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This one is totally fictional. Don't cry little guy just 'cause you're moving away Your daddy's got a brand new job out in Santa Fe He's trying to make a better life for your mom and you So, how about holding back those tears Yes, I'm crying too So I said goodbye to Bobby like I knew I had to do But Some things that I told him Weren't exactly true I wish I could have told him to stay If that's where he'd really like to be I wish I could have told him the truth About his mom and me So, I said goodbye And tried not to cry And told him to have fun I wish I could have said to him Bobby, you're my only son.
There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust, and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust. Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you're fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone. When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand, they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land. Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade; they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide. Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you're fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone. Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps, to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps? Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best. Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you're fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone. So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class; and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart, "You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart." Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; you are mothers and you're fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
When last they kissed, and summer's lease fell brief and sweet, and winter's chill would steal the heart away... Sweet coral days, turned blight to rust, and Shakespeare's words, will wring despair from what will never be. Behold, your eyes that weep, and empty arms will flail, for young lovers swept away on wings so frail... No other love could ever grieve so well. Shall hence, will come a cry, to shatter starry skies with tragedy to tell O' she of flaxen hair, fair cheeks so pale, His love was as a fever, longing still. His sorrow greater than the darkest night Too cruel to bear, delusion played unfair Despair, beyond all words could shout Disquiet of the heart cries out To death, that calls, from 'yond the distant stars. Sweet love so rare, a thing beyond compare. Where whence their love, once like the lilac full The blossom fragrant, so sweet as whippoorwill Ere' slumber's chain has bound them now. Thy song has waned, the garland dead upon the blade, upon the sword, asleep The swollen heart with anguish weeps…forever is a love to keep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I am all alone and there is nobody around, Even in a crown I cannot hear a sound, The music of intelligence was neither in Maine nor was it bound, After years of stupidity, I felt as if I would one day drown. I survived intellectually, living dormant inside my own head, I retreated inside so that my thoughts would never become dead, I no longer existed to them, but became happier instead, I had made a friend and that friend was in my head. Lack of intelligent conversation can be horrible and cruel, The idiots around me are like dogs, not even swallowing their drool, They have their morals mute and not one moral rule, My own imagination is what gave my sanity it's fuel. I am no longer in the asylum, locked in a mental cell, I am no longer stuck inside this immoral hell, Recovery is happening slow, however, I can surely tell, Those people are dead to me, and my sanity has returned.
To love your country, you must commit yourself indefinetly; there are no doubts, or fears when it comes to defend it fervently.. do it for the sake of your family, or your countrymen who wish for peace! They will send you to distant lands, away from your loved ones... to uphold freedom and its sanctity, and you'll shine with bravery! Anytime peace is threatened, you'll retaliate and engage in combat, true soldiers always fight with self-confidence, never retreat in any circumstance! There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair, and nights to shed tears on cold pillows; no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace, but surrendering distorts your honor! As the mission comes to its end suddenly, and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory, although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones: you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies! To love your country, you must avail yourself of dignity and protect its borders vigilantly; be aware of its tremendous cost: risk your own life,or allow the enemy to toast!
See the girl living on the streets? does anyone know she is there, Do you see that girl down in the dumps? and does anyone care. We don't know the reason that she left her home and do any of us want to know? She's out in all weathers without any covers in rain, hail and snow. Does anyone wonder if she's ever lonely when we're all tucked up in our beds, when she's wet and cold, and we're warm and cosy does it ever enter our heads. She might have been beaten when her home she left, she's sad and she's lonely and often bereft. Does anyone see me alone on the streets? trying to smile at all that I meet, asking for pennies for a warm cup of tea, we're not all on drugs, at least not me. I'm trying to avoid going down that road I try to remember the things I've been told. Stories of people lying in the gutter, and people passing by all of a mutter. Do they care, what they see there? I suppose they think it's everywhere ! But I would like to say to all of you . I don't take drugs, I'm one of the few. So to all of you sat home by your fires, spare a thought for me, when you pass me by tomorrow, I'd love a cup of tea.
