts with screams suffocating time as tears form the river of denial i drift deeper out of my mind grasping for air as i attempt to see what isn't there coveting words that cling onto my ability to care lacking self control i search for something, anything to grab scratching, biting, clawing my doorway to deaths cold slab songs that which i sing in memories of whispers and prayer beating to the seductive release of that which isn't fair i try and try to overcome this realities haunting sin i dig deeper and deeper throwing away my soul within twisting and turning seeping with silence sleeping and spinning weeping in violence learning to regret and never to forgive unable to accept it was me who lived
Tears I shed for a boy I didn't know Connected with him through the Holy Spirit Society says men are not suppose to cry Yet God made me this way My tears spilled over to God's servant Pete A balm for his broken heart In that moment we were forever connected His pain and faith became mine I will treasure his gift He walks with Grace and Courage He carries his head high Not once losing sight of God's great love Scriptures stored in his heart have new meaning God is not a liar All of his promises have been kept I am left in awe of God's great Love Sadness has been transformed to light Light that will guide me down God's narrow path One day I will meet this unknown boy He will greet me at Heaven's Gate A place where all tears are washed away
God Gave Us His Truth, But Many Reject It! God gave us his truth… But many reject it! Many have chosen a lie… And accept it! God gave us his word, so we can live by his rules. Without God in our lives, many have become "fools." Refusing God's holy truth, and accepting a corruptible lie! They believe whatever untruth can "satisfy." For this reason, many have a very confused mind! As many look for answers of various kinds! God's word is the only truth to securely build on! But many have brought confusion to build their lives on! The principles of God's word, give true freedom to all! Won't you "wake up?" And heed the master's call? God is calling everyone to listen to what he's saying! It's time we seek his truth! In humbleness and praying! The truth of Jesus Christ is the most important thing! He has the answer to whatever life may bring! Please allow his precious truth to touch your life today! He can remove and take all doubts away! The words of Jesus Christ ring loud and very clear! He'll bring the sunshine in! Any darkness will disappear! By Jim Pemberton
It's a great day, When I can say, I am the best me, And you will see. I will come to you in a dream, I will be a shout with a scream. I will be an unmistaken seed. Balancing every want or need! I am on a mission you see, To be the very best of me, There will be nothing to say. The Moon will set my day. I am the need, The deep seed, You will hear my scream, Planting myself in a dream! © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Can this ever stop The world is blacked by the lunar love All the tides have gone undone The seas beckon us with their rage Will they ever calm The mist covers our sight The storm comes Her eyes are the color of dyed blue With her raven hair and crimson lips She sleeps quietly waiting for the innocence of me But I've already put her in vain And tossed her aside I've already condoned my belovéd The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love I cry but the sun cant hear Do I exist? This eclipse took over Now I'm left to face it all Left in the dark where can we go Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Fly away from the scene The tides are blind from the madness Even to the mountains they'll kiss The storm is too much The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The ghosts are tangled in my dreams They play with what was meant to be forgotten But I know there must be a away To find the closure But so lost are we So lost I've been Save yourself from the downfall How close are we to the edge This is what the rage has done This is what the sin has done The desire was so much I couldn't face it In the eyes Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love The moonbeams light up my pale face I don't want to be seen Banished from this world I'll ever be Take me away from this Take me away from the Lunar Love Lunar love is what we'll be Lunar love is what we have Forgetting the shame is just a Another winless game
Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth In countless times, where did these countless hours fall? Aura suffocates our senses Leaving a trail full of fear Fear of the unknown Bottled up, your heart shifts Feelings of insecurity Breaking the glass inside yourself It robs your bones From the inside out So pale, you stand broken Will you follow the smoke That was left behind For you to choke upon?
Their is some-thing That which I do hate A bout writing... ----- Was it all that fun to you For me it was so un-inviting Even-though I had a spell=check I some-times think that It is lying.... I think that it is too late Their is so much spelling I always' make a mistake Yet, and still I just keep on trying ------ This is the kind of thing' That I am tired' of fighting But, just the same I will just keep on writing.... ------ So, now I do this new thang It is called CREATIVE WRITING.... And I will never go back! Those fingers' just keep a Typing.... GH
Was thinking long and hard about giving up writing. Convinced myself that I'm a quitter and there's no sense in fighting To keep the only thing that kept me far from the edge But I can't pretend. Pretend that it isn't my Fortress of Solitude That's honoured me with solemn servitude. That it hasn't helped put me to rest, thought and mind, By accepting the past on paper and keeping it close behind. I was thinking logically and analytically Because it seems to be the only thing I'm good at. Thinking about everything I've seen and everyone I've fought to keep, They're all gone now, only to be found in memories. They say Poets and Artists are the architects of Heaven And only they know it's the hardest when no one buys what they're selling. No one wants to listen and no one wants to see Because everyone's so sure of what you're supposed to be. But what are you supposed to do when you've dedicated your life to understanding? When you can empathize with your brother, but your own sight you can't stand it. When you feel that there's a missing piece and so the wholes hurting. Swim out long past the reef and any safety that you keep to do some soul searching. Days and months fighting fears, love and tears, digging the hard soil. Only to find that missing piece you desperately seek is hidden deep beneath. When you've found the straw that broke the Camels back Only to find there's a million more underneath. What are you supposed to do when you follow the chains Long past the plains in hopes to break the link. Kill the ties that bind and have held you for so long, Only to find there is no ball, you were free all along. And in your days of darkness with no life to sip or sup All the hands around your back were never meant to keep you up And all of those who have kept you down will fight to keep you dancing to their beat. Any impenetrable man once stabbed in the heart, will crumble with defeat.
Christ Stepped Down From His Heavenly Throne! Christ stepped down, from his heavenly throne. He came to earth… For 33 years, he called it his home! His mission had one purpose and desire in mind! He was to one day, be a sacrifice for mankind! He taught and gave us his words, powerfully spoken! He knew that one day, his body would be broken! He desired that all, would one day, come to know him! Because of his resurrection, all can receive him! He's alive today! And reigns from heaven above! And desires to touch us, with his endless love! Won't you humbly come, and accept what he's given? And experience the power, of being forgiven! This can be your moment! This can be YOUR day! He loves you much more, than words can say! All honor and praise, to Christ Jesus, our king! You are our righteousness! Our everything! By Jim Pemberton
It burns and it stings. It hurts. More than drowning beneath the ice. More than remaining in a kindled flame She hits and I no longer cry. Why mother, why? It burned and it stung. The markings remained, returned, and were relived Looking, loving, and little known loathing were the known ways of living. Never was their pity for the child that cried Never was their relief for the child that tried You were that lovely bird that understood the complications of felicity Nothing looked the same in those dewy browns of yours. My everbeating would cry tears of joy. The others-they were yet to appear. Caring Mother, o' so fair You were that beautiful bird filled with care. The others came and were not alone. Their two suitors sat on the throne. Rampage and rage why did you come? I began to wither and wither slumping along. So very soon I- the child of fines- became a human raceme. The droops of the Lily of the Valley became the slumping of my heart. My lovely bird the enemy had taken you and the person you were is far from near. For that divine nature left its intricate self and you became irretrievable my big bird. All of your fairness died. With that went my pride. Mother, Mother what moved you so? Your intense spirt vanished only to supplement a monster. Mother, Monster and your tar filled lungs. How did I kill that liver that was so, so strong? The lesson of pain was one you came to learn. My darling bird why did you turn? My lovely bird and your big brown eyes I'll tell you once, but never twice. Pain is only a flower for it blooms and dies And a mistake can be killed as quickly as lice. You dear bird hurt me well. Though, haven't you heard? Weakness is a souls greatest strength. You brought me up, then you brought me down. You haved helped, hurt, and hindered my blazing spirit. A hero in my heart-I left you down in your deep black slumber. Escaping those terrible nights To go for the town of delights.
Have you ever seen a snail run? They're a hardy little soul. You might say, they meet their fears head on… While charging toward their goal They're great at long-term commitments, As you can obviously see. For they know how to stay the course, While they get from A to B. Still, don't expect much fight or sass To come as they are on their way. For their concentration stays spot on, While on a run, come what may. There would truly be less fighting, If only, we were like these souls. And imagine all the work we could get done, If we were more set toward our goals. And imagine what a better world, This could truly be… If we did not bother other souls, And simply let them be… Written 8-1-2012
The earth shudders and the dust of a thousand years lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation and beneath this blanket plates grind together in sudden need A craving to bring dried and edged flesh with the moisture of the oceans above together once more and cry out in the joy of ecstasy to release their pressure And be at once reconciled And the world let's out its breath, gives up what is most sacred to it in reverence of this Moment: And I dare say this moment is mine, to the child that toiled the fields hoe in hand and the patterns in the soil the patterns in the soul through which water poured and escaped in pores like water through a parched man's fingers and patterns fled this farm Leaving a parched man lamenting the presence of fingers in times of thirst, And to the child toiling in the fields the pattern is in the pitch of his shoulders and the pounding of the sun the pattern that should never seep through unseen holes but it seeps down his back and across his fingers upon his hoe it dribbles down and finds the escape of patterns long lost and the sweat of his toil slips through the gaps in his soil and the heaving of his shoulders is lost with the patterns, So this old farmer he does not tread his fields, sheltered behind wood and warmth of fire he huddles in his world of four walls and dares not the fields outside Where await the failures of his toil, and when the earth shuddered in joy of this moment Knowing in its wisdom all that was to be known the earth shudders and the dust of not so many years It lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation And beneath it all Sees the farmer The pattern of his toil And lo and behold It was not wasted But a hands width beneath The soil that caked his world And by his own hand Hidden as it were The patterns of his toil And the story that is told Bittersweet In the exultation of a breath Let go.
I want to taste her. Not anyone specifically, I just crave to know what it all could really mean. I would fall for her. Knock down these Berlin sized walls I have up. But my world sucks because Her is just a figurative way of discribing something that may never come.
What is this? This way I feel? I've never felt before A desire for a love to heal A heart so cold and sore Out with the old And in with the new To my past love, I never told But I'm happy at the chance to meet you Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places I want someone to hold dear by my side Each and every night To be there when I want to hide And tell me everything's alright Meet someone with their heart so open, their eyes so wide Who reminds me of the one I lost To pick up the pieces, while to my life revive And breathe love's warm fires on a heart of frost She's out there somewhere, thinking of me As I am of her Just a blank face in our minds For which our hearts slowly burn Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places And my past love will do the same Meet someone kind, and new Know he'll grow to love her name Just as I did, and still do What will come of them, I'll wonder Pray she finds happiness beyond compare Under the sun, rain, and thunder But to share these feelings with my new love, I wouldn't dare Discovering Love is pretty overwhelming In my heart, so many feelings assembling So much beauty in so many faces Spread across the world, in a million different places
Just A Little Talk With Jesus… Why not talk to Jesus? And spend some time alone? Won't you ask him to be the Lord of your heart and home? Just a little talk with Jesus can make your day so bright. He can heal your troubles and make everything "alright!" Just a few moments with him can make all of the difference! His love can give you hope and a joyous experience! Feel free to share with him your every need and concern! Won't you allow him to guide you at life's every turn? Won't you allow his cleansing power to take your sins away? He can make you a new person! And can do it TODAY! The time you can spend with him, is time you won't regret! HE will never fail you! And hasn't let go of anyone yet! Just a little talk with Jesus will bring sweetness to your soul! The words of Christ can completely make you whole! Please remember a promise from the beginning of time. When God created the world... He had all of us in mind! Spending time with Jesus will be the best thing you did! Won't you accept his love and willingness to forgive? Just think about the opportunity with Christ you can share! You can have time with him! And can meet him anywhere! Behold the glory of our Lord! He reigns from heaven above! You can enjoy his presence! And the power of HIS LOVE! By Jim Pemberton
< she has cast her .... shadow thus transformed and expanded this notable profession into the twenty first century Entry For Brian Strand's Ekphrasis Contest G.L. All Florence Nightingale The 39th Nurse - 1820-1910 The Florence Nightingale Museum London England
Who hit it big: and who got snub! The Oscar nomination is in Who got snub and who won? Would the world become a better place? When a father can take his son to the park Before dark without all gun fire; Life can take us anywhere, but no matter where we go Let pray that isn't an outbreak of the flu, To make us stay indoor with all the aches and pain behind closed doors Intensify and scary; as it may seem until Quvenzhané Wallis 9-Year-Old youngest best actress nominee, In Hollywood nomination history: won her first trophy Just when you thought everything was going great Hundreds of whales trapped under the frozen water near Canada: Mother Nature is definitely trying to tell us something. To believe that it was warmer in that part of that region: a confused school of whales; Had to bailed Ben Laden death photo may stay secret Why not reveal it? It might be better off saving the one horn Rhino Or debating the value of a family dog in Texas One more day in a verse in the news
I Still Love the Lord In The Same Old Fashioned Way! No matter what many people may have to say. I still love the Lord in the same old fashioned way! No matter the burden. No matter the cost! Christ gave me his life! That day on the cross! The holiness of my Lord is awesome and very real! Behold the Lord God! The God of Israel! Jesus has created me. And his word tells me. Everything about my life... He already knows me! He's called me to give up everything! And follow him! I want to do what he asks of me, because I love him! He will help me to be the kind of person he wants me to be. He has called me to holy living. Because he loves me! This way of living, may seem to be "old fashioned" by many. But the life he gives, is worth more than all of this world's money! He gives joy unspeakable! And the half hasn't been told. One day soon, I shall walk on those streets of gold! He gives an abundant life! This is why he came! Everything I'll ever need... I can find in his name! The road to eternal life, is a narrow road to travel on. Christ is someone I can always depend on! Thank you Lord! For your love so sweet! All of my burdens and worries, I lay at your feet! You're worth everything to me! What more could I ask? I have a heavenly life with you, that will always last! By Jim Pemberton
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun
Parents are very fierce on expectations by holding the rod.... they mean well, but they crush or ignore their teens' wishes; not all are meant for professional careers, others choose trades to express themselves in the best ways they know how. My dad wanted me to be an aircraft engineer, but I rebelled and chose a writing career; I disappointed him a lot by disobeying... but as much as I love airplanes, I prefer writing. I envision those airplanes as thoughts traveling through space on floating clouds, and they are lovely indeed...like the fearless birds flying past the hazy horizon; I wonder how any pilot finds the courage to fly them without looking down... I peaked through that window: all I saw was a blue Earth with majestic mountains. Being a writer is not a guaranteed profession, or a tale from rags to riches... its the happiest one, but it's full of personal satisfaction and self esteem; there's none like it, and on that expectation, I've built my childhood long dream, but the biggest thrill of all is to see your words translated in many languages. Sadly, my dad passed away and his bitterness I recall with pain; it wasn't an act of disobedience, but a matter of choice, or even worthiness, and the choice of one's heart always seems to be the right one! Can anyone among you see my refusal as betrayal, or a desire for greatness?
Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes of parchment and prayer flag. Smiling faces walk swiftly through corridors of ancient walls carved from living mountains, spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. Eagle feathers jounce as soft moccasins dance heartbeat on the prairie hair of Mother Earth. Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms offering prayer pipes to their men, who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. Hula dancers waft sea breeze in the heat waves of Pele's fire. Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds, as molten lands part the waters and oasis the humble in a paradise where lei lines encircle life. Patience of a thousand thousand years, we wait for peace. Condor circles as mountains spirits speak telling stories of forever and ever. Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists to nourish the living land and feed the collective soul the medicine of dreams. Patience of a thousand, thousand years, we wait for peace. "Imagine all the people" sound waves and ipods park bench hosts to afternoon drummers, as momentum gathers inner city gardeners and beekeepers buzzing to the cyber shifts of "sharing all the world". Patience of a thousand, thousand years we wait for peace.
Temptations again they do be daily Ode to Jesus Christ dare I not fail they Surround by sin how can I win With faith and truth of heart No matter how the enemy comes at me Be I righteous and show charity
< Artist searching for a muse Creativity is the key Recant those memories Open your heart and soul Start spreading the news There's poetry to be found Inside each and everyone of us Can't you hear the music To the beaten drum Whistle while you work Or you'll snooze and lose Entry For Jared Pickett's Contest Acrostic 2 G.L. All
Lost in a moment of waiting patiently wasting away Eventually, is my motto and maybe is where I reside Another sunrise, another sunset I'm still here twiddling thumbs Any day now is my hotel room passing the time, is my specialty Here I am again dillydallying bidding away all my time I'm another second closer I know it's comming so so soon There is no time to waste That's what I've heard before, but to me I find time plentiful and so I toss it aside carelessly lost in a moment of waiting I'm still here twiddling tumbs I'm yet another second closer There is plenty of time to waste.
When heartache or uncertainty fill your days and nights, Remember now, more than ever, just don't give up the fight! His hands are layed upon you each and every day. Listen quietly and you'll feel it, not only when you pray. Sharing with a trusted friend will help to see you through. The outcome of your life you know, depends on what you DO. It only takes a willing heart and actions that seem odd, but through your struggles, you'll find strength - in the hands of God.
people now a days care what people think about them and want to be liked for more then just who they are and they will lie and and try to make friends for the wrong reasons and they want to be liked by all and many people and they will be what that type of person wants them to be. is it really worth it to be something your not when there are people out there in the world who will like you for you and you can make true friendships that will last longer and wont hurt you in the end. if you want to make true friends you will need to be able to act like yourself for the whole time and try to find those people that will think of you as hey i like him/her and i want to be friends with them. People want to be liked by as many people that they can and they wish that they could find the people that like them for them and they want to be able to be like by a lot of thos people but they are hard to find if you have the mentality that you have to fake who you are. if you will take the chance and try to talk to new people that you dont know not just the cool people you might be amazed at what you find and form a true bond that will last throug a life time. people want to be popular and want to be able to do what the poular people do all of the time but is it worth it if you cant even find the true you anymore. i wish all of the people in the world had what it took to say you know what im me if you dont like it then buzz off. if more people did that i think that we would have a lot more people in this world that are happy and have fun with the people that matter and will be able to talk to them about anything. people dont know what a strong gift it is to be different then the other people around them and if they would just stop and act like themselfs then they will be happy and people are ment to be different and be a leader not a follower. people can read this and say what ever they like me for me and i dont have to believe you and it is also your choice to take what you hear and apply it and it is your choice to ignor it i hope you will learn something from this and use it to become a better person and be a happier person.
