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As my spirit look down on the flesh, Will it be angry or happy at death, Will the life that I have lived be an inspiration, Or will the whispers be negative conversations, Will the church be full or will it be empty, Will the tributes be 2,or will it be plenty, Will the few that knew me laugh at me, Or will children and elders cry for me, Killed violently,would someone die for me, Would my over-seas friends,really fly for me, When "Across the Bridge"is sung,and the dust thrown in, Will I be spotless or filled with sin, Will the pastor preach that the Lord I had found, When I am burnt or put under the ground, Will my kids be comforted,I prepared for death, Or will they be angry,I left them in debt, One thing is for sure,death for the living, So live your life to the the fullest,from the beginning....
Where cradled canyons sing Of ebony wood in the forest There lies a gurgling spring Where cockcrows sing their chorus To the melody of singsong birds There I've concealed my sensuous words Filled with befitted signs The saccharine whiff of my designs Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Where the fogs of night are fountains Spills of glistened moon ignite By distant silhouette mountains We dance with passion of fight Entwining ancient stance Mingling hand in hand we dance Till the mountains smile on high Near and far we spring To pursue the realest of dreams While the world cries at its seams Anxious in trouble to cling Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found To where the ridges merry make From the beaks of wooden bright In sparkly pools the ghouls awake That scarce to stir our night We watch for seekers down under Muttering secrets in their soul We bid them lucks of shivers Dipping gently in From reeds that hide a tear of a foal Under the gentle rivers Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found Far away she shall ever churn The taciturn eyed She'll listen no more to turn To the working mills beside Or the scrubbing of the barn May peace weave in her song She shall wave in the yarn To a haven known as Belong Come to me my mortal youth To the wild realm of your truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only your tears be found For she comes, the mortal youth To the wild realm of her truth Where nymphs and gnomes abound For the earth is filled with weeping And only her tears be found
He is above us in the clouds run through the fields and speak of thee He will grow roses I will be the stem of the roses for I shall never leave your soil You will be the tree I grow beneath and he will be our rain.
I come to you on bended knees Knowing you will hear my pleas By your side is where I long to be Oh, God,be mercilful to me Your love I know will forever last As you free me from my past In your debt I'll always be Oh, God, be merciful to me Lord, I look up with pleading eyes Toward Heaven, beyond the skies Your face soon I hope to see Oh, God, be merciful to me Now my death, I know is nigh Take me Lord, with you on high There, with loved ones I will be God has been merciful to me
I realize limitation Is an illusion. My destiny is without Boundary. Looking, Beyond death. Beyond the periphery Eternal Incarceration Cosmic chaos is cooking... Infinite combinations In infinite situations Attuned yet unaware, A universe of oppositions Frequency and energy Space, matter A spiraling dichotomy. an ascending epiphany. 11-27-14 PLEASE COMMENT!! CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought. Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
Before my soul reach's the sky. On earth, i would climb beyond to the peak of success. Reaching beyond the reach of my physical stretch. Before my soul reaches the sky,victory will win the look of my face and place in my hand the torch of accomplishment.The streets i walked on will memorize my foot steps in gold. Warm memories, left in the time of cold. Before my soul reaches the sky,my desires and dreams fulfilled will unleash from a ruby chess,beams of contentment. Tokens of joy left behind to be spent in memories. In the golden places of their heart they will remember me. Before my soul reaches the sky,i will solve the mysteries of life,but after all one mystery unsolved. That i will solve when my soul reaches the sky.
He was always so happy strong and bold. He'd give you the shirt off of his back. Tough. Independent. He had a rough life growing up through the depression, but like he always does, he got through it. He has two boys, of whom he is so proud. Moved from Regina, to Victoria. He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted. But ever since his wife died, he has not been the same. Sad Lonely Empty. But like he has always done, he got through it. Mind slipping, just a little forgetful. That's how it always starts out... But like always, he powered through it, until now... He is not the same person that I used to know. He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind. Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes. He likes to play the blame game, but we know he doesn't remember that it was him. He wakes up in the night shaking with pain, tears streaming down his face. There is nothing we can do, Oh well... Two more tylenol. Hold on to hope for as long as you can, It's only a matter of time now. He gets vocal, a very loud tone. He'll block you in your room and make false accusations But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him. Tick tock, tick tock... You can't handle the stress anymore you have to leave. Just hope for the best, maybe it will get better. Surprise, it doesn't. Your denial is foolish, everyone knows what happens next. Sedation Medication Anger Hurt All results of dementia
The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… Enough. No more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.
As I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to take if I shall die before I wake please watch me God all through the night and wake me and my loved ones at morning light please help me become successful with the endeavors I seek please send me a soul mate in which I can keep everlasting love passionate heat please grant me the serenity to know right from wrong and be able to lead by example strive to overcome any downfall please keep my spirit strong through the issues that toil in my soul I aspire for diamonds in life lord and all around me I see coal I aspire to turn things around for I feel my wishes have fallen upon deaf ground my heart has no voice they struggle to hear my sound I pray to be taken away from my daily battles, that humble although compared to others in the world its not much trouble to me, I feel my spirit is caged and yearns to be free King of all Kings in your image, you made me you already know each single step my individual thought you divinely bound me in mothers womb my existence you sought bless me with the chance to be the person in which you hoped for me to soar like an eagle dipping my talons of success in life's sea grant me an optimistic attitude for that is the key Amen to Thee
Mountains crumble no more to be Oceans of woe since you left me Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes Everlasting grief with no mend Reminds me daily, it will not bend Inconceivable, this pain I bear My love's not gone, together we'll share In lasting glory at Jesus' feet Serenity and grace, oh how sweet Salvation unites on heaven's shore Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more Only a moment in time we wait Until we meet at heaven's gate
My favorite of songs is The Old Rugged Cross. The most tragic of days was the worlds' greatest loss. For sinners that day were all given their chance. His Father in heaven could not even bear to look not even one glance. Forgive them He prayed as His life's blood ran down to the ground. Can you picture Him there wearing that thorny old crown? On that hill so far away, sad but precious memories were made. Born of a virgin mother in the tomb He was laid. Death could not hold Him, death would not last. Three days in that tomb, so long ago, death too it would pass. He arose and was seen by many it was said. Our Savior arose from the grave and no longer was dead. As He gave His final words to His apostles and friends. He ascended to the clouds but they knew they would see Him again. He made us a promise He would rule once again. I feel that day is coming we're reaching the end. The prophecies that abound. With each new day they seem to be coming unwound. Are you ready my friend for the Millennium Reign? Are have you sunk to wearing the mark worn by Cain? Sacrifices my friend we all have to do. Just look at Jesus and the sacrifice He made, was made just for you . So on that hill so far away I kneel at the thought. With His precious blood my cleansing was bought. And what have we learned, or did He die just for nought? I look to Jesus and His love I have sought. He must come first in all that we do. And when the day comes you'll see I speak true.
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..
like the raven who taps taps upon your chamber door do not fret my Virginia for it's my shadow moving across the floor this is what I'm telling you my darlin and nothing more beneath lattice I still call your name come to me virginia come hear the tap tap upon your chamber door for only you my love I surrender and never more wind howls in blanket snows here I stand so all alone broken hearted and misconstrued my Virginia who lies under stars and moon just a tap tap upon your chambers door tis I and nothing more tales of hidas truth blackbird sings harps cords just like the tap tap upon your chambers door my sweet Virgina whom I adore for there'll be love waiting and nothing more as I lay right next to you in this tomb I counted only seven who have even knew the times of this raven who tapped tapped upon your chambers door twas only I and will be never more Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe And His Young Bride Virginia Also To His Poem The Raven
Staring, vapor locked, at my Hammond B-3 console organ, which dominates my kitchen. Surely a symbol of my madness. I can't help, but think, if the keys were the days of my life, and the black ones represented the bad days, are there enough black keys?? Fighting petulance, self-pity...losing... Wondering if I can stand another minute alone. Atop my organ, music books, and the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe, another mad poet. Plagued by physical agonies that merely complete a perfect circle of anguish and distress. Even to worrying of misspelling a word again. Pure lunacy. Remembrance of my 1863 death at Missionary Ridge, something I became aware of as a young child before I'd ever heard of reincarnation. Or just an early sign of the madness to come?? I am lost in a befouling miasma of deep despair. My life's hopes down to 2 desires; one last music band, and taking my son to Disneyworld. Money is meaningless to me. I am well aware that death is as natural as life. And I would venture to guess that the loss of my father, my young cousin Billy, my dear friend Mark Trotiner, and too many others, are "Business As Usual" in this universe. But not for me. Being terminally ill myself is something I have long since come to terms with. And what a reunion it will be!! But I must continue to go on surviving as though I cherish this long and barren life. My writing, especially my poetry, my poet friends, my music, my musician friends, and a few relatives and others; these are the meds that work for me; not the 30 or so pills I must deal with everyday. So thank you all. And now an addendum, one which brightened my day: Mark Trotiner long maintained that he gave Mark Knoffler (Dire Straights) the idea for his hit song "Money For Nothing", when Mark Knoffler came into the appliance chain store he worked in way back then, where he bought, and drove off with several T.V.s, singing the prototype words he'd gotten from Mark Trotiner. Over the years, I tested him repeatedly, looking for the tale-tell deviation in the story one finds in a false tale. He never faltered, he never failed. Continued.....
just reach your hand out to the sky pull your loved ones back to your side lets get to say one more goodbye for we never wanted them to go away and die as now the days and nights lay in such sweet disguise so let us once again our lord stare into their illumating eyes as we reach out for them in your broad horizon sky and get to hold and kiss them even if their not by our sides for if this is however feels when we die then I'd like to be that angel in that sky so I can just reach out right back and wipe their tears too from their eyes Tribute To Our Loved Ones On The Other Side May You All RIP
What do we do when we know our life is nearly through? Do we get mad and throw a fit, what good would that do? Or do we push everyone away with nothing more to say/ Or do we turn to God and thank Him for giving us this final day? We all know from that first day how life as we know it must someday end. What if this were not all there is, would you then be willing to listen my friend? What if we knew there were certain other places we must attend? The Bible speaks of heaven and also of a place called hell for those who choose to sin. The good part in the bible tells how even the sinners can be forgiven. It tells us by repenting and claiming Jesus as our Savior we still can enter in. Is death our final captor, well I sure pray it's not for me. There is but one way to know and not many are in a hurry to see. I just pray death is not a four letter word for that's not where I wish to be. No I choose to walk in the light of my Savior for all eternity. Not many know what day is their chosen day. And that is why we must turn to Jesus and follow in His ways. So don't let death be a four letter word and make you afraid. That you repent all your sins and turn your life to Jesus is what I just prayed. Death awaits us all behind every corner or maybe behind the next door. I just pray that we are all ready and someday we meet on Heavens Shore. The Lord Keep Us Till Then.
The face of an angel is all thats here, One beautiful freckle equals one terrified tear. Not ready to leave, but has to go, Wants to go back, but god says no. Leaving your life is a scary thought, I guess its something that cant be faught. A mother, a father, a sister, and friends, A meaningful life that suddenly ends. An angel is what she was meant to be, Now just think of all she can see. Looking over her family night and day, Saying "I LOVE YOU",in her own special way. In the night we sleep, In the day we cry, As she watches us all, From her star, In the sky.
from his abc's to that freaky billy jean came a pop star for all to love and see from the apollo's stage wondered if you were ready for screaming rage for you never had a childhood of bliss only done what was on joseph's list a studded white glove and white socks just because a star on the hollywood walk of fame for you sang and danced showing no shame scandals of twisted truth did not detour you from your missing youth neverland was your own safari escape who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith michael may god cradle you in his arms and basked in your king of pops worldly charm will forever miss that porcelain smile and always think of you on my radio dial for now your at your heavens trial may god forgive this lost and lonely child In Loving Memory Of Michael Joseph Jackson Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009 RIP
Today, I had a chance to ask his widow, Laurie, about this story. She confirmed that it did happen, and he came home from work that day excited, and told her and their 3 daughters about the event. And sure enough, shortly thereafter, the song became a hit on the radio, and M.T.V., in those ancient days when they actually played music. This news brightened my day considerably, and I'm happy to share it with you; so when you next hear that song, remember my good buddy, Mark Trotiner, the uncredited genius behind it. tom bell
You can call my name but you wont hear me answer At least no in this physical world You know, my love, that I never wanted to be Separated from you What I would do to take everything back What I would do to stop you from crying You need to go on with your life And just leave me as just a memory Though I may be dead now, I still live I am still alive within you And know one thing now I love you and will always as I eternally sleep Hold my hand, isn't it cold? Well know that on the inside it is warm To see you happy is a dream that I still hold onto From this day forward What I would do to hear your voice again What I would do to express my love for you But since I love you so much I want you to be happy and move on Though I may be dead now, I still live I'll be alive in spirit, honey But I haven't left without Leaving you a gift as well as my will What I would do to see you again What I would do to say, "I love you" again But you needn't focus on me For I'm still with you, just now a part of you Though I may be dead now, I still live You shall see a part of me again soon Just 9 months from now You will see some on me with a part of you A new creation because of my love for you…
W/hat if sickness and death were no more? What if racism was something to abhor? What if crime, war, and poverty ceased? What if life took on a brand new lease? Could you live in a world thus described? Where children won't have to run and hide, From people wishing to do them harm, And growing faint out of fear and alarm. What if every man was treated the same? Not looked down upon and called ugly names? What if everyone was considered a brother, Instead of hating and hurting each other? How about the war going on today? Couldn't we have thought of some other way? Without sacrificing so many lives, Is it worth it that so many died? Wouldn't you love to never say "I'm sick," Disease's gone, every one take your pick! What if death walked right out the door, Never showing his ugly face here anymore! To live in a world such as this, Where bad and evil don't exist, Enjoying so much happiness and peace, Where all the former things have totally ceased, What if?
Its so hard to say good-bye but I still cry, Now that I realize that you gone out of my life, girl I just can't stop writing poems about you, I love so much, girl I'm about to go insane all my days still look like rain, girl I go through so much pain, I don't know if I could remember my name, it feels like I'm about to loose my mind, I know your legs are tired, because you run through my all the time, girl, over and over I think about you, now I hope you see how much I'm still in love with you.
Such anniversaries I dread... Such memories, of remembering the dead The lifes' path Births ,deaths and more knocking on my door I must open the door, these things must come I cannot avoid, part of things I have done Things I saw This path... Filled with boulders Walk round Walk over Take a crying shoulder A path can never end... Until I arrive at deaths' door A journey strewn... with births,deaths and more People and things to mend People I will see soon So many times I lost my way Yet, the path always found Family and friends , rally round I walk another day The people I know who have gone on before Were here today, on the path They showed me the way They too,were on the path Births,deaths and more They took part This is true. on my path They were meant too Letting me see, the things I saw One day.... Soon... I will be on a path, helping others who have not gone on before I will show the way, through an open door Lighting the way too
Don't carry the dead back home Leave them better left alone Time will come to face those fears Now your debts are in arrears Grab the living by the hand Tell them you still have a plan Even beggarly and small somehow rise above it all Be the salt and not the dross Claim the win and not the loss Someone needs you to be strong Fake it, make it right or wrong "Till you really reach the place where you learn to turn your face to the only one who knows how your inner garden grows.
How many lives do we have to mourn? How many families are torn? So many soldiers sacrificed and sworn Disasters and war claim many in form Love,Honor,Respect for those who fought for the right cause For every test a lesson is taught Can we pause Think it through or do we have have to end with few Story of life we live to die but why and so much pain we don't even cry Tragedy and Turmoil.
When dulled down shock painfully became a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes, the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells repeatedly, over and over. Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame, the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised broken hearts bursting in agonised swells searching for life confirmation. Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight, beating humanity for hours like a drum, cramping the breath with holocaust claws, gleefully gloating, gloating. Yet humanity does not die in the night, by the warped wicked ways of fanatical scum, humanity fades not, nor crawls on all fours the prey of abomination. Could Hitler pulverise humanity dead, could Stalin annihilate it's very soul, could Hussein defile it's essence to dust, could they, hell. It arises from rubble and ashes instead, steel resurrection, reassembled whole, in the love and pride of people it must elicit restoration. Beneath the veil of despair-crippled night a broken city seethed neon 'till morning, mortal wounds blazed and shone in rebirth, defiantly living, living. And hope prevailed in each bulb burning bright, in each filament, tube, each spark a new dawning of all that Heaven allows on Earth, a prayer-shot inspiration. The carnage of angels bedazzled with pain, yet the courage and conscience of saints empowered a neon-lit love of brother for brother, a blinding, blinding sight. From sorrow and sacrilege raining again humanity's wonder, upon them was showered the love of the brave and the just for each other that they become the light.
A Prayer for my Wife Now I'll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin' a tear Last night when it got late and really quiet around here I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray And in the darkness between me and God, here's what I had to say I love her so much Lord and I just don't know what I'd do I'm afraid that she won't make it, that's why I'm coming to you Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees I'm begging' you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas I don't know what your plans are or what you have in store And I know I don't deserve her and that she deserves much more And don't misunderstand Lord, I don't assume any obligation For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life And I swear I'll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife And if it's not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead Cause' I can't live without my love, I'd be better off dead And no excuses for my past Lord, but I'll do better than I've done I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son. I wiped my tears as I said my amen's and prepared myself to stand Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in Reliving each and every moment, over and over again And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin' I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God's living grace And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
Here lies the best Grandfather, One who was very considerate. Remembering him as a child, I would sit on his lap. He was a rare person indeed. He was a colonel in the Army. Also superlative of a gentelman. Here lies the best grandfather, May he rest in peace.
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
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover's flower, Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers. While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold, Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves? For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years. He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters. From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays Caring always for His own until that great appointed day… When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own. He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home. As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed. He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb. There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone. But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.
Fire Instance of combustion Fuel Ignited Oxygen Light, Heat, Flame A burning mass As on a hearth Destructive conflagration Heat Greek fire ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
Beautiful ones are dying/ Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/ Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity / Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/ Born raged their actions are so real/ Kill or be killed quest between scenes/ Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/ Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/ A wakeup call before the final cut/ A turning point of a lifetime plot/ It's a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/ Death too expensive/ No rehearsals nor sequels/ Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/ Raining scenes on corruption's free way and streets/ The cancer eating stunning extras/ Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/ Beautiful ones are dying/
Watch those buckaroos lose their insides when saddled to a wild one untied it's fer a sight when they ride . Yiddy –up was the wail when a bull of a devil left his trail some kinda fight on the road to hell. No wonder I headed for Whiskey Row with some forty drinks down below sure is thunder in your hole will rock your soul as you face the mighty cold. Strums my guitar and softly singing as the cowboys are around the camp fire ringing as the fire is blazinin another day is hazing. Got the notion for prayin as another cowboy was payin and he was sayin Lord ya know the deeds I've done and in the shadows I have hung I just wanted to be thankful for meeting me on this fateful day and in thy range I will forever stay. Vanita Allgood
These were my confessions (A message to God) The light begins to fade (It's time to go) Back into the shadows (That hard black fog) Where darkness has its way (God rest your soul) Nothing left to tell you (It's all been said) No more songs to write (This silent Fall) Nothing left to offer (The well's been bled) From a shadow's waning life (Who lost it all) Take my words and hold them (Don't be afraid) Place them near your heart (And heal your pain) Shadow words will kiss you (And heal your pain) When your world turns dark (Don't' be afraid) And I kiss you Kiss you I kiss you in the dark……..
Land of the free Home of the slaves The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate Amongst the soil where they were slain I'm hearing their struggle I'm feeling their pain I can't imagine being forced to part from my family All for massa's gain So I pay homage to those who promoted change People like every slave who tried to escape Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman And the safe houses who were in accord And peg leg Joe with his song Follow the drinking gourd. People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard And who was dismissed and defamed The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names The list could go on The full will never be told So I pay homage to others who were bold Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Charles Drew George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks Who's death by the way Symbolized the American lie You cant declare the rights of all men While the people of African decent rights get denied But still we rise Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen None who were showed any love Yeah it's an uphill battle, But obviously greatness can be done. We can rise above this stigma That blacks are lazy and daunting That our worth is null and void And in essence minus nothing And of all the names mentioned And the greatness of their successes No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind And once you have experienced just a taste of it It changes your perception of time The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom It's mine
Lift the wailing wood Hammer the tortured nails Place the ghostly steps Below the battered rails Invite those crazy strangers Dressed in stranger clothes Join the mighty miracle Ready to unfold Building a stairway In the desert Aimed toward the pure and honest sky Building a stairway In the desert Going to rise for miles And miles Leave this evil town Where scorpions share your bed Guilty snakes make a home Deep inside your head The bleeding sun Burns your feet Hangmen joke Beggars weep Buried bodies Cry for help Undertakers Steal your wealth Building a stairway In the desert Aimed toward the pure and honest sky Building a stairway In the desert Going to rise for miles And miles We're laughing and We're dancing In the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Can't you see? We're dancing in the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Feel so free Dancing in the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Free….so free In the desert Dancing in the desert Of our lives Lift the wailing wood Hammer the tortured nails
Ones who wage, Ones who rage, Ones who take, Ones who pay, Ones who craze, Ones who rave, Ones who crave… Ones who fear, Ones who breathe, Ones who give, Ones who need, Ones who will, Ones who weave… Ones who plead, Ones who beg, Ones who beseech, Ones who entreat, Ones who appeal, Ones who volunteer, Ones who disappear… The ones who follow, The ones that don't know about tomorrow, The ones who don't deserve the morrow… The ones who sleep, The ones who cry, The ones who live, The ones who die… The ones who proclaim, Those who say they create, The ones who ache, The ones who don't wait, The ones who hesitate, The ones who don't concentrate, The ones who fornicate, The ones who procrastinate… Those who fall in temptation, Those who get in frustration, Those who sometimes feel desperation, Those who keep going without caution, Those in motion, Those in tension, Those losing notion, Those being poisoned, Those getting in distortion, Those following the broken diction, Those dying like the billions, Those without unction, Those washed in the oceans… I might seem cold, But it is you who is bold. I might not express, But it is you who doesn't let me progress. I might not seem like I seek, But it is you who doesn't know me… I might seem like I need, But it is you who might always be begging on your knees. I might seem dull, But it is the one that is fool. I might not be alight, But it is you who isn't truly alive… I will remain neutral, I will remain silver, I will remain gray, I feel darkness, I feel light, I will remain hallowed…, After all, it is you who deserves no life… I am a metal hawk, I am a mountain goat, I am a silver bird, I am a gray wolf, I am a white tiger, I am a mystic rose…, I am I… I'm alive, And I survive, You are here, However, it is you who deserves no life… Being human does not imply that you have humanity…
I've just had an experience unlike any other. It was so great, cause now I'm with the Father. I've just had an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who came with me in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord! I've been through hell all thro'out my life. And I've had all kinds o' different strife. And I've been hard-press'd. And I've been depressed. And just when I thought I got the hang o' things, They change, and they rearrange. I've done all sorts o' things. Stupid things. Crazy things. But now times have changed. And everything has rearranged. And all that I e'er knew, Has come back to bite you. I've just had an experience unlike any other. It was so great, cause now I'm with the Father. I've just had an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who came with me in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord! So listen closely as I tell what's happened to the world. The world's spun it's last spin and has finally hurled. The Hea'nly Host has brought us up. All us Christians, that is, pup. Anyone listening to this, is more 'an likely in any state but bliss. If this is bein' heard, Then e'eryone is real disturbed. You may've just witnessed all of us disappearing, But there'll still be another hearing. Like it's been for all of life, 'cept for this one instance that is, You may come to meet the Lord after you perish. You'll have an experience unlike any other. It'll be so great, cause you'll be with the Father. You'll have an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who'll come with you in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord! I shall end this now for I'm ent'rin the Pearly Gates o' Heav'n. It's more beautiful than can be describ'd by any Reveren'. If somehow this reaches you people on Earth, Remember this one thing from the hearth. There'll always be hope, so stay strong! Don't worry, this torture won't last long. You'll have an experience unlike any other. It'll be so great, cause you'll be with the Father. You'll have an experience unlike any'll know. 'Cept for those who'll come with you in the flow. Of Light! That is. The never-endin' Light of the Lord. The never-endin' Light of the Lord!
I might sparkle in the night but I'm not the only star you might not see them in the sky it depends on where you are Am I the only light in your eyes that makes you smile when you cry if your favorite's what you say don't you blink it might fade away Only when we give everything we're truly ready for better things we invite ourselves off to drift the steam rises and our spirits lift Follow me, into sun sets be brave and strong with no regrets and when the sea takes the light we'll find a new day after the night there's still a new day after the night
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand A gentle call that urges my soul forth The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk Between the stones and ash of all that once was I stand in the echoing silence of the rain It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body I feel at once as if I am home Standing amid two dimensions Caught between two skies - here and there The night wraping around me in warmth The gentle wind lifting me off my feet Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body and I am left just a soul, an essence The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof Beckoning me into its depth I stand among the reeds in the basin They dance and sway as if welcoming me And I sway with them back Caught up in the power that charges the air That threatens to sweep me away If the ground will just loosen its hold The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl And I get pleasently lost within it I am so small compared to its vastness I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars A sigh drifts from my lips There is no need of thought to stay afloat There is no demand to breathe in air No crushing weight upon my chest As my lungs struggle to survive There are no struggles here I make my bed on blackened clouds And give in to the call The storm has claimed me as its own It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground When the storm would call me home
Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern Found on ground ripened apple's bitter juice Digging in gluttony without discern Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce Climb from trunk to branches long journey true Building without rest to sleep in cocoon While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon
The warm light calls me And all the people who cries for thee I raise my hand in this abyss Only to make one wish To float among the others With all my sisters and brothers I call out for forgiveness with passion I take their pain into myself for this occasion The moment that I see the sky I will not look back and cry My body is laying still People standing by it with a chill The air gets dense with sadness I would not think of it less Some people look up and down To see the light hit the ground Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see One soul that has been and always be It is special to notice such aberration And that might be how souls are awaken
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
In the void, sipping the zoid, with mental properties of tripping on the spiral. Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning. With upside down tunnel vision leaking through. Solidifying all matter that matters, melting into the walls of your brain. It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes, satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern. Bleeding purple from the rainbow, and turning into swirls of diamonds. Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild. Where the shadows stop the spirited scream. Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity, bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear, situated in your flesh from birth to death. It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye, dancing with your spirit and licking your soul. Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria. Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds. Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise. Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms, mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures. These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise. Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste. Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter. Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are... Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, too long have we rendered your pain. The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. I'll never surrender as demons always circle. Today, begins a new day of our fight. And I have a good feeling about this day. Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. Always ready for we accept our fear. We accept our hate and everything in between. Accept it all for what it really is. No amount of doubts will over throw us. Onward, to peace.
I never knew the feeling hip hop gave her, she was on the brink of death but it saved her. 80's baby this hip hop raised her the art of expressing the mind that's what made her. She wore a hat to the back baggy jeans black back pack eyes like Isis soul priceless. She inspired me and so I write this it might just rise up her lifeless soul I'm just, head over heels for this priceless diamond, whenever she was down hip hop brought her mind up. In an open mic club you might find her, freestyles and spoken word poetry drives her. She kept her hand in the air she was live plus shy no man dedicated to the flow I, knew she was gifted she lifted my pride when she said her rhyme, it's what hip hop gave her. I never knew the feeling hip hop gave her. She's the type to cypher with 3 guys, driven by the Queen Lah past molds a mean eye. Father kept her down but her mother told her dream high so she rocks a-di-da shell toes to be fly. She's the one to get you up on Eric B. and Rah, the only thing she knew was be an emcee or die. On the phone tone speaking frequently till I fell asleep in the morning I'm like, "lil G I tried" She replies with a gleam in her eyes, like I see you as the king in my life. I'm like I'm like..... girl you like a sister to me, a best friend I can kiss on the cheek. Right then I think her heart took time out to rewind my words then she cried her eyes out. I never knew that hip hop gave her me the same day I heard a dj break beats. Since day 1 we grew on each other became a team, last year cancer overcame and changed her. Now she lives where the angels hang at, she misses me when she cries, she gives me Rain back. Since then I haven't been the same cat, now I know where hip hop's made at. Now I know what hip hop gave her, it gave her me, it gave her me.
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance It was some of the angry mobs and resistance Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom Like all other kingdoms it fell in random Fire started in the castle And along with it came a battle It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew Many things in this child that made memories stew My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die She ran into the bushes in such a fright And evil doers were running around with flashlights Mastrey remember it as he distracted them Her eyes was so confused with problems Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred His feelings of what those people did was not awkward The distraction worked, he went back to were she was Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because? Her answer that night depended on her lively hood As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
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< enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom fourty years later someone else now cares for them fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon waiting watching for sun to come up again soon to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father somebody still cared though sick and times unable and answers it's door for which one has come bothered to let bask in roses empowering fable and not to be called as it's one's roses robber French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.
The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
The night air made her feel tired As she looked out side all the fences were wired In the distance she hears crowds yelling As she was to young to know they were rebelling Father she asked where are we going? Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking Mother yelled in the night air Father gave out a blank stare They yelled run my princess run as far as you can As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost She knew it will take burden on her at a cost But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt My Story Telling Together In A Strange World
Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention... To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall. In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole. Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! Infusion connection the union eternal, Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole, is truly encountered from deep within query The meaning the truth the love of it all... Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing, The clear light of being shows beauty once more. Accept what is given agree to the treaty. Fight not with your fears, and answer your call. Find substance in living, step over delusions. Regardless of meaning, life's radiance will soar. So use this awareness these words and this practice, Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall.. When sad and when empty in need of intention, No doubts I plead! No need to explore! Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings, Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one! In oneness we're whole!