There's little left now, Lawson, mate, of your home by the hill, Except, a guarding sentinel, the chimney stands there still; To some it's just another site, for tourists passing through, Perhaps they've never read your works - how sad, but maybe true. Eurunderee and childhood days, please tell me if I'm wrong, Instilled in you mixed memories and feelings, oh so strong. Yes, monumental moments mate; the hardship and the joy. They brought to mind old childhood days when I was just a boy. Is that your Dad with shouldered axe and wand'ring off somewhere? His cross-cut saw with him as well. I'm sure it's him, I swear. The dark haired lady on the log and scribbling on a pad; Your Mum I guess at work on verse; she taught you well my lad. Old grandpa Albury's visiting and dons his greasy hat. I know it's him, no other soul could ever shout like that. The muck on brother Charlie's face. It's not Jim Nowlett's brew? He surely can't believe that tale, 'cause none of it is true. I see young brother Peter mate is tending cows again. You mentioned how they liked to stray. You're right, they are a pain. Is that a horseman riding up and pack horse by his side? It can't be old Dave Regan. No! They told me he had died. If Billy Grimshaw's teams passed now, his bales of wool so high, He couldn't swear from being bogged; the bitumen runs by. The gold has long but disappeared, though grape vines grow here still; Red wine is known around the world; I know, I've had my fill. I can't stay any longer mate I've got a way to go; To join up with my poet friends, up Queensland way you know. I'm glad though that I stopped a while to reminisce with you, Like Banjo mate, deep down within, I saw you as true blue.
She cried, She died inside over and over again, She was trapped in herself and she had no way of escaping. Taking drugs to dull the mud that's been in her eyes for years. She's so far away from reality that it's like she is constantly sleeping. She has to remind herself what's fictional and what's fact because the hallucinations wouldn't let her breath, they'd lie to her every chance she gets. Turning her mom into a monster not butterflies suddenly this high becomes a nightmare. One she had been fighting for so long, 16 and still traveling the same rode as so many younger than her. She didn't listen to all the voices that tried to tell her what she was missing because truly reality is the thing that makes life worth living. To her reality was the guy who had raped her constantly when she was young, Why choose reality when you could live in a dream world where everything had excuses. Not only could she not recognize the girl who cried constantly in the mirror but she'd done so many things to herself that even her eyes were a different color. It hurt so bad not to remember so she continued to fade until soon it seemed better. In an idiotical world where there were always smiles, It wasn't until she got help that she realized the real world was never always pleasant. It was filled with hate and lies and pain but that's something real and something she needed to face. Something she needed to open her eyes to, life would never be cake and she couldn't have her victory without tasting poison at least once. So when the tears dried and the wounds healed she signed up for a special thing a thing called GED and she got it.
i swing into dreams i swim into the deepest sleeps i never seem to get back in time now the world seems clearer my friends say i am getting better i wonder if those are just words to deny and a lover of the abyss you sprang out of the mist but i cannot give you what you seek the phone keeps ringing and my heart keeps doubting of all the words you have tried to speak so speak no more. so let me go. please dont speak anymore now i just want you to know. there are rainbows and clouds better than what i am right now you can find them somewhere out there my heart cannot bear the pain i will send because i am not mister evil again please my heart says i want to get out there my heart says i want to let you go i just want you to know. i dont love you anymore.
her heart is steaming with reason/ he got her body screaming with semen/ emotions she's feeling/ is making her/ weak to her knees man/ scary temptation is on/ he got a chrome to her dome/as she lays face down in the flow/ into her body he goes/ in the air waves/ she/ he/ screams/ curses/ and moans/ is it by some body she knows part two is coming
Came from California, looking for a place to fall: Portland's good as anywhere, and now it's best of all; Learned to love the roses, and the rivers full of rain; California drove me north, and Portland drove me sane. Leaving all my memories back behind where they belong, Sang a song of roses, and I let it make me strong, Lifting up my life inside my hands to make it grow Tall as any mountain rising mighty in the snow. Sing a song of roses, Dreams of me and you, Portland love encloses Dreams of me and you, Sing a song of roses. Gentle people welcoming you, with an open hand, Mighty people not afraid to fight to keep their land; City on the river floating ships from overseas; People soft as roses, people tough as Oregon trees. Been a long time coming, but I'm here to rest awhile, Never mind the highway, never mind the weary mile; You and me and roses, and the salmon in the streams; Can't believe were thriving, Portland rain has washed our dreams.
We are all a proud Canadain people, But as of late, I dont like what i see, There is no more debate on certain things, We are just simply told, this is how its going to be. Prices on everything is going out of control, With no end in sight. No one even seems to care, Or even put up a fight. We follow along like lost sheep, Waiting for someone to stand up and say, Ok.Ok. enough is enough, we cant take no more, Its time this Gouverment moved in a different way. At each election , we are promised this and that, Things will get better they say, But for those who cant find a job, It gets harder to live, day by day. The welfare line keeps growing and growing, Because there are no jobs to be had. For a father of five young mouths to feed, Makes his heart feel awful sad. I think its time this Gouverment stood up and say, To the rich people of this land, You made your money of poor peoples back, Now it time to give them a hand. But like most Gouverments , nothing will be done, Unless we ALL stand up and say, We put you into power to help the PEOPLE , Not just the rich along the way.