It was overwhelming, it was lovely It was my definition of forever, it was empowering I spread it into the sea Into space, time, and everything in between or beyond I spread it into their souls I spread it throughout the forgotten dimensions Betrayal, a curve ball Unexpectedly knocking me from this universe I floated, away from everything i had seen I was spread, beyond the city I was spread, further from the seas Closer to the bottom The light became dim The light became an illusion The truth had been unfolded beneath Like a trench, eager to sub duct innocence of loyalty For I had traveled so far... The spark, what is now a burden What now burns For once, it lit the way It guided the way that the mind created The illusion we were eager to find Now all that is left And of course, Only the foolish search for the spark
Oh how can one capture Your beauty on paper Without you evaporating Off as it is your nature The stars are your jewels The moon is your crest Everyone drools As if blessed Your silence is serenity That whisper to my thoughts An overwhelming beauty That ties my stomach up in knots How humble I am sound A beauty incomparable With a radiance so profound Your absence is unbearable
[The Cypress Is In Bloom] The cypress is in bloom I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take She's in my mind, vaporously, Lauding with my, dangers and fears Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths Leading me go Cypress, Marigold Immortally, willows, forevermore Forevermore [To Question; To Know] My argentine silence, your only condonicy Ends with such eath The Mockingbird in me--died Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame With an infinity of joy Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names My breath starves for only more The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore She falls to her knees, why for? Celandine she will be Celandine is she [Bead] The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux, La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux, So Celandine are you Celandine are you [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
All on Me… I can't help but feel the strain Of the weight of a world I created Can't mistake my inner faults and guilt That I have fallen way too short No serenade can I sing to you And of that I am ashamed No resolution and no compromise on the position I am in No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me… Can I right the wrongs that I've done each day Can two wrongs make a right of me Can I face the failures of my past Or of this day right here and now? If the mirror reflects the shadow or the light And if I'll remain a part of the picture, we'll see I am short on definition But long on words that paint the picture Feeling like I can't move from day to day… I believe I must align my heart and mind as one My body and soul right behind They must follow suit, they must fall into line It may be my last chance at life…and it is high time we stood to live! No resolution and no compromise, I cannot sacrifice our needs In the end it is all on me No other answer to the question than to turn and look at me Point the finger in my direction because in the end it is all on me… I have to ask, for how long will you believe in this dream?? Because in the end, I want it all to fall on me…
You were a waste of time Not even deserving of a good rhyme Fist clenched, sweat damping my face Anxious to find my place I take the first step It takes a hold Just as if I were driving wearing a blindfold Grabs me tight I try so hard to fight I feel my heart race, I begin to pace At least it reminds me that I'm part of the human race I take the first step First we meet to say our goodbyes I say must walk alone I say must fall alone For I am capable of picking myself up Embracing the world like a new born pup I am sorry to say…I can no longer stay So afraid of failing That was why I kept on bailing I am now ready to take the next step I can no longer hide I need to realize my own ability buried deep inside I set myself free And finally discover the real me You see my dear… It is this little thing in life that hinders us This little thing we call FEAR…
Many speak of courage and the dragons that they meet But what of the dragon within, deep within the deep A beast so terrifying, it's made many a strong man weep No flames bursting from its maw Instead a song so captivating it lulls you to sleep All other dragons are scales in its hide One must enter its lair alone and bow at its feet You must respect its power before you draw your sword Because once you stab its heart you in turn pierce your own Mustering this kind of courage is no easy feat By killing the dragon you also kill yourself You are reborn in the womb of wombs You awake to the world humbled and renewed For it's embracing the truth of this beast That allows you the clarity to recognize peace
I find myself feeling so cliché at times. I want what I can't have. I need you but not that bad. Thoughts of jealousy never cross my mind when I picture you with him. A typical story with a typical ending, Despite all my break and bending; Despite all my break and bending; You know what you are to me And yet I still float here weightlessly all the while. For my sake I'll swallow my heart and gag at the taste. I don't love you, I won't let myself. Or is that just the taste of denial. My mind is what's in control. Emotions hardly ever play a role. It pains me to say How easy it is for me to turn away. What I need is what our friendship is lacking. I will never ask for more than what you can give. I know what you can and what you refuse to. Being strung along is something no one should have to get used to. So all and all I ask myself. Do I fly or do I fall? Run away from what I feel, Or abandon pride to seal the deal? I'm just praying for the next best thing. To take my mind away from what has been. All summer long they've come and gone. But still, for your hand I seem too long.
Front and Center! Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven. White angels soaring. If by chance, Ordered to enter; Through St. Peter's Permission; I demand from you chancellor; A swift insanity plea, submission. For this troubled soul is plagued, By vast displays of wicked ways. None lost. Courtesy of meticulous examination. Love lost. Diligence pending Investigation. Key Evidence, perpetually documented In Sin's ominous catalog. Rebuke my Judge! For multitudes of shortcomings, He failed to ascertain. Moreover, present was He, When Satan drafted me. First round, Pick three. His Fantasy League... "The Eternal Infernos of Pain" JS Lambert
ALERT: A carpenter's son is loose in the Temple Birds flutter, animals hustle, merchants scream. The zeal for Jesus' Father's house consumes Him As the place for foreigners to pray had become a zoo. ALERT: A prophet is setting up for a Baal battle. Baal's priests even cut themselves yet no fire. After taunting, Elijah fills his altar with water. Calling on God, fire consumes and people bow. ALERT: An old man is building a huge boat ship. Without a cloud in the sky and only son's to help. When finished the animals come on call to board. Rain starts, doors close – 8 saved by holy passion. ALERT: Jesus is telling a tax collector he'll join him for dinner. Heedless of the Pharisees despising and the crowd's surprise. Zacchaeus totally changes – offering to multiply stolen money. A single sinner saved multiplies even more this holy passion. ALERT: Peter plus are preaching in the Temple again. After being imprisoned for just that, now rearrested. Whipped by the authorities, the disciples rejoice - For they've been counted worthy to suffer with Christ. ALERT: Daniel's praying openly even after it's become illegal. The royal advisers gleefully have the king throw him to the lions. Strangely they don't seem hungry till after Daniel is pulled out. So the king openly praises Daniel's God for this amazing miracle. DOUBLE ALERT: Jesus is talking to a Samaritan woman!!!! Breaking cultural barriers to share the message of salvation To her who has been married 5 times and is living with the 6th. She believes he's the Messiah and brings the town to Christ! ALERT: Paul's going back into the same town that stoned him. He's preaching again after shipwreck, jail, beatings, and such. Persecution seems to encourage Paul that he's doing the right. Passionately following the Savior who turned Him 180 degrees. ALERT: Bible translators burned at the stake for God's Word. Missionaries avoid death and disease long enough to share life. Stirring Holy Passion in receptive people who repeat the cycle. Changing cultures in bondage into those sharing Jesus' love. ALERT: What passion has the Lord put on your heart? Mine? Can we pray to see His will find its way in our everyday lives So the lost shall see, hear, find Christ and grow to share Him? Eternity is forever, this life is not. Fill us Lord with holy passion.
Lord, help me to make a difference in someone's life today And to preach Jesus in what I do and say… Help me to make a difference in this world that surrounds me What you have done in my life continues to astound me! Help me to make a difference in the hearts of men. That I may show others what it means to be BORN AGAIN! Help me to make a difference in my prayer life too As I want to daily be in LOVE WITH YOU! Help me to make a difference in the reading of your word. May I share your scripture to the many who've never heard! Help me to make a difference in the life you've given to me… I once was blind. But now CAN SEE! Help me make a difference wherever I may go. As your Holy Spirit teaches and enriches my soul! YOU are the difference to a world that's perishing… YOU offer true love…And life that's everlasting! YOU are the reason why I keep on going. This life you've given to me… I am enjoying! … You have made a difference in my sinful condition You've changed my life! I'm a NEW creation! By Jim Pemberton
When you can longer run away from yourself When you thought there were no more tears to cry When you just want to die Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies So many years, so many days Waking up to people who no longer care you're there You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality Wasted with living; the slowest way to die The shadows of shame weigh you down Until you drown, filled with only their hate All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades The agony is all you know, thank you pain A self-sadist Is all you have become, j ust how they showed you, craving so much more Just to hide up all of the misery But under cloth it still bleeds This is the Escapist's Plea For the one who fall to their knees in misery Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see Stigmatized by their sadistic need Only if I could just fly away ...Fly Away
Dear God: I Can Never Thank-You Enough... Life is Challenging for most Our Days, We Focus only On our Struggles – Don't We? Well Today I Endeavour to Thank-you for Your Ways, I Hope this will Inspire Others to Join Me ! Oh Give Thanks for the Gift of the Poetry Line, The Invention of the Ball Point Pen to Create, Abilities to Share these Heart-felt Thoughts of Mine, Oh May these Thoughts in my Fellow Man Stimulate. Creation Alone is Enough for Us to Magnify your Fame, Stars at Night in all Their Glory with Shapes to Delight, Flowers I am Thankful for with Unique Beauty of which I cannot Name, Mountains so High and Valleys so Low everything in Balance just Right. How about my Vision the Ability to See Alone such a Wonder, Or with Ears to Hear Rushing Water and Birds Singing, My Nose to Smell ALL the Treats so Many Kitchens have to Ponder, Easter Christmas Thanksgiving to Name a Few Good Tidings Bringing. How do you Write and Finish a Poem of Thankfulness at All ? With a Mind so Simple Finite and Common Such as Mine… The Answer is We Don't this is a Beginning to an Eternal Wall, Oh God I am So Sorry that I Rarely Ever Give You Time ! Written by William Arthur Tell Lu 6:35 But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil.
People work, and may work differently Temporarily or may work permanently People may work together in different positions Some have this job some have that occupations People work for so many employers Employers always look for the customers Small or big work is work all the way Earning to the living all the way Working for the money Spending all the money Or saving all the money Or spending, saving and donating Work with a mission is of complementing Everybody have the same colour blood So no one can become superior by work So work is work, neither big nor small This is the dignity of the job for all
Words elevated to a dazzling height Silently answering perfections plight Love strung together to make a sentence Hate molded to become a pen Time yields to patience Rage bows to zen Transcending a mind A unique voyage just to find That my pain is not my own The dark is not for me to own A star sits in a dark corner weeping Its light flickering, its tears beckoning Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn Its essence weakened, its passion torn Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished But her whispering screams need to be relinquished My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch The darkness recedes as her light increases Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty … I smile … Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more
I've tried to tamper with such precious time Looked forward and back with open eyes I wonder about the day I'll die Will there be rain or shine? Maybe both, maybe none As I speak another life has begun Wish them luck as they carry on Bewildered within these starry nights I thought of time when I have lied Oh such precious time It flies (im sleeping outside) Signs and dreams lead me to believe That somehow, some way I'll be something great Do I choose to be nieve? They'll never know Do I choose to be so weak? It'll never show (I'll be sleeping outside) Love is such a clishey it seems Something I could only see Her eyes drew us in like summer heat Cupids arrows were made of clay Oh yes I've longed for this day I knew I wasnt lying anymore (I always sleep outside where the weather is nice I can feel everything for what it's worth dont give me signs or written lines give me your solid words)
Tears and tides Like shoveled snow I fall with pride And no longer glow My life is no free ride I got to pay my fare And give my dues This aint no free trip Hopelessness,hurt are hobson's choice So this not free for all Its my future And I don't want it postponed Like events without sponsors Is my life I living And me should make my own choices So if you planning to take free ride Hope off this bus!
Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm
This has been another year that came and went! I often wonder, where has my time been spent? It seems like yesterday, we rang in the new year! But, very quickly, it has all just "disappeared." I think about my accomplishments, goals and dreams. Do they matter anymore? Do they mean anything? This life I have, is just but a brief moment in time. One day, I'll simply leave everything fast behind! My relationship with Christ is what really matters! Everything else in life, is just "empty chatter!" I pray that as this new year comes and goes… My relationship with Christ will continue to grow! The older I get, I'm beginning to see! I need much more of Jesus, and less of me! He is what's needed! Whatever this year holds! I need him more, as each year I grow old! With each year, that comes and passes me by… I want more of Jesus, until the day I die! He is my friend, what is certainly needed! With him in me, my life is completed! Thank you Lord for this brand new year! You are the one I'll hold ever so dear! By Jim Pemberton
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
Every scene leads to nought Fazes out at the very sight of you For how long would I shield you? Oxygen A river gathering no moss What we share, tranquil peace Far beyond human comprehension I'm lost without you Weakness down to the limbs Numbness in the marrow Voice in gasps, rustled, grounded Rooted to a spot Fluttering heart, usurp thoughts Me in your guard to guide Anywhere you lead I follow Do I've a say? Lounging, awaiting you pass-by My reverie, shaped, sharper The look in your eyes Fazes out scintilla doubts Exclusively yours I'm to do as you please Toss to and fro as your halo leads My halo, my guide, my guard I'm yours…
It is in my nature to be contrary, People may say I just want to argue But I'd say differing opinions are necessary For a cohesive conversation to ensue. I'm just here for the debate, For a lively discussion. I don't mean to berate, I won't fear any repercussion. For in a duel of words, There may be victors and the vanquished, There may not even be any resolution. But at least we'll have distinguished, Our own opinions and solutions, To any random event, person, or problem, With whom we may have issue.
Capital letter … Right now, please note: it is time to dust, not write. Dust was eating away this besieged body; Amassing with all the misery that delights in ambush. It crept into secret crevices, Quietly dulling senses, as it blended in; Softly choking, mimicking flu, Before weaving a blanket so thick It embraced and insulated; Gently burying body under the weight of An elephantine duvet with speaking tongues. Write now, right now that house pride has succumbed to ash As caked and empty cans and bottles decorate. The dustman hurried by the empty drum For rubbish barricaded the front door. The inconvenience: to eat, drink, shop, to pay bills Without leaving one's desk these days. Friends and adversaries seep out of pens, Alphabetically springing to colourful life. Who dares miss a thought so precious, so elusive – Might never occur again. So grasp it, rack it; right, left lobe battle dire emotions and reason. Let dust prevent thoughts from leaving from whence it came. Incarcerate all grey matters. Now one can write how it feels to have dust as qwerty companion. Then fling open the door, Let light and the world in. Shout: "I write because I can." Full stop … Exclamation mark! End. (PS: begin again.)
It's been so long since I could Feel you, Hold You I'm wondering if it was Just an Illusion For love For me could Not be real Nobody could Love over The Borderline, not even I So if you ask you'll know why I silently began to cry I need you here, to hold me I'm so scared without You I just want to Sleep forever Never stray away far Save me From Desperation Never Say It wasn't meant to be I can't take this lie You Kill me With this So much I hurt so much inside these words burn as I cry This life is destroyed without you The joy that comes is the Joy of the Empty The despair I'm prone to maynever wilt I way You could have been there You could have saved me but no you left I was here to stay In the Dark When the razor called me back You could have been my light throughout the eternal black My Soul Has yearned for but where are you Please come back to me I desire just a one word of comfort just from you, only from you Tell me this is just a Lie Just a Hallucination from my Mind I'm suffering I'm Dying I Need you I'm begging just for one word please save me from Desperation I'm the Petal You're the Wind Without You I can never go Far You're not here I'm now stranded alone In the plagued island of my mind only if you were here only If you here You could have Saved Me From Desperation
What's Happening to Marriages Today? I was listening to someone just the other day… And I couldn't believe what he had to say! He had left his wife and children for another! She was young enough to be his daughter! Here they were, "in love" and holding hands! Hoping to soon, get their "wedding bands!" They were pretending that this was so "cool." Living now by their own "set of rules!" How sick and disgusting this is getting to be! Is this something that many can't see? God gave us Adam and Eve to become one. To bear fruit through daughters and sons! He gave us marriage as holy vows are made. Not to march in an "adulterous parade!" We are treading on very dangerous ground! Faithfulness and commitment are scarcely found! The very definition of marriage is changing! As the family unit is always rearranging! Our only hope is in Jesus! And him alone! Let's promote his love! Into our hearts and home! Let's allow his love to be our heart's glue! And bring new meaning to the words; "I love you!" May his love bind our hearts and lives together! And remain faithful to each other forever! By Jim Pemberton
Twists and turns are life Happy or sad, you decide It shall stay that way
How about them times! Some of them seem so goofy now, But what fun it was. How we laughed an laughed. What's missing now Is your face I was your ace. Not a foot print I wouldn't trace. Always wanted to be in your good grace. Never to act in hast. He would of never made it his place, To judge you; Is a lack of conversational taste. The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths. The way you shaped my views Puts others to waste. They have no clue to what the world holds outside of there face. I can help, But I'm not the man you where Dad. Sometimes I get so sad. And for real even mad. The world took the best person I ever had.
The wearing of the green damn, if it doesn't remind me of you of the swashbuckling laggard you were and the ripple of muscle across your broad back the salt and pepper curls on your chest and whiskers tickling my ear. Ireland's proud son bereft on the shores of New England, sullen as only the Irish can be. Black hearted when you wanted to be too. Ah, but I saw the pot of gold The twinkle in your eye, the swagger of your copper tone hips, your tree trunk thighs and the strength in your smiths hands. Always a good ride you were. Sure'n even the devil could takes tips from your mischievous heart. Yet, you were Mommy's boy, only one woman good enough for you and none you'd let near enough to her throat to cut the cord. A right fine banshee of a woman, a toothless woman with a vipers bite. And she'll keep her bonnie boy lashed to her until the day she dies.
all man are born equal Its how god wants us to be and live in peace and harmony for the goodness of humanity Adam and eve are our parents And we are their children So why are their so many wars That seem to have no end We know there're only one god And he loves all of us and yes we see people suffering but in god works we have to trust we see the holocaust in Europe the genocides in Africa the inhumane captivity of Palestine and mass murders in south America and although our tears falls like the rain from the skies every time we see bombs falls and parents holds their dead and cries how did this world become so why do people hate each other if Adam and eve is our parents are you not sister and I'm your brother today I'm preparing for thanks giving last week I celebrated dewali then will come seven nights of Hanukkah the same time I light my Christmas tree then for holy month Ramadan I keep fast for all most everyday And give donations to the mosque For the poor who comes to pray Will our world ever change Its what we hear all the time When its full of hypocrites governments Committing Genocides and hate crimes But we all are so helpless While we stands aside and look But it's the prophesies being fulfill That is written in the holy book But these things will come to past Children having children False prophets using Jesus name Men marrying men people flying like birds in the sky weapons of mass destructions man bringing this world on the brink of annihilations some times I feel to stop writing and close my eyes to what's around me but then I think of those without voice that world forgets so easily so if I throw away my pens Comes like I turn my back their problems Although I cant lead them out the dark I can shed some light on them
God Gives His Very Best! God loves YOU! And always gives his best! He offers his love! Why settle for less? He provides everything you'll ever need! And has given his word to direct and lead! He gave his son to be sacrificed for us! And asks us to give him our heart and trust! His son came to you may have life eternal! So that your name can be in heaven's journal! Won't you take this time, and accept him? There's no reason to refuse and reject him! Won't you allow his presence to fill you? Before the problems of life "overwhelm" you! He's God! He can do more than what you can think of! And he loves you more than any words can speak of! By Jim Pemberton
if poop could be named anything what would you name it? id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor. dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.