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
My ancestors walking in the night using oil lights and moonlight for guides while being instructed to Wade in the Water to camouflage their scents like disguise The Sweet Chariot awaited so they could ride away Harriet was a soldier and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang Steal Away They would follow the drinking gourd so all were in accord to go north The Gospel Train was coming and at the end of the journey was a fine reward Freedom was coming and it was a long time coming and they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing and I still hear their tired footsteps running Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray Stolen from my arms a random September day and eliminated our chances to run away together No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness giving me the hope of finally being free Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith on bended knee There must be a place for me among the light of this darkness Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers no thought on their conscience Thank goodness for the safe houses that supported our traveled distances and for the conductors who bore witnesses and may God have mercy on the souls who were against this and on those who chose to forget this sh@! I still hear crying in quilts of safety because I know that the burden was heavy to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men catching run-away slaves for money Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this loved induced journey and they made it So all that bull about how your life is hard just stuff it in an envelope and save it
The innocent souls. The little angels flown away. The dedicated. Perished. Agonising. Touching. Demanding answers. A town held in the grip of unfathomable mourning. A world shell-shocked. What next? Some serious soul-searching .A real newness . Country. Community. Newtown, there has to be new paradigm shift. There has to be a new beginning . A dawn of non-violence. An end to a cycle of mass shooting tragedies. A new chapter. A secure future. The sights, the sounds, the terror, the grief. Should people live in fear? Feel helpless , weightless and exposed? No. Innocent deaths of 28 people that touched the hearts of many across the world because we are all the citizens of this world. We therefore demand a world that is safe, habitable , just and peaceful. A world in which the sanctity of life is of paramount importance. Let us contain the emotions and find lasting solutions . Let us find solace in that it is possible to arrest the situation. A newness of love, security and peace must be collectively and individually ushered in. Though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death you WILL not fear no evil. Death you have been defeated. To the parents, teachers, schoolchildren, the community, and the country, the world mourns with you. It shares your grief. Be strong. Be comforted. Our hearts are with you. We offer our prayers.
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
It seems that only yesterday we were planning your future and promises to be fulfilled in years to come...we started with a baby shower and gifts from everyone. We dreamed of a first birthday, a dream of your first graduation and first dance. A mother and fathers hopes of things yet to come. Now, here we are standing before God, asking him why has he taking our future of a child we had yet gotten to know, yet whom we had already loved. He, answered us with a fathers words of love..."They whom you have loved, yet have never known is never gone, a promise you long to fulfill is always yours to have...as long as you trust in me and know that I have never placed more upon you than your hearts can stand, know that I'm a God of purpose and planning...and all that which I promised will be delivered unto you if you just trust and believe in your hearts and know that my love for you, was formed before you were even placed in the womb. Nothing leaves or enters this world without my permission, sometimes with great anguish, but nothing leaves or enters without a purpose." Keep planning for the future with an unbending love!
Light the way for the thundering seas and quivering winds will not stop us nay only to make the stronger even more so so take your place at the front as you lead the few brave amongst us. Dead be it not, nor sin be it death for I know not to forget Teach the more of tomorrow lost at sea Take them aboard the ship of the land of few Oh Captain my Captain so much so few to stay true Oh Captain my Captain Lead on So these virgins that make much of time. They gather thine rosebuds Even whilst they may Teach on my Captain. So these few believers, still dare be bold and be true These few poets, sucking the marrows of life, still seize the day So thank you my Captain So few of us make it to live, just to die, knowing they never lived.
Fear is what they clothe them in. Fear of losing their life because of one mistake. Fear of losing their life because an officer is having a bad day. Some say it's not racism; "It's police brutality." Whatever you call it, I can't help but ask "where is humanity?" Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons. Teaching them to fight back with silence but that is no weapon compared to a gun. Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice over their lives. Societies getting tired of it all- starting riots and constructing strikes. How many more time will history repeat itself? Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups as help? All lives matter despite of their race. All lives matter despite their mistakes. In times such as these justice will demand to be served. No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured. Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure. Because all lives matter and we need to protect them; no matter the measure.
Anger consumed within me, Rage passed continually by. A mixture of blue and red, Blinding the dim light inside me. Once the light was like a flaming torch, Such a torch that can be compared to the sun. But even the sun rests, the flames can be vanquished Only the night was witnessed until the morning dawned. I was created to love you. This was the only purpose, But I chose to reject you. How foolish of me to compose. Given many chances to accept, Welcome the love higher than my mother, I was in an asylum locked by my choice. "No more!" I uttered. A glowing door suddenly appeared, "Who could it be?" I questioned. It opened; a figure so bright glanced at the corner, "My child, fear not," the figure mentioned. I took his offering hand. Richness of everlasting springs of water, The right hand of infinite life. We departed blissfully as He catered "Do not sow any longer, for you are here with your Father," I began to weep as a baby weeps for his mother. "My child, for you were once lost but now have been found." A final tear inching below, the Devil will no longer bother.
Ah, the september weather is here, the trees turn firery red and orange, and the leaves gently fall to the surface. Fall is here, and the grass turns from green to yellow, the souls of many change their ways. From going on beaches in sun to walking on wet streets, with jackets on. September weather is here, too most it is depressing to see, such change in the world. But I love it. The girlfriends and boyfriends go away, and that makes me happy. Then I go apple picking. I pick red apples, from low, hanging apple trees. and I eat one, while walking down the trail. Fall is here, the time of death, the last of sunshine. I don't argue, I love fall, it is so cosy and it gives me hope. Hope that a day will come again, when the sun pops its head out and the warmth returns. September weather is the best, when summer is gone, but not quite, and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane. I love fall, it gives me hope, that with death comes life.
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought? So much on our known life, about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry, in our very own hidden truth lies, amongst our own poeple who we defy, until we fight, for wrongs for personal rights, **** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light, I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks, Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop, I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot, I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not, Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got, I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought, I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought, I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot, Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots, Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop, I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot, I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot, I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....
An Era Gone. An era gone, what's it about? This life as folk move in and out And Mum and dad now they're gone too To be recharged then start anew A funny dance this life it be Dancing on eternally. Yes life it be a complex tale wrote on the screen of here and now Brief images just dancing by Their aim, to make one wonder why For man can never be like beast Who happy be, yet know the least. So deep within my core I feel A stream that flows and always will There's spring, then summer, Autumn too And then the winter. Start anew So round and round and round it goes Forever on the river flows. So me, I see old mum and dad Reunited, happy, glad. within a garden filled with splendor Together oh so loving, tender As they wait once more to come on down As the circle keeps on turning round. 2000 Socrares.
Drunk in the lost city, lost in the vase beauty of the angels drunk, smoking on park benches. Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps, looking at me; a one of a kind. No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A., beacause I am a one of a kind, a gentleman, a drunken buffoon. I hurl myself at the bars, and the whores look at me and smile, and I wave them over, and they come. 40 bucks for a night a good fun, a night of exotic pleasure, in the heart of the sleeping angels. Drunk walking, two in the morning, police stop me, sleeping on a park bench. Warm always warm, never cold, the city that is lost. A city known as the city of angels, yet how many devils I have counted. How much evil I have seen, how much temptation rules in the gutters. Walking drunk on madness, in this dirty city, as I look for a bar before last call. I find one, I go in, order a beer. I drink with pleasure I start to write, I light a cigarette and smoke. A grey cloud forms around me, "Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts. I raise my hand, he comes over. "What will yah have?" he asks, "Another beer and my check." On the house, free drinks, on the house. After a night in the city of angels, I find myself a cosy park bench, and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.
There's a void, now Where once a steadfast heart beat time The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy To scale that mighty pinnacle The Rock, within the bosom of the family There's a void, now But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past A fault free seam constructing firm foundations Binding those within the bosom of the family There's a void, now A hollow cavern echoing the anger and the pain Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements The source of unremitting pain Within the bosom of the family There's a void, now So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories Harvesting the richness of their meaning The fullness of the seed sown long ago To bloom forever within the bosom of the family
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.
Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns
A night full of nightmares and suicidal tendencies, feeling pain rush, like tidal waves crushing me and blood boiling anger wishes and takes the best of me; but can I heal my own heartbreak? Will I ever find love again? See the angel of death come to me, smiles and says come with me. Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes, so I can show evil the light. Feelings eternal and fragile, she walks some lonesome highway travelled by the ones who fall in love. She a grand fool, who takes life for granted, wake her with the morning light and shine down rays of goodness and pride and show her the path that leads back to me. Wake me when the morning comes, place her upon my doorstep and a smile upon her loving face, I'm not ready to move on just yet. I don't want anymore nightmares and nightly visits from the black angels. I don't want to see blue eyed Death, with his grinning skull and black robe. I want to see the sunshine break through my window and I want to hear the birds sing love songs, and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet melody. I want to awake to her sweet and glorious beauty. Wake me, when the morning comes, when I can open my eyes to anew and see life in a new day, and live life in a new way. -10/5/2013-
Flames roared through the nights sky. A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. The heat warmed the mortals below. They believed that this was a great night. The sky emulated a beautiful red color. The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. They believed that they were all safe. They were not nearly as safe. They were witnessing Armageddon. The war between good and evil. For no one is safe until judgment day. That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. The birds will sing a tune. The flowers will bloom. That will be the day. The day when we will all be ok.
A final release from an excruciating pain, so deep... One last hiccup and a muffled cry Out of an anguished body, soul taking the leap Floating up and above in the dark blue sky Through the caress of fluffed clouds, high and high. I am feeling a sense of soothing calm No burdens anymore on me, a carefree flight! After life, Death sure is a healing balm, This enchanting place, the gate, a majestic sight, Everything around, illuminated by a divine light. I hear some melodious music of a sweetest symphony Flapping its wings, passes by a fluttering raven The elements of Universe here, seem in a perfect harmony. Welcoming me inside, smiling, glowing angels, seven. Is this truly what we call God's Heaven? But moistening my eyes, Trickles down a lone tear My darling children must be sad and lonely, they need me, I too, wish to cuddle them and hold them near... Ageing parents, their only child, my face they'd wish to see I am my family's pillar, just can't let them be. I politely decline the privileged entry into Paradise I'd rather bear earthly struggles forever But for their happiness, heavenly retreat, I would've accepted otherwise My heaven is my home, desert my beloveds, I could never Pulling out the last ounce of will-power, to life, I would recover!
Crystal wind chimes to hang outside To bring cheer when her brother died She'd hear the tinkling with each breeze Melodic tones put her at ease And helped to cast her cares aside For so long she'd stood by his side But God had listened as she cried And he urged me to give her these Crystal wind chimes Think of him as crystals collide Soft, sweet whispers blessings confide No longer does her warm heart freeze She hears his voice upon each breeze – Crystal wind chimes *Entry for Brian's Top 20 Contest
Deep Space Christmas God is busy this time of year attending to the billions People's needs, guiding reindeer, assisting Santa, counting souls Helping with the naughty/nice boys and girls Even Craigslist needs some tweaking here and there And other things too numerous to know or mention here God is the great Creator out there at all times At Christmas He moves faster than the speed of light He has to keep up with popular demands Stars and universes don't create themselves you know He rides great rivers of dark matter like a magic carpet That move along ribbons of space and time Cosmic phenomena built on great speeds increasing every second Millions of parsecs wide and longer than known universes They curve through cosmic landscapes and glide to the beyond God looks out at the great black void And with legions of pretty angels by His side The wondrous design begins again Everyone knows that thousands of angels can dance on the head of a pin It is common knowledge that each celestial creature has that gift They carry within their deep deep pockets, (just below the wings) Thousands of other angels dancing on their own individual pins But did you know these same tiny angels grow? They expand larger than most universes With multi-color baskets by their side God directs them to toss assorted planets From blue baskets into the great unknown Over there to be precise, to the right and upward And somewhat just beyond that spot The yellow baskets have suns and quasars with special protective shields To shield the angels from wing singes and radiation fields They throw thousands at a time by pure design And since suns are too hot to handle, they throw them fast and throw a lot Black baskets hold black holes, dark matter and a scattering of exotic things God pulls them out real slow due to weight considerations and mysteries Orange baskets hold more void but more about that later We don't want to distract you from the Creator Back at Earth He takes his favorite creation by the hands Men and women die all the time He looks at each and every one of them with His bright kind eyes At that moment they are the only thing in His universe Don't cry. You are not applying for a job He holds them as his own and welcomes them home So grab a basket from an angel and let's get back to work Universes don't build themselves you know
It's bout to get worse It was written in the verse The truth hurts ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED When the time comes No one's gonna hold up a sign saying it's time to "get right" It's gone come like a thief in the night! Blowin' up and wreckin ish! The war you want is the war you gone get It was written before our time We keep looking at the signs manifest before our very eyes constantly denying our right to be one of the meek ones of our time ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED We're at the end of what used to be existence Every super power will answer to a higher power so pray repentence The time is closer than any distance From Washington to Obama No one will escape the wrath! Hope you choose the right path! Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones and accurately take in knowledge of his son? OR will you perish in the dust never to be awakened again? No consciousness of sin ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED! It's in the verses Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it You see the times changing You see the minds fading You see the world and how messed up it is You see that nigga satan and his curses! I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses! ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED
Love in your bones, perfection, divine, a wandering heart pure is thine? A moment in time, immaculate, sensual, alive, we align. A mass of vibrating energy combines. Lost here, safe there, warm dear? Our love melts crippling fear. There is no divide. No moon owns this colorful tide. So now we jump! Inside my manic depressive ride. Will I? can I? Abide? to society now, I have a bride? Shirtless, shoeless, beard is long, happy am I. Fear not, even King Kong. Wife at home, smoking tea and high. Jesus Christ! I sigh. sigh. sigh.. You pinned my soul, my thoughts and I..... Dreamed to die. My, my, my. Your cold hard shell. I loved you then and wished you well. A living breathing tree did fell. Is it cold in this, your damp black cell? Silence..... Now. For this happy fat sow. Expectations melted, I chose, I allow. By camp fire I love. I warm, with stars above. Tea in hand, lying back, to know someday I will love. I toke on tea, enjoying my smoke. I love it here, so real. Remote. For me, for me, I toast, I joke, this bloke owns nothing. Sorry. I lied. Frothing. I do own something this lovely green smoke. You strive for things, material and plastic, a waste of energy, I think, a joke. Funny you see? means nothing to me, like you I wrote. Happiness is. So very near, its here, shockingly clear. Your mind, your head, to freely choose. Before your old and dead, dead, dead.
Im gone, im leaving now, Taking one last breath I remember my vow. You holding my hand so gently, Your tears falling, and kissing my lips so greatly. I look into your eyes while my life flashes before my eyes, My hand on my heart feeling the way it dies. I manage to squeeze one last request out of my depth, I take you hand and tell you to take the next step.
Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey _______________________ l l l l l ya' put your red flag in ya' put your red flag out ya' put your red flag in and ya' shake it all around. * * * ya' stop this hocus pocus and we'll turn this thing around end war's what it's all about!
Nothing would change if I died now I would still be by your side I may be gone, but I'm not going anywhere. Even though you cannot see me any longer, just know that I'll be there. At midnight when you are asleep, I will watch over you until the sun rises. Then, in the morning when you awake we will spend the day together, even though you are now alone. I would not be sad if I died now. Because, I would still have you near. Tears would flow at the thought of everything I can no longer do. I would never find my one true love, or be able to have children. We wouldn't get to travel like you always wanted to. But, I wouldn't let it depress me. I hope you will not let it ruin your life, either. I would want you to be happy, and celebrate our favorite holidays. It will be difficult without me around. But, I would miss the fun if you didn't celebrate. If I died now you wouldn't even know I was gone. I would do what ever I could to make you smile again. I will hold your hand, when you are afraid. And wipe away your tears, when you are sad. I will blow the dark clouds away so the sun can shine down on you. It would rain on the flowers, when you forget to water them. Because, I know how those bright blooms make you smile. I would wrap my arms around you on winter days, and keep you from the cold. I guess I would be your dark angel, your guardian. Always there to protect you and keep you from harm. I will love you no less than I ever did. If I died now.
A Girl On A Mission There once was a gal who sold china Tested rockets in her vagina She sat on one hard though It made her a martyr Blasting her & her china to China 6/24/14 Bawdy Limericks II Contest
TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT... Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall... Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN" Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done Divide doom by blue tears you stack Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky! *(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)
All turned down to the worst as the children lost innocence, as the bums drank their last breath away, as the man eating sharks finding their way, to the over-crowded sandy beaches, as the man turn to the woman and gave her a slap across the face, as the thef steals in the night, as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs, as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges to salvation and paradise. Something always happens to the good guy, a knife in the back in the midst of dawn, his woman leaving with another man, he dying slowly of cancer, or suffering from intoxication of the blood. Poison. Poison, ravages his body, oh, how could God let such things happen to such a good man? His life work, his social life, his nirvana all destroied, burned away, turned to dust. But with the evil, came the good. Yes with time and time again repeating itself in a circle of time, across the crossed faces, as blue eyed Death smiles and as the girls grin, Everything came into place, Anyway with evil, came the good. Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.
When you're hurt inside, And there's no where to hide, And there's no one on your side, And it's killing your pride, Inside, Never take hate outside, When your heart is chocking, The heavy words never spoken, The things that hurt you inside, When love has died, Inside, Never take hate outside, When your heart is gone, From being alone, And it beats a solemn tone, When you're cold inside, It's only a short ride, Never take hate outside
I shall wait for you to come my beloved For you are my white star of twilight The moon in the sky's far end I shall rise up with thee Lie down with thee For in my dreams thou art always with me Oh Great Spirit When our time has come Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together Each others distant shore The left and right wings of the bird Two halves of a seashell We are apart, yet connected by a greater love I shall wait for you my love The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits Designed by our Creator for life's endless journey Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky You are a part of me, as I am of you Bonded by the Great White Spirit You are my love, my heart's best friend Our love will never cease, never end I know it is thou who moves within my heart Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come Ayor' Anosh' ni' my love _______________________________________________________________________ "Ayor' Anosh' ni' means I love you in Navajo"
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
This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box. Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go Trying to protect but you can't turn back the clock What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect The library was vast holding knowledge long passed Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect Someone had already check out these 365 books See the flames raised high the city did overcook Spread them north and east so ordered the beast Because at the Star he did not want you to look
< my little girl came to me and asked for a pet to me my heart just hasn't been quite set but who could resist those baby brown eyes and all those little wimpers and desirable sighs so off we went in our broken down wagon where the rear end you could tell was sagging to petland is where we went pocketbook really took a dent odie and garfield was their chosen names two bunny hampsters very different but the same oh my little girl was not yet done said mama we need hampster ball so they can have alot of fun and don't forget their bedding liners so their living will be much finer but first you must buy them their cage oh my little girl is quite smart for her age she knows they like fruit and snacks so she doubled order with ten sacks ring ring ring ding ding ding did it's cash register ever so did sing eighty five fifty well ain't that nifty handed lady one hundred mumbling under breath was said left store in a hurry with our clothes looking so dam fury Written By Katherine Stella 7/3/11 Entry For Francine Robert's Pick A Pet Contest G.L. All
Guilt overflows with a spark of revilement its decay spreads like fire, blinding...conniving... binding up in its sticky debris still surviving tangled whispers bleeding through me reminders of a depthless past... listen to the sobs beneath me, the hardness of your ears meet my lips at last deep inside a heap of lies, refusing my cries you can never see how binded I am... how blinded I am. you too cannot see...you cannot see though your eyes meet me, still, you cannot see. the least you can do is listen listen carefully, sight is mere illusion, follow the voice intently, it cries softly, oh so softly... before it dies away unnoticed It whispers steadily, Remember me, Remember me...
Guitarra, I'm begging,express my heart Pick away all that's ever ached Place these Spanish notes beautifully To the angel of her face Guitarra pleas, express this heart Bring to life our last Latin nights Dancing that flamenco from her charcoal eyes Reviving fiesta under most romantic moonlight Guitarra as now I gently play Fingers within running throughts through ebony of her hair "El espiritu de amor" is strumming along Bringing back the yesterdays to here Guitarra passion now is in the revival As the ghost of love tangos all around Milagros, I sense you near And in this instrument forever you are found
How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you're pessimistic about my optimism.
The impressive mighty trees Are birthed from such small seed Drawing resilience from the sun And earth's fertile garden bed Trees wooden trunk has shaped And sustained for centuries many in varied ways Some over and upon oceans wide Where waves stroke shapely hulls And lull to sleep the hapless venturer Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy And from such crafted boughs And whispered sounds Her meekness and strength is seen and heard Like the creaks of grandma's rocking chair Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms High and low of this world The greatest of these was in a lowly manger In an animals crib But for this one tree its destiny was marked Chosen before time For on this tree's wooden shoulders It bore God's greatest gift– A Holy Child born - Like it- For one purpose only – To become accursed - on its wooden cross To bear the sins of All The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth's fertile soil Into His Father's arms © Brenda V Northeast 11th March 2012
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.
For how long, have you won the fight And how wrong, has your life been white For no song, can bring down your height Your moves gone, as you lose hope at night I remember, when you left me to die Mid December, when the kids were so high I was an ember, of the movement to fly You clan member, searching for the dark one to die Now feel, my wrath as for you I do come With steel, from the dark side of the dumb Its not real, you scream sucking your thumb As you kneel, beggin forgiveness of your slum And now heed, as my sword enters deep Your soul feeds, off my pain so discreet As you bleed, your heart does skip a beat For you plead, for your life to end with speed I laugh, as you die now with ease On behalf, of the ones who cant squeeze I draw a graph, of your way down to the trees With no staff, no help now as you freeze
I am what you call a hopeless romantic, But im also a lost lovers cause, my heart belongs to another Yet in my head a love triangle starts to form, the girl I love doesn't love me She holds the heart to another and mine caged to the floor, She isn't afraid to fight for what she wants, not even when it comes to leaving another man torn Trust me she's happy, as that boy holds her heart ever so close Seeing what I shouldn't I smile as I wear my blind fold, Blind to everything around, lifeless staring into air My train of thought running so fast, the second I stop you'll hear a crash Derailing my hope, for ever finding a love so pure & rare Wishing I could hold the hand of the lover who stole my flame, Wish I could change the last days in which we parted ways, Realizing now that we can never be the same Finally saying it out loud as tears run down my face You stole my happiness, as I walked away that day But it's because as of what you said I guessed I changed, Now every relationship has just be the same, No one can seem to bring back that flame, Because a love likes ours comes once in a lifetime Well at least it does to me, But I mean you're happy with who your with I mean I only wrote this as I heard exchanging "I love you" flow from each of your lips.
~La Gala Grandeur~ Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace This revel illimitable,is always available Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend It is but a matter my friend,of just when... ...is then ~Azaza~ June 19th,2010
There's a ghost hiding in the past there's a boy wishing it has last all these secrets stop the seting sun all the love has grown, but never said and he wishes he could've told her what she meant he wishes he could've said how he felt But it's not too late just open your heart she hears every word you say her guidance helps lead the way forever's gone by too fast but deep in our heart it will last look into your soul and hear it ring the beautiful song that she sings There's an angel looking down There's a boy without a frown all this hope brings the rising sun all thsi love we wish we had sent he can feel she's in his heart and will enver let him fall apart "cause its not too late just open your heart she hears every word you say her guidance helps lead the way forever's gone by too fast but deep in our heart it will last look into your soul and hear it ring the beautiful song that she sings He remembers talking o nteh couch feeling safe he remembers writing a poem and her saying its great he remembers how he cried wehn she didn't open her eyes he remembers fearing things he can't describe "cause its not too late just open your heart she hears every word you say her guidance helps lead the way forever's gone by too fast but deep in our heart it will last look into your soul and hear it ring the beautiful song that she sings
As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest These winds that blow changes though, will steel The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust They not see the light of day hither wither Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek Plainly in view will be done son Sun To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns
As I rise this day, thoughts of you go through my mind. I thank you for another day, I pray I can do things your way. The winter is in full bloom Lord, the chill in the air today is cutting through the trees, The branches are crisp and the sky is cloudy, I pray the day is warmed by your touch, Lord,I love you so much. The day is beginning now, help me to live a life today that glorifys thy name. Written by:©Betty Bolden
lead my hand o' dear life lead my hand on this land o' dear life, until the end o' dear thought of comfort seed my life feed me not in strife bleed me joy from nine to five lead me a journey of phases a journey of ages to face this germinate in me a corn of survival a history of possibilities a record of living to afford a source to live for this life is a choreographer of life a propeller of existence an economy of spiritual commodities a tear drop of opportunities yet not so many does see its commonalities an event of anomalies and regularities lead me a way o' dear life carry me a sledge on a journey of life a terrain of survival and life a gemstone for many a pentagon of any a model of penny an artwork of joy a string of life on a journey a script of many a stanza of any opn08022012/0106 from: 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', february 2012 >> ntema's unique poetry (nup) http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lead-my-hand-o-dear-life/
You were taken much to young, you were only 37. You had so much to live for, but god must have needed an extra angel to help pour out the rain. You never gave up....even when they gave you only 6 months...you lasted 3 years. I always remember you smiling face and your dimples. You may have only been here for a short while but you left a lasting impression on every heart you touched...You may be gone but you are still very much alive in my heart. I love you Uncle Billy!
My blood runs cold and thick black bile runs unhindered Through my figure and no prescription drug can cure This ice cold burning of my heart, no longer pure. Nothing now will preserve, for you have departed. By shadows of now dead futures, I am strangled. My heart bleeds out its life like a bathroom ewer Pours out water. On a dark lifeless plane I tour Like a gawking tourist, in town newly arrived. Then I see your tranquil uplifting face, my love, And it shines down brilliant upon me from above. Through the greying mists of epochs past, you come back. Your company smiles blond amber. You do not shove Me towards living but your ghost is, as a glove To a hand and rose thorns, protection from bile black.
With my last dying breath, I will whisper your name. As my life slips away slowly, so does this pain. Your name passes my lips, and releases it's grip. No more need to hold on, to this broken love trip. Let me die all alone, you're too cold to come home. Now here in this light, your true colors have shown. I held on for so long, said I'll never let go. But I've found peace in my soul, as my heart starts to slow. Now burry me deep, in my own silent tomb. So heaven can take me, into it's uplifting womb. I'll look down from the sky, as you struggle through life. And quietly pray, you get through all this strife. At days end your alone, in your own bed of lies. And no one will hear, when your heart breaks and cries. But if you say you can fake it, 'til you finally make it. Then my life's in your hands, so feel free to take it. For this life's not a game, we can play with no shame. It's a legend and story, that we leave with our name. I'll go down in the books, as a man of good deeds. You'll go down with the world, suffocated in greed. Now I'll spread my great wings, I'll look up and I'll fly. Leaving my last written passage, where I bid you good bye...
Pink Slime, Pesticides And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs And we wonder why there is an increase in learning disabilities among children today I say it's because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. I do understand that demand is high so we have to do somethin' So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that's hard to digest I mean what's really the cause? There's more kids with disabilities today than there ever was I say it's because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. Pink Slime and Pesticides..We're eating stuff that's been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
A silent wave rushing inside my heart Your hand leading me so far we won't depart Your voice I heard in away that's taking me far Into a silent wave rushing inside my heart. Oh the thrill it was to hear your voice so silent as I opened up to you so wonderful this silent wave rushing inside my heart I was searching for a answer to a question for so long there it was a silent wave rushing inside my heart Your voice Lord, in ways I never found a silent whisper so very loud inside my heart the silent wave replied to me your love is so divine.. So when the shattered dreams are filling your mind please please listen to the silent wave rushing inside your heart. Written by:©Betty Bolden
A strange sight upon a lonely road. A dream ripped in half. Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail. An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold. Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh. As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale. Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back. To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams. So many that one could not keep track. Some having been blown into the parallel stream. So, I checked the pack upon my back. And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack. Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds. Freezing were the winds, but forward I march. Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads. They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch. Suddenly I see people returning to the road. Going back and picking up their dreams. Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack. Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold. To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack. To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold. Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance. Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear. Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go. But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance. You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear. Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow. Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game. Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture. But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose. For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same. Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure. So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.