Are we visited from another world? I think we are ,but we are never told. They visit some times late at night, So they are not detected by our lights. Our radars they can fool,theres no doubt, They fly through our air space, in and out. The only way we know that they have arrive, Is when they put thier space ship into a dive. One crashed in the desert , a long time ago, But it was all hushed up, no one was to know. It leaked out in the press that very same night, By people who witness the falling lights. The army told people to stay away, To have nothing to say about what they had seen that day. But we as a people, think all should know, If you want to visit the site, then you should go. We often wonder why they would come this far, From a distant planet out there in the stars. Is it because we are related in some way, Or are they just passers by, its hard to say. Now its our turn to travel to other worlds, To see if we can meet other boys and girls. We hope they will be friendly, when we finally meet, To live with out War , now that would be neat. I hope they dont see us as a war type, And have come there to cause trouble and fight. For its Love and Peace ,that we should share, Even though we still dont have it here. Innocent people are dieing here every day, We know we can stop it, so lets find a way. We have to bring people togather in love and peace, So when we get to thier world, we will have a smile on our face.
We drove by her run-down house with faded green shingles and boarded-up windows, a sad feeling overwhelmed us; many times we helped her to cut down the thick grass and in return she gave us three yellow flowers as a token of her gratitude... no one else could have cared more! "These flowers are for you,darlings,because you helped me plant them in the soil, and they've grown to be tall and beautiful in a garden so tidy and nice!" she exclaimed in jubilation; "Remember me by when I'll reach my home...to dwell in the presence of the Lord, and I'll be looking down on you and pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!' she gladly said with resignation, foreseeing what she couldn't explain... She told us about her sweetheart, whom she loved indefinetly: from the moment they met, to the day he peacefully died: a lovely and faithful wife was all he wanted and dreamed; and their marriage lasted longer than they expected to be... to be taken with them, not being afraid of death! "This is the grand piano I sed to play for my husband on his last birthday; he laid his arms on my shoulders and sang along with me for hours: on those snowy nights without moon... when romance was rekindled with kisses and the sentimental tunes took away our winter's blues!" she murmured with deep regret, until her light eyes became wet... The decaying house was put up for sale, and only these kids have a story to tell about the nicest person on that block, who once was the prettiest girl-scout... who loved us as much as her own children; but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone? And if you wonder what her name was, she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!
When youth sets us beautifully aglow to soar on the swift wings of a sparrow, and altough the unknown may frighten us: we will not stop from living out those dreams, because we are the constant seekers bolder than the soldiers of fortune willing to stare in the face of events that'll follow, be in the incognito and confront fate alone... Our main reason for being here is to accomplish unthinkable and amazing things; to start where the smallest dream begins, and make it grow by taking the giant steps of an achiever... We should never fear the challenges that lie ahead, but is it worth to step back and not speedly act... imagining of the wonderful visions of the the unseen tomorrow that rampantly flourish inside our impatient head? Will we fall from the flaming,crimson sky and grope our way to a passing cloud above with the certainty of having found love, or will we quickly come down to earth and die? Which one is better: being a disillusioned dreamer, who can still dream,or a sullen-looking miser? Our main reason for being here is to love with grace and intensity, and have the willingness to break down the ugly and horrible barriers of alienation; and finally let all thoughts flow in without diversity, to discover who we really are...
When your day is not going well, look around to find someone to tell your problems and worries to... unless you lose heart and hope and make you empty and blue, but will you cope with your hurt? The wonderful joy of being alive: lies in the secret of facing your struggles, and change despair into love; many don't try hardly enough... they give up and wait for miracles... others erase their pain with a laugh! When your day is not going well, try to say a short and simple prayer: that'll give you more strenght to bear... and if misery knocks you down, stand up again, and start looking at life with new eyes; all the way through...your courage will arise! Finding a better way is very pratical, and when you reach your goal... you'll lend your kind hand to even passing strangers, and love them as your very special friends; then you won't be lonely and sad!