May Jesus Be Glorified! May Jesus be glorified! His enemies scattered! He's everything to me! And all that matters! Every battle in life… He's there with me! He is my protector… Because he loves me! He is my rock, high tower and my shield! Every evil sprit, to him, must yield! I've decided to join his army! The battle is won! Victory is assured! Through God's anointed son! My life with him, is eternally bliss! For he is mine! And I am HIS! By Jim Pemberton
Coming Out Of The Closet? Across this country, there's more people "coming out of the closet." Any sense of a Godly direction. They've seemed to have "lost it." Often talking about their life. And are not ashamed… Often bringing dishonor to God's holy name. Perhaps "going back into the closet," is where you need to be. And think for a minute….Where you'll spend eternity. God is still God. He is righteous but also holy and just. He asks all to give him our heart. Our obedience. And trust! Perhaps in the closet . A time of seeking God should be spent. A time to have fellowship... A time to repent. During this time you can spend with God…. And HIM alone. Asking him to bring peace, hope and love into your home. This closet can give you a "quiet time." A time "to be still." A time to seek God. And to do his will. May you allow your heart, toward HIM to be yielded and broken. And time to meditate on some of the words that he's spoken. If it's the closet that you truly want to come out. You can tell everyone: "Jesus IS what life is about!" Allow HIM to cleanse and make you whole within… As his blood cleanses you and takes away every sin! Spending time with God… You'll be glad you did. His abundance and overcoming life… He'll freely give! God wants to be with you. By a "divine appointment." Experience his life changing power, and a GODLY enjoyment! By Jim Pemberton
Man's Afflictions and God's Salvation! I've seen and heard of many afflictions! Things happen in life, that need our attention! There are things that happen that bring despair. Wondering if anyone listens or even cares! There's a God in heaven who sees what's wrong! There are many things that don't belong! Evil moves with a power and destructive force! It comes in many forms, from an ungodly source! God knows what is happening and offers a plan! His gift of salvation is freely offered to man! His ways of living are at odds with this earth! Anyone can come to Christ, and receive a "new birth!" If life's heartaches and worries are pulling you down… There's a new life for YOU! Waiting to be found! Your afflictions, for God's healing, is for you to receive! Won't you reach out to him now? And simply believe? His gifts of mercy and hope, is what HE can give! He can totally transform you! And the way you live! His salvation, for life's heartaches, is freely yours! A new life with Jesus can be true and secure! By Jim Pemberton
UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation. Another person crying; "discrimination." In our many attempts to not discriminate. It seems like it's God that we seek to eliminate. It seems like we've come up with our own "rules." And somehow have turned into a bunch of "fools." We accept many perversions of various kinds… But God himself? We seem to close our minds! In many of our lives, we've "kicked " him out. And refuse what he really is about! The words, "In God we trust..." Our money bears it! Anything of God? We're afraid to share it! It seems like the courts almost say he doesn't exist! And have brought much confusion into our midst! As many say it's "offensive" to display a cross… Many godly values have already been lost! It's time to wake up America! And begin to see! The kind of country we're beginning to be! A country that's foundation is getting off course. Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force! Out only hope is in God! And him alone! We must invite him back into our homes! To God and his word we must hold secure and fast! He is our only hope that our country will last! By Jim Pemberton
Please Touch Me, Lord Jesus! Please touch me, Lord Jesus! I need you! I come now, because I want to be with you! Bless me with your presence! I patiently wait! I need your now! Before it's too late! Touch my life with your Holy Ghost' fire! Move me with a godly passion and holy desires! Come now! And bring a revival within! Show me your ways! And cleanse me from sin! Thank you my Lord! For doing what you do! I am so honored and blessed to know YOU! By Jim Pemberton
A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light So hard to describe so hard to write Just like a life just like mine Here is mine my time to shine The colors change just like time A life goes on to hit its prime No matter what it keeps on changing Just like life keeps on arranging My story begins at age six When life was suddenly no easy fix The Kaleidoscope began to turn And its center began to churn My father left our family home He left alone to go and roam Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark Even now it's left its mark It remained unturned for about two years And the movement became quite severe My Mother moved away from home To improve her new teaching career The shades of blue came into play As most of my family had passed away My mother was strong and held my hand Even though nothing had gone as planned My family will always be in my heart Those small blue beads will play their part At that time I was almost nine I pretended that I was just fine The colors changed from blue to red I went on with almost no dread At age eleven I moved once more I moved again to the California core I spent the next year in shades of green All the kids were just too mean I went to Junior and then Senior High Then it was time to say goodbye The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting My life became very entertaining That's when I met you for the first time My hope and happiness began to climb But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me And I asked and cried my pitiful plea On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black With nothing there to change it back There are ups and downs, lights and darks With many blond moments and smart remarks My life will always be turning fast Even so I have time to look back at my past If I remember one thing it is that My life was nothing like combat But I still fought wars of my own Without them my world would still be unknown There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope It's a symbol of change and hope I like to think my life is like this So look back and reminisce Look back at your thoughts and dreams But remember nothing is as it seems The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past What was boring and what was a blast Mine shows everything you've done for me You showed me how fun life can be You made my life what it is now To this day I still wonder how Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope And giving me strength and the power to cope You made my life a beautiful rainbow You deserve more than you will ever know
W. Wondering why your here still here very near O. Obviously knowing that you still very much care N. Now is not forever so I'll hold you right here D. Diamonds meant forever then we took a dare E. Eternity is ever lasting and neither of us could be there R. Ready to silence the never ending battle that we both now share I. Interested in falling in love N. Nestled in misery of our past love and holding it dear G. Guessing at a game that the rules arn't all that clear
Our country has sinned, and many don't know it! Any reverence for God? Many refuse to show it! We have sinned greatly, in our desire to leave God behind! And have tried our best to remove him from our minds! Even a cross or nativity is most often, not allowed! The atheists? You'll find them in most every crowd! We've traded God's commands for our own "rules." How dare you mention HIM in any of our schools! Whatever pleases the flesh is predominantly enjoyed! As many people seek to fill an "empty void!" Those standing for righteousness are often scorned. "Don't preach about God!" They're often warned! The freedom God gave us.. We've turned it around! Perversions and addictions greatly abound! His judgment is coming! People may laugh. But our country will endure his holy wrath! Our only hope is the get back to God's word! His message of salvation needs to be heard! Only Jesus can give a peace and love so secure! We need him more than ever! That's for sure! Through Christ' blood, we can be a new creation! Please come Lord Jesus and heal our nation! By Jim Pemberton
Take yourself now to His beautiful scape. Our vast green earth is His human drape. This 'backdrop' if you will, in this play called life, with His props that are free, they're all within sight. Look around – and then take a seat. Lift your palms upward, cross your legs and your feet. Indian style will ready you, for what you are about to do. Now look again at your props at hand, a tree, or a brook, a bird or a man. Let your spirit be still and listen now. He'll begin to direct you. You'll soon see how. Quiet your mind and let Him in. This consultative measure begins from within. Breathe now child, you'll hear Him say. Take me with you throughout your day. Breathe once more and open your mind. Be gentle today, and loving and kind. I send you My love through all that you see. When you look around please think of Me. No matter where or how far your day leads, Come back to this place when you feel the need. Your stage has been set, go out for My cause. Give your love to others and feel my applause. I gave you this life for a purpose you know. To love and share, and continue to grow. Walk with Me in the today's and tomorrow's. My arms are yours in times of sorrow. Remember I'm here, while awake or asleep. I will wipe away tears, kiss your face as you weep. My direction for you is to go out and be, all of the things that remind you of Me! Soon night will come, let the curtains just fall. Take a breath and then stretch, and hear My call. It's time my child to get tucked into bed. Relax and rest your weary head. Breathe again, you're safe and sound. Remember this morning? I'm all around! Michelle D. ©August 8, 2010
I spin the wheel of time, in hopes of returning again, to an infant stage of my life, of false hope too plenty to explain. I've cast my three free wishes, to a fabled Genie I've cried. I've asked him to release me, from this guilt and suffering inside. I've tossed a million pennies, into a fountain of youth I plead, to return me to that delicate era, planting mother and daughter's seed. I've carried this white rabbit's foot, in a pocket of grief and regret. Searching my hatred for salvation, for motherly deeds I'll never forget. I've searched the meadows and found, as many four-leaf clovers I could collect, longing for eternal retribution, for the scars and injuries that infect. I've went to see the Wizard, and begged for another chance, to be a young mother to my daughter, for her heart to forever sing and dance. But sadly nothing changed, the hands of time don't stop. They won't reverse into the past, because of an age you wish to swap. Disappointed and frustrated, I fell to my knees to pray, for the sins of guilt and suffering, that plaque my life every day. And as I felt like giving up, I heard Him say to me….. Don't try to reverse past history, who you are now, is who you should be. * Just a wish to reverse time, and go back to when I gave birth to my first daughter, at such a young age. Knowing what I do now, I could have been a better mother, and more focused on motherhood, than myself. The guilt of "not being there more" for her has plagued me every day of my life. Though I can't reverse the past, I could never love her more than I do......she's amazing.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee; just as an aroma from within, makes the air, smell of flowers in the spring ...blossoms, blooms, time, ...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting, and the tasting is to stirring the dream, flavor, making flavored coffee soul, a drink in the morning.
Do You Listen to What God Has to Say? As I often watch the daily news. I hear about different stories and different views. I can't help but to wonder when some complain. Anything of God, many want to "contain." Many of people's thoughts bring a concern... When it comes to God's word. They have "their backs turned." While often, they speak of "tolerance" in their living... Only what they want to believe... Is what they are giving. This isn't a picture of "doom and gloom." But a "day of reckoning" is coming so very soon! God's word... Will you choose to ignore? When he comes knocking, at your heart's door? What will you believe, when God calls your name? Will you come to him? Or simply complain? You'll be by yourself at God's judgment day. When your name is called. What will you say? God's says: "My love for you will never end." Allow his word to guide you... And to be your friend! By Jim Pemberton
I went to Church this morning with my head already bowed. I would hear the sermon, but my heart was heavy now. Sooner or later I would put my offering on the plate. And tied to that offering was an envelope with my name. I wouldn't relent using the envelope; it was a matter of pride to me. Even if a few would know my plight and shame, this eve. Truly it was all I had… but giving less isn't a sin, So I tried to hold my head up, as I put the envelope in. Last Sunday I didn't go, and regrets have plagued me so… So here I am at church with my both my head and heart rightly bowed. Jesus gave us a parable of a poor woman and what she gave. Would I have less courage than to do the same? The church is built upon offerings and dutiful work, too. And I'm unable to work so the offering will have to do. Forty-Six Cents may not seem like much. But I will pay my portion as best as I can do. The amount isn't monumental and maybe won't be felt. But even small amounts help add to the Church's work. So as I lay my envelope down… It is with some small hope… My prayer this day became… that in some small way it will be felt.
Here I stand in the dark While the moon smiles down at me Love her soft glow of light Sight I really needed to see Bright twinkle in the sky Hangs right next to thee Illuminates inside a spark Wondering what is to be Lovely weather, beautiful night Reveals belief in me Questions to the answers why Like raindrops in a living sea So many try to make a mark Searching always for the key Keep on trying with all your might Till you find your destiny As each day passes by Hope still lingers, I still believe Truth is held inside the heart Try my best to make you see Wont go down without a fight No matter what you say I will never give in to time I will never walk away
if you are not as serious as your professor is about class, drop it
I Was Invited To Church… I was invited to church to watch a video presentation. I was told this would improve my "relations." I went and watched the video that was presented. The host did a good job and was to be "commended." I thought about this video and some of the other things. I wondered, "how much value to me does this really bring?" If it was a video that I wanted, I could just buy one. Why should I come to church to just try some? I thought church was meant to be a house of prayer. Now, it seems like on one really cares? It seems like God's holy word has been "substituted." By man's way of thinking that's often "instituted." Where is the holy awesome presence of God in all of this? Is it his presence and power that we truly miss? The power of Christ can do more than "man's presentations." We need to look to Jesus, and not "man's manifestations!" Let's get rid of the videos and seminars and seek God's throne! Let's look to spend time with God. And HIM alone! Let's get back to the power of God that is very real! Not just go by "how good we may feel!" God's presence can do more in a minute of time… More than all of the theology that's in your mind! Christ rewards all who diligently seek him! It's about time that we all humbly come to him? Let's seek the Lord while he may be found! And spread the good news of Jesus all over town! By Jim Pemberton
UNSUPPORTED CODE Jesus Is My Rock And Salvation! Jesus is my rock and my salvation! He brings me joy, in any situation! He is my strength and high tower! Behold his awesome love and power! He brings me comfort! When I am hurting! And speaks word of hope that are reassuring! He comes! And the darkness goes away! His glory brings hope and peace to my day! He comes! And brings words of encouragement! By his voice, he removes discouragement! He comes! Let the earth ring loud and clear! His coming is evident and so very near! He reigns! Behold his majesty and great power! He's here to take away my sin! This very hour! He's here! And desires to have fellowship with me! How I want to be with him! For all eternity! By Jim Pemberton
They roam miles over hillsides stride aimlessly cross open plains and grassy fields unseen and silent to all cept' those who see with more then their eyes, hear with more then their ears, and believe with more then their hearts and minds. Twilight,a gray blue haze,settles in quiet, no sound(s) heard but those of time almost forgotten souls lost, blanketed by death foot-steps hushed by time travel now in ghostly silence their destiny, to travel the forever trail. Physical lives long shed in defense of the very ground they are now one with their cries must be heard! always honored never to be forgotten lest their lives were sacrificed for naught. Melody A. Coster
back and forth, running with a string i dance, back and forth flowing like a ribbon the wings of a butterfly, flapping endlessly the songs that i sing mimmick the life beneath my skin reveal the truth that's missing try, to see my eyes move, to see my pride i am the endless flow that lives alongside every moment whether it's here or not in every hidden escape beyond the skies that the insane have created to arrange this line of seperation this line of time to decipher what is dead and what is alive pulling me, i resist i rise, slowly into the sun resisting this motion my senses inexistent my aura, surrounding within with wings like a dove, soaring between clouds of coffins picturing memories that once existed somewhere once before back and forth, stumbling, i am being guided on a string to soon collide in a cosmic explosion sweet memento mori surrounding my frames in flames, these strings exist too they are a part of me a part of you what have we got in common is it the color of the string or who is higher in the wind who we can not see what we do not believe a point of certainty resting between sanity and insanity that the world has not yet reached
' Not A Means To An End … ' 53rd Senryu Not Just A Car-Pool It Takes True-Love, To Refuel … Stubborn-Journey-Mule (Love ... Is A Two-Way Street)
All That Remain (Titanic)* rebel, rabble and rubble now lie together in this holocostic heap of what once was my heart. appearing dormant wretched cries for help-- questionably audible-- arise from within. flotsum and jetsum are all that remain... as the moonless night gives way--to piercing streaks of amber light-- stirring the lingering fog... in my mind. deborah burch© 4/14/2012 ________________________________________________________________ * In memory of those lost: those who died that day and those who died daily thereafter... * "Go dtuga Dia suaimhneas siorai da nanamacha" "May God take their Souls into Heaven"*(translation) *this is the inscription on a special bronze plaque placed by the Irish on deck of... S S Titanic, July18,2000. Having been built in Belfast, Ireland and circumventing the coal strike, more Irish souls were lost than any other nation that night...
With his go-go soul and sultry sound, he kicked out many lyrics and spat out many rhythmatic rhymes…they in the main stream at first rejected and disrespected his sound. They said it would corrupted the youth! Don't mean a thing, he might say to them, if it ain't got that go-go swing! With his trade mark glasses he sported with his guitar in tote as he strutted across the stage sporting that familiar treasure cat smile…as the black young youths on the dance floor…grinded out and sweated to his almost hypnotic beats and lyrical remixed of a restructured hit song …in a blacked out hole in some night club in the back streets of DC the former murder capital of the world! As he hollered out individuals names of people that seem to always follow him to just about ever one of his sold out shows…he even called out segments of each DC barrows as a show of appreciation for their loyalties and support. It took the main stream awhile to catch onto his different take on music…but he was not just the father of go-go music, he was an ambassador of all who truly love music and the lyrics of a song…he just remixed with his own flavor and called it the Chuck Brown and The Soul Searchers sound! Rock on Chuck, cause we know you got Gods Angeles grinding out to one of his sultry Go-Go songs! Even though we will all miss him, I know he got God even shaking his head to his Bustin Loose song!
Love is an unspoken form of maschism And it's slowly killing me inside. Each minute of silence A lost beat of my heart. My ribs are all knives now Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed. My heart feels vast, hollow Cold, Like a hundred story skyscraper- its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door And their rent unpaid. And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't. I am trapped. And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves. Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are filled with the sea. And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain. Our love is the hope that soon I won't need to breathe. That the chains will break and set me free To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace. Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand! Our love will starve me And burn me And deprive me of sleep. I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side. And maybe, Just maybe,k I can smile for once without the pain.