Life as a lonely lost poet bred from dark cracks Lost soul living plain and simple among the people black and white Drug along with alcoholic among us distracts Lost values and principles around one many continue to lack Everyday simple facts, its like breathing through plastic sacks Slowly suffercating until the brain goes wack Once death comes my way I must keep it part of my past Aint no way God going to bring my little brother back I guess its a curse upon all those of us living like outlaw of an outcast How the **** will I ever truly outlast until I heal and break out my cast God cant you see Im tired of wearing this permanent mask I know my poetry has hidden answers if I look and read closer so I shouldnt have to ask Staying lost is a choice in the open road with no gas So as a lost poet through hardships now and in the future I will outgrow it The devil trying to get my soul and behold it but I know only this one man controls it Its too priceless for even my own greed to have sold it So as a lost poet I will climber higher than high if not then right below it Found in a world of lies with few truths as but another lost poet
There was no mention of your name, yet, it matters not Watching as your body laid broken, when they took you away Felt a stab in my heart; as tears rolled down my face And my mind ran to your Mom, probably making dinner plans As the story of your final moments began to unfold Another young life stolen in a most horrific way! Not through any fault of yours; nor by God's design This creature from the deep mistook you for prey So much faster and stronger, it simply overpowered you So sleep now, little one- nineteen years is what you had I'm sure your task was completed; your forever now begins Never again to be snatched away by man nor beast I pray your family finds comfort in one ultimate truth The light which was within you has returned to the Source! *Note: For the 19 Year old who lost his life today in CA...+RIP 10/22/10
Completely at ease Calm, tranquil, serene Bronze skin sunbathing Cool breeze Enveloped in earth's beauty witnessing creation; Becoming embodied with the thoughts of perfection, original earth original plan of action Ultimate fulfillment and satisfaction The old world is no more We've come fully human heart and mind restored No longer noting the difference between the old world and the new Completely erased Renewed But in the meantime, I moan for freedom from strong holds like sickness and death and oppression I moan for freedom for the disabled the mentally challenged, the persecuted and their transgressions Freedom from racism, injustice ignorance, violence and depressions I moan to end war, rape, incest exploitation, thievery and anxiety That was not the original plan But the earth will be restored and be as beautiful as it began
Old man, face wrinkled with age, moves slowly down bus, walking stick in shaky hand. Bus jolts, old man mutters. Kindly hand grabs arm. Fat lady, jolly face. Aunt Betty when he was young. Mirror reflections. Old man sits down wearily Woman in front, loaded with shopping, and two young children. One with runny nose, other chocolate covered face. Wife, children long ago. Mirror reflections. Old man gets off bus, walks down road. Lowered head, eyes sad. Places newly cut flowers by gravestones, three. Family killed in blitz. tears run down face. Mirror cracked.
Shades of color bounce within Singing their hues dancing in place Vivid lines colored outside Rules broken with empty space A midnights dream heard and seen Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye Wings touched flown and plucked Gliding like a bird up in the sky Wishes from pennies thrown into tears The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain Drowning from the shadows The flood paints the day Words speak volumes of silence hidden Their sounds blind to what they see Mirrors of nouns and verbs Their meaning and secrets lost at sea Emotions ruled by laws of language Spelled in boxes of glass Melted from sands inside That voices strangle to grasp
A Valentine's Day dedication for those who have lost a loved one. I know you're watching from far away. So I'll find the strength to kneel and pray, and send you our love this Valentine's Day. God gives me the power to understand, that we can no longer hold your hand. The sands of time pass graciously, until we meet for eternity. My unconditional emotion has no end. Like the flowers in the spring and your spirit in the wind. My hands are empty without you to hold. My soul cries out alone in the cold. My tears still fall and I wipe them away. God gave me the strength to kneel and pray, and send you our love this Valentine's Day.
The heavens declare God's glory As the body without the spirit is dead So too the moon is dead It has no light of its own Without the light of the sun She cannot shine and give light In the darkness So too as the sun rises In newness each day So too shall the moon Rise in newness of light Reflecting the Glory Of The SUN/SON Like a whirling dancer The heavens swirl And sway dressed In her skirt of stars To the lyrical rhythm The musical beat Of The word of life © Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012
Moon Light Bright. Oooh you shine so bright in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, that helps you dominate the night sky with your dens chilling light which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night, without a single flashlight. Theo I wish on every day and every night nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright. Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith Kadell
Life be that of what thy navigation Anticipation of what be in mind of all Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain? Treason be devout this what man brought Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth What will one yield plowing thru the field?
The Headless Greenlandic Horseman A Meditation in 6 parts. Avalanche I. The sky is starry The night is scary I'm very afraid of the living dead; On a mission; or Fugitives in the city II. The headless Greenlandic horseman speaks Kalaallisut very well indeed, plus Dansk and English! What a man! A polyglot he is! Yes, sir! Although he Is evil and wants to behead Mr. Donn Oh! How horrible! How horrible! The reason being, Donn owes him plenty of money. More than 500.000 bucks! Camera Obscura III. Mikko Donn (whose dad is Finnish) is a fugitive in the city & Hansen, the cowboy from Kalaallit Nunaat, is his hunter; 500.000 U$ is that debt's figure, folks; Oh! This is horrid! Truly horrid for sure! I contemplate upon this very jittery and jumpy Oh, I am scared! Oh, yes! I am scared! Donn's head is at stake--because he's a debtor; Another headless man? And multilingual again? Isn't that whimsical? A headless man wants to decapitate another man and both speak many superb languages! That's admirable! Yes, sir! Spasmodic Apostrophes IV. Ave Hansen, Morituri te Salutant anthropologizing, vexillologizing; Well, Donn's head is still extant. Though, I dare ask, for how long? Equestrian Interregnum V. Fear is what Donn feels even down to his heels; He feels he's gonna puke even though he is a duke! The philanderer's philter will save him no longer The Greenlander and his plug are after him; There's no escape--the event is rather grim; He is doomed. Period. Good-bye, fishmonger! Hurkle! Hurkle! Hurkle! VI. Donn's head is safe now. Why? Because of my idea; Donn is a fish vendor and has a friend who is a surgeon; Therefore, I suggested "What about implanting a fish's head on Hansen? Wouldn't it be nice?" Donn okayed what I said & called his friend, Mr. Sherry, the surgeon. Hansen accepted. They made a deal. Besides the fish's head, Donn has to teach Hansen Suomi, a perfect language. And that's how this tale ends. Hansen and Donn became friends and ate partridges together.
Midnight Cries In midnight skies the cries of love drift off to sleep in endless love. For he who heard them. Sent them hope, that God created a world for them. For us to see and bare good times. For no more hurt and devishlish crimes. For the earth which once was good. Is soured and torn. There are no morals or dreams no more. Or hope of good things when suffering soars. For they are crushed by his vast sword. For he who has the greater sin. He has carried and been burdened with. He has been forgotten. In times like these. Because people hearts bleed with disease. For they have burdened him with more sin. They have forgotten the pain he is in. For he so carried his cross with pride. A younge man who was destined to die. No matter what the world does think. This man did live before we did. We have lost our way in darkened times. Like lost sheep we have roamed, away from him. If youd only listen and help to carry his cross. Take the blame for things done past. Change our ways for hope to last. We wont do that out of pride. When he is denied. I feel for him. I pick his cross up and help him off the ground. For he is my brother. Who I have found. He has carried that cross. No man deserved his life in such a lose. Tormented and torturded to no extent. He didnt look like a mere man in the end. He coutinued to stand even after he fell. Showing me the strength of Heaven and hell. For a man so strong, so bold and kind. Showed me what we can do as man kind. He gave his life for everyone who reads this. For those who can not see. Do not be blind Find this man, for he needs you. He gave his life to save you. With your help, you raise his cross. You heal that burden of love. That has been lost. Ease his pain and find your way. For Heaven is a start and hell is a step away.
I used to live, within a dream a small cog in the consumer machine materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam. Then I awakened a voice inside which promised to take me on a much greater ride I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried. A second chance, I'm born again alleviation of all of that pain I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain which opened the Pineal bit of brain. I felt alive, but I acted dead I took little notice of anything said, Now, I find my own truths instead spoken by a voice inside my own head. The transition was mightily fast 27years changed, after one night had passed I never knew I was only flying at half mast thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last! But truth's not heard if you walk with the herd can't fly freely, or soar like a bird if you believe, every single damn word. The message which now flows through me is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity. I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge I sipped from the fountain of knowledge and I drank it dry, I now feel really high why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye, Life's so much better, after you die!! A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest. ©John-Ovan.P.Hull
If it's not one thing then it's another. I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother. My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy. I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees. I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin. Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin? Prayer is so simple even a child can start. It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart. It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you. You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true. Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe? Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve? He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try. The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie. Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord! I can never lose a battle using you as a sword! Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone. Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on. Praise God!
Walking around the graveyard Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket its clear in his head that he's screaming for something that something is missing within his heart Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave Pulling out a piece of paper The death certificate that her name was signed on a tear falling from his cheek he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before crumples at his touch sitting down the piece of paper he asked her how can i love? when the one i want is not here? tears fall from his eyes unto the paper he lights a candle sits it by her tombstone He lays down beside her listening to the wind hoping to hear her voice something he longed for something that he was missing he falls asleep holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before The pedals fly away with the wind and the flame of the candle burns out the rain starts to fall He lays with his eyes closed He goes back in time The rose pedals fall back unto the stem The paper flies back into his pocket He walks back into town Back into the house he was at before Back at her funeral to the hospital they were at When they found out she had cancer To the church where they got married To the time when he asked her to marry him Finally to the place where they met There story replays again in his mind he lays cold on the ground beside her The wind dies down and the candle starts burning again
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
Why do I chase the atom? when the universe has always been mine. Can love evolve from red giant into a galaxy? Dust and stone become skin and bone, born; fall and rise again. I love the black holes of your eyes for they radiate much more light than they could ever take. White hot coals made to rake caked surface of my lungs. How I long to see your breath steam up the silence in my soul. Droplets, turn into rapids and rush my question away. I tripped; stumbling my spirit crumbling. Hold; release those fingers. Strength born of sugar does not last, and it feeds fear I need complex and organic Can rotten become fresh? Carry the inner babe Cain and brother Abe. Save: heal the tether.
See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used. See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in. And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree. Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission. And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing. Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it. The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by.... WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!
Do not grieve for my passing, for it was my time For life is but the Lord's property, and now he has reclaimed mine I regret leaving you here, though I've indeed been set free But I could no longer ignore God's call for me Though I went with Him, I made sure to take you along And I left with you memories of times past but definitely not gone I go home to my father in a place of peace To be reunited with sisters and brothers, a whole line of family Cry if you must, mourn if you may But not over things you failed to say Death is not eternity, it was a short bridge I had to cross And though I have departed from this world, my life is not lost I say farewell to you now, for it is a temporary goodbye For one day you too will go where I now arrive Someday in the future we will cross paths again And together we will travel that long road, and there speak of the end
Sensing each step I persuade my body onward and up. Trekking up toward the light that adorns a precious cup, Angels around sing gentle sounds, I never heard before. Imagining the beauty that awaits me past that golden door, Reality sets in that I am rising upward to Heaven's gate. Why oh why, have I been chosen to be given this fate. Again I see the Angels floating past my mortal soul. Yelling praises to him, our Lord, I met a mortal goal. Truth is what they said, even though I had sinned many ways. Only the living truth will deliver you upward, glorious praise. These steps I take I see all my sins on each tread that I take. Hearing forgiven, forgiven, my soul gets lighter upon the wake. Evangelical songs being sung, I pray, in his name, for my sake. Stairway brightens as I reach the top, hearing a question, I stop. Tell me, your saviors name, He who died upon the hilltop. Angels await my answer, tis a simple question that he does say. Reveling, Jesus I say, he took our sins, saving all upon that day. Seeing in my heart, I believed, he said come forth, cross over this way.
Sinking in deeper, No way to escape, The dark and scary Reaper, Fore told in the Book of Life. Is this my end? Will I ever see the light of day again? No. My wounds, I must mend. I must find my strength. Stand my ground, Face my fears. Only then will my voice be found I must survive. Break the suffocating chains, Run from the darkness. Power will fill my veins. I will Fight! Fight the painful names, The horrid memories, The demented games And escape My Black Abyss.
MLK... (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968) they shot you down all those years ago but your dream lives on and always will for though much has been gained since you dreamed your dream there is much to fight for and much more to struggle for and much, much more to fight for still so your dream resounds in our hearts and we pledge this to you today for though they shot you down all those years ago on a memphis day we shall overcome this we do believe deep in our hearts that we shall overcome someday... (for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
Always time for sweet embrace holding hands lovers face . Always time for A " Hell o " New , or old friends from long ago Always time for loved ones dear Whether living far or very near Always time for one more chat important things , or a new hat Always time to take a walk , Or sit and enjoy a friendly talk Always time to laugh and share Or small things, fixing someone's hair Always time to make amends heartfelt words , with no pretends Always time to say "I'm wrong" Words in a poem or in song Always time to say your right Angry words have caused our strife Always time to understand unconditioned love without demand Always time to just be there So that someone knows that , you care Always time for text or call to hear their voice if that's just all Always time for one more dance Don't leave life to circumstance Always time for "just one more" until the time for never more .
My eyes Refuse to see tragedy My eyes Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's sagging…from endless mourning And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? You don't see What damage you've done Just let me be Leave me alone…hand me a gun I yearn for unspoiled glory To make me feel perfect once more I yearn for flawless serenity To make me feel no regret…don't ignore My calls…don't hang up on me You don't see What damage you've done Just hear my plea Listen to my excruciating cries… Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies Our journey has just begun And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me weeping? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Eye can't handle the stress Let me release my horrendous distress Eye can see you making that same mistake At least MY life isn't at stake And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping…do You feel my lament And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement I'm aching with discontent… I abhor this torment When will peace scrub off my fear? I can't believe my eyes Your guiltiness flows into me… I can't believe I fell for your lies Your heartless action rape my mind…you don't see What my EYES see… You'll never see How much pressure you put me under Unchain me from this chamber And watch me flee… When will you be set free?
Father, Do not let me be the demon I have created me to be. I am the product of myself and my negativity. I trust You. I love You. I thank You. In Your name, We pray, Amen.
if every urinal spoke of sense; hark-shot nomadic whispers… deflationary aspirations… palatine teacups and conjunctive juntas… would you forgo the inevitable...?
From time immemorial your story began A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more Your story past written a character just one The tale of you bleeds into all Each story unique while pieces the same Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone Your story continues passed first to no last The tale of you bleeds into all Through love and hate, laughter and death Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days The story being written you wrote each day The tale of you bleeds into all Memories endure through dream and remembrance Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on Your story yet written a character more than one The tale of you bleeds into all Your stories the fires shall never consume A past, a future, a present goes on The story you wrote lives forever in your love The tale of you bleeds into all
He told the tales with likes and similes human character dressed as grass and trees the fragility of life just like a mist as touched by divine spark like children kissed He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty painted pictures that a child's mind could see and of the qualities that would last eternity Those he drew were woman child and man in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan a future government by Gods own plan designed choosing those who like his Son in mind The currant rulers here described as beast devour and make suffer great to least he implicated leaders intentions as the cause as having violated all of the natural laws He pointed out the signs to tell the time how earth and heaven his plans to realign where peace on earth in every nation he will gain with truth and everlasting life they will maintain Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man but he put us on the earth in a garden understand he intends this projects finish by his Son with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done" I must advise you those in the grave are dead they will remain there until the Son has said he who has the keys of death has them in mind to resurrect upon the earth in a future time While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell he called his friend who was dead and in a grave forth the example of what his future rule will pave How can you not get it the things he plans to do to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony AGAIN this is too long to complete the post here please see this link to complete the reading...... www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150880493247492 COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
Open are his arms Never will The Almighty leave you Will given to Him triumphs against the enemy All who cry out in Jesus' name none can harm Righteous in heart all must crave from start Death is the test be it not in vain
SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
I Want to Be Where Jesus Is! Where Jesus is, I want to be with him I'll honor HIM because I love him! Into his direction I shall go… His word in my life, I must daily know. What he says to me, I must carefully listen, His will for my life, I don't want to be missin'. His love for me… I want to receive, His abundant life is what I aim to achieve. Thank you Jesus for helping me to see… I need much more of you, and a lot less of me! By Jim Pemberton
When i am gone and you can no longer see my face, Just know in my heart you'll never be replaced When i am gone, left you without a goodbye or a trace, When my absence makes itself known and your life like footsteps take on a sadder, slower pace remember i am always here, always near Can you feel me wipe away your tears? Whispering in your ear Informing you that better days are near and you have nothing to fear for my arms wrap Around you becoming your shield My words are growing thin and i have nothing more to say Just remember even when I'm gone, I am never too far away.... I am still here
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship. Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell. Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made. For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit. That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for. Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from. At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions. Did God really say don't eat from this tree? Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him. Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal. Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand. If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous? The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did. A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom. The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay. God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate. From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth. Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing. Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who. For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse. Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us. For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept. Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection. Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God. This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between. Choose now. For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker. As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with. But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits. Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love. Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life. There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy. The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.
Killing and Bombs and cruelty and pain; Fighting for a kingdom, but what did they gain? Look at the terrorists they act insane Blood was spilt in every nook and lane. Three decades of blood and thousands of lives, This war made many women husband-less wives The kids lost their dads and moms lost their sons Who were all shot by the enemies guns! A country with pearls and beauty and all, The useless war made the economy fall Now that It's peaceful and all is calm Let's get together and make Sri Lanka THE PEARL OF THE INDIAN OCEAN Once again....!!!
(POEM ENTRY) A SISTER'S LOVE THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE, THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager All Words Lyrics & Music 320 S 3rd Street Oxford Pa 19363 215 901 3073 cell
I came to know you when I couldn't remember, It didn't take long for us to bind, Grandpa was a special name, loving and tender, We were often together inseparable like twine. So many times you gave much love and pleasure, Grandpa you were smart, patient, handy and caring, We went to the zoo, biking, fishing plus more which I'll treasure, The talents and attention you gave made it hard for sharing. You taught me about life and how to be, To live honourably truthfully faithfully and just, To smell flowers, touch the willows, taste blackberries and see, That few things in life come free... hard work is a must. The highlights of your life shall be forever sweet, The red canoe, bagpipes, your bike and handmade leather, The cabin, falls, syrup and the whoop to - do - trail, what a treat, Wherever you were was great, no matter what the weather. Now dear Grandpa for a time we must depart, Heaven will be a better place because you are there, We will miss you, especially those close in heart, Till we meet again your message and memories we'll share. With love from you family and one of the many people who will miss you: your Grandson William P.S. - Here, there or in the air... (1 Thess.4:13-18)
There's a time for loves to be won and lost… At least there was for us. For 33 Chilean miners, lost below… life was simply stopped. Alive and well, but buried deep… 2,200 feet below. They had such a daunting, beautiful dream… to see the sky once more. Being hot, little water, dark, only bites of food…17 days was asking a lot. But life was true and held on strong, even when in the bowels of the earth you're lost. With each day the hopes began to fade, always bolstered by others to be strong. Little did they know their prayers were there, were being answered in spades above. Time went on as governments stopped, to send whomever they could to help. The world looked on, every eye glued, as prayers they also imbued. For once in their lives everyone together worked, for a common cause that's true. Building, digging, drilling, and planning… together as life below held on. No one knew the miners were truly alive, as the earth held them in a deathly grip. But faith held everyone together, for 17 days, on this fateful trip. Breaking thru a small hole to them in time was a monumental task indeed. To do it bigger again, was asking God to plow the way and give them back again. Drill bits broke, and no one slept, as dreams of home, the miners spun. Several drillings were stopped by fate, as a single one held on. Many things could have stopped those lives such as slides and after shocks. Remember the mine was unstable, or it wouldn't have fallen at all. Everyone below was tired, hot, worn out, and sick by the time they reached their goal. One small, flimsy, missile tied from above would have to drag them to the top. Would it snag? Would the earth crumble? Could it take the buffeting there and back? The tunnel was finally reinforced. The first people went below, as we held our breath. One by one, for 24 hours they were brought up from beneath the earth. Never in the time of man, has a feat been held to so tightly for 69 days and finally won. Thank the Chilean government, it's people, the world's and American help, for bringing them back. Then like the miners did… get on your knees and thank the God above. Yes… it was one unified, miraculous leap of faith, with God holding every ones hand. It brought back faith in many things including God and yes, even your fellow man.
Waking with a start,preparing to face the end eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism. Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed and lost into the book of vanity. With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized but big words puff me up as thought i was you. A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face. I was deceived into the belief of something invisible. Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells that proliferate so rapidly. Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse, i can't take much more. Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again So i open the window of pessimism. We live with the manners of a swine, enough to keep body and soul together.
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A dusty old town-so quiet a man, a traveler takes off his pack-so heavy and reclines for a rest. they dont know his name, they never do they wont even bother to ask he troubles them-his mysterious past leads them to prejudiced views but were one to ask, for if naught but a name what would this traveler say- would he speak? a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass "Im Wanderer, the world is my street." Wanderer-what a name does it signify much of his life or is it a code- a cypher? an enigma to his past.
Plethoric grains of sand- dug deep 'neath my hand. And nails so hued and old- wrinkles sanded in youth that unfolds. These shores- miles away... They are my childhood memories that long to go but still in stay. I owe it to the roaring tunes of longward seas. A paradise from distant lights, and city buildings at their heights. As long as the streets of carved lines will lead to no where, where the world divides. On this Island of persuit of happiness, I can hold my elder dignity in no stress. The grains from ocean shore, digs deeps to my veins, my blood. Shall I grow old nevermore.
The dark black sky it glimmers, Brighter than the Sun. I look around this broken world (I) see your the only one. When all the strength escapes earths roots, And floats out past the sea. And when the ground below me breaks I know you'll carry me. All my hope is buried deep, Not just beneath the skin. But deep within my soul it lays Inspiring my pen. This Love I feel embraces me The black sky wraps me tight. Because of your bright shining eyes I know I'll sleep tonight
Thirsting without quench Faith be that of endurance Satisfied at thrown
Dedication to unconditional love and soul salvation I AM the ONE who loves thee The ONE who cared enough to die for thee I AM HE who redeemed thee The ONE who rose from the dead to comfort thee I AM the ONE who will always be with thee The ONE who will never forsake thee I AM HE who is integrity The ONE who imparts truth in thee I AM HE who was sent to save thee The ONE who bore all your infirmities I AM HE who will come back for thee Just be a soul who truly loves ME YESHUA
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
Introduction: It's a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It's something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant… A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother's plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father's prayer did transcend O' Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.
I often wonder about death....not so much the morbid aspect of it but the AFTERMATH of it...I wonder about the SPIRITUAL side of the spectrum...the transition from the flesh to whatever is left after the flesh ...it tends to be so chaotic here at times...EYE IMAGINE there has to be something beautiful thats waiting for us on the otherside ....I think of it often as the catepillar to butterfly metamorphosis...those moments of pain and confusion are only the "cocoon phase"...it's with much ENDURANCE and will power that we are granted the greatest of gifts...EVOLUTION (MENTAL REVOLUTION)...the conclusion after death... CiD "Cosmic Intelligent Design" "Alphabet Soup"
That which has come has gone, This song is sung, This bell has rung. This road we walked has Wound its way home, To face this moment naked and alone. In time we move apart again, Once touched, ever touching. Drifting to distant climbs, The chill fills our soles, or selves, still. Motionless but ever moving, Drawn inexorably away. Sightless eyes gaze, glazed, upon the heavens, The stars strewn across the night sky. Their traces glitter and shine. Your heart and mine are one again, for a moment. The time transcendent, abundant, so all becomes possible. That which we feared has lost its power As the flower of our faded youth Produces seeds. The seeds, like stars, are strewn across the night sky. Their traces glitter and shine. They are yours, And mine.
I had only just begun to understand the meaning of death when my uncle died. Before him, death was something that happened to family members of which I had never seen nor spoken to. Sometimes they were brought back to us during dinner time, Dad would down his beer and speak of their yesteryears. The day my uncle died my mothers face changed it sagged like a wet flannel stuck to a bathroom wall. She grew large sacks under her eyes these were where here tears gathered I remember thinking. And her face, her face reminded me of my little lego mans, he had fallen from his turret into the hungry coal fire two years before, Father rescued him from the flames, carried him like a newborn bird in the soft folds of his palm. When father returned him to me, his face was suspended, frozen yellow droplets ran down his yellow smiling face. After the funeral and after those unknown well wishers had drunk themselves sad I fetched my little Lego man, and replaced his head with the smiling pirates one I gave it to my mother, and she like the Pirate smiled.
Jesus gave his life! He wants to share it! Will you take up the cross? And bear it? He asks us to "take up the cross and follow him." He's what we need! The sacrifice for our sin! He provides peace, love and rest for all! There's no problem too great or too small! His life for yours… What choice will you make? Please do it now… Before it's too late! Right now! Today! You can be made clean! God is always with you! And can do anything! The opportunity is given!. The choice must be made! Will you be free in Christ? Or be sin's slave? All it takes is spending time in prayer! Jesus is here now! And can meet you right there! By Jim Pemberton
To have lost someone so dear to you and can't comprehend, Trying to make sense of it all so your heart can begin to mend. The memories that torment you each night tearing you apart, Making it harder for you to rest because your afraid of the dark. Every day begins the same for you with tears that fall like rain, You can't make it stop because your heart is filled with so much pain. Pretending to laugh and faking your smile hiding what's really inside, In reality what you really want do is drop to your knees and cry. So sad and so angry your mixed emotions driving you mad running wild, It's all to hard to understand your feeling like a lost and lonely child. There are moments you want to do nothing but scream out in rage , Just to hold that love one lost one more time is what you really crave. Deep inside you know that wish will never be and you must go on alone, As hard as it may seem you have to learn to face this life on your own. Remember this if you can my friend and do your best to understand , This is something we all must pass through for this is part of Gods Plan. TAC
Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber But my eyes are an exception…everything's a blur They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure But I still wonder… my pupils still wander My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot Their cup is half full…rather than half empty My pupils see what others cannot Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty My pupils project feelings… They comprehend – they spiral up and down They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown Optimism isn't in the picture…bestowing infection Upon my crestfallen heart I'm a broken compass – I'm losing my direction My animated heart tears apart Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee Because they're focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume On with our soothing music Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement They spot what others are too oblivious to see… Nonetheless, I still ponder… Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? Do I witness the fears and woes? My pupils reject the precious scenery They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly… My pupils… Oh dear pupils… Will you ever pay the bills? Will you ever use your skills? My heart bleeds in the river mills My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills My pupils spew out remorse My pupils are like open doors…
Stroll through the Illest Empire So much heat feeling like we're living in the fire But we're living under fire Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake Its time for a break from sad eyes I've seen grown men cry It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye It's the same reason why they died Hearts just too full of pride Mothers praying their young'n wont be a victim of a homicide Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can't call mine Wishing we could turn back time High off of nickels' and dimes Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope But the hustle got us in a head choke Don't blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you To watch our back and throw bows and cuss Cause you got to be tough when times are rough I know your asking when will enough be enough And truth is I don't know but this is how it goes down But if I make it out will you smile for me now So many families struggling with poverty I don't judge cause that use to be me Watching mom come home late Barley any food on our plate So young and life we already hate Praying God bring us something great My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake Knowing mom bust her ass to provide But all your knock offs you begin to hide Ashamed of what you own I know how you feel I been there too I see mothers walking there kids to school And the walk is far when you cant afford a car Mom hoping one day you'll be a star I know about being next to poor Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store Wishing you didn't have to go through that living off of food stamps Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we'll all be free So smile for you and me Even 2pac said smile for me This isn't how its always going to be unless you let it be In our different way we're all a G Cause we're trying to make it straight legit Whatever your hustle never quit but don't lose yourself in it Cause you still got a long ways to go Still got a long time to grow Use what you know to get by or you wont survive Remember to always keep your dreams alive Whatever it is just do it and never try The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down You'll be able to come back around So give yourself a chance And I'll smile for you now JUNE '06 B.K.M.jr
Passing through the wrought iron gate To the graveside of his beloved late, His hat removed, he knelt down On one knee beside her on the ground Placing flowers on the grave of his mate. Some how he felt she was not dead But only rested there instead. He called her name, and spoke to her As if she heard, as if she were Understanding whatever he said. He said, "I miss you, Martha dear". While his hand wiped away a tear He told her that he missed her much, Talked about their kids and such "Oh, I wish you could be here". "I don't know what to say to you With the war and all we're going through. Like all wars that have ever been, The undertakers always win. And the loss is more than a few." "I guess now you're not so alone. With James, Ann, and Jacob gone. Things may not look so bad to me If I only knew your thoughts you see. How I wish you were here at home." Then, he heard a church bell chime Reminding him of an earlier time When Martha's wishes on his ear fell "Take our children, and raise them well" As the ringing of the bell was her sign. So he slowly arose to walk away Then stopped, and turned to her to say "You never give up. Do you, dear?" Then grinned and wiped another tear. He'd heard her speak from the grave. "Saddle the horses, my carriage bring. Can you not hear the church bells ring? Did you think I'd forgotten it's Sunday?" The family heard him shout and say. And the church bells continued to sing.
As I walk through the Valley of Death Lord, I praise thee with every breath
We are all living and dying a little every day What a profound yet simple thought I'd say Sensing every breath, feeling every heartbeats sway Eternally learning to live as to heaven we find our way
You have lost her Dad, A feeling know one can tell but you. All we have is sympathy, So we hand it to you in love. The day is gloom, But tomorrow will glow. She was and will forever be your dearest Eve. I know that time and events, Will kick your wound, And make you recall. Yes recall, All those moments shared with her, Both the sweet and bitter. But in it's mist, Thank God for the time shared, And His granting of her peaceful rest. It will never be the same without her. But also remember, That you would have been nothing, But for her. A Single parent's sweat, Now at rest. ©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
i use to lie awake at night and ponder of this pointless life up for hours and not make a sound i once was lost but now i am found my sea of confusion, like moses did part the instant i let jesus inside of my heart... but than i let out a gigantic huge fart and realized it was just indigestion than like a sensible person, i began to question and out of those questions, came rational thought and all of the things in school i was taught like critical thinking and following facts so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty
This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.