Are You Under A Cloud Of Suspicion? Do you feel you're under a "cloud of suspicion?" Despite all of your efforts and "best intentions?" Have others found you "guilty" by a word spoken? And this has left you hurt and your heart "broken?" Perhaps you've tried the best way you could. But you often feel misunderstood. You may feel "cast off." Alone and afraid… There's been many times you've cried and prayed! If you feel like your life has been "upside down." I know of someone who can turn your life around! His name is Jesus! He's done the same for me! The chains are gone. I've been set free! Any kind of "suspicions" will vanish and disappear! God's word can make HIS love so very clear! God's love and hope for you is powerful and evident! Won't you allow HIM to be your heart's "resident?" With Jesus… Through life's storms, you shall prevail! He is your best friend and will never fail! Jesus is the "antidote" in a hopeless situation! You can accept his gift of life and restoration! By Jim Pemberton
With angel wings and the sound of a cooing dove, This creature flew to tree willow weeping above Feeling its presence there___a light touch to my hair; Standing in awe of its love radiating above This being sent from antiquity to me__ The calming, assuring, good guide flowing above Created an aura of his abiding love; Shining, surrounding this creature floating above Out on the porch close to stars, Heaven..Sunflower___ Is absorbed in this love forever above.
Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet ---- The clouds are gathering to again over the far-flung island of dark, black mud. The wound of last lashing is still raising pain. Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again. Meandering the village, flows the river stain with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts. Now, clouds are gathering to again over the flooded earth, broken and suffered. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
I Once Loved to Tell Others Of Jesus! I once told others of Jesus! As a young boy... Witnessing for Christ, Is what I enjoyed! I told others of a time to repent... I loved to talk about Jesus, wherever I went! As the years went by, And I grew old. The things of God, I had no longer told. A coldness in my life, began to brew. Even God's word… I no longer knew. I only talked about God to people in the church. In my heart, was a hunger for a new search. A search to return to Jesus! My lost love! I fell on my knees! And cried to God above. I began to confess, to God, everything! A new love for him I knew he would bring. I began to feel his love come all over me. The chains were now gone! I was set free! If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you. Remember his love is faithful and true! Please come to Jesus! And be cleansed within! And experience the joy of being born again! By Jim Pemberton
The Preaching of the Gospel Is An Offense! Scripture says the preaching of the gospel, is an offense to the lost. Christ' followers should share HIS news! No matter the cost! It seems like many in church are walking in a spirit of fear. Many would just rather live a life that's "happy and secure." "Why tell others of God's salvation?" This may offend! Why, it may even cost them to lose one of their "friends!" Many don't know enough of God's word to share to another. They have a hard enough time loving their sister or brother! God help us! For the many who Who claim to be Christ' believers! Many have listened to the lies of the great deceiver! Rather than being the person to preach the gospel this hour… Many don't seek the Lord's wisdom, strength or power! Ball games seem to have replaced a need for prayer… Why witness to the lost? Is there anyone who cares? It's no wonder why we live in a confused generation. As many families don't have Jesus as their foundation! The gospel of Jesus Christ is the best news around! It needs to be spread to every city, village and town! May we all be stirred to preach the good news today! And be stirred with the words that Christ has to say! Whosoever will, come and drink of the life he gives! And live by HIS gospel! Each day that we live! By Jim Pemberton 09/18/13
(Written in May of 2003) I start on a journey no turning back. For once I will finish what I start. A labour of love yanked from the depths of my heart - written in my own blood. A piece of myself vulnerable, exposed; put out into the harsh fluorescent light of reality. *POP* my bubble put me on the table judge me, mock me, condemn me tell me I don't have it. That's okay because I'll try anyways. I'll put the best I have into reaching my destination.
I do miss them everyday, To state the facts I know ill never get them back, Sleep that's what I lack In Conversational Understandings We got each other, because they where just- that- smart A want to interact, with us, as equals, but we where aware, they where parents. This, Absolutely okay. The vision may be myopic, but I will never, blame them. For being naive
Will You Choose the Path of Life? We all have many choices available to us. It's amazing what technology can do for us! We can easily talk to someone many miles away. We can go online, and listen to what others say! There are many choices that greatly abound! There are the good and bad ones, that can be found! We will live or die by the choices in life we make! May we make the best choices! Before it's too late! There is a path, that you have the opportunity to choose! If you don't take it… You'll be the one to lose! This path is a narrow one to choose and follow! It leads to eternal love, today and tomorrow! This is one that many have chosen to "avoid." There's too many other temptations to be "enjoyed." I want to encourage you, to take this narrow road. And allow Jesus to help you, with life's heavy load! Only this road leads to a path of life everlasting! God's salvation can be yours, for the asking! This path of life, is the very best choice to be made! There's nothing, for Jesus, you should ever trade! Thank you Jesus! For this path of life you've given! This path gives us all a chance to be made new, and forgiven! By Jim Pemberton
Those Distant African Nights... 1. The shadows swayed in your candlelit room, a cool breeze teasing your bare back, streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night, as my hands stroked your hair, kissing your soft mouth, holding you, ever so tight. 2. You whispered that you loved me, and I kept silent, the rain fell, shadows danced, thunder rolled, the breeze teased your naked back, you whispered that you loved me, as my lips found yours, the rain washed over our tender nights, lightning and candlelight, etching poems on your burnished skin, yet, a fear gnawed at me, deep within. 3. We parted ways, and you could never forgive me, you said, now, after numberless thunderstorms, the rain that falls, echo the countless tears that I have shed. 4. You are long gone, far away, happy, I pray, yet the memories persist, those precious moments shall never, ever, like the Jo'burg rains, trickle away, and I wish you well, for loving me as you did, for it was I who was not worthy, then, and it is I who is not worthy, now... 5. You were always true, it was I who always, always, refused to, to give myself, completely to you.
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
In The Midst Of Our Troubles… God Is HERE! During our life, we have many trials and temptations! We come across adversities and difficult situations! Things happen in life. It's easy to find someone to blame! Quite often, we have hardships that we cannot explain! The many things that we try to hold on to so dear. Are here today... But tomorrow… Could disappear! There are so many circumstances that affect how we're living! What kind of life… To God… Have we been giving? With each day that goes by, and the many decisions we make… Much of what we do has an impact on our eternal fate! Of all of the problems that life brings our way… We need to focus on the words our God has to say! He is our strength! A mighty fortress and a high tower! He is the Alpha and Omega! Behold his majestic power! He ii and always will be the one who rules supreme! Jesus is our righteousness, our savior and the risen king! When everything in life fails, Jesus remains faithful and true! He is here right now. And will always be here for YOU! By Jim Pemberton
Your beauty is so soft like the clouds aloft or the pillows that lay atop our bed. This is where you share your soul with me Those burning desires fed. The pleasure, Is in way you love me. The way you talk, and interact In social fair. Fixed with poise and class. I'm always glad you're there. You fill those conversational gaps, and that complements me so well. Because, my mind is quick to lose track when conversations go stale. I think your goodness, and earthy nature was well cast at the hands of the unfathomable. It seems they have taken every precaution imaginable. And I'm left with the understanding there must be a higher power. Matching you and me, their finest hour.
My friend thought after getting married, his "satisfaction" was solved! His wife had no idea how deeply he was involved. On their wedding day, she was a beauty to be seen. She was the twinkle in his eye, his partner—his everything. The lust he craved, she alone could not satisfy. As other women caught his wandering eye. As time went on, he'd make excuses in my mind. "I'll make up with my wife." "Not now." "Some other time..." Adultery was something he swore he'd never do! He promised "to always be faithful and true." One day he allowed his guard to fall down. Then his whole life "came crashing down." The guilt he bore was difficult to explain. He'd feel guilty at the mention of my wife's name. One day she found him in a compromising situation. He tried to give her some kind of an explanation. She said she'd stay with him ... if he'd give up his lustful deeds. "Repent to Jesus," she said, "He'll meet all of your needs." To Jesus, and her, he confessed and asked for forgiveness. In Jesus, he found true joy, love and happiness. As he looks back and think about how he lived. He's thankful to Jesus! Who's willing to forgive! He alone has brought true satisfaction to his soul. And is with him now! Wherever he goes! By Jim Pemberton
There's a healing Jesus! He's alive today! He's here now! And can take all sickness away! There's a loving Jesus! He can cleanse your soul! He is more faithful, than you will every know! There's a merciful Jesus! He can change you within! By his blood, you can know you're born again! There's a powerful Jesus! He alone reigns supreme! He's the alpha and omega! And can do anything! There's a gracious Jesus! He's so loving and kind! His dedication to us all, has stood the test of time! Won't you come to Jesus! And receive him too? He's knocking at your heart's door… Waiting for YOU! Won't you experience Jesus! And all he has to give! He can make you a new person! Each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton
What God's done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can't "contain it!" The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; "peace be still!" As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He's here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
The Walk An elected position walks into transition, but not without apprehension. Thrusted forward into accountability, a " word" that was lost in recent financial history. Blame and blasphemy encircles him for others greed, carelessness, incompetency and irresponsibility. Unlike the blind man to our today's society, anger creates a false reality. A "change we can believe in", is the course called destiny. Persecution upon every action or direction met with resistance by those who remain held in social captivity from their own personal experiences or enthralled perceptions of " what ought not be". Prepare the world, for the world is watching and they see, that without corruption and a massive scale of discrimination , injustices and judgments as their plea, they are not happy nor do they believe that they can or that they will succeed. May forgiveness and mercy find it's place upon his adversaries as well as for him whom they do this unto in the sight of he. People, we call ourselves, "we"; therefore, "we must not lose focus , the walk for change remains on our compass to destiny and real facts vs. opinions will be our guide for future history. copyright@2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins
Why You, Why Not Me A friend-less/Pen less/Friend --------- Some-thing that a young aspiring writer Would say to an well established -POET OF THE PEOPLE- ------ *****How do I get a " Poetic License " ------ *****In sending off... How long will it take.... ------ *****Where do I get the Poetic License ------ ******How much dose it cost? ANSWER; It takes's time, business and a steady relationship..... GF
Do You Seek God's Holiness? There are many in church That don't seem to be concerned... Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual life burns out fast. Many think they're doing fine and "o.k." As long as they give money and sing and pray. They listen to God's word, and read the verses... You can see their Bibles under their purses! A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today... Many would left alone! God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: "YOU MUST be born again." Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. "Be ready for my coming" is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now... Would you go? Or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton
God Gives the Strength I Need! God gives me strength, through his wonderful joy! As his word in my life, I daily employ. His love brings sweetness, to my very soul! And gives my comfort! Wherever I go! His love brings contentment, this world could never give! It sustains me every day that I live! In HIM, I'll take delight! For he is with me, each day and night! From everything evil, may I daily abstain… And live in the power of Jesus' name! In Jesus, my life is complete! As I leave every burden at his feet. Over the trials of life… I'll rise above! Resting in God's strength, and his love! By Jim Pemberton
That sanguine little girl so full of longing Gave up her ghost inside and left it homeless, wandering Sleepless I lay back and wonder why When you enter mind I want to cry I've forgotten what it feels like to be truly happy But I know I'd find it If I someday found you I wouldn't trade this torture for all the peace in the world I wouldn't erase your face from my mind for a universe I won't shut out your beautiful voice to save my life I will stop at nothing to make you all mine The weight of empty Crushing load of inner vacancy I've forgotten what it felt like when my soul wasn't heavy But I know that it once again could fly If I could take you with me I wouldn't trade these tears for all the bliss on this barren earth There's nothing more beautiful to me than you, when you smile I couldn't forget you if that were my desire And only death will keep me from my place at your side sorrylittlesharky.com
The Things In Life That Really Matter… Beyond the daily business and all of it's "chatter." Have you thought about the things that really matter? Would your answer be the family, money, or fame? Or would it be something that you can't name? I often hear talk of living "the American dream." But there's many people that don't have anything! There are those who do well. Others do not. Many live for today without a second thought. Those things we hold as important can disappear. We can quickly lose what we hold so dear. The most important thing that needs to be known. You need to make Christ the Lord of your home! Jesus Christ and his love is a treasure to hold! What he gives is more valuable than the purest gold! Christ and his word is what we need to build on! He alone is the only one you can truly depend on! As you "prioritize" things... Please take a moment. Think about Christ love! And his atonement! Think about what Christ offers to you instead. Think about where you'll be after you're dead! Jesus Christ always will be the one for me and you! What matters the most is Jesus. That's true! By Jim Pemberton
I came from behind and my God at what I saw. I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you. I counted exact minutes with the seconds too. But I stood there intact with no lines to draw. There are many versions of Grace Verse's law. So I read through them one by one until blue. So I picked up the torch it was all I could do. I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe. I gave glory to the Sun and Moon, I exalted a few Stars along my way. I even rode in on a cloud at noon, It was a bright beautiful blessed day. But there were matted layers of deception, I guess you can only imagine my reception. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
We boomers, as our generation's called, have lived through two seasons, considered great, during which our values were overhauled -- The Summer of Love and Autumn of Hate. Both brought us together and gave us hope. In the face of injustice, both were staged -- the first, a celebration with free dope, the other a tragedy that enraged. We were innocent in 'Sixty-Seven; we saw world violence and were appalled. Our attitudes changed by Nine-Eleven; we sought revenge, though we were shocked and galled. While Winter of War passes, may we find The Spring of Renewal and peace of mind.
Do You Appreciate What God Has Given? Think about the days you've been livin.' Do you appreciate what God has given? He's give to us all a beautiful earth! And provided the opportunity for your birth! He sent his only son who bled and died! His life for yours, the day he was crucified! He has even given to you, his Holy Spirit! An everlasting life with him, he freely gives it! He's given to you, his word, so you can read it! Whether you want to or not. You need it! What more could one ask of a God who's kind? His faithfulness has stood the test of time! Won't you accept the fact, that he loves you? He offers eternal salvation, because he wants to! Won't you come to him with an appreciation? And receive his mercy, love and redemption? You'll be thankful and grateful to know… That day you allowed God to make you whole! By Jim Pemberton
I Wasn't enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me
What's Done In Secret… Will Come Out In The Open! I've read God's word, and it's clearly spoken… What's done in secret… Will come out in the open! I've been guilty of this, too many times! I never thought of it, to really be a "crime?" "Nobody's watching" was the thought pondered… As my mind began to "explore and wander." It didn't take long for my life to go "off course." By a powerful wind of temptation's force! No matter how many times I took time to pray… This "secret" held on, and wouldn't go away! I went to church on Sunday and prayed and cried. This "secret" remained, no matter how hard I tried! God told me, I was to give up what surrounded me! This was hard to do, but God was there to help me! Many things I thought I needed, to give me pleasure… Didn't fulfill the love that God gave! An eternal treasure! As each day passes on… I want to humbly confess… I'm giving my life to God! He'll take care of the rest! May the Lord Jesus stir a deep passion within… May it be my desire to be more like HIM! God is the God of yesterday, today and tomorrow! I've no secrets with him! No more shame or sorrow! Jesus is the Lord of lords! And the King of kings! He's my lord and savior! My everything! By Jim Pemberton
Forgive me or condemn me. I'm imperfect. Nothing will change the way that I stand or present myself. I will stand here until this world fades away. In this place, we all die young. So will you live or let me down like always? I see the way you fall. Living your life on your knees. You fall for everything, give up on everything, you'll never have a chance. I can see straight through your crooked eyes. Infallible lies. Again and again. You can't help yourself. Let the truth be told. I got this feeling. I don't think we will ever be the same. We are bound to be polar opposites, you believe in nothing. You fight for nothing. You stand for nothing. Am I the only one left with a mind of my own? This makes me sick. Get out of my face. Decisions need to be made. You need to change. How can you just let your mind be d? Your free will just stripped away. It's like you make every effort to just spit in my face. When will you stand? When will you get off your knees? I'm disgusted at your lack to live or believe in anything. Get up. I will not help you to your feet. You're not that weak. Will you stand or continue to fall? You have a shot to end this all. Pull the trigger or just spit in my face.
Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, following any direction that nature sways, ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, nostalgia quickly decays, there was never a place for us among society anyways.
This is dedicated to the sweetest little 10 year old girl I met once who died of Brain Cancer... "Memories escape from you, Ones we do not want to lose" She whispered to me softly When I felt all confused, As our moment slipped away, She made me want to say, "Angels walk beside us all Each slowly passing day" As she walked away from me, Unafraid to let me see, A shaven head, she covered up, Where her hair used to be, So much courage for her age Not empty and full of rage, A miracle, in modern times, She chose to turn the page She has chosen not to grieve, Instead she just believes, A higher power watches her and keeps her mind at ease, Unburdened by her fate She accepts it unafraid, Barbie dolls and fancy clothes Will rest where they are laid There are times I can recall When the pebbles made me fall With boulders on her shoulders No complaining comes at all With a smile upon her face She achieved a state of grace The only thought inside her head "God please protect this place" She will see no wedding rings Or the change her presence brings She will close her eyes, a final time, and receive her angel wings No emotions toss and turn A peaceful place she has earned Contributing an unseen verse To songs she will not learn When her body is no more, And her spirit starts to soar, Memories will live through, Stuffed bears upon her floor, She will let her mother know Goodbye is not letting go, Saying " I will run back to you With every found hair bow Every time you stop and see A daughter who wants to be, Everything her mother is, The emotion felt is me, When the wind begins to blow That is me trying to show, The picture of your baby girl Running carefree in your clothes" When her final breathe is gone Her last prayer lives on and on "God watch over mommy now If I leave her all alone" All her family will cry I will hold my head and sigh At the death of a miracle With no answers as to why Though this piece will not be heard I write every single word In hopes of saying thank you For the honor of meeting her She will never get to see All the words she put in me As I write for you, rest in peace, Beloved Emily By: Audonus Taylor
The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
The Glory Of Jesus Is Very Real! The glory of Jesus is very real! Behold the lord God of Israel! The wonders of Jesus can be seen! It was he that created everything! The awesomeness of Jesus is evident. By his spirit and the power of his presence! The light of this world is in Christ alone! His life for ours, is what he did atone! The words of Jesus can set you free! What he can do for you, he can do for me! Now is the day of salvation! This is the time! This is offered to all of mankind! The glory of Jesus can bless you today! Please come now, with no delay! Allow the presence of Jesus to strengthen you! He's here right now! And wants to help you! By Jim Pemberton
God calms the raging waters and stormy seas. He replaces life's storms with a "gentle breeze." He brings stability and speaks; "peace be still!" This is his purpose for you! And his will! He brings victory to the battles within… And takes away eve the darkest of sins! He is what you need! This very hour! He can do all this for you! He has the power! He is our refuge… A present help in trouble! Though the oceans shake and mountain rumble! Why not steer into his harbor of safety, during this time? You'll find he's patient, understanding and kind! He's is calling you now... And knocks at your door. What In the world… Are you waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton
Remember September 11th Signed legislation, equal access, public schools and mobilized troops. Supreme Court Justice Warren, controversial some would say, provided a goal of unity, the removal of stigmas, fair competition, birth of global recognition and a future for the spirited ambitious, the motivated and the entrepreneurship. 911 Terrorism, tragedy, illnesses, women and men of good deeds, financial wills, heirs , war and mobilized troops indeed. A blow to it all, the young, the old, the rich, the poor, the working, the unemployed… the skilled, the unskilled, our service members and our vets as well as some committee bills, but mostly the future of America's youth…. onto a system of restructuring wages and for some of us enduring exploitation to make up for the loop. Ranking 27th, Lower five, a time for the nation to realize, status quote can be no more for the circle is full and it has closed. The future is your vote like a Clef Sign on the staff and the rest will flow like a great symphony from the past , yet to be numbered because it's not the last and the people's opera will take the stage…we will restore the two decade old history page. To participate, to live, to fight for the already established route, come one, join all, rally and acknowledge your rights. Copyright@2010by Carrie M. Love-atkins
Living In The Last Days… I believe that according to what God's word says… We are living in "the last days!" People often call good… Evil And evil… Good. Too often God's truth is misunderstood! Many turn God's truth into corruptible lies… And do what's pleasing to their own eyes! Many just seem to fail to understand… The darkness that covers much of our land! Many desire affection from "others features." But have become sin-filled "fallen creatures!" Our days are very short and we don't have many! Will anyone live for Jesus? Are there ANY? The truth of God's word must be our source! It will help us to overcome sin's "evil force!" God's power is awesome and is presence so real! Behold the God of Abraham. Jacob and Israel! He is our only hope and our true redemption! Today can be the day of your salvation! By Jim Pemberton
Too Many Churches Are Becoming Political… Have you noticed? This may seem to be "heretical." As more churches are becoming too "political" What in the world are churches doing "for heaven's sake." Do many in churches think about what's at stake? We're to be the body of Christ with fellow believers. Have we become like the "doormat sweepers?" Rather than making Godly decisions and choices. Too many in church listen to "outside voices." The politics of the day seem to "sweep the moment." Godly principles often take a "postponement." When churches govern by man's "set of rules." The building has then become "a bunch of fools!" Christ is coming for a church "washed in the blood of the lamb." The importance of Godly living… Many don't understand! A message of holiness and repentance need to be heard! A deep passion and love for Christ is seldom stirred! As many seek after their own doctrine and denomination... Much of what's happening has become an abomination! It's time to wake up and be filled with God's awesome power! Christ could come now! This could be the hour! It's time for Churches to be a Godly influence! Taking a stand for God's word and making a difference! "Unless the lord builds the house… They labor in vain that build it." Christ must be the foundation! His presence must completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton
We were young and we were strung we did these things cause we were dumb and now here we are in this cell we call our home and we sit as we rot with no room to trot and all we have is hope and time wishing for the sun to shine and no we cant even cry cause if we do we'll probally die so we sit and we wait for a definate release date
I sit there on that wooden bench, simply sitting. I am not waiting for someone, not for anything. Sunlight peeks through the leaves of the two oak trees whose branches are mingling above my head. It is pleasant to feel its warmth. There is no reason for me to be outside other than the cigarette resting between my middle and index fingers. I walked down three flights of stairs to simply sit and smoke and be judged by the occasional passersby. I lift the cigarette to my lips and place it there gently. It sort of dangles there as I light the lighter in one hand and cup the other around the flame to protect it from a nonexistent breeze in the dry Southern heat. I suck in, trying to puff, which is hard to do without a hand to steady the cigarette, but it is lit and that is what matters. I take a deep drag, deep into my lungs, deep into my soul, and I can feel the calm wash over me. The nicotine is my oxygen; I can't breathe without it sometimes. I blow the smoke out, admiring its delicious taste and scent. I like to hold the slowly smoldering cigarette in my right hand and then smoke out of the left side of my mouth. The way I hold it makes me look like a nineteen-forties gangster. I like that. Sitting there, on my wooden bench, I react. I don't moan in ecstasy and I don't close my eyes in pleasure. I don't take it for granted and I don't have a habit. I just enjoy my cigarette, no more and no less than it ever should have been. As it slowly converts itself into smoke and ashes I think to myself that most people probably wonder why an eighteen year old in this day and age would choose to take up smoking. At least I assume that is what the occasional passerby must be thinking when they see me sitting here on this wooden bench, for no other reason than to smoke the cigarette in my hand right now. I wonder what I would say if any one of them ever bothered to ask me. Because I want to, I would reply before standing, putting out my cigarette, and walking away. I look down and see that if I took another drag I would be smoking the filter. So I stand, put out my cigarette, and walk away. I walk away from the sunlight, from the two oak trees, and that wooden bench. I walk away with my fingers smelling like nicotine and that makes me smile because I know that I will sit at that wooden bench tomorrow to do the same exact thing. I know because that is what I did yesterday.
I wear the crown of hatred misunderstanding and despair upon my hair upon my back a wooden cross I bare I know not why I'm hated so all the people seemed to love me just a week ago my skin is cut from head to toe from whips of leather by men who wish to see me die I spoke the truth for all the people to understand my words of truth where words to set man free from degradation hate and hell to live in harmony for the rest of history I cured the sick and healed the blind with the touch of my own hand I've walked on water and walked on sand to preach and bring my truth through out the land people came from all around and would sit for hours upon the ground I once had twelve good men who followed me around now there's only eleven one man let me down my words have been mistaken my God he has forsaken for that my life they're taken I believe that I have failed as my hands and feet are nailed upon this wooden cross as they raise me in the air all their sins I know I must bare I want to scream not fair not fair I'm just a young man I only wanted to teach there are so many more people that I wanted to reach my age is only thirty three I pray my God that they the people will remember me written by Dennis H. Davis This poem was written from the human aspect of Jesus Christ. I wrote this poem with no effort what so ever it was as though it was being told to me. I watched my hand move across the page with a purpose a message I believe Jesus wanted this poem written.
We do not compare to one another. My skin is the coal the people used. Your skin is the powder the flappers adore. My soul is deep and my heart is pure. Pure as white! Your soul is shallow and your heart is dark. Darker than the skin my poeple hold. We may not compare, but you are my brother. Not by blood or by class. We are fused- fused by lives we live and the past we lived We are connected forevermore. There was a master and he was cruel. The crakel of the whip was the electric shock of my greats. There was no hope for the slave that cried. There was no voice for the slave that would not hide. Flight was the tantalizing thought. The slave hadn't a chance to live in flight or freedom. Their was only the need to fight. Fight to live and fight to breathe. Those greats so far down kept on fighting. They kept on preserving. They had their beauty that could never be touched. White Man, White Man listen to me. I was the coal that was used. I was the coal that was taken from its home. I was the coal that was discarded and given freedom. The flappers are young and they love their powder. You will be used and you will become the slave. I am the coal that is free. You are the powder that is used. My beauty will never will fill a white mans body. Too much has been seen and too much has been lived. No white can hold ?my? strength and no white can hold ?my? beauty. They are mine and forever will be. My soul is deep and my heart is pure. I shall not be condemed to this life no more.
They said I was young, they said I was foolish As I made many mistakes of all types They misunderstood; I was taking those risks To find some purpose in my life They said I was strong for succeeding in life And never being mentally frail They misunderstood; I worked my hardest To make sure I would never fail They said I was foolish for trying to win you over, For thinking a chance with you was even true They misunderstood; I could never ignore The beauty God had given to you They said it was amazing, despite all the turmoil We had made it for so long They misunderstood; for us it was as easy As discerning right from wrong They called me caring, loving, and charming And being the best husband there could be They misunderstood; I was just trying to give back The love you had bestowed onto me They called me lost, deranged, insane That I was living the epitome of a lie They misunderstood; I was just in denial That you had left my life and died They called me pitiful for weeping at the funeral For not being able to stay through it all They misunderstood; I wanted you alive I wish I had taken the fall They said I was crazy for jumping off that building At the age of thirty seven They misunderstood; I was trying to get to you So we could be together again in heaven
Because you told me no, when I wanted so much to be right, I am better for it, When I was going down the wrong path, you told me , You didn't care how much I would fight, I am better for it, When I was so in love and wanted everyone to like it, You told me that it was not love and you were right, I am better for it, When I thought I was grand, living in a lie, You wouldn't let my BS fly, I am better for it, Whether I listened or did it right, You kept working , trying to get me to take flight, I am better for it, When I cried you dried my tears, eased my fears, but you pushed me back out there, I am better for it, When I listened to you I would soar, You knew my potential and wanted me to give more, I am better for it, Now that you are gone I realize your dream for me, I am better for it!
A Chance Meeting A mischievous smile And daring eyes We met in the prime Of our intricate lives A gentle, touching caress Inflamed our needs and desires A complex, intrepid dance Our hearts devised Both afraid to surrender our hearts Tripping on our past endeavors We dared to love without restraint Only to be caught in our own constraints And so, we parted that night With a hollow promise of future delight Both living our lives apart As we have, lonely, from the start Regretting nothing for taking a chance Our lives & souls truly enhanced. rlm 08/21/08
Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don't worry I'll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me **Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**
The True Meaning of Christmas! During this Christmas, let's celebrate Christ' birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn't have to be a "stranger." Won't you spend some time and reflect on Christmas' true meaning? It's in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It's only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton
She She smiled, gently, her warmth infusing me, with a serene stillness of time. She settled, slowly, in my waking thoughts, a soothing balm of simple joy. She remains, scribbled, on the walls of my fractured heart, memories of happiness that once breathed...
Solomon was the wisest man of all! But even his wisdom didn't prevent him from taking a fall. The wisdom of God he began disobeying. By the many foreign women he began marrying. Even in all of his splendor, glory and wealth It didn't add anything to his "spiritual health." He built temples in honor to foreign idols. Neglecting the true God of the Bible! All of his wisdom couldn't prevent him. From God's judgment coming Against him! May this be a stern warning for me and you. That our commitment to God remain faithful and true! All of this world's wisdom can't save your soul. But Jesus loves you more than you'll ever know! Accept his gift of salvation before it's too late. So you don't end up as Solomon! With a similar fate! By Jim Pemberton
Spring's gone, Summer days, Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace. Silently, I gaze from secret place Consumed by memories Of happiness shared of you and me, Snowy days spent by the fire Entangled souls seemingly We beat the odds with evenness Blissfully… In this present moment, a longing touch rises within Where giddy hearts still afire Passionately so… In an instant, It begins to rain within, I sigh, you sigh -- We Breathe…
I wrote this poem for my daughter who struggled for years with addictions. She has been sober for 3 years now...living her life... one day at a time. This is for all those who suffer with addictions. May you be blessed and walk in peace, love and light.. Anne _________________________________________________________________________ WHERE CAN I HIDE Where do I go- where can I hide? There's so much fear and pain inside The secrets I keep- they're killing my soul I truly can't allow anyone to know I can't allow anyone to see Can't allow myself to be me The chance of betrayal causes so much fear I'm afraid to allow anyone to near So, where can I go How much longer can I hide? If I confess my secrets… Will I be judged and tried? I have so much guilt My heart's full of pain There's so much to lose… Yet so much to gain Lord where do I go How much longer can I hide? There is so much shame… So many times I've tried It's tough on my spirit It's so hard on my pride I'm so tired of acting I'm so tired of my lies I've found rejection- by myself and others I've been lost and betrayed My heart is so weary My nerves are so frayed NO… I will fight this war I'll fight to be free I'll never give up… Because... This addiction is not me!
Comforting words Smooth, quiet tones Reassurance complete confidence Long nights spent reasoning In total understanding Twin thoughts twin minds twin miseries and twin fates Now it's so quiet Too quiet Complete and utter silence.... Oh my God, What happened to the good old days When we both made sense?! Lost in blurry dreams of childhood Colorful, wonderful, windy days Subconscious cradled memories of the times when we were eachother's only friends Only you, the sky the earth and me... No betrayal No lies No fire No hate No regrets. I think I can understand why you won't face me But your sudden silence is so confusing Did you ever know me well enough to know my affection for ultimate honesty? If you wanted me to go away why didn't you just say something? Only this emptiness is left Inconsolable grief... For what never again can be No warning No parting words No ceremony You went and had the funeral for our friendship but did not invite me From the start I thought these ways would always be But in the end, All I wanted, my friend was to say goodbye. I can't trust anyone anymore anyway All alone again shame on me
Mnemosyne's colour wheel glitches through August, on that candid orange the dogs howled into during our autumn countdown. When we still had a countdown. When we still had August. I remember the moonlight traveling westward and seeing your face lined with silver. I remember Artemis taking an emergency exit and landing, landing in the closest pool of warmth. You, you, you. And I remember dreaming. I remember testing what the world was like outside of you. The singed leaves remind me how to breathe on this street, the same way you used to. I am learning about the ashes. Sometimes we must burn the atlas before charting ourselves from scratch. Sometimes love must die, first. In heaven's attic, even angels lose their meaning. Returning only, when someone remembers: the attic is still a part of home. When touching means dust on your fingers. When suddenly, you are intruding.
A weakness wound its wicked way inside where thoughts of "us", not love, do dwell and swell, and formed a nest of twigs to stay the tide yet cresting waves of righteousness rebelled. "Stray not," he said " for look on how I writhe." Of fire formed made thane to only He. Yet, man, of mud and clay did breach my pride for Love of Thee, caste out the likes of me. Now, Lucifer's red flame so bright, burns night, a warning scent to frailer souls, "Don't fall." For even stars misstep, disgrace, pride's plight, let his torment be your clarion call. In light, act right, rise high in good spirit and say "God, the devil made me do it."
I wanna be the dog, I don't bark I just bite, I am the sin of delight, I am the loser that fights. I wanna be the bird, flying over the dead, dropping crap like raindrops pouring down on your head. I wanna be the bee, the bee that stings, I am the smallest of parts, I am the whole of all things. I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird. I wanna be the dirt, the filth of the earth, the leaves of grass, let me know what I'm worth. I wanna be the stench, of the rotting flesh, I am annointed, I'm chosen, I shall bless and possess. I wanna be the rule, you would die to abide, I am the the dark, the impulse, the places you hide. I wanna be the present, that lives in the past, I am living to learn, I am living to fast. I wanna be.
Who Can You Really Trust? During these days of stress and uncertainty. Many people are looking for a security. There's a lot of families that feel forsaken. Many things they hold as precious, have been taken. Many lives end in suicide after much despair. Often wondering if there's anyone who cares.. Many trust the government. Wherever it leads. Trusting someone to come and meet their needs. Those whom we count on as being our friend. Will often "let us down," in the end! Things and people that we have given our trust. Have often left us behind, in the dust. There's someone you can trust and count on! His name is Jesus! He's one that you can depend on! He's more secure than the gold at Fort Knox! He waits at your heart's door and patiently knocks. Won't you invite him in? And begin to trust him? Won't you give him your heart ? And love him? He's 100% faithful and steadfast and secure. His living water is one hundred percent pure! He is what you need. And so much more! He is what your life was really meant for! Trusting God can be yours and mine! Won't you trust him? While there's still time? By Jim Pemberton
when you plan a special event there are only so many seats at the banquet tables you can't possibly invite everyone in life you know even if you're financially able only so many can be invited and chosen are the few and they should be dressed for the occasion in order to celebrate with you in the Bible a King sent a select few a special invitation yet in the midst was a person who wasn't dressed for the occasion that is similar in the way that some respond to the invitation from God not spiritually dressed to celebrate with Him with a righteousness of heart God has invited each of us to his spiritual feast and all He desires is that we come properly dressed to say the least for its by the blood of Christ that we've been given an open invitation yet there are those who try to attend with their own set of stipulations but in order to be in the presence of God one needs to properly dressed wearing the virtues of God, dressed in order to be blessed kindness, love, righteousness, patience and serenity forgiveness, compassion, peace and most of all humility to be spotless in God's sight now ready to live life right with a willingness to obey dressed in a godly way are you dressed for the occasion? are you properly dressed to meet the Lord Christ? are you dressed for the occasion to accept the greatest invitation in life?