I could just imagine Tom dancing in the Lord's Kitchen wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie pose as Vacuum Salesmen at a Dire Straits Gig making Tidbits and poking Wormholes with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O. and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention on Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine Bet they end up thinking that Lunar Craters is the head cheese in charge As they sit to Wine And Dine for free
Learning, sleeping Playing, wheeping Integrating in the whole Like a brick into the wall Hearing whispers all the time His unconscious needs sublime Singing songs or writing poems Escape he seeks, uncommon knowledge Seeking perfection (not to mention) he fights the infection That tries to stop his ascension (to the far dimension) In silence he screams He, who has the big, bad sins An angel seeks his long lost soul, For him in order not to fall With the power of the gods He survives against the odds A She is created To fit the unrated The wish to fulfill The dream to come still Beyond, there's nothing more Purity has lost his soul Seeking desire He has fallen into fire Intense the burning hits his soul In his hell he's gonna fall From the dream he shakes and wakes To take a bath and learn for math
The event of tragedy blossomed, That carnivorous wave of terror, Caromed through the capital, Down subways and thoroughfares, Horrified the gaping senses And surged through the echoing chasms, The divides of the unholy, And the gulfs of the unjust. In a bleak ricocheted wake, Left no blank resignation, Or mere shrugging of shoulders As if cold blooded and detached; Evolved a unified populace Grieving resolute and defiant, As they arched down in reverence In that two minute silence. Swelled the dream iconography Of human souls in mortal battle, And the blood-stirring prose Of the old past master speeches; Fell a faint dust of resonance Blown from reminisced prophecies, Foretelling times when the streets Run with rivers of blood. Therein the wake of tragedy stung In the mourning lungs of the living, Feeling thorny and vibrant, Tasting earthy and tart; Instead of cancer and wasteland The first blackberry roses bloomed, In the gardens of futures Landscaped by the past.
Young Cowboy On The Battlefield Remembered His Mama's Words 'Just Make It Home, Son …' Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard … Rapid-Fire and Revolution Missiles, Right and Left Bomb-Blasts and Confusion … and Silent Tears, He's Wept … Every Day, A Minefield Every Night, A Raid Every Moment, A Terror Trying to Make Him Afraid … Any Second, A Horror Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest Every New Tomorrow Wondering, What's Next ? The Cowboy On The Battlefield Vigilant and Brave Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse … Looking At Her Grave … 'Just Make It Home, Son … ' … Echoed Thru His Brain 'Just Make It Home, Son …' … Echoed Thru The Rain And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest She Said, 'Just Make It Home, Son …' And With Those Last Words, She Blessed, And Said, 'I'll Be Waiting, When You Come …' * * * * … Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield Remembers His Mama's Words 'Just Make It Home, Son … … and We'll Celebrate Our Return … Of Note: In The Words Of A Lady Rocker, Pat Benatar: 'Love Is A Battlefield' (but I Say, 'Life Is A Battlefield'
Tragedy is a spinning wheel which stops at its own will, and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives.... such was the fate of unlucky Japan, the island off the Asian mainland. When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep, people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud... feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath; how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out! Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses, unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes. Let's show our heartfelt sympathy with a kindness which surpasses all credibility, remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel never telling where it will stop to make a kill... and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.
There were three Hebrew men with one desire. They served the true God! And were cast into the fire! King Nebuchadnezzar ordered them to bow to a false idol. But they made up their minds to serve the God of the Bible! He ordered them thrown into the furnace so hot! But there was a lesson here, that was to be taught! As he looked in… He couldn't believe what he saw! He had seen the living son of God, after all! At this sight, his words broke and his body trembled! The Hebrews were unharmed! No matter how hot the fire was kindled! He called them out, yelling for them one by one. He knew they had a visit from God's holy son! He looked! And their bodies weren't even burned! They trusted their God! And had no reason for concern! This same God who rescued the three Hebrew men… Is the same God who can rescue you from sin! Though the "fires of life, may be "hot and burning." It's in the direction of God… That you need to be turning! The living son of God would like to visit you today! Won't you listen to the words of life, he has to say? He is the true God! The king of kings is he! And invites you to be with him! For all eternity! By Jim Pemberton
Do We Take Life For Granted? I believe that so often we take our life "for granted." Thinking were on this earth and "forever planted…" Scripture says our life is like "a spark in the sky." We're here today... Tomorrow we may die… "Where your treasure is"… "Your heart will also be!" Have you thought about where you'll spend eternity? Everything we need… God' s given to us already… When death knocks at your door. Will you be ready? Your soul has been purchased. Bought and paid! The gift of eternal life has, through Christ, been made! The breath that you breathe... Each day you awake. Please consider Jesus as your lord… Before it's too late! Each day we have is a gift from God above… Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love! Won't you take the time to consider life eternal? So your name can be added to heaven's journal? This wonderful life that' God has given to us… Why not allow God to come in, and give him your trust? He can change and make you a new person throughout! He is your creator and is what life is all about! By Jim Pemberton
Born in a leaky roof Chains normatively bangles Where bales' pay tribute Their fate decided by others Those who think themselves gods Like dogs they penetrated Only to recoil like serpents Swallowing the hunters game He violated their rule And spoke against their doctrines He slept but they were gone Buried he was in our minds To die a man Is to forever live
Matzos slip into their mouths Voices project merrily...tonight is The night of Unleavened Bread Lamb and other delicious Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds What a splendid night it is! Wine's brewin' in our wine cups The dinner table - creates pleasant talk During this meaningful night There's moments of quietude When it comes to de-leavening our lives But, there's moments of gladness On this night of peacefulness Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor During this night of pure bliss
I do not fear death I am almost certain that I have died before
We are sullenly mourning For security from the demoralizing night I am despairingly probing For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight We are all wishing for infinite freedom We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out? Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about? If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend? It isn't in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall! If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall If we are all leaders, why are we panicking? We are all leaders…we aren't senseless pleaders! So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state! We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers! Saunter out of sight, so we won't meet our unsettling fate! You meddled with our cries So don't point fingers, you insidious devil And forced us to believe your jaded lies SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be? If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent? If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free? Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement? We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant Striving to survive! We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent Struggling to stay alive! Disregard the mourning state; Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate You'd do me a favor to cease your supplications!
Streams of blue fluid Flows downward As fragile carcasses decay Without a peep of a sound We're in the brink of disaster… Who invited such fear and anguish? Who could lead us to quiet waters? We bleed… Polluting the waters below us… Trickling down the mountain To our filthy feet… Cleansing the sin off of our skin But, it's tangled from deep within… The eeriness breaks The hearts of a thousand strangers They all fall away powerlessly… Into the chambers of death Danger is lurking in every corner… Pursuing its evil plans To cut down our hopes… Growing like crops… Rising rapidly – It never stops Dreams of misfortune still Rapes our minds, Plaguing our happiness… Consuming the darkness… We're sprawling on the ground… We're crawling like infants… Veering briskly like serpents… Who will set our souls free From suppression? Who will preserve our hearts? Don't prey upon our Guiltless lives… We're in complete agony… Does He consider Our prayers Of support and nourishment? We scream… Breaking the repulsive solitude… Encourage us to keep on Trekking toward Your light Where's Your path? You rinse off all of the sorrow Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow The weeping ceases… While the corpses Tear into Blood-spattered Pieces… The faith of a couple of people Strengthens us…keeps us motivated… Not captivated… In misery… We're reaping our Ecstasy… Leading us to peace and fortune Keeping us accustomed To Your purifying spirit… Keeping us away from Calamity… We're hungry… Our demise is close at hand… Closing in on us abruptly Like an obscure cave… Rescue us from affliction – Embracing downhearted clouds… Those wretched clouds… Brought us rain when we asked for bread… Those merciless clouds… Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief… Remember our supplications… Appalling lightning's daring to strike us Out of cruel vengeance Out of sheer amusement Don't even attempt to weaken us We're blossoming in joy… We're under cover… You can't manipulate us Like a subtle toy We're praying for Quiet waters Offer the deceased A second chance Don't disown Our broken lives We're not alone… We're just waiting until The quiet, glistening waters Gratefully arrives…
The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief The moments of comfort are short and brief the darkness engulfs all of my senses like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end what i wouldn't give know just for a friend my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place if theres more after this life has passed me by ill wait for you all on the other side i hope I've left fond memories with you all you kept me standing after every single fall
once came a man of civil tongue spoke of another poet for what he has not done tattered his name across the morning daily sun depicted depraved drunk even a drug-addled madman he was none since 1842 grudges just for some weird kind of fun Rufus Wilmot Griswold Mr editor got his gun posted Edgar Allen Poe Was Dead died in Baltimore the day before yesterday I just shunned If this is what memoir of the author is I may be as well as be done But believing in and still reading Poe's work I have forever keepsakes of suspense and fun Tribute To Poe Memoir Of The Author Rufus Wilmot Griswold Editor Also Entry For Brian Strand's Adaption Contest
Let the past empower not devour you, blink that third eye dry and let the cowards prove, that fear effects domination, as power hungry demons were starving for confirmation, I'm hardly a conversation, I'm starting the conservation of energy through my being for seeing a brighter nation. I can no longer ponder another's fixation with digression, my ears remain ready for confusing confessions, but they attempt selling the words from concession, I won't drop or lessen my positive light, I ask, is a spiritual battle still a cognitive fight? Yes the most vital, let this bible unfold and be told with no title, don't mistake envy of state of being for actions suicidal, I just wish to prove yolo wrong, come back as a spirit so you may hear it in a song or another form of expressed emotion, so we can progress once the earth hits lost commotion, take some love and meditation and conjure up the potion as the earth's still in motion, if the leaders here would tell the truth I'd identify promotion. But what do I know I'm twenty with no college, undermined for not conforming to mainstream knowledge. Spirit, Love and Peace will grow soon, once we've vacated the station and choose to change tune
i see it before me i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction it is clearly there for me to do so the decision can stray left or right of the way I go and all I know is that it starts before me
In the corner she whimpers So softly she cries some tears Tenderly a dove does come Sending her pure grace Through darkness she completed Made it through a harsh mission Suffered pain so all may love From a dove she saw She gave everything she had She poured love to all creatures She released the dove at last So she might find death Russell Sivey
I stood in the room staring at that hard wooden floor. Thought of him and then closed the door. I looked back up and everything was black. Suddenly I knew the pain was back. But he loved me. I knew that much. Black and gray rags were scattered everywhere, And all I could do was stare. But he loved me . I knew that much. I sat on his bed and noticed that the tears started to shed. Then I saw a very dark closet. I heard our song and wanted to pause it. I felt my heart slowing with the rhythm. But he loved me. I knew that much. Light began to shine through the enormous window. I looked over, And there...was a shadow. The giant black drapes turned blue. I thought to myself:"This can't be true." Because I knew he loved me. The roses came back to life. And the bed turned white. The rags turned into his clothing. The music slowed and I didn't know what I was being shown. But I loved him. A light came from the closet. A light that was brighter than any of the stars in the sky. I saw a figure,and again,I started to cry. I saw his face,saw his smile, And knew that this was our special place. And he said I love you. Those three words meant the world to me and him . And I said, ...I love you a whole lot more.
On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know there names. There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, someones little girl. On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that someones wife. The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the answer no one knows. Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness are precious cherish them all. With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things can fade so very quick. On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves what kind of man am I? Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have to go this was not there fight. We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave their life for a question the answer we must find. William J. Harty
A world only meant for perfection Sophie can Hardly Breathe Have you ever thought about Imperfection's Beauty? Don't Look to the east, stay here with me We are The Sick We Are The Chosen Just to see--Just to be Imperfection's beauty
I walked a broken road, Why couldnt I see, Why did I refuse to admit that You were my only Hope; My only Chance of survival? Instead, You were my last resort(option); My last call. I tried everything I knew, I thought I could make it without You, But I was beaten down, bruised, cut open, and torn apart, lost and alone; I needed You. All I had to do was cry out, but something held me back; My pride was so strong. Then I hear Your Voice, Reminding me how much I need Your Help; I needed to give it up, And fall into Your ever-loving Embrace, Because You are the only One who can save me, The One I cant live without, My loving Father.
I have my wings, now I can fly But you must remember this is Not goodbye I can still see you from where I am You may feel a chill when I hold your hand I will be here through your days and nights together we have eternity, please do not fright You are sad now this I know Yet in this sadness our Love still grows So while your exploring your world, I will explore mine Believing nothing can separate us, Not space nor time And there will come a time and you will see Our love was destine to eternity Please love me free and as you do I will sprinkle God's Love and Blessing on all of you!
Jesus Died For Everyone! Jesus died on the cross for you me! So we can be with him throughout eternity. His life for ours… A ransom was paid IN FULL! Through his shed blood, we're made whole! Upon his head were placed the crown of thorns. Enduring so much ridicule and scorn. The blood from his body as it began to flow. His love for mankind clearly showed! Nails were placed through his feet and hands! The pain he went through, is hard to understand. His life for ours, is what he gave! A way to eternal life, in heaven, has been made! By Jim Pemberton
I do it for the boys, the girls, men, the women, plus Allah's unborn children look how I'm living it's similar to, your situation no money making, just chips and egg crates in front the Playstation. Cable's late again my real friends know my struggle, a rough 9 to 5 plus supplying studio time is my hussle. It's just my father, Jibri, and I shacked in a shack shackled to a broken home with no welcome mat get back. Everysince my mother left the building, the feeling ain't the same pain is building rain is killing the window pain. Winters are harsh man, but I can take it though as long as I'm wrapped up in these blankets I'm a make it man. I do it for the emcees, the djs, the b-boys, the b-girls, hip hop is a growing culture plus it's a free world. Free to manifest expressions, free to rep your section focused over nice composures flowing until the night is over. Don't be like me just be like the music you like use right rhyme and reason choose nice lines and preach them. Watch the ones leeching watch who you be with frequent cause you can end up with your dreams slowly sinking. Only you can make it in this, it's a business, forget the fame listen use your senses don't be senseless. Be patient and grind hard if waiting to shine start slanging tapes on my block & your block it don't stop. Hit up every spot around, it's a milion of us trying to get a milion bucks and chill in a vila feeling the cool breeze. I'm am who me. the same easy dude speaking jeweles do you I'm a do me. I started off young with a pen and a pad lyrics I had before that I scribbled on scraps forget about class. Entered school thinking of rap, grades sinking in math twas either skip, go home, or sit in the back. During lunch I read what I wrote they said it was dope, within battles no one put Bomb Threat on the ropes. Six years later I.....left to go solo felt I was hopeless in a group that wasn't hungry only one supplying money me. Then the south was united, two years later divided but Mama Glo, had the best ideas, but I, down no man no way no how cause if you make it in this game from the heart I'm proud. FLA I will make this official rake up a pencil for Jenah's sake I'm a make it and mention you on an instrumental. That's a promise I'm honest, show me love back hold me down southside is us you gotta love that.
Sitting here, in a room with no light Everything seems Increasingly bright And the sound seems louder Than it normally should be As I play With my excessively growing goatee It seems like a habit Having my mornings this way Yet for fun there is a price Everyone must pay Only one question dwells In the mind of thy own The answer still remains To be unknown Somewhere in the distance Unreachable by any means Sits a tall beaming United States Marine
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My mind is already at the finish line Right before the gun fired My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee what the hell you got beneath that skin That thin skin gets torn with concealed hell in my eyes Get out of my way Relax because it's over before it started It's death before dishonor Tarnish my body but don't touch my name I'd sooner be starving then ask for your aid So let me constrict my belt three more notches 'til hell It's my dignity that gets me through these rough times so keep your sleaze to yourself I keep my head held high when the options are none and all I can do is walk away from the grim reaper himself I have never ran from anything in my life and I on no account will I'll never ask for you to do something I won't do myself I put my only faith in my death and God because that's the only thing that's certain right now Man, your trying too hard With your hat tilted to the side and your faded eyes Drugs coursing through your jugular vein All you can hear is the rhythm of your death in your ear drum right before the warning shots Lucifer makes to call you home It makes me sick how you make your girl paint her face every morning what exactly are you making her hide? After daubing off Maybelline Eye-shadow and MAC foundation I realize it's me Damn, it's really me, isn't it What do you like the attention my counterfeit face attracts Nah man your just afraid of the hate in my every pore before the warning shots I'm going to be waiting for you at the finish line to show you what the hell I got
Years i felt it, there was know way out of the abiss, no point in giving a shout, who would hear it and who would care? so alone in the world just as if it was bare. My cries went un heard, no comfort i felt, alone to dwell with the cards i had been dealt, years of waiting with dark thoughts in my head, untill the same dark path led me to the light instead. The feeling of comfort knowing i was saved, my problem was someone elses i could be knowones slave, i thank GOD for saving me from that dark lonely time, knowone else could of reached me, not even myown mind. Now i walk in the light never to be alone an i seek to help others in the same way i was shown, so go in peace my brothers and sisters and hold your head high! . . never forget in times of hardship GODS right by your side.
On this parchment I am forced to write That of which I cannot speak On this oh so delicate paper I am enraptured by my under lying thoughts On this meager piece of material And this once sharp pencil I try to express the deepest of emotions On this once blank loose leaf That I now read to it's fullest I find that though I wrote about nothing On this one piece of parchment About nothing at all it seems Is full of something you feel, not just see
A desperate angel, got no wings to fly; wounded; hurt; can't spread his arms to soar beyond the cerulean sky. With eyes of fear and mournful tears; hearing only silence, makes him frail- so pathetic. As he lay on the ground- earth in his sight, embracing the floor; reaching his limitation, he's starting to fade: becoming paler, ceasing his casualty. A very sad song was played for the angel's fate. Candles were lighted; a thunderous howl: a piercing mourns. Slowly, gently, he vanished; departed; kissed the lips- orifice of death. Evenly hovered in the air, taken away by the vivid rays; where a hand reached behind the light, with a calm face, welcomed him again.
Battlefield of golden revenge Smear the midnight sky Confrontation is growing like weeds! the fear the gears of the fallen warriors Drags them to ruin the tear the fears of the grief-stricken warrior Take a hold of him Battle arises As the fighters get ensnared by their demises Battle constructs itself As the frightened warrior prays for peace... and stabs himself... Battle ceases And his heart is no longer in pieces Battle spoils And his heart is free from anguish... and toil He survived In my heart It's your time to Just let him Rest in PEACE
I keep staring out the window Missing the past Knowing it's long gone now I've always came last It's time for me to stand on my own Stay strong and stand tall Without everyone bringing me down I'm done being so weak I'll never fall I'm bringing myself back up And no one will ever bring me down again I'm rising to the top Out of the ashes of the end I've burnt every piece Every picture Spilling these words Killing these games You used to own my heart I own your soul I'll kill it in the dark You''ll never again be whole Ending these lies Breaking all ties I'll cut your wings And pull the strings From now on out You don't control me I hear you scream and shout I will be the only one to leave You'll stay on the ground Covered in blood Never to be found And me standing where you once stood I'm taking everything back Your heart will shatter and crack I smile knowing its over for you If only you had a clue
From tots barely walking unaware of life's fears. To the rich in spirit and full of years. A bright torch, now extinguished……results in tears. For blood, friends, and neighbors raw unchecked emotions surface……love, guilt, hate, anger…it's a varied toss. Realizing you will never contact, hear, or see your loved one again, only deepens the emotional loss. Do what you gotta do, to make it through. Forgive yourself….if need be seek professional help, beats wearing a strait jacket long sleeved. To the living of dearly departed matriarchs, mothers, women rest assured; "A lady always knows when to leave"…..
T That Day Christ Bled and Died… I think about that day, Christ bled and died. And think about that day he was crucified! I think about the thorns placed upon his head. And think about the wounds that bled! I think about how he endured so much shame. For you and I, he took our sin and shame! I think about how an innocent man could do this? Our home in heaven, he didn't want us to miss! I think about 3 days later, he arose from the grave! A way for salvation, has now been made! Hallelujah to Christ! God's risen and holy son! Eternal life can be ours! The victory's been won! Thanks be to Jesus! For being the sacrifice for sin! Because of his shed blood… We can be born again! Glory to God in the highest! How mighty is he! Because of Jesus! We can be set FREE! By Jim Pemberton
Be he perched atop of Everest Or on the Forrest floor Screaming out in agony The mighty never fall Send forth you army to dissipate The spirits beckon call Call on your creator if you must For the mighty never fall Hold high your sword or spear or bow Like many have before Strike hard through all your enemies for The mighty never fall Dig deep strike swift don't blink an eye Until no one left at all Battle on soldier of fear The mighty never fall Show no mercy it's for the weak Let out a mighty roar Toast the fools who've fallen short For the mighty never fall James Thomas Mahauariki Copyright © 2009
A fire in my heart Blazes brightly- for the entire world to see Caressing the wind Dancing on the wood Effortlessly glowing Feverishly hot
I will Always be your Morning Star, No matter where you are I will Not be far I know it is hard to feel me now I promise you will again someday some how I will play with the Angels and send them to you They will Heal your Heart because that's what they do Please do not worry, try not to be too sad You are the BEST parents a child could ever have God is taking care of me and He will take care of you Just let Him love you that's all we can do
When I lay down on my deathbed, Remember me…remember me forevermore When I give in to silent slumber, Don't grieve for me… I'm in God's hand – A pleasant placement that I adore When I wake up from this horrifying nightmare, Dream not…dream not of war or violence When I try to reach for my goals in life, Be not afraid of me…I'll be a success Be not afraid of thee…He wants you to have progress Shower me down with empathy and elegance You sprout splendidly like a flower in the brink of Spring Tower over me…protect me from Overindulgence You don't doubt – You are one-of-a-kind and You are a GRAND KING! When I grow weary and old, Don't desert me like a worthless garden full of weeds Don't desert me…bury me in the damp soil like seeds If you do decide to leave me behind, That would be just rude When I have high hopes and if I'll ever be as bold as The Lion, Don't take away my strength, my gift, or my gratitude When I fall asleep on eagle and dove wings, Don't worry! Don't worry about me! My heart will take divine flight When I approach heaven and its radiance Reigns upon my undying soul, It brings me love from somewhere quite a delight – Don't reject the precious light The precious light… You're a grand king! You blossom with might and victory I crown you with Loyalty, Awesomeness, and Golden Pride
floating on a log wondering where im going, hard to see land, absent in knowing. the days are shorter nights are longer the memory of u, is still fresh and new the laughter's i hear, your whispers so loud, your face i see in mist of a cloud. you've always bring me joy, not matter the times. i know your in a such better place,yet selfishness i still find. i wish to hold your hand,to lay in you arms. the feeling of needing you here, keeping me from harm. i've heard u can still see,for your watching down on me. the tears at night when i hold my pillow tight. the feel of weakness that plays a great part yet your whispers i still can hear, and as it comes so clear that frown becomes a smile.
dear old dad he's such a good supporting lad puts up with moms old fashion plaids for he knows this what makes her glad he puts up with the kids saying please and is there to wipe their noses sneeze puts up with dog barking morning thru night and cleans up the after droppings delight wont let anyone mow down the weeds insists on doing all the honey-do deeds so today dear old dad you deserve a break let me be the one to rub all your sore aches Happy Father's Day To All Dads And Stepdads We Thank You Happy Father's Day Daddy {1925 - 1981}
Gripped by fear, you're afraid to live Hide in the shadows as time hisses past you A prisoner, a slave within your own mind Before you know it, everything is gone Your time has run out A wasted life withers away Not a taste of freedom upon your tongue Find the key to the shackles that bound you Fear is your downfall A prisoner, a slave to your fears Face your shackles head on The shackles that keep you from living this life Fear of death, the greatest of all Release your shackles, let them fall Rid your mind of the fear Only then are you truly free
Very Soon, I'll Be With Jesus! I know my life on earth shall one day end… This body will turn back into dust again. I hope that in my life's remaining days… I'll be careful to give God glory and praise! I hope that with the opportunities given… I'll walk in the joy of my sins being forgiven! I'm thankful that Jesus has shown to me… How much he really cares and loves me! If not for Jesus… Where I would be? He offered his body as a sacrifice for me! Because of what he's done, I'm living today! He'll be with me! Till the end of the way! When my life closes, and a new life begins… I'll be with my savior, lord and friend! Thank you Jesus! As a new day starts! You've brought love and joy to my heart! By Jim Pemberton
In the beginining, There was a girl. She was on a rollar coaster. She saw her crush. He ignored her. He thought she was annoying. He thought she was petiful. Little did he know, She would die that day. Here's her story. --------------------------------------------------------------- Little, little girl, No cares in the world. Bruises on her face, Crazy on her trace. Little, little girl, Little, little crush. Little, little love, Little, little to much. Only on a rollar coaster, Would she believe, She was air. Carelessness filled her head, Little, little so much dread. The boy she liked, Walking around with so much might, Little, little did he know that she would die. Little, big circle coming up, She was on bottom the cart on top. Watching the cart fallin', He didn't know she was calling, His name. Heaven reached to her, But she kept herself on earth, Until she could see him again. Only on a rollar coaster, Would she believe, She was air. Carelessness filled her head, Little, little so much dread. The boy she liked, Walking around with so much might, Little, little did he know that she would die. Tell him, tell him how you feel, Little did you know it would feel so real. Now that she was dead he started thinkin', Was she crazy or was she worth loving? Only on a rollar coaster, Would she believe, She was air. Carelessness filled her head, Little, little so much dread. The boy she liked, Walking around with so much might, Little, little did he know that she would die. Now she's going to heaven, So many things she hasn't done. She sees the door and, Remembers her amore. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Later that night, After he saw her die, He commited suicide. His parents found a note from him. "I saw her die, I love her, I am going to be with her. I'm sorry" He didn't go to heaven, Neither did she, They are both stuck in limbo, At least they have each other.
Bad luck could hit hard… It's difficult to catch a flash of glory… Unfortunately, we end up with the wrong side of the coin It's tricky to snatch eternal glee… I wish I could increase your motivation and prove your significance But I have none that I own – you made a big impact on me believe it or not I want to grant you success…or I'll let God work His magic I have the passion to accomplish my jubilant goals – I just got to be energized… Be strengthened and have self-reliance I prey upon confidence… I pray for your dreams to fall into place… I have no choice, but to find my way out of this labyrinth… OUT OF THIS MESS… Suffocating me in harsh distress… Dissatisfaction could shatter your hope We are fading… we're fragments Escalating ferociously… It's almost impossible to remain at ease during these hard times… Fortunately, we have a chance to be on the right side of the coin The most difficult part of living is… Dealing with the outrageous crimes Bad luck Is totally a morbid result in life's situations… I believe that you could endure The catastrophe that burnt up your Last drop of courage… What a tragedy you turned out to be… Your morbid luck drained out your bliss And inflated you with squalid misery… Your morbid luck dragged you Into the abyss………
All my bags are packed, I'm standing at your door, I don't want to go back, I'm looking for more. All my bags are packed, I'm standing at the gates of pearl, I don't want to go back, I want the Lord to say I'm his girl. All my bags are packed, I'm waiting on God to open the gate, I don't want to go back, And lead me by the hand by eight. All my bags are packed, I love you but I'm not scared anymore, I don't want to go back, Oh please let me go forevermore. All my bags are packed, Don't want to feel so alone, I don't want to go back, God is calling me to his home. All my bags are packed, I'm leaving this place, I don't want to go back, I want to feel God's warm embrace. All my bags are packed, On Earth I feel so sad, I don't want to go back, On Heaven I'm very glad.
Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don't call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It's the only holiday that we often call "a holiday." It's true meaning, is often, taken away! It's more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It's time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It's more than going shopping at the malls… More than, "Jingle Bells," or "Deck the Halls!" It's more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you're willing "to die for!" It's more than buying the "newest in entertainment." Or receiving a gift that may "cause an embarrassment." Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let's all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let's think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that's needed! Won't you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what's important! And shouldn't be left out! He's what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let's be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton
On a bitterly cold, winter day, I was born, A new creation in a troubled world. My birthstone, the garnet. The color of blood worn on my finger, I saw no light in the dark red stone. Why not an emerald, a diamond or ruby? The garnet like blood on the snow The color as cold as death, A keepsake of despair. On a candle lit, summer night, I was born again. A new creation in Him. My birthstone, still the garnet. The blood of Jesus washed me clean. A light shined in the dark, red stone. More beautiful than an emerald, diamond or ruby. The garnet like a precious jewel in the green grass. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Eighth place in Flowers or Stones contest The color of the blood He shed for me. A keepsake of love and grace. Though each January I grow older, In the garnet, I see beauty where before I saw none. The smooth surface reflects the promise of eternity, in the presence of my Savior. And I am reminded of my Birthdays. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Eighth place in Flowers or Stones conteste
SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM Abbreviated by an early autumn night the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun, relented to September, as if dying might give reason to all things the heat and time has done; The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust, and water tables sink down to a new found low, but love always goes on, as love, it always must, through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go. There in the field, an old man points his maple cane as if a prophesy, and something we should know, always, always, always, there will be too much rain, or not enough, and only love can ever grow. There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan, up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow; and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than the fences seperating everything we know; and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze, there's little we can do, but hope for early spring, always, always, always, we fall down to our knees in love and prayer that times like this always will bring. Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much, for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky, and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch, excepting love, and that is all that gets us by. Always, always, always, love has to always be, though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain, though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe, if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.
Ferocious is the Man who fears not Frightened by none Only fearing the death, that Of his only son Legendary he is Only known by the kin Yet he has been On paper by the pen Known only by That of his name A beast of a man Who has never been tamed Only for his family Has he ever held love His wife by his side As if a turtle dove This living legend Holding the demons at bay This mythical man Is forever here to stay
Labor Day honoring those served with remembrence Tribute To Fallen Soldiers R.I.P.
Nine months is not very long...although it seems forever, since you've been gone. I still remember that knock at the door, two strangers, I recognized, by the uniforms they wore. Disbelief in the words, I heard them say...killed in action, on Christmas Day. When you left me, for a land far away...I ask Jesus to keep you safe. I have been so alone, with just my memories of you, but today your Christmas Present arrived, and he is so cute. He came into this world, giving me back my life, someone I can hold , all through the night. Merry Christmas, my sweet soldier...the words I never got to say, you gave me a gift so perfect, in every way. Even though you are not here, to hold your son, I promise, he will always know his father, and the good you have done. We will decorate our tree in Red- White- and Blue... "This year, and always, in remembrance of you." Merry Christmas from us both, your wife, and baby son, we will all be together one day....when our work is done. "Please, pray for our soldiers."
Meaning beating rhythmic patterns the letter X, an initial in my name It's a letter most people fear but once you know it dear Approaching it with-in it's text, it will be a whole new game Two sister cities once stood still one city in Africa it took a pill The sister city took it's name Africa's President took one look They declared war on a great big crook Then China once again retook the name By paging out it's domain It carried out it's plain By the way Xi men is the name I am a X
Cut I have the noose Setting all free now you choose The spice of death, life
At Any Moment… I Could Leave This Earth! At any moment, I could leave my earthly home! When this happens, I won't be alone! At any moment, my life could come to an end. When I leave, I won't be taking any friends! At any moment, eternity could come for me. Then I'll leave this world beneath me! At the moment, when my life shall disappear. I'll be with my Lord. This is so clear! At this moment, when I meet my savior above. I'll have a new body as a gift of his love. After the moment, when I depart into the life eternal. God will find my name in the "book of life's journal." I remember the moment when I invited Jesus in. And asked him to forgive my every sin. I remember the moment I received his salvation. In Christ… I was a brand new creation! This moment with Jesus can be yours as well! The choice is clear. It's heaven or hell! Won't you take a moment with him? You can know! Where in eternity God will place your soul. This moment can be yours. Jesus is talking! He stands at your hearts door, patiently knocking! By Jim Pemberton
When your most cherished object is removed , And your life's light seems to go out, When disappointments dodge your steps, And your schemes fail through; Remember the word that says, My peace I give to you, not as the world gives that your joy may be full. When your labours bring in no reward, Learn to bow your head to say, Your love is better than wine, Don't stop short of this blessed experience. Remember..................... The Holy Spirit, the true wine of life; Drops into your heart these words, From God's very throne of grace, And distills an infinite peace. REmember.....................
to think he finally found his answer to releif, would only leave pain and greif. to end his own suffering and pain. what would friends and family have to gain? his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations. suicide was not tha answer, if he only knew he shoulda been thankful. what he went through was horrible yes but staying possitive was tha test. everything happens for a reason, to find strength in god to breathe another season. this was not destiny nor fate. he had a whole life ahead of him now its to late. now near a casket they sit at his wake. maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone instead of taking a life in his own home.. Reach out your not alone god has a purpose for all us.....
I am on a journey I have been for quite awhile I know not how much further I must go But I know the destination; it is to be enriched by every life I meet on the way and to enrich every life that grace mine on the way So I must stop, to smell every rose, to cheer every heart Though the way may be fraught with fog and tempest, I have no fear and I am not lost I still remember the way home and I am fond of home It is a place of eternal life It is a house of endless love, a house of peace, a house of joy In my home, there's always laughter, hearts never break, smiles never fade, spirit and flesh never frail fear is never around, friends never leave, loved ones never die, no sad farewells there I will go home, when my journey comes to its end To my father's house will I go To the house of endless love, peace, and joy, will I return Into the waiting loving arms of my father; into the warm happy embrace of friends and loved ones, who had been on the journey and gone home before me, eagerly awaiting my return To my home, to my father's house, of endless love, peace, and joy, will I return The day of my return, I know not, but when it comes, I will know, for my father will call me home, When he calls, I will hear I will answer his call I will run to my father I will be home (Dedicated to Merl Butler)
My father died She was angry She died inside Hard to make her laugh Impossible to see her enjoy life from that point on She just existed Last few days she wouldn't eat She wouldn't take liquid Last day on this earth JOY She smiled She talked to my Dad She argued with him Laughed with him and everyone that had passed before her I watched a miracle I believe
Christ died for me… I didn't deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been "amended I'm thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a "difficult circumstance…" Jesus has given me hope. And a second chance! I'll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You've done what you said… And so much more! You're certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton 04/30/10
You Take Your God… I'll Take My Booze, Drugs And Women! Someone recently asked me: "Are you listenin'?" "You take your God!" "I'll take my booze, drugs and women! I've been there! When I lived for "the pleasure of the day." I didn't want to listen to what God had to say! Whatever felt "good." I wanted to "live it up!" There were many things I tried, that I let "fill me up." But whatever I tried… No matter how happy I wanted to be. There was still something empty deep inside of me! I've seen families break apart, over a bottle of booze. In the end, it seemed like everyone was going to lose! I've seen drugs lead people into heavy addictions. And have seen them die from various afflictions! I've seen grown man having "affairs" of various kinds. Only to burn in lust with very "sex craved" minds! Is this the real fun that people seem to crave? But too often, end up in an early grave? Will someone please tell me what going on? Or, have many people just "have it all wrong?" There's a God! And he wants to make this very clear! Today may be your party! But his judgment is near! Everything that you try will one day fail you! The life God offers, will never disappoint you! He is the answer for the satisfaction you seek! You need him in your life! Each day of the week! Won't you allow his love and peace into your life today! He'll show you how to really live in a brand new way! By Jim Pemberton
Have You Thought About How Precious Life Is? Have you thought about how precious life is? We have only a moment in time to live. What we do or don't do affects our eternal destination! We were made as a handiwork of God's creation! Whether you live to be seventy or ninety years old It goes by real fast, as I have been told! God has a plan for your life! Have you heard? His will for you… You can find reading his word! Why not take a moment. Taking some of your time? And think about God, who's loving and kind? Living for Jesus… It's up to you to choose! Without him... In the end… You're going to lose! He is what the true purpose of life is about! He can change you! And cleanse you throughout! God has given to you, another opportunity today! Please listen to what he really has to say! "Whosoever will, come and receive his salvation." All he's waiting for is an open heart invitation!" By Jim Pemberton
Take off the ARMOR OF GOD! Remove the BREASTPLATE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS! Throw away the SHIELD OF FAITH! Forget the TRUTH OF GOD'S WORD! Let's do what we want to do in our dark secret world, at our dark secret place, at our own selfish pace. Let's make our own choices. Let's listen to our own voices. Let's act by the power of OUR might. It doesn't have to be right. Let's do it anyway. Let's go astray. And when we leave that darkness and face family and friends, They'll never know about our dark place or of our dark secret sins. We will not worry about the consequences. We are fully protected by Satan's fences. And if we die in our sinful state, Hell has an open gate. NOTE: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ POEM is based on these scriptures: Ephesians 6:10-12: Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.
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
Don't cause the problems, give them a solution. The workers were hanging on electric boxes, And diving in the heaps, To search the words where files were burning, And stretching off the mentality. Nerves were tightening, Muscles were pulled forward and backward, Upward and downward, A sketch was hanging in front, How to keep straight backbone. Legs were num, over the years, Electric heat massage the cold over the bones, And body was feeling tired, Eyes were dumping in the lightening bulbs. But a packet was pulling the time softly. Smile was disappearing in the wrinkles, But a rank was jumping on personal experience, Time was always a question of figures, Sums were added, subtracts or multiplied, Zero seems always stronger than words. After thirty five years service, A happiness shakened me, The clapping were welcoming my respect, And a proud was honoring my shoulders, I were free to enjoy my lonely oldness, My past was pulling me back, My future was running a cause, My present was walking with sticks, Pills and injections were only my hope, The white dresses were crossing my eyes, My life was lying on a death stretcher, The death was pulling a wagon of my time.
Waiting... By: Candice He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance. With each passing day his heart grows colder. His passion for violence grows immensely and the remnants of his " once was life" are no longer fresh in his mind. Gunfire and roadside bombs were now a part of his everyday life. He''d give anything to be at home, warming a bottle for a midnight feeding, or preparing to change a diaper who had been a victim of a disastrous explosion. He smiles to himself thinking of his new baby boy and prays to God that he will return home safely to hold the precious miracle of life that he had not yet laid eyes or hands on. He tightly closes his eyes to hold back the threat of oncoming tears. Images of a deadly blast just days before crowd his mind, He begins to weep. This war torn life would affect him for all eternity. He was in fact, a victim of war. He would never know another restful night. Rest doesn''t come easy for a man who has seen men blown to pieces by bombs and lifeless on the terrain. However the disaster of a lost life somehow brings him strength to drudge through another day. He takes out the crumpled birth announcement., reads the print and gently tucks it away. He had never known such an emptiness. Everyday he waits. For what he is not sure. He just prays in the end, it will have been worth it.
Once again my tears have fallen. But not for someone else. They fall silently and inward Only for myself. It's ok this time That my tears are for me. I trust myself, Just this once. Tears of retribution Of anger and utter joy. My life in peaceful turmoil. Love and pain in chaotic harmony. Just for a change I can be strong enough to change. Change my heart And all my life. Peaceful and complete In hope and dismay. My feet firmly planted In the Rock in which I anchor. Just like a caterpillar, I am curled up Unready to break through Into the world. One day when my heart's complete. My wings will unfold And I a beautiful butterfly Will grace the world. A short time I will live. Until the old becomes cocooned. A new life at rebirth, A new coat of colours to show. With my new life I will strive To change my heart and my soul. Beauty shall be my end product In power will my beauty be displayed.
One day a father's father died. He wept and walked with his son that night. As they walked, his son asked, "How do I become a man?" The father responded, "Follow me to a cross and I'll show you a Man." "Who is he?" the son asked. "He is the king of kings." "How do you know?" the boy questioned. The father told his son to look up and answered with tears in his eyes, "night sky is dark, but there are stars. Bright orbs of light that mock the night. And life is dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings blind sight." "But Why?!" the son demanded. "There is no why, just what!" "Believe and know why night can't stop sun's light." "Believe and know why death can't sting God's might." "Believe and know why sorrow cannot last and suffering must fade." "Believe and know why broken hearts are best, yet hearts of steel can't rise." "In these dark days of doubt and lies." "My son, in these dark days of doubt and lies." "Just know, night sky is dark but there are stars, bright orbs of light that mock the night." "And life is dark but there is Christ, he quenched the sting of death and brings blind sight." "He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy." "Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife." "And soon he'll come to judge the dead and rule the just." "He'll set things right." "But now my son, right now just lift your hands, let his love grab hold, and let nothing in this sordid lie of life distract from that embrace." "In these dark days of doubt and lies." "Believe and know why night can't stop sun's light." "Believe and know why death can't sting God's might" "He is the author of truth and craftsman of joy." "He steals the sting of death and brings blind sight." "Confidant to whores yet sovereign master over strife." "He is the king of kings, the Christ." "Believe on his name, my son, he'll make you a man." "Believe on his name and live forever."
Yea, victors jest. They out-sped the cast of hunger's cave. Their cantors, ragged kept, did reach an faithful end. They in the din o' drizzle laugh, licking cool drams from stone, as had they crawled o'er hot pools bled to prod 'n prattle. And who'd, when quenched, a saunter risk simply to gaze at greener gray, who if by haze be fraught, need merely fathom sky? Lest be displeasured he to whom above could clouds be prone to tattle, go but shy requests, voiced dryly into azure. For so the victims passed, betrayed by breeze and snitch of brush, though Him on High, with just demand, they had beseeched. Each life a tale brought to lie, defaced, in scattered, muddy tomes. Torn is the silver lace, which once linked bone to bone. Yet risen, too, had wanton sighs, whereof his Mightiest to ask, whilst the ground, as should it care, received the rasps. For what doth emptiness command and what the unseen sovereign willeth are left matters later glibly to be bantered. Know oft' the hunt finds one befuddled, spelled by guiles of a wraith. No taunt of tail waves, no wake of twig gives sway. With head to hang, his rack he gathers in a push to halt to stand bequeathed a chide of birds and chipmunk heckles. There, the timber rout delays with naught but mettle left to drain, as the mars of rock and thistle mark the wait. Chafe of paw, tongue feathered fowl, the foiled dashes stream to words, whereto the blood, in ruddy tones, by droplets trickles.
Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by? Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie? We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal, let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral! Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory, no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility. We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble, let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble! Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright? No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark! We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom, and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism! Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God? No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word! We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness, not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!
Is still the greatest story 'twas ever related, 'Tis a tale of the soul's greatest loss. The fall from God's grace, how sin took it's place, to the death of His Son on the cross. Heaven to earth, through virgin birth, He suffered and died for all men. Brought down sin's great wall, of death to us all 'Love's story of Life' with no end. His pure blood flows free, cleanses all who believe, making clear it's the only way given. I pray that you must, in Him put all trust live eternally with Jesus in Heaven!
The turbid clouds hover mountains of fluttering maples,spruces and pines while I am crossing those bridges of wonder, adjoined by sturdy steel cables that even an impetuous wind couldn't oscillate; man's ingenuity outwitting Mother Nature... a tuneful voice rising from a spirit that perpetuates! Rageful rivers resent their lament, as fast currents struggle to find an inlet; my hard breath surrenders to an unchallenged fear! From above danger is like the force of gravity, I race with a brave face, but the harsh wind still whips it with the strength of a twister, blowing the pristine white sand... turning it into a whirling dust cloud only to diminish my visibility! Let me cross those bridges of wonder, in spite of lightning and thunder... I'll brave the fiercest storm, as long as courage allows me to proceed; night may come as quickly as frightening thoughts, but nothing would make my will recede to a darkness that suppresses the freedom of choice! When warriors are faced by a threat, they don't turn back and accept defeat, no doubt can thwart their plan: it's either death or glory, unsurmountable pain or joy; their ego is hardly broken through dire! Ah! See them crossing those bridges of wander, and like me, they rejoice when the battle ends!
new beginnings are far to difficult when the past endings have only ended to you [and not the rest of the world] i believe in THIS you show me your life but i ask what is THIS you truly love me to avoid the world but when you love me THIS is causing the world to avoid you... begone fortold lies are prophecies to the men who give their children up to poison themselves with their lusts fornication... your mind has become question THIS who ever gave you the right to live? mock me so i can see what i look like when i face you in those halls the ones full of memories i want to see the pain in your eyes [that pain that is your beauty] yes... i believe that i give up in believin THIS IS IT!
We had talked at length for hours, we had held hands Sharing the innocent intimate touch that matters so very much We had gone for a walk in the moonlight along the creekside park Watching as the lights twinkled on the boats in the bay; it was pleasant together in the late spring We ended back at her place in a roundabout way, it wasn't predicted, it just happened like that She asked me in for a coffee or two, the night was still young, what else could I do She put the coffee on and sat down beside me, putting her hand on my leg There is something I should tell you before we started just so you know from where I have parted Her eyes got real sad as she started to speak; I knew it was straight from the heart I took a deep breath and listened intently as she told of how her heart was once broken My late husband was a wonderful man, he was kind and gentle with a warm loving touch I miss him daily as he was my love But you now come along as wonderful and kind in so many ways If you are to love me and we make a new start All that I ask is you be gentle with my heart
I loved you. You were creeped out. I loved you. You were all I thought about. Dreams bring misery, To this little life. I will use trickery. I don't go down without a fight. I will survive without you. You don't control me anymore. I will survive without you. You're not for me to adore. The mess you made, Taking my life for granted, Leaving me in a barracade, You never knew how much you mented. I am in control. Foreign language brings nightmares, Because I would curse you, And you would figure out later, That I once loved you. Teardrops cover my doorstep. Remember how much you ment, I gave you my heart you kept. And you left me there when I wept. I will survive without you. You don't control me anymore. I will survive without you. You're not for me to adore. The mess you made, Taking my life for granted, Leaving me in a barracade, You never knew how much you mented. I am in control. You left me there, In the pouring rain. Bleeding without care, My feelings were drained. I left... I left... I left... The past behind. I will survive without you. You don't control me anymore. I will survive without you. You're not for me to adore. The mess you made, Taking my life for granted, Leaving me in a barracade, You never knew how much you mented. I am in control. You're not Mr. Man anymore. I took back my control. How does it feel being cold, To lose it???
who loves ya baby hmmm now let me see I know my mommy did even though her shoes I did hid I think my daddy did when I didn't make him snid brothers and sisters well maybe just a little when I didn't get in the middle my grandpa and grandma surely does for I'll do anything for them just because I know my little girl loves her momma even better than president Obama my dogs and cats loves me even if they continue to make me sneeze even my close friends new and old still spark the love for we will alway's go on and well above paperboy surely does cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs milkman used to when I didn't make him shu bill collectors oh yes for I'm their baby who they love the best so who loves me well lets just continue to see Tribute To Love Also Entry For Deborah Guzzi's Who Love's Ya Baby Contest
The old man sat drinking his morning brew. Wondering what in the world he was going to do. His savings were gone due to paying doctors and such. He didn't want to bother his kids, that would be asking too much. Life had really turned sour, it had taken on such a hellish theme. It seems that when he closed his tired old eyes, it was only bad things he'd see in those dreams. As he sipped on his coffee he closed his hands, He said Lord what has happened I once was a man. Lord please forgive me if I murmur a lot, You see I'm tired Sir, I've done all that I can. The old man wasn't foolish, nor overly proud, age was taking it's toll and she wasn't abundantly kind. The decisions he knew he must make, he knew he should do while he still was strong of mind. He said Lord please I need Your guidance for these things I must do. He said I've always counted on You Lord You've always pulled me through. Then he heard it the faint knock upon the door. He said come on in it's open, then he heard the footsteps on the floor. The voice he heard was so sweet as it beckoned him to his feet. He said I've come to take you home, there is someone you should meet. And standing there behind the voice stood our Savior in his door. You've done your job, you've done it well, but now I need you more. Thank You Father, the old man said as he placed his old hat upon his head. As he turned and looked there stood Jesus reading from His book, twas the old mans name which Jesus read. He said you have been a good and faithful servant friend, so please enter in. The other part of the story was not the end, it's just how this story begins. Glory To The Lord
Lifeboat men so brave............ A personal tribute to the man and woman of the R.N.L.I. "The Royal National Lifeboat Institute". Bravest men amongst the brave, The lifeboat volunteers. Precious people saving lives, As they've done for many years. Through the waves of raging water, Being battered by the storm. These precious people saving lives, Heroes one and all. Being called in all conditions, Whether sunshine, snow or rain. Never knowing what's ahead, Or will they see their homes again!!! Hurricanes and twenty foot waves, Smashing at your soul. Dedicated lifeboat men, With a never ending goal. So many crewmens lives been lost, Still many lives they save. Always putting themselves at risk, These lifeboat men so brave. To the R.N.L.I. volunteers, With such courage there's only few. May the seasons always bring you home, As the Lord watches over you.
She said: "Why are you like that?" He said: "Because I've been there and I'm done with that." She asked: "Do you think I'm like everyone else?" He answered "No. You just remind me of myself. " She asked: "What do you mean I remind you of yourself?" He replied: "It means I'm not going to waste time on you or anyone else." So then she asked: "Do you hate you? Is that what you really mean?" He continued: "Yes, you are worthless, therefore reminding me of me. Don't you get it? I can't stand you because of all the sadness your face happens to bring." She cried: "You are a bastard with a father! You should have never been born you should have remained an unborn offspring" He told her: "Go away you can't change anything!" But before she left him... streaming rum flavored tears changed everything. He screamed: "Life------ You've left me nothing. For what more of me could you possibly be asking? She replied "I've left you with another chance. You should've lost me forever on this night. Now seek what you look for and don't disregard that which you can't find."
Soul surrender, each reach opaque, gathered incomplete gain; all willingly given for millisecond sight of sky as was eons ago, day guide towards monolith riseth ten thousand kilometers. Crowned temple as arches multiply and vie for attention by exhale ever so slightly to glorify manifestation of timid illusion, glue to stone seat stare blank blue hue blink. Envision outside Smith's grocery store, poisonous pack concealed in cellophane wrap pounded upon palm to situate tobacco properly. Corner clarity bare witness stretched weathered skin fallen upon weary bones, a dusty duet walk, pull trigger in longing serenity lapse moments as weak, draped in silence. Half hunched over little time prior to cruel muse grip. Left of man lurches ahead in front, near dry woman cuts right. Woman cries out, "the car is over here," in crackling strained voice. Shout carries in breeze to hearing aid. Man halts, confusion infection injects sense, fifteen yards distance but reluctantly switches direction to join other shortly. He speaks. "I knew that," quip in deep toned disbelief by woman who vocalizes doubt. "No you didn't, not to mention you've been doing that a lot lately." Adjacent to one another couple takes gravel path to vehicle, twenty-two car crash inevitable seconds later. Life is but a dream. When you die, you wake. Stay asleep, eternity creep close, potential outcome grows to singular eventuality. Law obsolete, physics but self, capability extends hallucinations, and being hinder significant beauty wither. When stop, smile.
In the wake of India train Bombings-7/11/06 Wake up blessed people; shine your light in the night, Tomorrow may be another day, but evil walks the shadows tonight. As silence falls on the minds of the contrite heart, Cowardly they watch as the monsoon rains start. Awaken my loyal people, another train awaits, Tomorrow's but another day, lets not lose our faith. Love is for the living, and we will live to love, They cannot destroy us, only the Lord above. Wake up my vibrant people; let's stand tall, Tomorrow is another day, lift all those who fall. Our bodies are just hurt, but our minds still live on, Our dead we've buried, but our spirits still strong. Stand tall beautiful people, lets lead the way, Tomorrow's not far away, together we'll walk brave Our courage we hold dear, no one can touch, Our hearts are but broken, our souls still so large. Stand up my faithful people, lets walk on, Tomorrows yet another day, we'll still sing our song. Our lives are but borrowed, and that is the fact, We're all God's people, fear is just a setback. Rise up Gods people, the nation is strong, Tomorrow's come already, and we're still holding on. A billion souls they tried to burn, but together we're bound, by Love alone. Riah
Thank YOU Letter Thank You for loving me It was Your undying love that saved me Thank You for dying for me It was Your precious blood that bought my liberty Thank You for always being with me You promised to never leave or forsake me Thank You for the pain, suffering and ridicule You took for me It is because of the Cross that I have been set free Thank You for sending the Sweet Holy Spirit at any cost For without Him I'd still be lost Thank You for being a Friend that sticks closer than any brother I truly love You--You're like no other I wait patiently for You to return again Thank You YESHUA for being a Friend til no end. I love YOU.
Oh heroine come save me now . As you have saved me all my life. You have saved me from every terrain. Every tragedy.Every moment of loud cry. How do you fly so fast with out a cape,plane or wings? With out supernatural power. Supernatural you are not,but equal with that super natural power. You are not super man. Green lanter,bat man or robin. You my dear, a wonder woman. Similar to a lioness,carrying a cub in its mouth, through a raining storm. Similar to a mother kangaroo carrying its baby in its pouch. When I have ever saide ouch you sat me on the couch, rubbing my wombs with peroxide. Saving me from the boggy monsters dark scare with a night light. At birth you girdled me with an invisible cloak. Invisible to the evil villains stare,invisible to sins that stole innocence. Late nights you saved me from hunger,stirring a pot of love. You untied the knot from around my neck. Saving me from the brink of death.You saved me from my self. You saved my poetic downfall, with this heroine topic.The topic is you, my heroine, oh heroine ,oh heroine,my motherly savior.A heroine,A saving pair of hands. Saving dreams from the dark. To a land of light.Oh heroine ,oh heroine, my warrior heroine. Defeating tears,fears,safe guarding family values with a shield of homley rules.When my blood ran dry,you slit your wrist. I drank your blood.Oh sacrificing heroine,my heroine dies.Cause of death blood transfusion. In this world I stand in confusion .Come back oh motherly heroin,saving heroine,Oh please my heroine,ill miss you heroine.
down down down, knock it down to the basement blowing stuff up for a book never made sense the books were made, we've been screwed since religion should be talked about in past tense hence, the age of ignorance is over ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders its a heavy weight to carry but death is a women i would gladly marry if it means i could stop the torment and destruction of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted the mind is pure, void of superstition don't transmit unto your loved one your condition let them grow up, and make their own decision because i know if you did they would never choose the same path they would figure out the simple math they would never be so arrogant to believe this world was heaven sent and was made with them in mind they would reject any mention of a being divine only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain eternity, what is there to gain is this life and this world not enough for you you need another, and another, and another too it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have don't let your children fall victim to the same fad
As far as my mind can perceive, that which is all I have come to believe Stands true to my soul, and as I grow old realizing there's more to be seen. If you share same nature in feeling, and have courage enough not conealing Then dont be afraid, express it in ways, assessing the cards god is dealing. Trust that god in its general name, shows creater just what it has made Wayward cultures confused, helpless people are used in the race to place all the blame. You are brave enough to construct, true religion yet faux claims deduct Then you'll see there is reason for changing of season, and "coincidence" isn't just luck. Its whats positive that which I feel, and negative hits harder than steel I find more joy from the up, so darkness gets fluxed and spirit steers better my wheel. How did I possibly come to conlusion? obtain vision and not just illusion? I read people like books, so when teachers tried to look I either embraced or gave resolution.
Johnny Clare is an example of many a young man who Cowboy'd in the truest sense of the word. He did a job. He did it well. Though he met an untimely end, his life did not go unnoticed. Continental Oil Company put up a monument to a young man who worked for them, but Larry McWhorter's words made him real. The essence of who he was is immortalized in that poem. It is more than a poem about one Cowboy...it is a poem about every Cowboy who ever rode for the Brand. It is a poem about the heart and soul of men who built our country through hard work and sacrifice. It is a poem about one man's basic belief that time may march on, but those everyday Cowboys like Johnny Clare will not be forgotten. The monument stands as a reminder of "where," but Larry McWhorter's words stand as a reminder of "why." His words, a tribute to the spirit of man and a lesson on how to live what you love. I cried that day. Tears of joy for having shared this moment with Larry and Andrea; for having one of my heroes of Cowboy Poetry recognize me and for his gift of words to me. We have been friends since. I love and respect him and Andrea; because they are good, kind, strong people of the land with deep conviction in their faith and strong relationship with the Savior. They live each day with grace, they give that grace to others and they make all strangers friends. Proud am I that I know them. Lucky am I that I got to go to Weatherford, Texas that day. I have learned that it's not the trail we ride, but the tracks we leave behind for others to follow that matters. Time may march on, but word and deed live on forever; as does the spirit of any person dedicated to living life to the fullest while serving their fellow man. The impression we leave is our memorial to this earthly life. Building a monument with words and telling the stories about others so they are never forgotten is our memorial to those we love and admire. Johnny Clare, Larry McWhorter, all those men I grew up with and those I am privileged to call my friends; all living life their way by the Grace of God, all fighting the good fight and marching forward no matter the obstacles, all inspiring us to live life to its fullest. When it comes to great men of heart and spirit the memory never fades and the words of praise are endless. And that, my friends, is the greatest monument of all.
As time marches on through the hall that is my heart, it meets locked doors stumbles on and stops... no place to go the light flickers as the candle burns bright the wick, my life - the light, my hope I follow time down the darkened hall and on out through the locked doors we pass quietly and do not disturb the peaceful slumber of the soul ...and time marches on... lost loves and forgotten dreams lie still on an empty floor they fade away, dissapear, and die as an eternal hope lingers on, on I walk as the candle burns my life away more is forgotten yet more is experienced as time marches on (and on and on) it rolls crushing the feats of the day the dreams of tomorrow the hopes we once had the wars they will end the heavens they will fall to this power, crushes all taking life (starting anew) light, dark, peace, war, love, and hate in the end it's forgotten yet the beginning means so much what of your hate? what of your love? what of us all? we leave us behind to experience the rest... is what we need a rest is what we crave so take now your time and spend it well the yesterdays are gone, tomorrow's not yet here ...and time marches on... it passes without you seeing you see it without knowing you touch it without feeling you reach without touching and as your hope dies it sits in your heart, as your search ends you lose it forever, what you've had all along setting on life making dark our thoughts enlightening our dreams and ruling our hearts for none to judge for all to see for us to have for them to hold for we all praise for we must know that all we've seen must never go for time is all I have and I follow as it marches on and on and on it moves the time (my life), the light (it burns) the wick (it's gone), ...and time marches on ...