It Cost Something To Follow Christ! When Christ chose to die for us on the cross. He knew what it meant. He knew what it cost. When I chose to give my life 100% to him. I knew that a new journey was about to begin. It cost something to follow Jesus. It really does! It begins to happen when we give him our love! It cost giving up a life that I was living before! It meant giving up many "pleasures" and much more! It cost some of my friends, and many bad habits! A new life in Christ... I want to have it! Whatever it may have cost… I count all I've gained! I've discovered the beauty there is in Jesus' name! I've found a new way of living that I never had. I'm rejoicing in knowing Christ! I am so glad! The tempter often comes and reminds me of my past. I remind him that I have a life in Jesus that will always last! I'm not perfect. I still have a long way to go! But I have a peace and satisfaction within my soul! I'm grateful to Christ. Words cannot fully express. With him in my life. I am so blessed! Whatever I lost. Whatever the cost. I count it all joy! The principles of God's word is what I seek to employ! God is my shining light and is always around me! I am so glad I know him and that he found me! By Jim Pemberton
There's a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman, with marriage in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was "born!" God's design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be "inserted." God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God's idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It's no wonder why so many have "confused" minds. Let's come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; "one husband and one wife!" By Jim Pemberton
God Is Our Refuge (In The Time Of Trouble) God is our refuge and strength, in a time of trouble. He's there to pick me up... when I fall and stumble. I will not fear, though the whole earth be shaken. And the mountains be thrown into the ocean's deep basin. Though the waters roar, and the trees shake with fear; I am never alone.... for God is always near.. There is a river, whose streams bring forth gladness. God is in it's midst and brings true happiness. Let the heathen rage... and the whole earth melt too. The Lord of hosts is with us, and shall protect YOU! Behold his works... and see what he has made. He has caused wars to cease... & destroyed weapons displayed. Be still... He is God and is exalted to glory up on high. He is our protector. He is El-Shadaii! The Lord of hosts is with us... all of heaven does proclam. The awesome power and glory there is... in HIS majestic name! By Jim Pemberton Psalm Ch. 46
so how do we learn to go about minding our minds? it's about building the right relationship that with God you find in the book of Mark it says to "love the Lord with all thine mind" to connect with Him intellectually in a way that is sublime we need to engage with Him on a level that requires us to discern that it's not just our hearts but our minds towards God we need to turn to lean not towards our own understanding but to let the wisdom of God's word be what we are commanding we live in a time where education and intellect is much prized it's about how many higher level degrees that a person had realized MBA, Ph.D those letters that are placed after one's name is what society expects a person to have attained for you can't compete in the market place of this global economy if you don't have at least a four year bachelor's degree minding your mind is what one needs to learn to listen to the teachings of God and intellectually discern and the way to accomplish that is to pray exponentially by talking to the Lord God unceasingly we also need to be patient and learn how to wait for that is what hope requires for us to keep the faith minding your mind by finding your godly purpose for being for a productive person is what God desires to be seeing so discover and acertain that gift that to you God did give and utilize it in a way so that holy you now may live minding your mind by allowing the spirit of God to come in to raise you up higher and away from earthly sin as it's all about the right relationship that with God you will find to living for His purpose for you by learning to mind your mind now able to function with a peaceful mind knowing God's in control now able to sleep better at night as He watches over your soul now operating with a positive mindset trusting in the Lord filled with honesty, virtue and praise for Him in all accord goodness, nobility and purity are the things you now embrace minding your mind by thinking of God in the first place it's all about the right relationship that with the Lord God you'll come to define living prayerfully, patiently, purposefully and peacefully with a positive state of mind
Has the Glory of God Left the Church? Before the next church service gets started… Should it read, on the door; "God's glory has departed? " Many come to worship and don't even know. That's God's glory left such a long time ago. Many build their Sunday experience on "past traditions." Built on man-made rules and "false expectations." They don't want to hear the gospel of holiness! "It may offend." Their pastor no long preaches on what the Bible says is sin. Some have been going to church for many years. Still looking for teachers with "itching ears." Is the true presence of God is no longer there? It's no longer found in their worship or prayer. God's judgment shall begin at this very place. It hasn't happened yet, because of his unfailing grace. If God's presence has been left from your life as well, Remember his love for you will, never fail. Seek his awesome presence each day you live! He gave his son for you! What more could he give? Won't you see his glory this very hour? And be renewed by his word and life-changing power! By Jim Pemberton
I'm a goddess My flow is unspeakable Not too many situations are infeasible A goddess I'm surely irresistible Besides my persona the reason isn't invisible A goddess I'm gracious always A real stand up woman the woman she don't play A goddess Courageous in all ways Up against a man my heart will outweigh A goddess A woman with intuition A passion for life and the quality of it's condition A goddess I'm a woman authentically Progressively complexity, I love my femininity
Through The Trials And Valleys… I've been through trials and difficult situations. Many times it happens with no explanations! Whatever I've had or have taken with me. I've been there when everyone has left me! The uncertainties I've had and struggles I face. Have brought me to my knees in a "quiet" place. The journeys I've traveled and the storms ahead. Have brought worry and stress in the words I said. Whatever trials I've faced... To Jesus I cried! A comfort and strength . He did provide! I know a truth that is important and most certain. Jesus can take away any hardship or burden! If there were no trials... How could I trust him? Because of what he's done How I love him! If I had no hardships or trials, I'd probably "forget him." Giving him my whole life? I don't think I'd let him! But he's proven to me just how much he loves me! He reached down from heaven and touched me! He's my comfort and joy and enduring friend! He'll be there with me… Till the very end! This Jesus I know. I recommend him to you! He is God! Our provider! This is so true! Won't you give him a chance in your life today! He can bring hope and take all of the dark clouds away! By Jim Pemberton
Still In Love With My Wife... My son came to me with a question on his mind. I said; "Not now son— I just don't have the time." He said, "Daddy—are you still in love with Mommy?" "Do you love her like you did when I was in her tummy?" My eyes choked with tears; "Yes son I really do!" "I'm in love with her... and I appreciate you." "Daddy—will you always love me like you do mom?" "Yes my son—my love for you will always belong." I looked down and much to my surprise. There were tears running down my son's eyes. He came running to me with arms wide open. "Thank you daddy" were his words spoken. I picked him up and gave him a great big hug. As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug. His little arm reached up to grab my hand. I knew that what I said, he began to understand. I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife. She's been such a blessing- a great part of my life! By Jim Pemberton
I've watched the soldier give, crimson blood, heroic sweat, and fallen comrade tears. I've pondered at the ignorance of society whose, stated they've wasted days, months and years. I've seen our soldiers suffer, for a mission others now see as being in selfishness vain. I've watched as humanity snubs the truth; our troops are ferocious and brutally insane. I've observed our blanket of freedom, now sport vast ragged holes and tears at the seams. I've witnessed the fraying of Liberty, which our soldiers delivered thru crimson hopes and dreams. I've viewed the injured and disabled, now home after serving their country honorably. I've grasped societies notion, the troops are now merely a number like me.
God Gave Us Our Sexuality… God gave us our sexuality and told us how to use it. But many have ignored him, and have "abused it." Through his word, he's given us his "set of rules." So many have refused it, and have become "fools." The fool has purposed in his heart God does not exist. Yet his beautiful handiwork is all around their midst. Many have chosen to turn his truth into a lie. And often, they burn in lust till the day they die. Many have offered their bodies for ungodly things. Not caring the consequences this really brings! Many are involved with perversion of various kinds. Having a warped sense of morality in very confused minds So many aren't happy with the way they're created. Their own sexual identity is often debated. You were wonderfully designed and beautifully made. Please don't end up as sin's "sexual slave!" God made you special… And has a perfect will! Your every need… His love can fulfill! Don't settle for what may be "your innocence lost" Think about the work Christ did on the cross! God can help you to resist the man "sexual temptations." And can bring to your life his peace and true satisfaction. You don't have to live like you did before! God can restore your life and do so much MORE1 By Jim Pemberton
Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking The breath leaves my body unseen But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place. I notice all I think all I feel. Right there on the window before me. To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both. A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold" To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time. I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart. I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window. My hand reaches pauses oh so this is what you look like. Oh if it was so easy to be done. The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly. What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist. Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch? welcome to the world for all to see. Hidden by the sun most of the time. My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers. Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you. But at peace I am. I know now what I did not before. Your not invisable your their in my breath. Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me. And all I have to do is breath. And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window
What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn't be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn't have Christ' peace and tranquility! It's almost like this now! It's an "ever increasing business." It seems like nearly everyone wants "Christ out of Christmas!" Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it's true meaning? The very words; "Merry Christmas," seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; "Happy Holiday." For fear they may "offend." Having a "holiday" without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior's birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let's not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he's done. As we bring honor to Christ. God's precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton
Jesus Says; "Less t.v. And More Of Me!" I remember as a kid, having our first color t.v. Our family didn't have to worry about what we'd see. Respect and honor for another was often displayed. Happy and healthy homes were often portrayed. It seemed to mean something to have morals. People didn't seem to worship the immoral. As I got older… Things seemed to get "out of hand." By the garbage being shown . all over this land. That which once respected as good and o.k. Began to disappear, into an "immoral decay." I pray for my family and children's lives. They won't be soaked with the sin and lies! I want to watch that which promote spiritual health. To cherish things of God, for his heavenly wealth! I refuse to let wickedness be an example, of how I should live. I'm going to think about the good things Christ has to give! Rather than spending so much time watching an idol. I'm going to pray and spend time reading the Bible! As I'm older, I want my eyes to focus more on the cross! The less time I watch t.v. is really not a big loss! The most important thing that I can do… Is to try to live the way Christ wants me to! To live is Christ. To sacrifice is to gain. Nothing compares to the beauty of HIS name! Help me Jesus to keep my eyes focused on you alone! I seek your blessing over my life and home! By Jim Pemberton
Are Churches Ready For Christ; Return? It appears that many in church aren't concerned.. About the imminent possibility of Christ; return! It seems like the opposite is happening today… Just listen to what many in church have to say… They often get involved with the people from town. And allow other's sins to "drag them down…" Rather than seeking a life of God's holiness. Many get involved with things that bring "emptiness." Being 100% sold out to Jesus is called "old fashioned." Many don't seek Christ with a sincere passion! No wonder many in church are in such "dire straits" Many are leading people right to "hell's gates…" Rather than a house of prayer, it's a "house of fools." Just about anything not of God is what "rules." Rather than accepting God's word as 100% true… Many get involved with things they shouldn't do! Forsaking their love for Christ above all others… Lives of sin and bondage…. They bring to the altar! What an embarrassment to Jesus' holy name! Many in church should really be ashamed! Jesus called us to come out and be separate… So many lives are confused and very "desperate." It's time to come clean and be filled with Godly living! Walking in God's awesome power and forgiving! Christ must be our first love... And him alone! Allowing his righteousness to fill our churches and homes! By Jim Pemberton
To Silence a Poet You want to gain mastery To be envious and obnoxious Listen up! I'll you a story One love, divine simplicity Harmony
Jesus… Your name brings sweetness on my tongue! My soul soaks in your love… Like a dry sponge! My soul continues to hunger and thirst! Until I let you reign in my life! Always first! I give my life to you! On my knees I yield! YOU are my rock, fortress and shield! You're my protection! A sure foundation! For only in you is there TRUE salvation! By Jim Pemberton
you were there and so was i you in youre world and me in mine yet somehow we werent there at all and our worlds were just to small together we would unite leaving our old worlds behind creating a new worlds together one that we would share forever and ever now here we are as we have and always will be in a world that we created for only you and me no longer in our own worlds but in our dream world
To maintain a life Above all the strife Pain and sorrow Is to choose A sight so sharp It sees through the dark And sees even in the light Things that defy human sight Things impossible Things unprecedented Things invisible The ability to look To see beyond the present circumstances To hold on to that faint candle light In the midst of the pitch black darkness of the night The will to cling to life When death is but a pinch away The strength to see the sun shine so bright Through a sandstorm in the Sahara Through the snowstorms in the north pole Through the cloudy rainstorms of the amazon The ability to see white When everyone sees black The will to see beauty Where everyone sees the ugly To see the highest mountain peaks As mole-hills about to be trampled To believe in particles Faster than light To believe men can touch The surface of the sun And walk to the ends of milky-way With the stars as our footstones The ability to hope for better things And to dream of better days In the midst of bitter months Can't you see the impossible It's laughing you to scorn Telling you I'M POSSIBLE….
It seems the path Iam on is changing everyday the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man but your church and bibles where never in the plan so every race has a version of there own stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known not one of these faiths is open and understanding they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding then you history holds no science no enlightenment dogmatic foolishness written before free government and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give even now the human mind is found wanting but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting if only the concept of good will and love we understood without some sign from above if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain I respect you and to all other men you should do the same your saviors were righteous there's know doubt in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about there have been many Christ's since the beginning of man the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free in my mind that's what Jesus is what he is supposed to be even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church he's giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance are race needs to come together and make a united stance if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart
What Have I Done For Jesus??? I'm trying to remember the things I've dreamed of… There so much I haven't done, that I can think of! I'm trying to remember when I was just a young boy… There were things in life that I really enjoyed! But, as I grow older, and it's all done and said… I feel more aches and pains each time I get out of bed! This old body of mine is growing very weary and old. I don't have a lot of time, as I have been told! There's one area in life, where I've fallen short of a goal… I haven't given God a chance to redeem my soul! I suppose I've been too prideful and stubborn at best… I need to give God my life, and let him take care of the rest! Dear Jesus, I come to you now and confess my sinful ways! I accept you as my Lord and savior, for the rest of my days! Please come lord Jesus, and bring your healing deep within! Cleanse and change me, and take away all of my sin! You're what I need! And are truly my best friend! How I love and appreciate you! Again and again! By Jim Pemberton 09/29/13
With the best of intentions and a heart of grace… Christ died on a cross! He took our place! With the best of heaven close by his side… Christ opened the door to heaven ever so wide! With the best love that anyone could bring… He took away our sin and "erased" everything! With the best that his father could bring from above. It was his gifts of mercy, grace and love! With the "best" man could offer, he would still "fall short." God brought the gift of salvation, down into our "court." With hearts filled with wickedness and so much sin… Through Christ' shed blood... We can be made "born again!" With each day we have... Christ is always here! His commitment to us is everlasting and secure! With every moment of the day we have before us… May we spend time with God… He's always with us! With what God has given to you…. Won't you come to him? Through his son Jesus, your heavenly journey begins! "I LOVE YOU!" Are the words God has written! This can be the day your changed and forgiven! By Jim Pemberton
God Asked; "Come Unto Me…" God called my name…. I didn't know what to expect! The words he spoke. I won't forget! What he said to me…. I remember so vividly. I woke me up in the night so unexpectedly! As I heard the words, I jumped out of bed. I wanted to hear what my Lord said. He spoke, and wanted me to follow him! I decided to obey and trust him as my friend! What he desired, was to have a servant's heart! He was there for me! Right from the start! My worldly possessions… I left behind! A new treasure in Christ… I did find! Many of my "past habits" began to leave me! As I felt God's awesome love all around me! My life and attention were now decided. Everything I needed... God provided! I chose to follow him 100 percent! Fellowship with my creator, is time well spent! He's my blessed savior and I am his! And is with me each day I live! Won't you beckon his spirit's call? Living for Jesus makes it worth it all! By Jim Pemberton
What This World Can Never Give… What this world can never give, is life eternal! Jesus can guarantee your name, in heaven's journal! The world can never bring to you, what Christ can give! Jesus will never fail you, and can give a reason to live! This world can promise you a whole "field of dreams." But can never give the joy and peace that only Jesus brings! The world shall one day be totally destroyed within! Only Christ can help you! And will always be your friend! Heaven and earth shall one day pass! God's word is forever! Christ loves you so much! You can be with him, together! Won't you follow Jesus? And leave this world behind you? Allow his Holy Spirit and love, to totally surround you! Take this world! But give me Jesus! Is this your plea? Won't you make plans to be with him, for all eternity? By Jim Pemberton
America is being destroyed from perversion within. As it's people indulge in wickeness and sin. The moral fabric that our country once held so dear. Is now beginning to dissappear. Many judges seek to remove God from our land. Traditional marriage... many don't understand. From the neighbor's house to the college dorms, Perversion is legal in so many forms. Our money reads: "in God we trust." Many are addicted to perversion and lust. Nothing of God seems to be sacred anymore. While his judgement draws close to our nation's door. This so called "freedom" that many have "enjoyed," Is causing our great country to be destroyed. America must heed the Savior's call, Only God can give true freedom to all. HIS word is our country's true foundation. Without him in our lives... we're doomed as a nation! By Jim Pemberton
I was lost, with no way out! Then Jesus showed me what his love is all about! The way things we going... I wasn't concerned! I didn't know which direction to turn! Jesus gave me his mercy and grace! And provided a "resting place!" He has made my life complete!. His love has filled me from my head to feet! Thank you Jesus! For turning me around! A peace and satisfaction in you, I have found! Your love in my life is bright and shining! Jesus in me is a love worth finding! By Jim Pemberton
Legal Tender of Getting Old If tears were coins I'd be a rich man… If sadness was time I'd live forever… If I only knew what to do to make it better… I would do it in a heartbeat. But, no answers are easy when feelings crash around you… And the Sun does not shine in the heavens above… if only I could see…if only I could find a way…if only I knew… How do you say goodbye when there is no love? To only be me myself alone … again… decisions are frightening and shaky to behold… But change is needed for me to stay sane… all the while we continue to grow old. RLM '05
Making A Commitment To God Samson... A judge of Israel was known to be strong. Because of his vow to God. His hair was to grow long. With the jawbone of an ass... Thousands of Philistines were killed. To get the secret of his strength, is what they had willed. They sent Delilah to tempt him with her charm and beauty. Samson revealed his secret to her. Growing exhausted & weary. Breaking the promise of God... He lost his strength and eyesight. Till the day he rested his hand on the Philistine' temple so tight. He asked God to give him strength once again. Then pushed the pillars. Killing thousands with him. For all of his accomplishments he had made. He broke his promise to God. When his secret he gave… Make sure your commitment to God is true and real. So you don't end up, like Samson of Israel! By Jim Pemberton
GOD Your power lives inside of me Because the love you give I see It is the motion in your ocean It is the quenching of your potion Only you could set me free Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God Only you could set me free You are the reason for my living Everyday thank you for giving You cried for me, you died for me You saved my soul, thank you oh Holy One………………………………………. Your power lives inside of me Because the love you give I see It is the motion in your ocean It is the quenching of your potion Only you could set me free Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God Only you could set me free Sometimes I lose my way And take the road astray I'm just a human and a sinner Nothing perfect, not a winner But I'm working to get better I sing praise to you in this letter You gave me life, you saved my soul You gave me strength to make it thru this all Your power lives inside of me Because the love you give I see It is the motion in your ocean It is the quenching of your potion Only you could set me free Mojo, Dojo, Buddha, Ra Shiva, Osiris, Mohammed, God Only you could set me free You are the reason for my living Everyday thank you for giving You cried for me, you died for me You saved my soul, thank you oh Holy One………………………………………. Written by Leah J. Chesser 11/28/2012
Allow me the autonomy Of innovative spirit Don't undermine potential My purpose, don't inhibit Don't hinder my endeavors Nor interrupt progression Be mindful of my right To meaningful expression Don't try to nail my wings Unjustly to the floor Don't stifle my ambition I earnestly implore Through fiery determination I'll pursue my intuition With acute awareness I'll inspire new tradition Though the odds be great Against what I believe Through blazing perseverance The impossible I'll achieve Camille Rose Castillo 2011 Camille Rose Castillo 2011 In recognition of all those throughout history who relentlessly pursued their goals in spite of overwhelming academic, social or professional opposition and oppression.