He was born to sing upon his land Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands Didn't matter who you were That voice you'll remember for sure A voice that could shed many a tear Or make you just want to stand up and cheer Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man Made me today of who I am Across oceans far and wide Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride Now he soars amidst his eagle friends High above the rockies bends Oh Johnny this song's for you As I sing about your eagle friends too In Loving Memory of John Denver { 1943 -1997 } Soar My Feathered Friend { R.I.P. }
Christ' Death On The Cross… Christ died for me… I didn't deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been "amended I'm thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a difficult circumstance…" Jesus has given me hope... And a second chance! I'll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You've done what you said… And so much more! You're certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton
He wore his badge with honor and respect, For twenty two years on the streets his duty he would never neglect. Many a poor soul he gave a warning and a break, And many had listened to the words that he spake. He was given the nickname Chance by those who ran the streets, For wanting everyone to get an even break especially on his beat. He would not tolerate excuses from those who would not learn, And second chances from him were hard to earn. Mommas would tell him of bad things their kids would do, In hopes that he could help them through the troubled times they all go through. And chances are he'd set them straight, And sometimes he would show them the consequences, and say it's up to you to change your fate. Then one day tragedy struck and his life that day it took, And this little community now torn apart, forever shook. They tracked him down and brought him in, To let the courts decide the fate of this mans sin. Just a teen who got scared and had a gun, Was now at the mercy of the court for the crime he had done. A plea of guilty with tears in his eyes, he said I'm sorry, I just got scared, He poured out his heart, his soul he bared. He said I found the gun it wasn't even mine, I was showing it to a friend when Officer Chance walked up behind. I remember seeing his badge that is all I know, And hearing the blast as I was handing it to Chance, all I did was let it go. I ran out of fear and the sight of his blood really made me scared, I never intended no harm and this is one person I wish God would have spared. The jury returned nearly as quick as they had gone, Not Guilty, let this be a hard lesson you've learned, and another chance for a new future, Chances' last words "grant this child a new dawn."
This is a Romer & Juliet Poem. I love that book. ------ Victims of fate, Running out of hope. Hoping to get back together, To be with their loved one forever. Wishing to hold on to each other, These star-crossed lovers. The plans that never worked, The ideas that had failed. Soon this entire fate, Will bee mislead cause of their demise. Wishing to kill for one another, These star-crossed lovers. Always to be remembered. This wife Juliet, And her Romeo. To love one another, These star-crossed lovers. These victims of fate. They could have had hope. These star-crossed lovers, Will always have love.
please do not fear death I know it is but scary but have faith today and keep your feelings at bay
Im in a better mood today, Realized something important, Feeling life is more than living a day, Honoring and maintaining your is the best way. Running in circles is the worst life program, lets break out some crafts and make a new diagram, Must review the old crap, scribble it out, but never erase, Learning from history, you can embrace the future's taste, Look at your goals, How many points have you scored? You're looking to start new records, Change your attitude, you'll do much better, If you're negative, you must retrain your brain, Turn that energy into something positive, Otherwise you'll continue to drive everyone insane, World is full of too many that turn their heads, Maybe that why you don't get a good nights sleep when your in bed, Toss and turn, toss and turn, kick, whatever else comes to you, time for a new routine, something is bothering you, Do what you feel makes you count, Never too late for a rebound, Don't let others get you down, If you want it badly, You're triumphs will make them frown They'll disapprove, They'll gossip, They'll give dirty looks, But when you open your mouth... They wont say *****to you. You've done something they've failed to do Recognized the potential you got in you!
Eighty one years, just a blink of an eye, in a moment of mortal decease, the stars, rained down from the heavens above, crumbling decrepitly at her feet, an incandescent divine light emerges, peace befalls the spirit and soul, engulfing her sorrow, releasing her pain, from contrived tribulations and woe, letting go of what was once an existence, feeling euphoric her heart is serene, she finds, she is more than just alive in death, she finds that she is free.
Lay your head down precious one And dry your eyes right now For dreams of happy endings Will be coming anyhow The rains will stop, that much we know Though we may not know how So walk ahead to dryer ground Where my love will abound Know that when you're all alone I've never been more near And when you think I'm gone from you I'm holding you, my dear The nights will pass before you know The sun will rise once more I'll be with you in the sunshine And with you in the storm In the sunshine, in the rain Just look up to the sky And wish you may and wish you might And to you, I will fly I'll never leave you, never go Where you can't find me there Just look inside your heart to find The love we share
big satchmo renowned jazz pops In Loving Memory Of Louis Daniel Armstrong {Satchmo Or Pops} {Aug 4th 1901 - July 6th 1971} Also Entry For Brian Strand's Spetimal Fun Contest
Through the clouds toward the bright light. The gates of Heaven are in sight. No more sadness no need to roam. No more earth Heaven`s my "forever home." The angelic choir sins my favorite hymns. Saint Peter comes over to let me in. I look at the streets of gold. in the distance God`s mansion I behold. God calls me he knows my name. I`m so happy now no more pain. out stretched arms he welcomes me home. "well done my daughter I`m glad your home."
I do not shudder at the thought of my passing For my Lord has promised me life everlasting Death will seem to have fulfilled its endeavor But instead, I'll be more alive than ever I need not fear the icy kiss of death At that moment when I take life's last breath For the Lord Jesus Christ will usher me home In His loving arms, I won't be alone In those last final moments, He'll come to my side And gently lead me to where I'll abide Warmly embraced in His loving care Forever and ever in Heaven so fair Here's just a little glimpse of what Heaven is like No sorrows, no tears, carefree as a tike Pure joy and happiness that will never end Wouldn't you like to have a part in this, my friend? Do you have the same peace and assurance as I To carry you through on the day that you die? For the time will come, just as sure as you were born So it's crucial, today, to get right with the Lord If you choose to reject Him, let this be your warning: You choose an eternity of sorrow and mourning An unending state of torturous dying Apart from God's love, you'll be moaning and crying He patiently waits, but please don't delay Make your Creator also your Savior, today Repent of your sins, His forgiveness you'll receive Give Jesus your heart, trust and believe He's our Mediator to God the Father There's no other way, so don't even bother Take no heed to false religions of today For those counterfeit beliefs claim to show the way But Jesus says He is the Life, the Way, the Truth That He has risen from the dead is the living proof So ask, and He'll be with you at your final breath How wonderful it is to have no fear of death!
The Night Belshazzar Died… The night when Belshazzar seen God's writing on the wall, He did not know that soon Babylon would FALL. This king who thought he was so "awesome and great." Didn't know that death soon would be his fate. "Eat, drink and be merry" was the motto of the day. But God had something else to say! The days of endulging themselves in wickedness and sin, Was soon to be destroyed by their enemies within. This life which for long you have enjoyed, Shall one day perish and be destroyed. Allow the "writing of God" to reach your heart's door. It is for you that Jesus died for! Don't allow the enemy to destroy your soul. For Jesus loves you more than you'll ever know! By Jim Pemberton 2008
Mary sits by a window crying hoping for something to change she has learned that she is dying and that nothing is the same Mary wipes away her last shed tear she thinks of a phrase held dear "There is nothing to fear when God is near" Mary knows she is going home a place away from hate the glory road she'll roam up to the pearly gate Mary gives a smile a smile that is true and that hasn't been seen for a while she says, "Lord, I'm coming home to you."
I died on the operating table at Yale. My brain aneurysm explosion was off the scale. My heart, my brain and my lungs all failed. My life was shaken like a 10 on the Richter scale. My life, like a train, was totally derailed. I left my body and above it I sailed. I looked at my body and it appeared very pail. I heard my doctor say, "we've lost him!" My chances of resuscitation were very slim I heard the machine going beep, beep, and beep. I looked at my body and it looked like I was sleep. To the other side I sailed like express mail. Upon returning, I saw my doctors assail. They worked at a heroic scale. They continued their work to keep me on earth. I heard my doctor say, "we've got him back!" I re-entered my body and began my comeback. The number of days hospitalized was one-eight-zero. Because of my miraculous recovery, I shout bravo!
my dear friend today I received letter from your mom and dad stated that killed while serving seems like only yesterday were cruising on our 4 wheelers I shall honor thy name displaying flag and medal of valor on mantel Tribute To Dear Friends And To Our Troops
The journey begins Long before any can know But you understood There was much further to go We live out our lives And we all have our dreams But our time here together It's not quite as it seems There is something more That most travellers can't see But you knew the secret Of just what we can be A never-ending circle That time will always renew A connected universe You're heart always held true Whoever we are Be it strangers or friends We are part of this journey From the beginning, it never ends You're passing will hurt We will feel loss and the pain But your spirit's released Beginning its journey, anew yet again Some will believe That your time here is through But you are now free Just another journey for you When there's nothing more left And life leaves nowhere to hide I'm happy to know you're travelling Right here at my side
What if today was the day? You were reborn A brand new life to portray Old life to scorn Would you follow the same road Or start anew New seeds of life to be sowed New point of view What if today was the day? You were to wed To be united as one To forge ahead To create a good future Living to love Be a caring observer Be a part of What if today was the day? Your child's birth Are you ready to allay Behold their worth A family to nurture The seeds to sow A caring life preserver Watching them grow What if today was the day? The words you fear To face life and come what may The end is near Would you reach out, far and wide To find a cure Could you say, you're satisfied You need no more What if today was the day? It was to end Would the good you did, outweigh Would you amend Did you fulfill all your dreams What's your life's worth Did you go to the extremes Or need rebirth?
Thinkin' back I wonder how my life had begun. Father told me, " Well it began with the rising sun." I asked my father, " When will it be done?" He said, "Boy, it'll be done when you have no fun!" Life's meant to be fun! Don't think otherwise! If it's not, your life is done! Keep the glint in your eyes! Thinkin' back I wonder where my friends had gone They said, "To the liquor we've been drawn! Drinkin' too much and passin' out on the lawn! Not wakin' up and headin' home until near dawn!" Life's meant to be fun! Don't think otherwise! If it's not, your life is done! Keep the glint in your eyes! Thinkin' to myself I wonder where my family had headed My mother said, "Well your baby sister has been wedded! And gettin' married your big brother has dreaded! But don't worry, I love you all, you're tightly embedded!" Life's meant to be fun! Don't think otherwise! If it's not, your life is done! Keep the glint in your eyes! I'll live forever, I swear! My death you won't bear! Don't worry, dear! It's all so clear! Life's meant to be fun! Don't think otherwise! If it's not, your life is done! Keep the glint in your eyes! Thinkin' back I wonder where my final piece had been Blue eyes, red hair, prettiest thing you've ever seen! Loved this lass since we were just young teens! If I was a king, she would be my beautiful queen! Life's meant to be fun! Don't think otherwise! If it's not, your life is done! Keep the glint in your eyes! I'll live forever, I swear! My death you won't bear! Don't worry, dear! It's all so clear!
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 03/11/11
they wept they crept but i cradled death unto its first steps and what i loved has fallen with me to weild a blade are to weild this tale i come before my fears darker than the sea and the only enmy i see is me i surrender myself now i can live death or life is what i choose to give sever from fears and mortal tears as you listen to a dead mans tale
The days of endless dreaming Joyous afternoons Endless laughter Have come to an end The day I took my last breath A fragile bridge Goes over the glistening water Where animals of all sorts Come and gather around Dazzled by the view That is were I unleash my dreams The secrets no one knows My most wanted desires Unforgivable memories My whole life is spread upon this bridge I would spend countless nights Imagining my fairy tale Happily ever after that are to come And princes' to make me a princess Having my perfect moments The last of my time I was dreaming at night Looking at the water over the bridge Closed my eyes to make a wish Then I fell… I sunk down to the bottom Slowly and ever so carefully Nobody was there to witness To lend me a hand As my feet touched the end My air was shortening Creating me only a memory I saw the moonlight shining Wanted so desperately to reach out and touch it But I have taken my last breath My memories that have filled the land Secrets that only the clouds knew Desires the water only heard Flowing in the air In remembrance of me
How does one begin to have recognized First it requires that one admits to one's self Do I live my life in search of perfect health? Then the dark side has ye hypnotized You see the darkness is quite clever Once you wallow in its fear of loss Are you starting to understand you pay the cost? Controlling your destiny forever Caring not for another human being condition Driving in you a false perception of need Increasing in you one's emotional greed See now thee that it has a dark mission?
Summer of 1990, Ill winds had blown all year, I was feeling kind of battered, I lived in constant fear, Mother died, left my cheating wife, Lost my job, no more value to life... My last lifeline was my father, In deepest mourning too, I knew how bad we were hurting, I knew what I wished to do... So that summer I drove him and I, To Montauk, Long Island, under beautiful sky, With the world's most beautiful beaches, Restaurants, historic sights, 120 miles away... Anticipating a bit more than fun days and nights.... See, I needed no return ticket, Planned not to travel back home I would marry the Atlantic Ocean, No more in pain to roam.... Walk down the wedding aisle, into the deepest sea.... My only concern, my father, How much more sufffering would there be? But sometimes one's own pain, Overwhelms reason and heart, I was prepared to be selfish, And take my chance to depart... We had some days of fun, But on my chosen day, I brought a beach chair to the beach, Tape recorder, bottle of scotch... Sat facing the mighty ocean, Hoping this I would not botch... Spent all night, and next morning, Sitting by, and staring at, the sea... Scotch seemed ineffective, Maybe too much on the mind for me.... Of course the music was comforting, All from the 30's and 40's, Music my father taught me to love, My mind was racing nowhere, There was no insight from above... Eventually I grew weary, Returned to my seaside room, My father relieved to see me, Somehow that eased my gloom... See, there's still love for me out there, And lots for me to do... How could I hurt this injured warrior, A man who had my deepest admiration, Love, and true respect... I had been foolish to even think it, And later, when I thought about it, For one to take one's own options, Is to disdain God's gift of life, To spit in his face, even... Perhaps creating God's strife... So, I survived, and learned much, From that fateful day... When all seems completely hopeless, Somehow God will find a way. Epilogue; Driving home, radio played the Eagles, "Hotel California"...a song which has new meanings to me, and never fails to remind me when I chose, at the last moment, to step back from death, and seek the magic of hope, faith, and love. tom
You are my Hope You are My truth You are my Love You are the reason For me I can't do this Alone always be there for me and I'll promise to Live
That night when Jesus went alone to pray. He knew his death was just a heartbeat away. As he was taken by the soldiers that night. He surrendered without even a fight. He was soon to be whipped, ridiculed and scorned. While so many people watched sadly and mourned. "Crucify him" was the cry of the large crowd. This cry could be heard ever so loud. The crown of thorns placed on his head, the drops of blood fell as he bled. He carried the cross, even though his body was ripped apart. This was from a true compassion and love from his heart. On the cross, where his body was nailed and bruised. Read; "THIS IS JESUS- THE KING OF THE JEWS!" As his mother watched, she cried and sobbed. As Jesus committed his spirit to his father-God. As they carried Jesus to the tomb that day, the crowds were silent— with nothing to say. Many had forgotten what the prophets had said, 3 days later—he would rise from the dead. He taught people his message of eternal life and love. Soon to return to his kingdom above. It was for you and me that our savior came. He waits for you to call on his name. Receive his gift of hope, love and eternal salvation. Please do it now—with no hesitation. His gift of love is for you to receive. All you have to do is simply believe! By Jim Pemberton 07/25/07
No scene as sacred as history's rugged Calvary. As majestic as falling rain on a desert soul's revelry. Christianity begins where religion ends…with resurrection. Resurrection gives life a makeover stance for redirection. History's pivotal theme is central for the transforming cross. On Easter you'll find life from His grave, empty without loss. That Calvary's stone-door is to enable disciples to enter in. Christ took my place, there, to give me a place without sin. No pain, no palm; no thorns, nor throne; no cross, no crown. Grateful for life's theme, He makes me triumph over death unsound. All Heaven's awed by such a cross; Hell is terrified for Victory's raid. Let Heaven rejoice, humanity sing, for power over Death has been paid.
Days have gone & times have passed, Since the days i have seen him last, Without darkness there would be no light, I keep this in thought on lonely nights, I can not wait for this time to pass, Two brothers together again at last, In my mind I see his face, His memories stuck in a special place, All the things we did together the memories we share, It seems so wrong, this is not fair, i will always keep him in my heart, That is why we will never be apart, When I start to wonder this i will know, He will be with me everywhere i go, He's the one who will always be on my mind, He'll be there to open my eyes when i go blind, When i lose hope and my mind begins to roam, I'll just have to remember why I wrote this poem.
T.C. Was He Pai-doung The Sun Now Gone So Wrong Thank You Your's True Entry For Abe Lopez's Native American Ekphrasis Contest In Loving Memory Of Tommy Wayne Cannon T.C. {1946 -1978 }
In spite of this rising, darkening sun I will bathe in the rays of the brightest light And stare straight at the source To prove that I will not lay down to die Or lie paralyzed I will dance beneath the brightness of a million tanning salons being burned to the ground And sing songs over the sounds of their collapse To show that I will not go without resistance
You went away, Way too far. But you will always be, My shining star. My star that shines in the sky, To tell me you're still there. You're my star that always shines, To tell me you still care. My star that is always there, That never loses its shine. The only one in the sky, That I always seem to find. The one that never, Ever goes away. Always there, Where it wills always stay. It will be there shining down on me, Whenever I need it. And also when, I feel like I need to quit. And it will be there, When everything's not okay. Because you're my shining star, That's never going away.
Slender beams of accusation enter this darkened place as I kneel, always lost, always forlorn, frozen here, waiting. Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, sparing not my naked outstretched arms. Realization dawning on my face. I raise my head, now kneeling before this airy salvation.
Day of a Coming, It is there in the mist of time. There in the mist of the night somewhere there in a cloud of the night. It is a mist about that fills the air. No, not that of a rain but that of a coming of a thief of the night. That of a soul to which we seek in a time of need but there deep in the heart to which we need. It is Christ I see as I await this day of a coming. It is my heart fulfilled as he has awaking the dark. It is life in Christ I need as each day I wake in a need. Not just that of life but that of a hearts need. It was a hunger like none other I have ever known as he has fulfilled my heart like none has known. It's there deep inside we soar that of the highest skies. Only to be that of the world but to forget his words as it was said, man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeded out of the mouth of God. But it is there we forget the things to which he gives us love. To which he gave us Jesus and that was love. Why you suppose we seek that not of his love? Is it because we fall to that which is of a worldly love and not that of heavens love, it is that of God's love I see as I seek that of none other. So as it was written, seek first the kingdom of heaven and all these things will be add unto you but it is there we fail to believe and get down on bending knees. It is there we pray not for but live in life for. It is a soul yarning for love as we find ourselves feeling not love. It is a heart of love as the same as he gave us love. But that of a soul of darkness to which seeks a coming of light. But there in the heart we have no light because we fail to seek that of his light. He sends a sword upon this earth not to condemn but that all should be saved. But yet we look not to his coming but to this world to save. So fix your eyes on the sky that one day there is a coming. There is that of a higher love and he's the reason to which we love. And that day of a coming is a day that I will truly be loved. For it is a day of Christ but that of a God's love to which will fill the night but it is the day of a coming to which my heart will be complete on this night. And that the day of a coming when I will forever be with Jesus and forget what this life was about and remember that it was his coming that gave me love of the heart. For it was because of him that I loved all this night. And to all, I wish a God bless night.
infinity lost divinity am i joking myself? i hate it here... stop these voices wont shut up they keep on talking they keep on yelling they keep on screeching their nails upon my chalkboard heart amen for them those tiny people i do not know what this is a poem to a savior or trying to create one its not the latter for i need not lie walking down the streets with streetlights overhead i wake up in the morning to find my body dead it lays there oh so fragiley with insicions running deep it seemed like someone wanted to forget me in their sleep [or mine...] the time to dream has come close, eyes. close. leave this world with slumber in your head and leave this mind with my body dead control me control this control everything i never wanted anyways cuz i dont care... stop trying to make me you you demon you foul little item of filth i rest here to refuel myself transfuge my heart for the bleeding continued throughout the evening twilight such a simple word is there a place that i can hide so everyone can see me? cuz i want to be there in the blackened spotlight... pity is my apathy my little remedy the tiny thing that makes me feel like im happy like im pittied mockery is what i love to say especially involving you... hope to die and hate to live why did the chicken cross the road? if all that was there was a noose goodnight goodnight the sun has risen
Stepping from this earthly plane, feeling like you're home again, unencumbered by the weight of the corpse you've come to hate. Upon this plane, there is no Time, no rushing, waiting, no deadlines, travel is no longer slow, just think of where you want to go. There is no Future, nor a Past, you feel harmonious at last. the questions that you struggled with, you realize, now, did not exist. And now your Soul is free to fly, those left behind are...left to cry, the earthly plane of dark delusion, was just an agreed upon illusion. ©Danielle White
Love rises, tears fall, One of Gods children has heeded his call. A life of love and pain he leaves, Gaining love abundant, brushes the pain from his sleeves. Now he watches from above with the laugh that we all knew, the same one that was set in our memories as we all grew. A pole-vaulting accident could have left him sterile, However, those long legs kept everything out of peril. Plentiful love he showed us all here on earth, A love we recognized even at birth. Husband, Father, Grand Father, Great Grand Father, we miss you dearly, You and your example will be in our thoughts constant not just yearly. In Gratitude, honor, and humility I salute him for his service, Not to the country, but for his family did he sacrifice. We now carry on with your memory, And I pray that we don't forget our history. So, we will wave and blow a kiss goodbye, Until that day that the Lord brings us again nigh.
is this how you [hide] lie act so fake do you find it okay to act like this [to lie to everyone ::ourselves::] you lie to yourself to me to make everyone else happy [ignoring my ::our:: hearts] cant you see what your doing [to me...] do you think [i'm happy] [its ok to be like this] please [i beg you] either be real or be fake by yourself [because....] ....im done with this [but hopefully....] not you.... but its your choice...
Robin Williams taught us "carpe diem" too those of you who haven't seen him Taught us to stretch our minds to something loved and very kind We use poetry cause were loving fools to woo the women like passionate tools we live for the freedom of something new of dreams like sandy beaches and skies stretching blue
Missing a remarkable meaning in my life I'm the woeful sacrifice play me as the dice on the solid table and roll me and speak of a fable don't toss me like a valueless toy brushing…echoing harsh envy Heed to our last plea You'll face dire rage giving no mercy to your desire Are you aware you fed my wrath? Mercy-filled bliss don't exist in this pile of vile father…mother Don't bother to trace our passing ease that we dearly missed What could brew these ruins to love? Disbelief covers my once kind heart conquered by avarice Unforgettable doom, has been written on our tombs, sending us a last kiss of unmoved death Giving us futility… Leaving us without a breath Behave and deal with frightening bolts that dare break us apart and turn it to denied anguish Who's doing all the blaming? Who's choosing our faults? We all do our part in it That's the troubling truth Toil cheers up the spoil What could we do to get us ahead of Power? stricken in toil Separate the spoil that crumbles away like foil Give us little power and lift up the broken twin towers and fill us with Unspoiled love The only choice is to patch-up our love and strip off the turning anguish and fill us with Unspoiled love The only choice is to patch-up our love and strip off the turning anguish and fill us with Unspoiled love Your sun will shun out strife and be a kit to fix up concealed love and fill us with harmless love
If I die tomorrow it'll be fine For I know your friendship is mine If this world's gonna end one me So let it be Life is full of surprises Can't find a better way to pick up the pieces I'll be alright my dear friend 'Cause I know our friendship will never end We may not see each other in person But don't think that's a good reason For us to stop and go on our separate ways 'Cause in my heart you have a special place If my life will end tomorrow I hope it won't cause you sorrow 'Cause my life's the best chapter Was the day I got to know you better.
These days things just ain't the same without you time has aged us everything is changing the new seems to only replace the old faces with odd faces, and, cold places I talk on ocassion to God 'bout your situation but all it ever causes is complications still you're the topic of our conversations between me and Jason that we have some days he misses you just as much as I miss you but thinking of you is still a sensitive issue, it seems sinceless to explain in a sentence how we feel about you both with the words that we've written and either via poem or song or both man as long as you know you'll never go unmentioned though you made it home Drew you're still our best friend the brotherhood and bretheren between three friends is endless even when one's missin as God as my witness I pray that you're listening
One old cowpoke went ridin' down the trail of dusty days, Waitin' on the all the test results, blood work and the X-rays. They say his horse threw him, but the truth's his knee gave out, And all he could do was lay there, and yell and cuss and shout. So he wound up in that clinic – couldn't stand it longer— He said if they didn't kill him, it would make him stronger. But it just got him to thinkin' of things that were profound— The way life used to be before all the country turned to town. He's now in his nineties and call still recall the Old West— When men were men and all them things just worked out for the best. But times they changed and kids moved on and didn't like ranch work— But he held on, lived the dream and from chores never did shirk. Now the ranch is gone and he rode on, but did not give up— As kids and life went their own way and they had their own pups. And now even his grand kids have kids of their very own, Yet as he lays in that bed, this life has left him alone. In the hall a young boy stands, decked in cowboy hat and boots— Waitin' to see his great granddad and share family roots. Doors open to his great grandson who greets him as he lays— One young cowpoke comes ridin' down his trail of reborn days.
life is not always fair, but God is always good and if you want to learn to handle heartbreak just do as Jesus would you've been disheartened, discouraged and your dreams have been dashed the shroud of disappointment is now hanging over your path on the road to Emmaus two disciples were in route followers of the Messiah now walking in despair and doubt trying to comprehend the tragedy at Mount Calvary in a state of heartbreak over what had come to be Jesus had been crucified and His tomb was found bare the True Prophet was gone and His body had disappeared the world will always favor a kind pastor and a good priest but a real prophet reveals truths that many don't want to see he does not sugar coat the message, he cuts to the core he sheds light on the darkness and tells you what for and whenever a true prophet gets into the face of society he causes men to reexamine their sense of integrity he exposes men's morals and makes many question their thoughts he interprets the righteous word of God and principles we've been taught he'll tell it like it is and challenge the powers that be he'll remove the blinders from our eyes and expose the lies we need to see on the road to Emmaus a man those two disciples did meet they did not recognize Him at first but to Him they did still greet they continued to lament about the crucifixion of Jesus Christ until the man said to them, "ought not Jesus have made the sacrifice, how slow of heart you are in your belief of the Prophet's stories, for Christ had to suffer those things so He could enter into glory" they then invited that Man to stop and share a repast and upon the breaking of bread they recognized Him at last Jesus was right before them and then He disappeared their hearts were now burning for the words that Jesus shared in a state of self pity to heartbroken to see that a true prophet will turn tragedy into victory He'll open up the Scriptures so that one can start on finding strength in the Word and handling the break in one's hearts no longer despondent nor in a state of despair Jesus had arisen in order to draw all men near from heartbreak to heart search and on to heartburn let the Holy spirit give you the power to discern the way to handle heartbreak just do as Jesus Christ by turning gloom into glory and restoring the joy of life the way to handle heartbreak is to live like Jesus Christ to look for triumph in tragedy and then continue to speak life
I was tied hand and foot. Everyone gathered around for a look. They cast their ballots from their judgmental thrones. Also awaiting to cast at me their judgmental stones. My sin had been opened before all, well presented. All eyes and fingers pointed at me calling for my death sentence. Stone him let it be known before all men. Stone him to death for he has sinned. I was in need of a righteous man and a righteous word to save me. A Holy Man did appear and that is what He gave me. He said to the crowd, "Walk away and leave him alone. Let him that has no sin cast the first stone" I watched in amazement. One by one my accusers walked away. This Man released me of my sin and forgivingly pardoned me that day. He freed me with kindness, mercy and love. An excellent wisdom shone through. For I beheld His Holy point of view, Stone me? No ... Stone You! ------------------------ From My Book http://www.amazon.com/ dp/1424156270?tag=rol eplayfantasy&camp=145 73&creative=327641&lin kCode=as1&creativeASI N=1424156270&adid=1 A7J9E6XAWCDWXK10N XV&
Let's clear this up you've never met anyone crazier Want proof? Look at how many times I've died and came back Picked myself up off the floor more times than the Undertaker at Wrestlemania Now how many people can claim that? I'm one of a kind Brave in the heart Strong in the mind Got out of the maze in the dark Never had a helping hand Had to find my own way Here you have my mind for a day Let's see how much you understand It'll be too much for you to comprehend A realist that doesn't rely on common sense Some wait for it, but what will you do when karma ends? That's why I say just let the drama commence Why do you think the devil is scared to meet me? Every obstacle I've faced is now holding grudges Depression can't even beat me It can't make me submit Since I was 14 it's held me hostage It even tried to take my life Imagine finding something you can't see with your own eyes Every day being told you've lost it I guess life is an erection Because it's always hard When I was 16 I almost got sectioned Because I was honest about my self-harming and lowered my guard This immediately made me put it back up And never again would it be lowered Made me realise to not cry on shoulders I fell down now guess who's back up? This world couldn't keep me down Even with people kicking me It's funny the same people say they need me now I laugh and tell them you will always be in my history I made it through hell breathing I made it clear anything is possible So someone give my name and number to Michelle Keegan Nothing in this world can beat me I'm now unstoppable I've came back from the dead More times than Jason Voorhees Your doubt is no match for my head I'll see you in your nightmares like Freddy Krueger,hope you'll be waiting for me
You shared happiness in our lifes. I never had tears in my eyes. I never knew it was night. You were my guiding light. We shared everything together. I thought you would be here forever. If god asked me to choose one thing it would be you. My heart is empty inside. Without you dear brother it will never be filled.