Lord, please help my brother who's very confused. He feels that through life… He's been hurt and abused! He needs you much more than he's willing to confess… He's living the kind of life that brings a lot of stress! Many wicked and evil thoughts have entered his head… Many lies from the devil is what he's been fed! I know you can do for him what you did for me! By the power of your blood… He can be FREE! I pray that your spirit and word will convict him! May he open up his heart and let you change him! In YOU he can find a love this world could never give! You bring true peace and joy and the power to forgive! By Jim Pemberton
A lover I once knew, die today he was alive yesterday I never thought of him this way. I never think about the rain Unless it flood my drains, my driveway, my rose garden Or dampened my happy mood Why would the death of my lover Leave me so sad, and blue Tender moment of affection: edgy days Relationships have it up and downs The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong, Probably he was right: however here tonight A lover I once knew passed away today My old lover the wicket-keeper: The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover
Watch me as I shoot across the midnight sky Looking almost as beautiful as I am fast I do my best to try not to die But we both know that I cannot last Flames and faith blazing as I go Because I know that just up around the bend Is forever somewhere that I do not know Is forever somewhere near my sweetest friend Is forever somewhere where I still love you so and forever somewhere near my bitter end..
Jesus, I Can't Turn A Blind Eye Any Longer! I can't turn a "blind eye" any longer! As many souls have "strayed off" and wandered! I can't "pretend," that life's problems will disappear! The "sin problem," is quite evident and clear! I can't "make believe," this will be a better place… I see heartache and despair on people's face! I can't just "sit back" and not do anything anymore! I ask myself, "what's my purpose in life really for? I'm going to pray that God will make it more revealing… We all need to know our purpose and meaning! I'm going to ask God to help me make a difference today! And proclaim that Jesus is the truth, the life, the only way! I'm going to shout and proclaim Jesus! The true king! He's the lord, master and maker of everything! I'm going to pray that those who are blind, will now see… This same Jesus who loves us, and gives life abundantly! I'm not going to be ashamed, to praise the lord greatly! It's about time, that I lift up his name…. Lately! I'm going to ask the Holy Spirit to cleanse my mind… And help me to do my part in reaching mankind I'm going to invite you, to make a commitment to HIM! This same Jesus… Who can change us within! Please Lord Jesus… Have your way in me… All throughout! Loving and trusting you… Is what life is about! By Jim Pemberton
Our Body Can Be An Asset Or A Liability… Our body can either be an asset or a liability. It can glorify God, or be given to immorality. God gave us our body to have fellowship with him. This fellowship was broken by Adam's sin. God designed our bodies to bring glory to his name! During the last 2000 years… Things haven't been the same! We can offer our lives to Christ in dedication. His death on the cross brought his gift of salvation. Rather than offering our bodies to sin and lust. Through Christ… We can give God our trust! Let's offer our bodies in obedience to THE KING! Christ is our righteousness! Our everything! May we allow his love to purify our hearts. As a Godly transformation within us starts! May we be renewed by the power of God's word! His message of eternal life must be heard! Won't you give your life to your savior today? Jesus is the truth... The life... The only way! The life-changing power from him rings loud and clear! One day very soon… He shall appear!!! The glory of the Lord reaches all of mankind! Today is the day of salvation! NOW is the accepted time! By Jim Pemberton
I think of the years between us and Little snippets of our journey floods my mind. Life and all it's roads at times difficult Allowing us the chance to change, to be remade for the Last of all our tales shall be of our triumphs- Ways we conquered our self doubt, our impulses Always giving way to that better me, better you Yet you walk these roads with a heavy heart Soul weary and feet blistered and I say to you Be not afraid of what s to come Everyone is given only what he or she can bear Yes I say to it all - the pain, our tears, the laughter Our fears, - the joy and all these years between us Underneath it all there lies our blessing and Redemption in the form of this friendship For the mistakes, the errs are not erased but" Our Father In Heaven" Remember is the sweetest prayer In it we find the mercy he tempers our punishment Even as we are wrong, we are in his light No man can take your soul, so walk Don't run to the end of your life, when it is done, he is there.
Within our minds we strive to achieve We are taught to go for the gold So we focus and we practice We even cut people from our lives as a sacrifice Then we justify those sacrifices by convincing ourselves it's ok we continue on trying to accumulating glory and wealth but every step we take and every breath we breathe the dream we inspire to become seems to always fall between our knees the years go by and we get a little older each time You begin to realize that certain things you cant do anymore So you bare down and sacrifice a little more You cut the cords with friends and you stop talking to those that seem to love you And without blinking an eye you convince yourself it will be different the next time But the fame doesn't show and the gratitude doesn't flow Then you lift your head up for moment only to realize no one is there The girl you once knew left you because you didn't show her how much you cared So back to the grind you turn off your heart so you can try just one more time So you write another story knock on another door but the phone calls and letters you hope for never come then for a moment you think about the one that once loved you and you remember how that used to feel before the chase for gold had an appeal so you do a google search to find her name thinking maybe life's the same but then you discover she took on another name and suddenly your heart flicks on and you begin to feel all the pain there she is with children and a husband and you suddenly find yourself falling to the ground clenching your chest you feel the pounding of your heart and the dizziness of your mind glancing up at a calendar you then realize you let twenty years slip by and suddenly a numbness that you feel deep inside as your body slowly goes cold Then a faint memory slips through and you remember her saying how she loves you But you were so caught up in yourself and you never gave her a sign And you begin to realize that lost treasure that you've been seeking all your life That gold, that silver, that trophy, that medal, that acknowledgement and idolization Came in the shape of a heart, a heart of love, compassion, adoration, When a simple I love you too would have brought you the riches you so desired Instead you now have a lost treasure and the agony of emptiness deep inside.
Is Your Foundation of Life Being Destroyed? Very seldom do I hear any complaints. Regarding the lacking of moral restraints. It seems like many are under some kind of a "spell." What's right or wrong? Many can't even tell! Where are the moral leaders this nation needs? As the heart of this nation continually bleeds. Many churches provide very little discretion. Pretending to be Godly… Yet little Biblical direction! No wonder many people don't know what to believe. A lifestyle of lying, drugs and sex is what they achieve. In their lives, they have no "moral boundary." Many carrying a load of "dirty laundry." To those of you who want satisfaction and victory too... There is a "moral compass" that's freely offered to you! " God's word is a solid foundation! Which speaks of HIS love and his gift of salvation! If your life is filled with hurt, and has no true meaning. It's in the direction of Jesus you need to be leaning! You don't have to live in despair and defeat! Jesus' grace and love can make you complete! By Jim Pemberton
My past forever haunts me, for I was twice a martyr. Should I not feel the need to hide? Am I not to have unexplained fears, such as fire, execution and the clergy? Should I not? Am I not? My past is me; It rules me, for I sat on a throne of power. Do I not have the right to miss it? Can I not feed the hungry and the poor, because greedy kings will bury me in darkness? Do I not? Can I not? My past is my present, you see, for I am weary; my soul is tired. Will I be granted permission to restore it? Wouldn't I be careless not to take care of it, polish it and make it shine like a diamond again? Will I be? Wouldn't I be?
I had once walk this earth naked and broken With my eyes I could not see Finding a vein in my heart with the pulse of life I no longer walk in the way of deceit I was drifted to the jagged edges of my world and the earth taking from under my feet Arrows of truth killed my sorrow Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is to come, and today I'm at peace.
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This is my life My life is a Rubrics Cube With so many chances I don't know what to do -And- That can be almost anything ------ I rather take a shot At Romance Maybe then I may get And second chance -But- It alway's takes a Silly twist And that is the kind Of twist That some-times' you Just can't really miss ------ And as it turn's out Going in any direction What dose that mean to me It's all about love and affection ------ Every time I make a turn Rather it be good or bad There is always something Their is something in the air That desperately need's Re-direction Or else It will go in another direction And I will certainly be had This situation really look's bad ------ Always something left to add In order to get the full picture Don't let it get you mad Because that Rubrics Cube Will only serve to baby sit you GF
What Is It That You're Looking For? What is it in life… That you're looking for? You have a purpose in life. And so much more! The goals and ambitions you face… There are many! But deep down inside you may be feeling "empty." If it's pleasure and success you wish to obtain... You'll find what you need in Jesus' name! Everything you'll ever need, you can find in him! Through his resurrection, a new life begins! Won't you accept his grace and mercy divine? He's very patient, forgiving and kind! He provides for your needs! So don't forget… His love has never let go of YOU yet! By Jim Pemberton
I am my purest self when I am with you… My truth is effortless when I am with you… I am happiest when I am with you… I see beauty in everything when I am with you… I desire to be of service when I am with you… My courage is mighty when I am with you… My faith is unwavering when I am with you… I am wholly inspired when I am with you… I am enraptured with love when I am with you… I understand we are united as one when I am with you… When I am with you…
The birds fly free up in the sky. Why oh why can it not be me? Why can't I just soar and be. Why can't I fly above so high? My spirit guides me as I sigh. My soul wills me to be free. Where is this highest decree? This is why I hear doves cry. I open a seal, Carry a smile. All is so real. I last a mile. Inside of me there is a will. This is why I can't sit still. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
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Drunkenmess is like the turning tables of your childhood that you conviently forgot was good. Regretably misbehave you dig your own social grave. and forgivness is only waiting from God.
Light upon night water Your reflection is beauty here I came to your breast Water in a throat Apart from you I cannot In my mind and heart Gone apart from you The apple of my very eye Within yours a rose In my life as rain Freshening my soul and mind Yours a lilly in dirt
A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day
A pastor who preached against sin, was pulled down… And very soon, his whole world was "upside down!" The sin he preached against, was causing him grief. He sought prayer and counseling, with little relief. How could this happen to him? Many wondered. As his very life begin being "pulled asunder." The victory he wanted, seemed to be fading away. He was almost at a loss, for the "right" words to say. Many just laughed and teased and made fun of him. He lost his friends. No one wanted to be with him! Just about everything he loved, was now all gone. He asked others; "please forgive me of my wrongs." As he stumbled each day, he fell down in disgrace. You could see the discouraged look, on his face! As the weeks went by, and feeling all alone… He asked God to forgive him, and bring him "home." He sinned... But confessed and God forgave him! The victory he needed is what Jesus gave him! We must be careful! Because we can also fall! A humble way of Godly living must be our call! Be watchful of the many sins that can enslave us! God knows all about it! It was he, who made us! Thank you Jesus for the kind of life you've given! And may you be honored in the way we're livin'! By Jim Pemberton
That which would make me a cog in the machine , dragoon me into a lethal automaton be left in the walls of sleep. As the sun bleats in fear of crowds & the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire. Let the world spin on thru space's quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink on the writer's hand. Or let the chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks & chunks of lung, held by the prism of your stare. To dance swirling down the drain as another matter for the brain to tick as a clock tocks out seven days to review & recall all infected packets of nurofen. Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case of the flu while the fever dreams strike drowning in clay & blank doll faces. As my daughter will drink only the finest wine & my son will make all the other children cry w-/ the malice of his fingers. In the first flash of a passionate love affair , feather light, beating as two hearts revolve round the moon lit stage.
Does Anyone Pray Anymore??? Many times I wonder if anyone cares… When it comes to the matter of prayer. As we daily face an evil and wicked tide. It seems like many people "run and hide." A "moment of silence," is "today's theme." But, does this silence really mean anything? When it comes to prayer… Are many ashamed? To bow their head and call on God's name? More and more this is, what I'm seeing. Blessings from God… Fewer are receiving! Talking with God… You needn't be afraid! There's been a lot people who've prayed! During these uncertain time we all face. We need to seek God's love, mercy and grace! Having time with God, is a good place to start. Simply tell him… Whatever's on your heart! Praying to God will bless you! In all you endeavor! God is the same God… Today and forever! His faithfulness and love, will never disappoint you! Won't you allow him to wrap his arms around you? By Jim Pemberton
I was thinking about something just the other day. I was at a loss for the "right words to say." I was thinking about a time "way back when." That day I became born again. A zeal for Jesus that I once had. Excitement in my life, a heart so glad. A passion for Christ overwhelmed my soul. I loved Jesus-for he had made me whole. I've forgotten things that I once knew. Reading God's word- I no longer do. What has happened to me? I'm so ashamed! I'm an embarrassment to Jesus' holy name. So, dear Jesus, my knees I humbly bow. Please change my life... I need you now! By your word, transform me deep within. I confess to you my backsliding sin. I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do! And by your love, I'm made BRAND NEW! By Jim Pemberton
Why do you weep oh gentle One? Why do you cry out when alone? Even more, why are you silent when you go out? Do your troubles embarrass you and run others away? Would it make others uncomfortable to hear what you say? Would your plight run those away who do not seem to care? Do you truly feel alone this and every day? Do you fear what more, next will come your way? Know I am here… Though we will never meet. Know my troubles are also great. Know I too, cry only when alone. Know I am just like you, my friend. I know that others soothing words do not take away the pain. I know that talk of God does not make the problems go away. I know this dreadful journey never seems to stop. But I know you are not alone and can still talk to God. Hope does not pay the bills or bring back those we lost. Hope does not cure all ills or bring the dawn. But sometimes Hope and God, is all we have when others fail… And me of course, for you were never alone. After you have sat there and silently wept… Go forth into this day, knowing that in this world…. There are always others like you and me. Hope and God are there somewhere, too. No one is truly alone… Take heart when you are done weeping and know: You are not alone: for I am also here with you. We all have afflictions and problems, usually several at a time. My greatest affliction is epilepsy among others that abound. Remember life is an epic to be over come and still: I am here for you.
( Dedicated to my Sister Florence Grace in Houston, Texas ) They say a nightingale sang in Berkley square But last night I dreamt The Nightingale was sitting on my chair chirping its melodious song To my soaring soul and now its song is part of my being, to belong.
I've seen many families in difficult situations! Often ending up in lies and false accusations! I've seen many families stray way off course… And tragically, often, end up in a divorce! I've seen the hardships that many families endure. Their faith has often been shaken. That's for sure! I've seen many families trying to give 100 percent. And then wondering where all of their time went! I've seen all these things happening and much more! I have wondered; "what is all of this happening for?" I've just one thing to say in this "chaotic confusion." Only the blood of Jesus gives any hope or solution! It's only in his word, we'll find a godly direction! His Holy Spirit can give true and loving correction! May we seek his spirit to bind us all together! And pray for his blood for our protection forever! Please come Lord Jesus, and refresh our soul! We need you right now, to make us whole! Please touch our heart, and make us all one! And heal every father, mother, daughter and son! Please help us to watch what we'll do and say! You can turn our darkest night into the brightest day! By Jim Pemberton
Just row the boat, Just row the boat, Even if unknown why. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, And man, you'll go high. Just row the boat, Just row the boat Even if your hands give up. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, Even if you've had enough. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, Even if you're stalked by sharks. Just row the boat, Just row the boat, No matter how grotesque bruise marks. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, You may reach luck's open arms. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, No more emptiness in your palms. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, At least, you gained exercise. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, The decision; remarkably wise. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, Mistake; an antonym. If you row the boat, If you row the boat, You may just reach Him
There's a question you need to understand… Are you worshipping God or man? Many have twisted God's truth into a lie… And seek anything they feel will "satisfy." Many minds become filled with wickedness of every kind. As many fleshly perversions fill their minds!. Addictions creep in… catching many unaware,,, Soon, trapping people into temptation's snare. Only the blood of Jesus is The way to heaven's gate! You come to him now! Before it's too late! Only through him, can you have victory each day. With every temptation... He'll make a way! Worshiping God is what we're designed to do! All of heaven anxiously extends salvation to you! Only Jesus can bring joy and satisfaction to your soul! It's only in him, that you can be set free and made whole! By Jim Pemberton
For Mother Teresa to see... the clarity of beauty between the murky folds of life to see... the simple truths of living between the horror and the endless strike to see... the innocent smiles of the children at play while the elder preach hate and division and continue to slay to see... the endless yearning for that simpler better place away from the hollow emptiness of this ostentatious space to see... the open vistas of this pale blue dot the soft reds and fruity greens as this home is all we have got to see... the tears of the dispossessed who have been cruelly cast aside and while we look the other way from their tears we may never hide to see... the endless hunger and despair and killing and greed in the name of God or of ideology or of some or the other creed to see... and to see it all and still stand tall to hold on to the humanity that resides deep within us all may be our only saving grace and though all of this sounds quaint and saccharine sweet I need to remember all that I've said the next time I look into a teary-eyed desolate face to see... that being human is simple if we only look beyond ourselves and see that we are all one, him and her and them and us and you and me...
Decided... Scene 1 (years earlier) Years of indecision Ended in an instant My life in third revision Starting in the present Touching everything I've owned Importing their very essence Of each and every feeling they borne History rearing it's very presents Boxed and placed on an empty truck My very existence held in transit That is when the melancholy struck Walking out this door would be a heroic bit On the other side of town a lady waited Patiently for me and for me to decide That my wild single passions were sated And to face and enjoy life by her side I fired up that truck, my heart, soul and mind Pointed them carefully to the other side of town Arriving at a place, I knew, true love I would find Truly amazed at the acceptance I had found. Act I Part I The Stage of Life I fell in love with the director. Our relationship perfectly scripted in her head... My role dictated, my character regulated all I ever wanted was a forever love... I threw out the script and played my part true... Ad libing my sweet little ass off. The show was a hit! and people cheered... but we were through. . . . Act I... Part II I am now a free agent... See the passion in my eyes? See the sexy style of my soul? Give me a part to play... hand me a script, and I will play it true my way. But, please,please, make it a forever gig. rlm '07 Act I... Part III The Horse Trader The pounding reins Of yesterday's tears Lead me down The dreary road of today The joy I once found Gazing into your eyes Is hobbled by distance And my faultering gait Unbridled rides at dawn a beautiful, insipid memory Breakneck sprints in the dark an aching need in the final strech The rhythmic rhyme of our ride in time We won the race but lost our place Your crop too willing my flanks too tender Your mount is running, full out, yet you ask for more (unfinished) rlm Act I Part IV (final act) Of Tears and Candle Wax My tears fuel the fire deep within my heart The sorrow in my soul Of this life I tire I have known my part This world takes its toll My tears do not come On my cheeks they run And me left a mere a husk of a man Finding their way to my soul leaving nowhere to stand Not finding my role far away from the sun A single candle lights my deep sorrow A single idea... I dread tomorrow As a man...I stand Naked to the pain. rlm
I have not eaten today, But my heart is filled Not hungry of affection. I had a fill of you last night A fill of you for a life time All around us are walking corpses Corpses of political disregard Humans of no nations Even when they are bona-fide citizens Your blood and mine flows in them The government abhors the poor Feeds them with empty promises Shoves them through the door They pay the bills For social amenities they can't find Pay taxes for their castles Government built in the air But we know their ancestors Filthy dogs eating from the king's crumbs No; Lets not unknot the knot Soon a messiah might heed us In heaven's book of life, I heard the poor names are there In here's book of life It is deleted. Thus, in your head, Lays your kingdom and glory Get rich or die trying Or; be their poor and keep sulking. Well, like them I saw… I have not eaten Flesh gone weak to skeleton Nevertheless, The solitude of love within Keeps me living; I am breathing But I am moving, Towards your direction I see your beam I feel new When I see you From my heart Seeps through the rays of the sun Its fun; this love on death line We survived the genocide We survived the war We survived love We survived us I love you too. This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.
Giving In To Temptation... I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassmen to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered. Was all gone... and my life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I had caused/ This time... I took a moment to pause/ I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. And confessed. Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of our saviour's grace and love/ This time the help I needed had to come from above/ I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so thankful... Jesus has made me glad! YOU--Jesus--are the reason I'm here today! I LOVE YOU! More than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
For so long you've held the key, the scepter and the crown, Harrowing the reality, the subconscious, the deep within. Your voice was deep, poignant, forbidding. Clattering like, The tumbling down of ancient and spidery bones, swishing Like the dust raised by warm nocturnal winds above the grave, Of underneath whose cold stone, you speak. I've held on to these, the pain most notably, the curse of living, Clung to it as one would a shepherd's staff. I was bleating, you, stoic, An anguished ghost whose wispy façade slashes through the ages, Thru generations of minds in the offing of torment. The honored Priest above my chasm and dreams, whose scepter whirls an order, to the bottomless chaos, defining, refining. Such morbidity, such dusky frights and ebon like chill, thawing, turning ductile the mind's seams to enable comprehension of misery, for one, for two and for as long as dreaded numbers Could gnaw, could go and would soar. And then dreadfully and just as suddenly, fall. But always finds in the descent kindred misery, Again and again spewing thermals for tattered wings. Aye, my friend, you've enabled these, I followed your grim lead too, Debauched a day, or two, or three. I honestly can't remember anymore. When you despoiled your body did you lose your soul? I asked this Because mine never was. It was never lost. But you, aside from being a friend, are a terrible despot. For you bound my soulful core, right after you cried over lost grains of golden sand. Alas, when you failed to save even one of these grains from your Clasp, why the need to wail and ask if all that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream? Why cast eternal umbrae over Those sojourns which aside from your company lifts my weary Psyche? Those twilight times when I can escape and open the Drain in the reality of my life?
All across this great nation..… It seems we lack a solid foundation! As God is tossed out of government and schools. It seems like just about anything rules! Even a symbol of a cross seems to offend. "How dare we call God a friend?" Where are the Godly principles this nation needs? As the heart of this nation continually bleeds. Not many seem to care anymore. As more ungodliness comes ashore! No wonder many people don't know what to believe. A lifestyle of lying, drugs and sex is what they achieve. In many lives, there's no "moral boundary." Many carrying a lot of "dirty laundry." To those of you who want satisfaction and victory too... There is a "moral compass" that's freely offered to you! This "moral compass," is God's word!. it's needed in this nation! It speaks of God's love and his gift of salvation! If you find life is filled with emptiness, with no true meaning. It's in the direction of Jesus that you need to be leaning! You don't have to live in despair and defeat! Jesus' grace and love will make you complete! By Jim Pemberton
As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with... As I sit here weaving my poetry Into the semblance of a book… I find that I must ask Gods' blessing… For the journey, that together we have took. I find I must bow my head in thought… Over this book that together we have wrought As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart… As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought. And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins… He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen. I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life's art. And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart.
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I love you for being my husband. I thank you for all your love. I thank you for being there, A special person sent from above. I thank God for sending you to me, For giving me a life with you. And our children he entrusted me. Your acceptance, guidance and care, Given so unconditionally. Together with my love and certainty, Give us so much to share. I feel a special bond not there before. It gets stronger every day. Making within me such awesome happiness, My heart longs to soar. I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting. We both have our failures and imperfections. I think, however, our short comings and trials Build between us stronger connections. I believe that God has brought us together, Because each has a lot to offer the other. You, as the father and husband, And me, as the wife and mother. Summer Gratias
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During this time known as Thanksgiving Day. I hope you'll give thanks and pray. A prayer of thanks for everything God has given. He has blessed us in the way we've been livin'! Our country is blessed like no other. God has supplied our "bread and butter." He's given us the freedom, we've all enjoyed. Be thankful for your food, home and being employed. For those who've endured hardship... Thank God too! It's no secret how much he loves YOU! We find in the Bible... God clearly said; "I've never seen the righteous forsaken, Nor their children begging for bread." Thanks be to Jesus, for his love, mercy and grace. And for making my heart, "his special place." I am blessed and thankful to Jesus indeed. He's given me salvation and supplies my every need. I thank God for this special day in November. Thanksgiving is a day... I will always remember! By Jim Pemberton
I Had Nothing To Offer to God… I had nothing to offer to God but a life of ashes. It almost felt like I was "stuck in molasses." I had nothing to offer to God but "utter failure." I didn't even offer to him a simple prayer. I had a life that was simply falling apart. I cried out to him from a wounded heart. I began to blame myself for everything wrong. I soon began to feel like I didn't belong. I'd begin each day with a lot of hesitation. I didn't feel any kind of love or appreciation. Those close to me begin to "leave me behind." There wasn't a single "friend" I could find! Just when everything was falling around me. Jesus was there and his love began to surround me! "Lord please help me." Is what was spoken. My life was coming apart., And felt empty and broken! Jesus reached down and took a hold of my hand! And told me everything I went through... He understands! Day by day he brought to me a peace I never knew! Putting my life back together was what he wanted to do! As I read his word, his spirit renewed my mind. A precious friend in HIM… I was able to find! His love was the "glue" that mended my broken pieces. He's brought to my life a brand new completeness! He restored me and gave to me so much more! He truly is what living my life is meant for! He is and will always be the Lord for me! And can do the same for you! Most certainly! By Jim Pemberton
Give me the strength to go inside Give me the strength to not run and hide I need to face what is flawed in me I need to know so I can truly see Constantly questioning, faith so easily lost Burdened by apathy, lethargic, a stone collecting moss Life once flowed through my veins But I was lulled into the slumber of a stifling pain The hole I fell into nearly became my tomb But I feel I am bursting out anew, like a baby from the womb However I still feel so fractured, so flawed, so hurt I fight now though, taking a stand, trying to stay alert I take as my inspiration the phoenix, reborn from a fiery death I imagine myself the hero, chasing my dreams with every waking breath Give me the strength to love and to grow Give me the strength to question and to know It hurts and that will not go away Give me the strength to work through it; give me the courage to stay
What If We Had Prayer In Schools Today? What if we had prayer in schools today? And the students were allowed to pray? What if the students read their Bible in class? Perhaps they'd have a foundation that would last! What if the students, in the classrooms, across this nation… Knew that Jesus can make them a NEW creation! Isn't it about time that we invite God into our schools? Instead of living by our own set of rules? Isn't it about time that we confess our wayward sins? And allow God into our lives… Once again??? Isn't it about time that we call on Jesus' name? Only he can remove all of our sin and shame! Isn't it about time that we think about our eternity? And find true love and joy! And a godly security! Isn't it about time that we get on our knees in prayer? And talk to a loving God who listens and cares? The time for change, we need to understand! We need a Godly revival across our land! We need to listen and follow God's instructions! Or we'll soon find our society's destruction! God is the only one that we can depend on! His word is what our nation must stand on! By Jim Pemberton
She was just 8 years old With freckles on her face She was a little tom boy Playing miles from the U.S base Her name was parwana Means butterfly in afghan She was like a little princess Born in a cruel land She was with other children Just playing under the skies But they look like terrorist to a robotic drone as it flies So they all were killed With bombs falling from the skies Then Washington says on TV It's a mistake we apologize We apologize for your lost? How will that ease the pain? Of the parents not seeing Their little love ones again Her mother cries oh god Why don't you kill me instead? How can I live now? That my little butterfly is dead These are our children Not a horse or a cow Go look your self in the mirror Who are the terrorist now? The British prime minster Says the terrorist will be beat From his press conference From NUMBER 10 Downing Street The white house says There will causalities of wars While all the war mongers Are safe behind their doors Her father mourns her death Till his cant live no more So he drove a car with bombs Thru the green zone door There are good and evil And we know what evil do But when the good do the same Then who is better than who The lives of the innocent Are being taken by both sides And today there was a butterfly Who will no longer flies?
What Does God See In Me? When God looks down... what does he see? What kind of person would he find in me? Would he find a life "tossed around and confused?" One that's been "worn out and abused?" Does he look at me as "a pebble in the sand?" Would he reach out to me with his hand? "Yes my child... and I'll do much more." "It was for you that my son died for." "I love you and give undivided affention." "To bring you true happiness and Godly direction." "My love for you is never ending." "My desire is to be with you-- I'm not pretending." "I have come that you may have life more abundant." "Don't think of my awesome power as being redundant." "I'll bring true contentment deep within." "And will always be your very best friend." "Listen to me...listen to my voice." "I have called and loved you...by MY choice." "Allow me to write your name in my journal" "llow me to bring you true joy and life eternal." "I forever promise to bring peace to your soul." "And will be with you wherever you go!" By JIm Pemberton
Oh Yeah! I know I am wrong, Oh yeah! You won't come along. I know I never followed rules, My beauty & mind are only jewels. Oh Yeah! I've been hated for my attitude, I know, my life will be lonely song. I know you love me, I know I love you. But you will not come along. Oh yeah! I know baby I know I am wrong!!
But nevermore my harsh friend, for I hear Kipling poignantly Clearer now, when he beseeched "If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you." I am holding nothing against you. But allow me a wry smile as I imagine you sneering, or with morbid bacchanalian fashion smiling with me, as I proclaim it is a 21st century movie which sundered the lock in this, my bes-Poe-k (bespoke) manacle. NEVERWAS my tormented brother, for once more I could meld dreams with all that it seems. Once more there be castles and stalwart kings. Once more there be beauty and strength in ideals held as faith and truth. Once more there be no such thing as out of sanity, when I can hold Aloft again a head full of flighty things. When I can believe again that All that we see or seem is not a dream within a dream. When this genius of a character proclaimed: "Once again, I live as I dream…"
How have I loved your laws and decrees and your Sun in the dawn of the morning the orders that govern the universe and their rulings the cosmos adorning So finely tuned a precise instrument it's crafting can no journeyman match construction supreme no man has surpassed nor it's equal can he ever attach You have hidden their rules and movements that a man could spend a lifetime to seek but the years we're given have been shorted and our will to regulation is weak Its decrees are woven like fabric on each writ does another rely their sequence framed like a template against its power can no man defy Its display of symmetry exacting it's direction none living can change through its pursuit our knowledge deepens but it's only simile can we arrange Like flocks are the stars conducted as their shepherds your laws do act like the canon of statues their placement their governing by decrees you enact No man can act as its counselor or rearrange its charge and command for all that's demonstrated in nature for all are subject to what law demands By their study we learn how to measure like a child the paths of all law to investigate all time and reasons of its operation we can all stand in awe source Psalm 19 COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
"Dreams,noteworthy and passionate, amount to nothing but meaningless memories" Father invaded and bruised the soul, Grabbed it of all the ambiguity and hope... Still,the power of words remained, Ink etched on white crisp paper, bringing the ever-vicious inspiration to the fore-front in myriad ways. An amateur teen,bruised, yet Hope and sense of belief kept me up!! I dreamt and envisioned, All i wanted and would accomplish, not to avenge but triumph... I wrote succintly and with tears, for those who needed LOVE, Love was the healer and Comforter, Love which i missed and dreaded completely... As i stood in the husky sunlight, Girl with an ecstatic smile says, "Book that was all powerful yet a guiding force and the only one i have" and i stood there in silence completely stirred and emotionally healed.. THERE I WAS-A WRITER......
Defiler of the world of beauty belay the brush of ignorance let not their feeble sigils mar the majesty of mountainside. May poverty's rant pierce a more appropriate heart. Stroke with brush, paint and text upon the face of greed and gluttony. Waylay the money lenders and with the prick of needle portray their crimes in kind upon each homely chest. Graft in word and deed find fees in revolutionary hands rip the clubs of the rich from their calloused grip. Let the light of beauty sooth the poor foul not the face of grace upon the granite hill.
Adolescents gallivant the street in glee they sing and shout enjoying freedom they never accounted for knowing not the pain the ones before suffered so they may gain Ignorant of the blood stained walls they pass as they happily walk Their noise makes the streets come alive in the night It disguises the cry of the meek to howls of joy it silences the death rattle of the woman suffering at the hands of the beast for he still roams the streets its tranquil in ignorance that covers the deceit of the man standing at the alter preaching the one who hears the desires of the afflicted has gone to sleep he sees us not for the fire that was once ablaze is extinguished this treacherous sin is the wax that has covered the ears of the creator darkness roams where light once was for evil prevails when the good cease to do good behind closed doors his monstrous hands daily caress her body everyone hears her cry yet hide behind their fingers and choose not to fight a hero to many is a villain with no mercy only the foreigner objects to this inhuman behavior a heroine walks in to save the day for she is a purposeful trailblazer a breath of fresh air that tangles the cobwebs that lay troubles the stagnant waters that the nostalgic thought to be bliss uncovers the hidden and frees her from captivating and enlightens the world on the wrong of the situation A new generation rises to take their place its a choice well all should make or drown on a trance to a dismal fate its either we stare in ignorance or end the cycle of abuse fight the scourge that has prevailed before YOUTH WHERE ART THOU? THE TIME IS NOW! STAND UP AND FIGHT Ignorance is not a friend!
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
As We Look Through Time… As we look through time, and the kingdoms that failed… There was much war and wickedness that prevailed! That there were many things built through my labor. Mankind can't still get along with his neighbor. Even the mightiest of the warriors have fallen! That day when the winds of death came callin'! There's been much heartaches, and many who've cried… As we have all family and loved ones who've died! In spite of all our efforts… And all we've done. There's nothing new that happens, "under the sun." There's a God in heaven who still reigns supreme. He know all about us. He knows and sees everything! Time was divided with Jesus' death on the cross! Without him… Everything is meaningless and lost! He provides time with hope and an anticipation… And offers freely, his grace and salvation! As we look through time, and all God has given. He still gives us time, for our sins to be forgiven! Won't you take time and accept what he offers to give you! He's waiting! And wants to change and bless you! This same God, who made this world many years ago, Can make you brand new! And completely whole! By Jim Pemberton 11/08/12
Jesus, My Life Is Quite A Mess! Jesus, I come before you! And humbly confess… My life has been a failure, and a mess! No matter how hard I try, or what I do… I'm embarrassed when I call on YOU! You've been there to help, so many times! It just seems like, "I'm running blind!" The past seems to be creeping up again… And causing me grief and pain within! I need you Jesus! Please help me! Please come to where I am, and touch me! I need your love, and your precious spirit! Thanks for being patient! And willing to give it! You are the only one, who can restore me! No matter how many problems lay before me! I come before you! And call on your name… By your blood, my life needs to be changed! Thank you my Lord, for hearing my prayer! Thank you for coming! And just being there! You've given to me hope! My life is renewed! By your love, my life is now brand new! By Jim Pemberton
Dear Jesus… I Love You More Than ANYTHING! Dear Jesus… I love you more than anything! You're so wonderful! You're my everything! Dear Jesus… I bring worship to your name! Your power and majesty,.. I do proclaim! Dear Jesus… I worship you in your majesty! Not knowing you would be a tragedy! Dear Jesus… It is you that I honor and adore! You bring love to my life and so much more! Dear Jesus… How I love you so much! Each day I long for your special touch! Dear Jesus… You're a blessing day and night! And have brought peace and true delight! Dear Jesus… Thanks for redeeming my soul! For cleansing and making me whole! Dear Jesus… You are and forever more shall be… The one l want to be with for all eternity! By Jim Pemberton
When searching you must take care The answer is always out there Even if it's not what you are It's ok it'll only leave a scar The truth hurts when it can't justify Everything you've done and you're forced to ask why Take comfort in the thought That you probably won't be caught God is watching everyone You can't be judged because you've already won Religion is your veil Subject the naïve and you'll never fail What would Jesus do, If he were you? Would he still be a martyr then? Or would he be a footnote amongst the hearts of men? It is our ambitions, That can solve our ambitious contradictions The problems we face Are ours to erase God only measures as high As your will to survive
(Acrostic) N*ever forget this day I*n our hearts forever lives N*ever forget this day E*nemy took many lives E*motions running still deep L*et's remember nine-eleven E*mbraced our brave heroes V*iewed it all on tv screen E*ntired world was in shock N*ever forget nine-eleven Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2009 September 2, 2009
Do You Blame Or Trust God? Do you blame God for the trials you may face? Do you reject God's mercy and grace? Perhaps you are in a most "difficult situation." You can't figure out a "reasonable explanation?" You may feel abandoned, alone and afraid. There may have been times when you prayed. You don't know why this happening to you? You probably try your best in all that you do! But, it still things really haven't worked out. And you often wonder what life is all about? Rather than blaming God… Why not trust him? He's not your enemy! He wants you to know him! He's not the blame for the sorrows of mankind! He's always faithful, most loving and kind! He patiently waits for anyone to call on his name! With him in control… Things won't be the same! He is here! Even if everyone else fails you! If you give him a chance! He wants to help you! Won't you take the time, and invite him in? This is where a new opportunity can begin! His life for yours, is what he gives in exchange! He can help your situation to really change! He can change your life! And turn it around! And can put your life on a solid ground! By Jim Pemberton