Wow, 2006 is rapidly becoming a slice of history.So many things have been added to the story. Some good, some not so much, but it certainly hasn't been boring. What about you.... what did you discover? Was there a monumental truth that you finally did uncover?Like you really should switch from coffee to tea and "Cousin Eddy" is truly the life of the party. Or that Donner's name is not really Donner at all, but it is Donder instead. Bet he would respond to either name when called.That it is all right to wear light brown with black and boomerangs do not always come back.That there are right bowers and left bowers but the best of all is Jack. That eating fat is ok but saturated is not. Of that, one certainly can't eat alot. Or that a baby makin' machine Britney Spears may be, but a role model she is not. Well, I'm sure this list could go on and on. But I want to conclude this before the entire year is gone.You can quickly see that many of these are as corny as cheese, but I have one last one much more important than these. If your life were a book, this epiphany would most certainly be the beginning of a new chapter. It would take the doldrums away, give your life meaning and purpose.... no more a circus. Well, without further ado, the one that will make your life anew.The King of Kings was born on Christmas morn...... all forlorn ...perfect picture of humility.Lived here to show us how to love, a gift from above.Loved us and showed us how to live.Died .... horribly, to show us just how much. Rose again so hundreds could see and touch. This was no ordinary man.....life, death or even birth. In fact, it was this perfect sacrifice that proved our worth. Oh how very valuable we must be for this sinless man to die so cruelly upon a tree.Thank you Emmanuel for rescuing us from the pits of hell and help us to appreciate this "gift" enough to tell others that the offer is available to them as well.
The very saddest thing the saddest of all, Is to see a little small child starving and waiting for death to call. And see it's momma pleading with her eyes hoping someone will help her child. While we sit here obese with our plates so full, how high the food is really piled!! Our world is so unbalanced and so unfair, There is enough to go around but we have to share. If every person could hold a starving child as it draws it's last breath, And have that child look into your eyes with hopes you have come to spare it this death. I think maybe then we would all reach into our jeans, And share what we've got so none of us has to witness this scene. I pray that peace and happiness fill every ones heart, And that we all dig a little deeper and let this gift of sharing grow from the start. A starving child is no ones enemy, And pity won't feed it or set it free. If you can help and you don't that is like committing a crime, I pray you and yours never experience this sadness and that it can be stopped in our lifetime. Send what you can I know you'll be blessed, Help that little child please give it your best.
You didn't pass on You didn't die No such thing as goodbye Bittersweet somethings Bittersweet nothings One day soon You and I Running to the moon Past the blue sky Bittersweet somethings Bittersweet nothings I saw you yesterday and today for in my heart... you did stay How will you go? Such escapes, you cannot know No such thing as goodbye You didn't pass on You didn't die Bittersweet battle won We will meet soon... In the other world, or the next Somethings... Bittersweet Such lives inextricably linked I belong to you, as you belong to me This is how it is meant to be... You know it too
Fear colored and forced to be viewed in the eyes of all, that endured the worst invasion of hell in this nation. To watch their families suffer as they pray for death to fall, fall on those assumed to be the powerless part of the nation. The clouds were darker than had ever been exposed by night, thunderously pounding rain and hail mutilating all, lives were destroyed so quickly as mid-day became midnight, and on television the rest of the U.S. helplessly watched in awe. The assumed to be power full sleep comfortably at night, because they warned people to leave before disaster strikes, most of the population stayed up and survived the long fight, went to hell & returned as survivors of the flag of stars & stripes. The world may now see that assumptions are for the blind, blind of heart, soul, survival, and faiths all alike and true. True to the hearts of the assumed to be powerless, who after Katrina, became a definition for survival & power full too. This poem is meant to inspire all those who seek meaning, for the powerful who lack things opposite of what the powerless do, but can you personally determine power of those viewed unfairly, that are steriotyped as badly and wrongly as being falsely accused. The main point here is to be great full for all that is given to you, fret on what not, and you'll regret the inevitable things that hatch, in the future that teaches you in a way of experience that all fear, those who've seen suck fear, survived Hurricane Katrina's wrath. R.I.P. to all those who passed in the disaster...it was a national blow and a worldly wake up call.
If fate's when first impressions love Then regret's yearning what never was At ease entranced my eyes retrieve Forgotten memories Told this tale countless times I loved an angel who lost her mind Choose one word which rhymes with fate Relive my life and transcend its mistakes Reclaim precious time, addiction wastes Some angels charm, yet their misery is shared fate Past memories,I can't forget To cherish the past without regret Until my last breath An angel's death is my secret unkept If wisdom's embraced, trying moments mature Some more fortunate, won't endure Search the cosmos, search inside Is regret volition's reward?And why? Some lost souls embrace addiction Save precious time , their unfurtunate fate is an intuitive prediction Some have past lives they've barely survived Is pain volition's reward, or human error? Is regret finite? Will love last forever? Past memories I can't forget To cherish the past without regret Until my last breath An angel's death is my secret unkept
Tonight was my son's christmas concert and memorial for a little girl named Emily Her life was tragically taken at seven in a half years old By a highway ramp that was to short in length to emerge I was so proud of my son for ttrying and preparing himself for this evening You see the last week he has taken this hard I bought him a new suit and even let him pick out the flower he wanted to wear on his jacket A pink rose He looked so handsome and shined like the prince he is The very end there was a slideshow of Emily First picture I shedded a tear while he sat there amongst his friends sitting ever so quiet When it was finished the lights came on There he was coming to me all teary eyed All I could do was hold him so tight and share his pain I kneeled over and held him like there was no-one around us It was a moment that continued even in the car ride home This is a time in my life I could finally see he really knew what it felt like to taste the bitterness of a loss He's six years old tommorow and as he got out of the car He held his hands in the air with such hatred Begging her to come back Tell me how do I explain this to him Repeatedly saying "I miss you" I love you so much Why Emily Pretty pretty please To hear those words and see his actions of anger Is so painful I did what a mother would do I stood there with him let him vent I held him and rubbed his back We came in the house and I put his pyjamas on I tucked him into bed and held him Cried with him and comforted him I told him about the goodness she brought in this world and how God must of truly needed her I cried with him till he could'nt cry no more I was there for him and in the end he turned to me and said "I really love you" Sang him a song and hummed until he fell asleep It's time like these you the importance of loving a child to no extent God bless him and Emily's family for having the strength to carry on when they were at their weakest
A old lady sits on her porch, stairing from her rocking chair This has been here resting spot for the last tweenty or thirty years Watching her world dramaticlly change From loving familys and neighbors To drug dealers, hoodlums, and colored rag carring gangs First and last names are replaced by gang names She cries on the many day that she was inflicted pain She watched her children gunned down one by one One took his own life with his own gun Her husband was distroyed by war His last days were spent in front of the liquor Killed by scorosis of the liver He died drunk without driving Her youngest daughter still surviving Only because shes slowly dying Never knew she had HIV because it was hiding Now it's AIDS so now she fighting The old lady misses how the world use to belive in a higher power She never gave in to the influence Given by Satains many demons Who made a bed for her whole family on the cement This is way younger people don't respact here achiement Crowding her yard after night falls Police won't even answer her call Too busy protecting suburban malls Only answering cover story calls To be projected as heros when really their zeros After all that has broken her down she still has faith If you asked her she will say that GOD giveth and GOD taketh away
With a shout! At the last trump The archangel's Voice shall be heard For the Lord Himself shall come So encourage All with these words! (Chorus) If we believe that Jesus died And in three days He rose again Then we believe that God will bring With Christ those who now sleep in Him For if only in this life we have hope in Jesus Christ We would be the most miserable of men But Jesus is the Resurrection and He's the Life Being buried with Him we shall rise again (Chorus) We who are alive and in Jesus still abides Won't precede those who are asleep in Him So the dead in Christ first shall arise Then we who remain shall be caught up with them For we all shall not sleep, but we all shall be changed Into a being and a likeness of the Lord When we meet Him face to face in the clouds in the air We shall be with Him always and evermore (Chorus)
There was a time when I felt lonely and forsaken. Everything I had was either gone or taken. I lost all hope and had no place to stay. Just trying to get through another day. I thought that drugs would give me what I needed. The "danger signs" in life... I no longer heeded. I learned about "joints" and "tricks." All I lived for... was another "fix." I felt no right or wrong. No guilt or shame. Then one night... An "angel of mercy" came. "Jesus loves you!" Were whispered into my ear. Without help soon. I knew death was near! This "angel" gave me a place to rest my head. He seen to it that I was clothed and fed. His words were filled with a message of hope. I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope. This "angel of God," gave me an invitation. And soon I received God's gift of salvation. I traded me "ashes" for God's mercy and grace. I now have joy in my heart & a smile on my face. God's love can do what no drugs could ever do! He's here right now... and is waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 01.14.07
Snowflakes falling Away from the Heavens... Just like how we were (before)... Fallen beings. Each of us one of a kind, When shall He free our minds...? When will that day come When we find The One Whom loves us forever more... Someday, we will rise In evaporating waste... When will we be saved From our unclean And shameful world? Freeing our souls (Freezing our pain), And condensing into repentance. His tears of joy and judgement; Shall fall from the skies As we melt away, Then He cleanses our world, Flooding all of our tears away... Just like snowflakes, We have fallen. Now we wait for that Very same, rainy day...
I am reborn a thousand times Emulating the myth of phoenix I reconstruct my image from ashes Each time I die crossing opaque layers of consciousness Rendered impregnable by amnesia of death and entering the cosy suffocating darkness of wombs I am reborn a thousand times in this world of ether water and earth Brother,sister,daughter,mother,wife,son These identities change as I, shedding and wearing bodies like a shawl,pass onto from one world to another The asphyxiating silence of cremation ground turns desires to dust each time I am placed on pile of wood I cannot see my formless essence in a mirror
You've been the ones You have been there To ease our minds Of this cross we bear You've been the ones When there's something to barrow When life seems so dim In our hardest times of sorrow You've been the ones You all can share in our grief When we are with you Our hearts find relief You've been the ones The ones to help us along You've made us feel As if we truly belong You've been the ones Our COMPASSIONATE FRIENDS To help ease the pain And our love never ends
It was a cold and rainy day, The pain just would not go away. Felt like maybe this was the end, It hurt so bad I could not bend. Then the thought came to my head, Maybe a short time from now I'll be dead. Trying to clear that thought from my mind, But maybe in death this pain I would not find. What would this thing call death hold for me, I was curious but not the least bit anxious to see. I took some pills to ease the pain, As I sat down by my window to watch the rain. I fell asleep and had a dream, I saw a light a real bright beam. It pulled me toward it in a race, And at the end I saw what I believed to be Jesus' face. And then the light it faded away, I guess he wasn't ready for me this day. When I awoke the pain was gone, But I still see Jesus on His throne. These are just thoughts that came to me, I am in no pain. You guys are the best,Ron
They tell me to forget him People say to move on Yet none of them can tell me Exactly how that's done I haven't tried to put him In the back of my mind I want to share my memories All of the time I know the way things are Reality is he's gone How can I just let him go When my love is still so strong My heart continues to miss him My soul, yes, it aches I want to always love him Even if it's a mistake I know he can't return to me I believe that we are done Most of the good that's in my life Came from this special one So, I will not appease them I will not sacrifice I'm going to live my own way After all this is my life.
What time is it when life seems hollow and it is mundane....tedious, more of the same day after day after day...... It's time to pray. What time is it when life knees us squarely in the gut or we just can't get out of the rut? It's time to pray. What time is it when we simply need some rest.... and we can't seem to give our best? It's time to pray. What time is it when we need to make amends.... to get things right with friends? It's time to pray. What time is it when it seems like we are chasing after the wind? Like there is no way way we can win.... It's time to pray. What time is it when it feels like we are on the ropes and there really is no hope? It's time to pray. What time is it when we know we've gone astray... now there's a brick wall in the way. It's time to pray. What time is it when we feel like we are all alone? Our heartbeat but a faint drone... It's time to pray. What time is it when we feel like giving up? Don't even drink from that cup! It's time to pray. What time is it when we are too concerned about our will? It's time to ...... be still and know that He is God! So what in this poem am I really trying to say? More often than not.... IT'S TIME TO PRAY !!!
It's the calm before the storm that often takes away your breath, The final gasp of air that awakes the hands of death. It's the pause before the apology that brings the flow of tears, The look in the eyes that says the words you never hoped to hear. The final seconds on the clock above the level headed score, The moments you've played within your mind a thousand times before. The shock and awe of victory you feel before the cheers, Now a golden glimpse of history remembering the years. The mutual understanding that things can never be the same, A warm familiar hug that says some things never change. A man wrapped in his thoughts, a child in disbelief, A woman overcome with joy to the man now down on his knee. A building pain we feel inside that often takes time to collect, The solemn moment of remembrance as we pay our last respects. A hero's welcome from the mother who swore she'd lost her only son, Final tribute to fallen sons and soldiers who never made it home. So to trees that fall off in the woods with no one else around, To the children who need to be heard but never make a sound. To the thoughts we share with no one, the secrets deep inside us, Lost in our own helplessness we all pray to God for guidance. To all of the "good-byes" that just couldn't seem to wait, To all of the "I love you's" we never got the chance to say. To all those who die nameless in a world of war and violence, And to the one's who need it most, we give this moment of silence.
I seen the beauty within you you unfurled it and let it flew touching all each passing day heart of gold when it came to a childs play god sent down his special angels and saving that dance to a heavenly tango guess God needed you more then I but do not fret sis for my heart now sighs just knowing your with our family above someday we'll rejoice on the wings of a dove for the wolf and shepherd may cross my path but it is I that shall have its last laugh for one can not take away those loving years even if I'm the one left standing alone in tears for time we shared together was given few I was honored to see the inner beauty in you your loving daughter and son will be alright as they look upon the land and see the stars shine so bright so as you travel above the high drifted planes Ill be waiting for god to someday explain How can one so young and free Be taken away from somebody like me but I will be thankful for having a sister like you who shared her passion and beauty for life and for all she knew In Loving Memory Of My Sister Phyllis {1951 - 2009 } RIP
Sometimes the mountains call so strongly that I shall never know peace Until I stand where Heaven begins and the bonds of this life cease. I do not wish to leave you; I've not but words to leave behind. I pray, when you read, you'll remember me, as strong and loyal an kind. I rode the trail for which I was called, in my mind regrets have no place; The adventure was there for the living, my heart says I ran a good race. So listen for me in the laughter that comes easy among true friends; In the sounds of men and horses beneath a sky that has no end. And know that I loved you one and all, when you hear music or smell sage in the air, Dance hard and live for the moment, my spirit will always be there. Celebrate life and love and the West; be fearless and funny and bold; Please take the time to finish any stories that I've left untold. Past the meadow where blue bonnets grow, near the creek by the gate; My horse stands rigged for an easy ride, and I can no longer wait. So tell them I've gone to the mountains, to the land I loved and called my home; That I ride with the wild Texas wind, somewhere west of San Antone. © Debra Coppinger Hill With love for TR, who gave me words and love and taught me how to be an outlaw.
I new you so well but i cared not that last time i saw you is always in my thoughts people never understood you your parents never cared she thought she loved you i wasn't aware we all tried to change you we all dissaproved i guess we didn't wanna hear that you did not like this just like we didn't like your hair but your passing has led us down a long road of dispare and our teachers hear us wonder why your not here it was hard to adjust then we noticed this was gods plan it was his will that you passed on and we all repent you helped my faith be restored you helped me see that the path i was headed down was the one i didn't need now my life is happy although we miss you dear i wake up in the mornings and the pain is no longer there we all cried buckets we all lost a part of us but i got back my fear
My dear mother always had a fondness for seagulls. I don't know why, we lived far from the sea... The day of her funeral, as the hearse circled the block of our home, An old American custome hardly done anymore... I was quite schocked to see a seagull overhead slowly looping as an airplane on parade... Near fifty years, and I'd never seen one locally, Food for thought.
Upon the hour of my death May you never feel remorse A death not wanted, just by chance Was but nature and its course Grieve not the victim of that course As he then flies so free Please smile dear friends, for that's my wish And forever will it be
Every time I looked to Heaven This is what I'd see The pearly gates there opened Calling out to me I'd stop to pause a moment As I'd try to recollect The life that lay behind me My path so indirect I somehow made it this far Now will they let me in Did I remember to ask the Lord To forgive me of my sins I stand before the gate so wide Yet narrow is the path I fear that I have not done right And now must face God's wrath Maybe He'll show mercy Perhaps He will be kind I know I could have done better If I'd been given more time It's now too late to ask Him It's much too late to pray I should have done it sooner That's the biggest mistake I made He doesn't seem too angry As I kneel down and say I'm sorry please forgive me On this my Judgment Day He looked just inside his book And said with a grin "Blessed is the child of faith and love My child, please come in" So this is my reminder From heaven up above Find it in yourself today Show forgiveness, faith, and love
serpent wake up now and bask in the rays of the morning joy in the rays of the sun glory is ever returning the earth and the heavens are one pain is only a warrning pleasure , a measure of truth restrict not your true will's yearning for then you will ever be doomed
A tribute to the women and men who fought and died and never received their just honors or glories. And to the mommas and daddies that lost these children, this is their stories. To say the least war is hellish, ghoulish, and sometimes the last resort to settle irreconcilable differences. For it's during these times the devil is let loose to wander freely, disguised as a mighty leader is just one way he can alter his many appearances. War is always given a just and noble cause, but I often wonder sometimes how much truth is in all of that. What it really boils down to is that someone is trying to push their ways or ideas on you and it eventually leads to combat. So what do you do when you are challenged with these issues. Pray to God for wisdom, seek strength, and courage, and hand momma the tissues. It's always our children who are the first line of defense against these causes of war. Freedom has never come cheap, and that is the only explanation you can give someone who loses a loved one on some foreign shore. Could be we might be praising budda while eating that bowl of fish eyes and rice. Had that son or daughter of ours not paid the ultimate price. War should never be condoned but used only as a necessary tool. Only for God and country should it ever be used and never allowed in the hands of a fool. So I thank God for my country, and bless the ones that had to fall. Where would we be if these brave men and women had not answered the call.
We are strong, wise and have the capabilities to rise. Countries have risen above communism. Women have risen above sexism. But when will we rise above the killings, rise above the deaths? We rise above the school systems and teenage troubles; but what about the rest? It's time to stop littering these streets with grief, time to give our families relief. How much more pain do you think the inner city can take? All these fallen tears are from the heartache that some of us chose to make. Live life instead of taking it, refuse death instead of creating it. Our ancestors rose above slavery, we're rising above hate; don't let these headlines ("inner city streets of boston hit 48th homicide of 2006")- become the inner cities fate. We rose above so much. We'll rise above it all; but it's time for our youth to rise before the next generation falls.
When I die, no more sufferings 'Cos time has come for me to rest; Savoring the sound of silence, Till my Lord's caress Lifts me up from slumber; Though, I bayed for His blood Without cause, yet, He taught me Of living in righteousness And led me into His fold; Moment of truth is near, For I'm at the doorstep Of my Father's throne, Hoping for the jeweled crown, Eternal life, which no man can give; A new beginning, where there's no end! It'll be done, unless, I finish the race; Giving glory and praise in God's Holiness, Solely, my raison d'etre up to the day.... When I die.
Religions The entire Budhist monk"s life is but a preperation, For his Death Point or moment of seperation. The Jains have santhara, Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma. The hindus go into samadhi, Where there is no Congress,Shiv Sena,BJP or Samajwadi. The Christian merges with the holy spirit, Peace no more desperate. The sufi mystic to become one, Dances,twirls,prays,trances to get the job done. Aghora means illumined with light, Longing for Shiva in whom they delight. Shamanism or the art of ecstacy, The ultimate being one with the super entity. There is no need to change your faith, And on your old religion lay a wreath.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, the sweetest name I know. I'll spread the word of His goodness, and tell it everywhere I go. Oh, my Saviour Jesus, how majestic is thy name, Without your love and presence, my life would ne'er be the same. Oh, that great name Jesus, such wonders to perform, I have that blessed assurance while I'm safe in His loving arm. Oh, my precious Jesus, who died to set me free, The cross is such a comfort to be nearer my God to Thee. Just speak the name of Jesus, the name I truly love, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, the Son of God above.
Remember me... When I have gone For, I have nothing left Except a memory Remember me... When I smiled Stay a while... Life is so short Passing by Tears cannot be shed Remember me... Instead You have to let me go Remember me... It will help you grow One day... We will see each other again Never, will you see the pain That I kept at bay Remember me... When I have gone Gently into the night Lifting into the light Remember me... In soft golden light I travel on the wings, of an angels' flight
Today we say 'so long' to our beloved friend, I have one thing to say, Lord, on her behalf. Lord, you know she loved to laugh, and how spunky she could be. She kept everyone on their toes with one thing or another! Yet she had her times of stillness too. You gave her the sense of humor and wit she had .... By the way, thanks a lot! And stories ... my, she could make you belly laugh with her stories! Remember how blunt she could be, and sharp .... yet she never was cruel or hurtful, nor ever meant to be. She loved to minister to people, sharing Your love with them. Comforting the hurting, encouraging and building up the downhearted. That was her mission in life! She was so busy, she sometimes wore me out. But Lord, she was special to me! I thank you for the opportunity to share life with her. She truly was a blessing! I ask You, Lord, won't You please ... prepare a very special place for her? Because when she hears that trumpet blow .... and the shout of Your voice .... Lord, you are going to have Your hands full! As we lay her to rest, we do so with this sign over head: 'A Real Live Wire' will be coming home when called! So raise the 'Welcome Home' banner high, 'cause she'll be runnin' full bore! So long, my beloved friend! I'll be seeing you again!
War why war that is the question I ask you, glancing from a distance seeing guns and bombs pass through. I could be in this war but the chance I didn't take it, because in my mind I had thoughts that I wouldn't even make it. Thinking of my family, and my beloved girlfriend, could this be the final war of all Wars? Does the world end? I'm so deep in this bible and come to find out it's all wrong, only 1 week has passed so far, but it seems just so long. War Why War that is the question I ask men, I just wanted an education, but killing to me is not a passion.
I am no longer lost... Sin-conscious No more Savior-conscious for ever more. I have been baptized into Christ Jesus I baptized into His death. My old self crucified with Him, Body of sin done away with.... I am No longer a slave to sin Satan has my soul No more The Word of Truth set all free So be it unto thee Amen
Time advanced Faith still lyes in a man's gifted will and healing hands Pressurized by macanical manicans Vocies similar to mucical bands Sinful humans blessed to live on cursed lands Many followers of psyco cult clans Beleving mass suicide opens heavens gates with a back stage pass Brushing away the footsteps left in the sand More follow religons imagined by man Evolution carrys more fans Wicked seeds are buried six feet deep on sacred lands Fires out of control like oil and water in the same hot pan Blood pouring from the son of the creaters hands Age of the dammed Demons dressed like rock bands Collecting the souls of the dammed man
Pieces of me Fell to the floor Scattered about Tattered and torn Cut into shreds Are pieces of me A past with no future That left me to bleed Tossed out is the old What's left is today Tomorrow's my future And I'll be okay
Jesus of Christ was not just any man He was the alpha, the omega, the beginning and the end He was the earthly son of our heavenly host flesh of the Father and The Spirit of The Holy Ghost He made the final and ultimate sacrifice to cleanse us of our sins, He gave His life the crown and the cross covered with His blood stains come unto Christ, let His death be not in vain of our sins, we must now confess turn to the Father, for with Him you will be blessed walk in the steps as He would want us to accept Jesus Christ as your savior true be born again, It's time to turn your life around be in the Word for with It you will be found step into the Light of the Kingdom over which He reigns give Christ the glory, let His death be not in vain
Solitary garden of flower hath grown, Where life has past and memory alone, Now forevermore lies in row of stone, To mark the passing of those we have once known. Many a purpose of beyond do send, Through joyful passing or violent end, A wish to know his warm embrace, At roads end a destiny they face. In giving of prayer in love do grow, The hope for departed the creator would show, An everlasting piece, happiness, and love, Only known in heaven above.
So young and full of life Only give a hint of their mother's sacrifice Ready to give their lives to keep this country safe Willing to go anywhere and fight anyplace Off to a foreign country they go Peace to the world they try to bestow Many find death from an unknown hand While answering the call of their nation's command To these men and women we give you our hearts In the future of this country, you will forever be a part Great and mighty we will always stay Because of the honor that you showed today
All these people dying and all these people crying i don't see why people keep on trying all these wars on all these shores don't make sense when someone dies on the floor love ones pray and they keep on trying so they can come home and no one keeps on dying in all these country's with all the chores all the soldiers die so we might be free once more
I was reading a story about a captain on a ship, before i knew it i was bitting my lip in pain, The same pain i felt when i found i would never see you again... And i Drempt i would travel to far away lands, Hands that covered my eyes, They lied and they cried for what seemed like for ever but never knew pain, The same pain i felt when i found i would never see you again... I went into the music world to get out with out a shout, no motion in the heavy weight bout a knew i'd have to face, No place to go no words to show the pain i dealt with, The same pain i felt when i found i would never see you again... I chased me, Like a bird on a rotisserie basted me, every where i ran i found it hounded me, pounded me into the ground with every sound and ever breath, And death didn't seam so far away, and i could have been dead already. And heavy became my eyelids and they put bids on me to see that i shouldn't survive, stay alive, but weren't they surprised when i showed up on their door step_ with you on my shoulder. and farther and farther over the edge i flew and colder and harder over time i grew and that pain grew too. The same pain i felt when i found i would never see you again... And i traveled the world, and unfurled my devotion to you. and i went deep into jungle to get high, on a train or on a park bench. And i had no bread and i had no dough and i had no flow and i had no know. but to the county i fled to conquer my demons, and leaving me the ability to shine broke through and i grew and became the man that you see today even though they had the nerve to say what they said because in my head i loved them anyway. and then it happened, so quickly it was masterful, like Dick Dastardly to Penellopy she couldn't see him come up on her, and when i turned around and you were staring into my eyes.... well there you were, And that pain... That pain i say, that pain i say, That pain i say i felt when i found i would never see you again......... It went away.
told to a stranger not words but a look or a rare movement the second the fire caught the dry tobacco (in the now newly lit and then long longed cigarette) who you are I can not tell but you are not yours (that much is certain) maybe a magical mix between chemistry and the seconds you are loved and the seconds you are left (written in fluids, scars and smiles) sentences' or fragments of sentences' brought into meaning (however meaningless) by you (who are not even yours) not even the cigarette is yours but belongs to nameless urge's and untold orders (given to your body by the invisible director of your moneys dance from your pocket into his) Lars Eriksen 2005
We are each like snowflakes that have fallen from the sky, each one has fallen at different times and none are just alike... they are all as unique and special in thier own way. As snowflake each falls to the ground some may stay for a while, some evaporate in the wake of the morning sun. Some snowflakes may get washed away by rain…some never even make it to the ground. Each one of us are engulfed by what seems to be an endless journey here on earth that will some someday, eventually will lead us all back home. No not one of us are alike, each as different as those snowflakes that fall from the sky. For just like the snowflakes that are here on earth for a short time? We too will have a final day here on earth very soon. When Angels will descend down from the heavens above and come to take us each back home.For just like those snowflakes that fell to the ground and return to the sky that no one ever sees. You too will be taken up to the Pearly White Gates by the Angels with their beautiful white gossamer wings... they will then rap you up in a purple robe...and place upon your head a gold crown to wear. Then the stars in the sky above will start to dance and dazzle… for those to see who were left behind on earth…and trumpets will sound as the Angles will sing songs of joy and great praise! They will all rejoice with cries of rapture that you have return home to stay! But up there in heaven there was no gold, silver or diamond paved roads for you to walk upon only the soft clouds from where we all come from… but there was a gentle kiss from our Father whom sat above in the heavens on high...as he spoke into your ear and gave you a hug... and as he said to you in a soft voice, "Welcome my lost snowflake, welcome back home." Copyright © 2006 Jay Anderson-Taylor
A little note to the ones that will miss me the most. I just wanted you not to worry I'm spending my time with our heavenly host. He invited me to move in to this beautiful mansion He built. He said it's next door to your mom, and yes she still makes quilts. There is a million things here I can do. No more pain, and if you could see my new body, so perfect, so true. Only in dreams could you imagine such a place. I cannot explain the awesome beauty of our Saviors face. The most beautiful rivers and waterfalls abound. Only here in heaven can such beauty be found. The trees are just loaded with fruit that are so sweet. They are for our enjoyment so delicious to eat. If you wonder if I miss you, you know that I do. But I know I'll see you soon when your days are all through. Honey death held no pain actually it was a beautiful thing. You can put aside the fears of deaths mortal sting. There is no sadness here or tears to be shed. Only happiness here will you ever be fed. Well I guess I'd better go I've got things I must do. See you real, soon I'll be waiting for you.
Walked out this morning And couldn't help but see The sky blackest of black Everything seemed lifeless Yet years down the road This lesson would be priceless Before now it had seemed This country was frightless There is no sign of the sun Not even a ray of light So many just stood there Mesmerized by the sight Vast numbers of people Thought the moment Had come once at last Where this world disappears Into one mighty blast Draining life All would be dead Even whether we put up a fight Many predicted This time would come Yet many failed to notice The beauty of the sun People had forgotten What life was about, Now panic stricken They uncontrollably shout Words of meaning Far below none Yet they still not notice The power of the sun In the deepest The darkest The lowest of times One must believe The sun WILL shine For in the darkest of moments There is light somewhere Just so long as your emotions Don't run into despair There is no such existence Of this so called future called fate For your future is only That which you make So if you have fallen Into a lightless inferno Just use sheer will power The light is destined to show Michael Harris 2/6/06 A tribute to al Americans that died on 9-11, an all of our armed forces of today and all throughout our countries Prestigious history.
I used to be filled with life. Happiness and strife. All of this has passed me by. I cannot even let out a sigh. Only to be lonely and cold. I've lost my faith Im not as bold. I need some one to guide my back. Get me away from these brutal attacks. I only wish I was not alone. To be brought back to life from this concrete stone. My life was stolen from me. I will run away to the wild sea. I sneak out without a Sound. I wake up on the cold hard ground. My body aches from the torture. I can only see is a portrait of her. My mother my saint. This women fought to protect me from you. I speak "why did you kill her?" You reply "She was just like you! A useless women!" I cry to God to help me now "Please take me away from this world! I don't want to be lonely anymore. I wont take the beatings once more! I will break free from these chains! I want my life back! Give me it now..." As i slowly fade from the world. I can a voice call to me. It sounds like an angel. NOw all is quite. I am not alone anymore. You have brought me back to her. Thank you God. I am finally at peace. While the devil sits in a lonely cell. I am with my angel my mother. While he sits in ...
Dead man in a recliner The father I love, Gone to meet, His Maker above Grizzly sight, Face contorted in pain. A scene I hope To never witness again 6PM "Popeye" cartoons, Rush to greet Dad, Now dead in the recliner The only father I've ever had Pizzas on an English muffin, Sat. night treat, Mashed potatoes every day, It was cheap enough to eat.... Archie Bunker on TV Dinner burger and fries Living this life Of truth or of lies? Dead man in a recliner Someday will be me And some other lost soul Will be the first one to see Un-needed wallet, $2 in change, Cold room grows dim, I'm feeling real strange Got one foot in this world One foot in the next, Ready to step off, My mind is now flexed Dead man in a recliner, I see, it is me.... How is that possible? How could that be? I'm here, I'm here, I'm lookin' at me... Dead in the recliner Now I do see... Lights approaching behind that body, Shadowy figures come to the fore, People long gone, People I adore.... My father in front, No longer dead in that chair Puts his hand out to me It's time for us to share I'm dead in a recliner, As he has been too, I'm ready to go And travel with you... I'm dead in a recliner Alive to a new world, No dead fingers a' grasping They're open, unfurled.
There's a brand new angel in heaven today, A little one with shining eyes and sweetest baby smile. Tonight the folks who loved him come together to pray And share their precious memories -- just for a while...... The Bible says that we should in everything give thanks, But how do we thank God for the loss of such a boy? Through sharing grief and pain, our family has closed its ranks, Now we must concentrate on just how Conner brought us joy. Not that he's gone, but that he WAS, that's where the blessing lies.... That we were given such a gift -- although it couldn't last, Not that we've lost a Treasure, but that we held a Prize, And that we all hold Conner close in memories of our past. When we share grief and pain, the suffering is cut in half. When we share joy and pleasure it is truly multiplied. Now picture Conner with the Lord -- I think I hear him laugh!! And let us dry each other's eyes from all the tears we've cried. No speculation now for what our Conner might have been, For what he might have majored in -- which school he'd have attended, But realize that he's been spared temptations and some sin, And to be in his glorious state, this earth-life must be ended. I do believe that Conner, if he had the choice to make, Would choose the joys of heaven (for we know that's where he's gone). And he will watch and wait for us, however long we take To reach our home eternal when our time on earth is done.
tears washed the blood-soaked feet of her beloved Son In Loving Memory Of the blessed Virgin Mary
Dear mom, I see I made the headlines today; they said, "I was killed in action, in a land so far away." "They wrote about the accomplishments of my life, and then it read, another Hero has lost his life." " I looked real good in my uniform, but mom, I have my wings, they were waiting for me, as I walked through Heavens Door." Jesus was waiting, as I entered in, and He told me "I have been forgiven of all my sins." Some of my friends, were already here, and they are free of the pain, and the scars that never healed.. Mom, I know you miss me, and you want me to come home, but, you knew this could happen, and I'm sorry I left you alone. Heaven is so beautiful, it glistens, and shines, and the people here mom, they are happy all the time. So please don't cry, and be real sad, you were the best mom, any boy could ever have. When your time is near, and the angels come to call, you will be flying so high, but don't worry, you will not fall. I have to go, I have things to do, but mom please remember, I always loved you. I see I made the headlines today, they said, I was killed in action in a land so far away. Mom, this place is so beautiful, and I can't wait to see you again.
to take a whole bottle of pills to knowingly give up on life to jump to your death just to avoid struggle and strife to disabuse alcohol to take a drug over-dose to voluntary check out of life to have death's door close the coward's way out to just cave in the coward's way out suicide is still a sin God did not give mankind a spirit of fear God did not give mankind a reason to check out of here God won't give anyone more than they can possibly withstand just turn to Him , trust in Him to help you understand that life is a continuous journey on an unchartered course just let The Holy Spirit be your life sustaining force and don't take the coward's way out
Woman, feel the fire of Life and the fire of Death, But that is not enough, Intuitively, you know, with every keen breath. But that is not enough. You listen well to that still, small voice, But that is not enough. The crisis has come and you must make a choice. But that is not enough. In your depression and despair, you have come upon Death's door, But that is not enough. Embrace it, face it, hear the roar. But that is not enough. Do not argue with your Self, woman, you must act now! But that is not enough. Once you feel the fire, you will change the World.
He`s the begining and will be the end,but in between these times,he`s your friend. Though you can`t see him or feel his touch,you know you love him so much. You know he loves you and me. He`s the one who opened ours eyes to see. He heals the sick and visits the old. He`s the one who warms you up when you are cold. He`s there when your down and want to cry,he`s there when your in pain and want to die. So please don`t worry or be sad,for when you pass on,then you`ll realize,he`s the angel you`ve always had.
I flew today with my father long gone Yet... We flew It was his birthday The sixteenth, it is only another day He taught me so much, in little ways as such A fathers' way DC-8s never die they always fly here, there, in blue sky The small ways, are what I am today Such gentleness I owe to my mother My endurance To my father.. For, I am A mixture of my parents way The love of wings, an inherited thing Eleven years ago, another time Long ago Such things, I have come to know
The faded wooden doors of the church Loomed over me like the gates of hell. A portal of anger and sadness, That could consume my very body and soul, Like a rabid dog looking for sanity Forcing me into a typhoon of misery And freezing me for a moment in time, To remember a reality That's no longer real. My soul, no longer a part of me, Watching from above; I watched my feet carry me, With stuttering steps Like a dying child; Flowers of all kinds, Roses, carnations, and ferns, Poked their heads from every corner Like peeping children Hiding from their angry mothers. Their smell no longer sweet But reeked of death and heartache. I no longer wanted to breathe Panic ripped through my heart Like a jagged knife Tearing every ounce of sanity from my soul. I gaped in fear as I saw her face, A face that had once Radiated with sunshine and laughter Like a rainbow after a storm. Was now filled with death and silence To never again hold the key of life But locked for eternity In tragedy and despair, Taking with her my life And burning the bridge behind her. I reached out for her hand Then drew back in terror, As her icy flesh burnt my skin; A hand once warm and full of love That comforted me, Now lay motionless for eternity. Sounds of grief and heartbreak Burnt my ears like fire, Causing me to glance in every direction; People, many I knew, Looked as if they too were in hell Being gnawed at By grief and pain. My knees swayed, Like a bridge in a terrible storm, And buckled beneath me, Throwing me violently to the floor; As I lay cold and beaten, I no longer cared to live, My life was gone; I looked up, hoping God would take me, But saw only darkness instead. Gradually, in the midst of that darkness, Was a tiny light. A light so bright and pure I had to shield my eyes; It called to me to get up And like a broken child I crawled to my feet; I stood facing her Her shiny skin gleamed in the light Like a shooting star As her beauty Transcended her body. At that moment she spoke to me Begging me to go on; I turned from her, Facing the once hellish gates, And staggered into a heavenly place She promised to wait for me. I reached for the handles of the heavy door And walked out into the light, A place where she and I Were to live together For all eternity.
There are names Of which People know by fame Also there are names Shouted out in shame Yet one should realize That ones name Only with their decisions Will be known in fame Living throughout the ages Through generations with different stages Only when one discovers the secret Then they shall be fame treated
As I fly with no sound across the earth I see all with no judgement except for birth through the mist of the ocean insanity dwells as the lifeless bodies propel to hell For I am nothing but a bird or so you think Without me chaos would reign and the angels would blink Thank you pain, for without you nothing would gain I feel shame, thank you pain once again Without you I not tell what I see Could it be you respect me? I find that hard to believe Im not holy, nor a savior, all I do is retrieve, Once you die, you will envy me as I see what I see You will beg for forgiveness but it is too late You have now become part of natures sympathetic bait when the time has come I hope that you will see what I see then you will realize "damn, that bird was me" Thank you pain, I see what you see
The most beautiful and the saddest song I've ever heard, Was the Old Rugged Cross as I hung on to every word. It brought sadness the brutal way our Savior died, And the way He was mocked, and so viciously crucified. But His death was short lived, His prophecy He fulfilled. He suffered His death like any mortal man, Succumbing to the pain that was part of the plan. Beaten and bruised before being nailed on that cross, The day the world experienced it's greatest ever loss. And, yes I do I cherish that old rugged cross with all my heart. Knowing that He died for me helps me to play my part. And the beauty part of the song is where I lay my worldly trophies down, Knowing that the Lord Himself holds for me my crown. Sometimes I see visions of those crosses on that hill of so long ago. And I feel like crying out, Stop this madness, Stop it don't you know? Then reality awakens me to thought that this deed has already been done. Nailed on that cross, Jesus Christ, God's only son What He Gave, Was probably our only way for us to be saved So yes I will cling to that old rugged cross, For without what it stands for we all would be lost.
I step ashore I now know............ What is is all for To come this far so These people mingle, my thoughts tingle These spirit lights, change these dark nights This ethereal glow Emanates from the isle Known only to us so The ones chosen to be......................... The happy Dark glassy sea, protects me Those who live, those who forgive..................... Come to be Golden lives, step ashore They now know, what it is all for What the spirit contrives, golden lives Carried by golden dhow This golden dawn, new lives reborn The golden throng This is where they belong For the life now passed, the golden soul continues to last The spirit lights, that mingle Light up the dark nights, their thoughts tingle This happy place to be So far,far away, on the dark glassy sea Is much more than I can say, for the golden spirits mingle.................. and play Spirit world, my golden light unfurled Spirit light on an island So bright
Gold sails of light, silently carrying me in dead of night Soft billow of golden sail, takes the lead, I hold the rail, watching increasing speed This dead of night, glassy dark blue sea, this silence, carries me Far,with gold sails of light I do not steer this vessel, I am its only passenger, my thoughts I must wrestle This glow from golden light, from sail, through the night, carries me , far on dark glassy sea No ripple disturbed, golden sails reflected on dark glassy sea, I am unpeturbed, no fear detected, for this ship only carries me No stars to guide in this dark of night, this silent ship does glide with gold sails of light For ,far ahead is an island bathed in soft yellow light is this where I have been led? For I see many gold sails, so bright! These golden sails of light, carry me back to the fold, for the precious cargo that they hold, is my soul I step ashore, I now know what is is for, my body I leave behind, a new beginning I find This dark glassy sea is not for me, gold sails of light are what makes it right, for this is meant to be For,in this new land the golden sails have spanned, carried me here For I have no fear For I am........ only me Gold sails of light over dark glassy sea Silently carrying me to island ,so bright
Lay me in the ground Shed not a tear Play me a song To send me back home Think of me when you see the stars Smile when you look at the moon Embrace the wind And listen close Feel the earth And its magical translucence Feel the sun as it shines down Set in the shade of the tree That reflects upon the ground Watch the branches as they sway Listen to nature as the creatures play Smell the sweet breeze as it passes by Please don't weep there's no need to cry See you never lost me im all around You only laid my body in the ground My spirit will never parish It will always remain in the realm of time You will catch a glimpse of me here and there Please know I never went anywhere And I will always be with you to let you know I care All you have to do is open your heart and I will be there By Joshua Lloyd
i saw dream-stones emanating in clouds above the sea, with scarlet radiating the sun was setting free. a heart of hunger strained, ring-fenced in golden bone, blue and silver veined, no more to beat alone. in living with a dying that death could not possess, life felt death defying, redeemed of emptiness. i saw the angels falling as snowflakes from the sky, and heed the future calling to my true love and i.
Like in promise I wait I sit upon my bed Some say I wait for death but that is untrue I want not of death and it none of me all I wait for is in faith You know that moment in your heart For some the phone will ring for others it will walk through the door but when will it happen No one knows and that is why I wait And all I know... In my head it rings This place i found, In lives my soul the voice of an angel will carry me home the sun will rise to carry me there the voice of an angel will carry me home oh, the voice of an angel will carry me home Where are you Angel? Please take me home.
I can only hope, you're up there, Waiting for me.... Waiting in the clouds Puffy pillows to lounge on, And as well to play your harp, Visitations by many angels, Oh,don't they look so sharp!? Maybe one day, they'll bring you to our one and only God, To plead your plea, and make your case And begging for forgiveness From his staff and from his rod, And hope that he will nod, And invite you to come and join him, In his lofty palace far above, Blessed with angels' trumpets, blaring, And the lovely endless flight of dove, But most of all, for you to bask in, The Glory of His Love.
We cry another day for the hurt that couldn't escape. Embedded in the heart as their mind were being raped. Enduring the moments of hell while capturing a thought, My life will be destroyed, My dreams would be lost. I must speak a word, So let me speak through you The voice the survived the tragedy I went through Believe you have a future, for hope found your path Refuse to silence your scream as healing develops your laugh Captured in unfamiliar Arms (Love) A price that was paid. So lift up your voices ladies You cant' afford to be afraid. Remember I speak through you. You're the seed that's been planted Your presence is a miracle Yes, your prayer has been Granted. (Life)
whenever you look up there i will be maybe not in person but my spirit will set you free so wipe the tears from your face close your eyes because in your hearts is where my memory lies.
We shall not be here always As one day, too, we'll leave Fear not that day of passing For now's no time to grieve With love and admiration Hold strong, within your hearts The love that knows no boundaries The love we now impart Today, we have each other A family proud and true As it continues always on All our love is here for you So, hold it now, smile a smile You'll know no greater love Than the love, we, as a family Were gifted from above Today's the day to make a vow Not to another, but unto you Keep love within your heart, always You'll forever keep us there, too
When in death I close my eyes then place my body in a box suitable for such, but Bury Me? Never! When the last gasp of air is vanished from my chest then place this shell I once possessed into the dirt, but Bury Me? Never! When time is overthrown by eternity, I pray thee cast my ashes into the deepest sea, but Bury Me? Never!
In the early fifties...Elvis was an unknown singer, who struggled to be heard... to be taken to stardom; so he paid four dollars for his first record to cheer up this great nation... 'till its early inflation! There was a certain provocation and gentleness in his soft, unique voice... enough to draw world-wide attention; if boredom seeped into any soul, it would turn into a feeling so joyful... just by listening to his songs! Ma and gradma finally gave in: they listened to it without considering it a sin! The gentless in his beautiful voice, and the honesty in his warm looks... couldn't be ignored; and it was felt from Memphis to Las Vegas.. from North America to Europe, and anywhere Elvis' s golden voice was heard! Some folks considered rock and roll evil, my generation idolized it... it started to give music an up-tempo that changed it forever; and when he died,many assumed that he would be buried along with his legendary name... they were so misled and wrong! It's August...a sad month to remember, and I sit by an old record player... sadly playing his vinyl records as if he were still alive: frantically dancing,, and singing his lyrics with ease! Elvis, all that I remember... all that I treasure of your rich life, that ended in tragedy, is the unsurpassed passion you put into your splendid career! Elvis, you didn't go without a remembrance or a tribute: my thoughts are put into words with affection, and my lyrics are set to music to up-lift me; and who's to say...that I am mistaken: not to be proud of everything you achieved, and of the influence you had on me?
Even when the trees have forfeited their leaves Lost eternally in a fog-filled plain of despair And all is submersed in deafening silence I brace myself for colder winds Still I notice you on colder nights When darkness encroaches on my soul Reminiscing of peaceful mountain bliss Encased in an indomitable white blanket All creation shivers underneath Forceful piercing winds blowing gray Gnawing away my hope for more But what was relentlessly frozen through Has bravely surfaced impenetrable doubt Redecorating life in vivacious greens Even now in death you open intrepid doors For new life to begin an extravagant novel journey And so it is with you and how you make me new In every season's change
It's not the actual circumcision of man that one needs for you have been circumcised through Christ from sinful deeds let no one take you captive with hollow and deceptive thoughts don't depend on the human condition and the principles the world has taught let The Holy Spirit inside you continually dwell be baptized with the blood of Christ and drink from the Living Well let God cancel your sins and nail them to the cross become a new creation in Christ, tell the past to get lost like the phoenix that rises up from the ashes of destruction let your ashes of sin be shed, become a Godly reconstruction God is most supreme, He is The Creator He is our Father and spiritual generator through the death and resurrection of His Son, Jesus Christ we have all been forgiven of sin and offered eternal life since we've died with Christ to the basic principles of the world's laws yet we still belong to It and must obey them even though they're flawed put to death whatever belongs to the nature of an earthly mind remove the seven deadly sins from your life and rely on God's Kind do not lie, do not slander, let no foul language fall from your lips as a new creation in Christ you now have passage on that heaven-bound ship forgive as The Lord forgave you, be bound with love and peace in unity let the grace and mercy of Christ rule in you with a perfect harmony and whatever you do, be It In either word or deed do It In Jesus' name and It will come to seed praise, pray and rejoice in God again, again and again be thankful He's a God of second chances, who'll forgive you of your sins
I kissed an angel's cheek today and watched her as she flew away. I couldn't hold back the tears I cried, as I said my last goodbyes. For never again would I be able to see that beautiful angel open her eyes and breathe. Now she's up at Heaven's gate, where her husband has been at wait. He kissed that angel's cheek today, and held her hand as they walked away. He couldn't hold back the tears he cried, as he hugged her with a joyful sigh. Now she's bowing at the Father's feet, a person she has longed to meet. He kissed that angel's cheek today, he was so glad she was there to stay. He couldn't hold back the tears he cried, as he showed his amazing pride. For that angel will always be up in Heaven with God, our King.
Walking in the rain. I feel pain. I hear the thunder see it coming feel the rain feel it running. see the clouds, see it hovering. i walk by cars stoped ppl looking, ppl wispering sierons on, happy faces off. through the crowd i walk. hearing aq familer voice weep i cant belive what i see can it be, or is it just a dream. Legs are weak, cant speak. fall to the ground people surround i kiss his hand This is my man. too much hurt. I wish it could reverse its not fair, he just stairs. spiritully not there. No shooting star will make him re-appear no wish bones, will get him home and no kiss, that can make this all be in the mist. I take his hand, doing all that i can. but cant do anymore execpt live and not let go of what he gave me before he left A heart so whole a heart of pure a heart that will always endure within my soul.
Upstroke of wing Rising draught of air Pushing me higher In to white clouds, tinged with gold Such a fluid state of mind Through the clouds, my wings dissolved in to the white There is no such thing, as time here Only me The effort to get here, is nothing at all For, now I am.... Pure energy A fluid state of mind and body... A happening... Dissolved wings, in to the white Bright clouds roll by, there is no up, there is no down Only here Only.....I
A girl falls with a scream, How badly she wishes it was a dream. To wake up wake up without a care, Anymore pain she cannot bare. To feel the peace she felt before, When she speaks she ends up on the floor. He comes at her with a rage in his eyes, All she can do is try to hide. A broken heart that can never heal, For she always feels the pain he conceals. At once he grabs her by the throat, Now all she can do is cry and choke. The pain grows stronger with every blow, She's all alone where will she go. Then all is beautiful and bright, All this Broken Heart can see is light. A hand reaches towards her with such ease, She is home now she can finally breathe.
In his dying moments, as my heart was dying too, I said to him simply, "I Love You" And he said "I Love You Too..." Then I said one last thing, And I pray that it was right, I said, "It's okay to go... go to that shining light..." He died at that moment, a skeptic he'd always been, And said that death was the final end... At that time, I said to his spirit, "Now you know how wrong you were, dear father, my love I'll always tend." That was when the lights and fan shut down, And I knew for sure, He wanted to acknowlege, that his soul, it did endure.
Locked within a cell of clay, was a soul that longed to fly. To play among the distant stars, where light-years twinkle by. Now, clay is turned to ashes, and bars to liberty. No longer bound in earthen shell, the raptured soul is free.
Wishing things would be different Wishing my pain wasn't infinite Wishing my causes had a purpose Wishing i could walk freely on the surface Wishing these tears would stop falling Wishing temptation would stop calling Wishing i wouldn't be punished hashly Wishing my misery wouldn't be finished partly Wishing my end would be pending Wishing this knife would mark the ending Wishing when i take my last pleasant breath Wishing i could tell them before i left Wishing my suffering would cease & finish Wishing my anger would be deminished Wishing is only sucessful when...... You fulfill your wishes until the brutal end
When you have sorrow... Let me take your hand... When the heart is low... All is not as it seems... Half in the heart Half in your dreams All can change... Especially the meaning When you have sorrow... When you fall... I hear your heart, call Your plight... I will guide you in to the light When you have sorrow... I will take you close to me... Painful things can go free The heart cannot remain low... For the sorrow, must go..... It is hard,I know.... To let it go The sorrow.... The breaking too The heart will begin to glow For love never left you It never left me I was always there, you see Wanting to set you free
Carried into the night, I felt a warm hand in mine Reassuring too, this was my time My life is gone now, I never gave up the fight For now, I travel... In soft angel light The stars flew past, not a sound was heard The hand in mine... Soft hand warm, this was my time Through the night, like a bird The hand in mine began to glow, soft and warm Now I could see the feathers too... Not far to go... Angel light, carrying me Gold and bright I stepped through... Left the night..., and saw heaven in sight
Running the race? Yester-marathon they remain. No part in my tomorrow-place. Today? Living & breathing peace. Old saying, "Can't win for loose." Why join the presence course of going nowhere? Just me now, Healing daily of broken hearten. Dying by seconds, Not given rest to seek the real me. Yet, I hear the voices still from the racing track, Common called unique. Uncommon to many is a, "Please! Are you in the reality? My mind is one with the thousand headaches. Do I exist on planet nonsense? No, I must quiet down, Even to speak is a sin against this world. Nevertheless, Action to walk from the flow of the norm. Someone see & says, "Yes, indeed!" I been that person who seen the uncommon living. So my memory shoes I did not throw in the waste basket, Simply hanging in the closet, Journeying past muse of where not to be-
I sat in the dark, cold steel in my lap, eyes closed, soul exposed... mentally visualizing the world without me while I slept my eternal nap. My friends, they seem to function-moving through their daily routines-they don't even miss me... or so it seems. Upon closer inspection-I look into the eyes of the few I call my sisters-not in the genetic sense, but oft times more like family than my own..and somethings gone-a vacancy like an apartmnet abandoned in the middle of the night. Something in their eyes just wasn't right. This sleep/wake dream leads me to the man I call my husband...he seems okay, still working hard every day, gettin' that almighty buck. then i notice he's stuck! Cause he didn't get to say good-bye to his wife-they had made a pact with God to go thru life together- but she couldn't weather the storm...now, no one to keep him warm! My nocturnal travel leads me to a most familiar face, that of my daughter. The sadness in her face overwhelms me. I was all she had on this earth. Now I'm suddenly ashamed because I gave birth to this child, but didn't wait to watch the seed I planted grow, now I'll never know what kind of woman she will be! And now it's too late- by extinguishing my own life, I have altered fate! I've no one else to blame for my life but me. I wake abruptly from this bitter dream, and it seems that I have a renewed strength! I WILL NOT GO GENTLY INTO THE NIGHT... I will try and take all life deals me-for my daughter's sake I WILL FIGHT!
This Vessel Has Faded The body that binded me,binds no more. It was merely a vessel to carry me ashore. Laughter and tears now sing my song,while joy and pain circle to bond. Truth and faith now beat as my heart,while love and loyalty guide it to start. Humlity and serenity now I can breathe, while fairness and will power teach me to see. Warmth and Wisdom led the way,while humanity begs me to stay.
There are a few things that I never got to say I can only hope it reaches you in this special way You were more than family to me I felt a closeness to you, that anyone could see You were definatly one of a kind but always there for family in a bind Christmas is when I miss you the most Sneeking cookies brought us so close Sometimes I see your old place and I am reminded of your wrinkly face You were never afraid to give someone the bird or voice your opinion with some choice words I love you now and forever gram, this is true So I'm sending this letter to heaven in hopes it reaches you
Hello, dear friend, it's been a while I hope to hear you're doing well How are you feeling, how's the family? Please chat with me and sit a spell. The rooms of life have lost their sunshine As age, like draperies, come to close The sun still strong is trying hard now To reach me here, before repose So, speak dear friend, of the outside Tell me of the sun's warming grace Let me know then, before I travel By gazing at your smiling face
There are times when you are left alone With no one there to help you It is then that you must look inside yourself To separate light from the darkness! It is ok child… We all have our times… Even though we're cruel… And evil to simply put it… It is up to you… To make a wise choice… For you're still able to… Don't follow the rest child… So, dry your tears! And keep pushing forward! For your life is now dictated by your actions! There are times when you are left alone With no one there to guide you It is then that you must look inside yourself To separate light from the darkness! Don't be like the rest that are before you You have a choice to not be evil Now look inside of your own heart And separate good from the bad! You know child… You don't have to believe me… But you'll soon find out… That I'm very much right… You have the knowledge… And you also have heart… Use the two mutually… Then you'll be just fine… Now, resist all temptation! Free your mind, your spirit! Because your life now is dictated by your actions! Don't be like the rest that are before you You have a choice to not be evil Now look inside of your own heart And separate good from the bad! Now is the time to peer inside your heart And rid yourself of the evil You have a choice, so go and use it To tell the truth from a lie! So, dry your tears! And keep pushing forward! For your life is now dictated by your actions in life! Now is the time to peer inside your heart And rid yourself of the evil! You have a choice, so go and use it To tell the truth from a lie! There are times when we know we're alone At least deep down inside! But then is the time to look inside yourself To separate light from darkness! You have to be the one that is Still very much reasonable! Now pray to God and look inside yourself And separate life from death!
Facing mortality, I fear not 'Cos my spirit aim for the crown To eternity, I am bound! Nature's fury, I'm not shaken Nor, terrified by impending end That relentlessly awaiting us all, For I never doubted the Angel's call! In silence, grave waits for my flesh To be laid, selflessly, in its caress; If, this is a farewell, then I plead Let the remain, be not mourned Nor, place in ornate to be adorned; I will rise, upon my Savior's command To dwell in a home, for the chosen! For as daylight waned and the night came on, I must safeguard my conviction And I'll be loyal to the solemn vow Until I put my head to rest On my soft white pillow, With full of hope and dignity!
It is with admiration and respect that I eulogize the passing of a friend. He was someone I knew so very well. In actuality, he even resembled me in appearance. He was never truly happy but always showed a smile for others, to not bring them down. He tried to do his best by others, though he felt he let them down so many times. Now… he is gone and exists in the shell of another life as a new tenant moved into his space, occupying the body, heart and mind. This person sees the world as is, but also glows, for he knows he can give love and get love, he is loved. So goodbye dear old friend and from the new guy, hello world!
It's time now the days have run out, your on the way now there's no doubt. Your job here is finished it's your time to reap, so just close your eyes now and you'll be asleep. The work you did here will continue on, and for all who knew you, your memory will forever live on. I hear the trumpets blowing and their calling your name, onced you've departed things will never be the same. So go on now it's your time to shine, and your Crown of Gold is waiting just inside. Signed; Another Loving Soul
A tower of strength to me And a vision of hope, Sad how it turned out to be, Barry lost the will to cope. He hid his pain and his mind began to elope, Cried in Silence and gave in, Then hung him self by a rope. For someone of his faith and spirit life must have been real low, He turned a blind eye to all who loved him, Why did you let go? Life was about to begin! All your empty promises are now broken, I feel sad as I put down this rose, I wish I knew what was on your mind Barry But who knows? -For Baz ''the man'' RIP
I Have seen the light, and been granted the key to Heaven. God will not push or pull me , yet he will embrace me with open arms. My world of bright by day, and Dark by night has kept behind my loving ways. Please don't mourn me, instead celebrate my life, remember me as I was. "Forget me not I say" But remember this forever, and always. Now I'm with God in the kingdom of heaven, to help watch over you, and guide you threw your future days.
That day it was my sister's birthday and I was at the gym, All of a sudden a guy comes charging in! "Have you heard what happened in New York" At first it sounded like regular talk, It didn't sink in until a year late, Our world is corrupted by war and hate. There are two sides of a coin, And they are both equally good and bad, What ever one side got the other has also had, But to think for one moment and leave the explanation behind, All those innocent people that died and those they couldn't find, East and west are two worlds apart but still apart of the same coin, It's the same people in the world that that cross the join, We are all different but still the same, Put our prejudice behind and realise that this isn't a game. Let the events of that tragic day be buried in peace All join hands and let the love increase.
The seasons change and hours pass But your memory is never fading The spring rain turns into winter snow The hours we passed forever remembered Your smile brightened even the darkest hallways No amount of words could express our feelings No amount of tears can match our loss The fall winds forever sing of your story Challenging the odds with a warm heart You were always there to lend a helping hand You carried a torch that will forever burn Deep in our hearts you will live forever Ever growing is the rose of your spirit Life is brief but your soul is forever