Snowflakes don't make me forget the lovely places where we lay... everything that's being covered by the cold and fluffy snow; there are many precious things that won't ever be buried below! My wishes are small in size, but big in their meaning... like the eternal images of a past Christmas' memory: laughing and caroling...while strolling down the festive streets of a city that never stops to greet: the stranger,the dreamer and the seeker! My wishes are small in size... that even imagination can't summarize! Folks are so busy going to and from...rushing through the drifting snow, making sure everyone is on their list; we are in a different kind of spirit... the one that lasts through this merry and thoughtful season of awe: making wishes that have true delights and more! My wishes are small in size, but big in their meaning; as the snow slowly falls, I fantasize... a Christmas' dream is beginning!
What constitutes a shoe? The leather bound tongues of inglorious pomp, ambling midst the glades… pugilistic caffeine panders solely to the soul, ergonomically agile, bar the finest detail… eye-lashed straps entrenched in the name, toiling syllabic misnomers, shorn against the scornful blood of erstwhile colonialism, perpetually in memorandum…
My Thoughts are Different by Landon Phillips The things I believe are not the same as what you believe My thoughts are different and my trust is naive I can't say I'm perfect but I can say that you're not either So why bother to call names like a griever Take your time and see the real world Not too waste or spend time with some useless girl The shadows of night come out to rest beside you Be careful what to say or to do The narrow way that leads you towards the light. Don't follow it if it appears too bright. But you will do what you want- I can not stop you As for me, I too the world must remain true
She smells of stale garbage and wine Her boots all worn and tattered Stern-faced and stony eyes Dressed in a tired ol' mink She shivers as she takes a rest From pushing her metal cart Squeaking and overflowing with Items reflecting her life She had been warned twice to move The choice was not hers to make Today, like all the others She will walk ten blocks or so In hope to find a warmer place To lay down for the night Just a corner to rest Is all she will be needing She knows this will be over soon The pain gets worse each day Yet, her hopes live on for one more day Her deliverance is on its way! ~*~ *"HOMELESSNESS"
Please allow me to introduce, Without any pardon or excuse, A man who needs no introduction, To those he's given instruction, A man who has always helped me, To understand extreme fallacy, Through guidance and edification, He spreads his extreme education, Now he never reserves his lessons, And always leaves his impressions, Upon those he teaches his schtick, For he is our scholastic mechanic, Always he tinkers under the hood, To find the best of what is good, And now without further adieu, I am proud to present to you, A man who's mind always races, And affords us other head cases, A view most definitely skewed, By great wisdom and high I.Q., A man whom I proudly call my brother, Who's humble wit makes him tougher, Than my boastful wages however manic, …Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!
I am completely confused, beyond my words, I am interested in this girl that changes my world, Change is something I fear but today all is unfurled, But what do I do when I choose to change the world? Relationships for me have never been so easy in past, More than half of my relationships never seem to last, I work too hard and try too hard to pass, Then I fall as if forever, right on my ass. Seeing her in class, she seems not mizzy, Yet all the time I try, she comes off as busy, All this confusion is making me feel so dizzy, So what do I do to change this rampant tizzy. That is enough, with this confusion I am done, All these questions are weighing me down by a ton, Pass me my book before the night has victoriously won, I'd rather move on from this confusion and just start having fun.
Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter Eye for Eye. Folk were listening to our lord Such a crowd had gathered round The news of this enigma Had spread from town to town. The multitudes all came to him To hear the words he spake He'd been speaking there for quite a while And the day was getting late. The lord with Passion in his tone He told those multitudes {There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners The good Lords words, their food} He said to them "now you have heard An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth But I give you another law So listen to my truth". "Do not resist an evil person When struck on the right cheek Turn to him the other also Just hear these words I speak If someone wants to sue you And take your tunic too Then let him have your cloak as well This, I do say to you". If someone makes you walk a mile Then walk with him for two. Give what one may ask you for This be the thing to do. If someone would borrow from you Then do not turn away. Hear ye this, it be the truth These words you hear me say".
Being black is not just a figure of speech Its a noun, adj., & knowing when & when not to turn the other cheek Many pioneers has lived with the mis representation While some died fighting to end the civil frustrations Being black isn't as bad as it may look Our physical properties don't represent the makings of a crook Our natural elements are sustainability & resilience Our original nature made us uniquely Brilliant enough to handle our own responsibilities Our culture is design to shine bright so that everyone can see The Afro American culture sets the tone for a concrete society And need no help to raise our family just equality Even with methods that was used to torment us "We shall overcome" was a phrase that helped boost us "By any means necessary" we struggled through the turmoil Once we began to re "know thyself" the bigots of the world started to boil Then had to recognize our true uniting potentials They psychologically uses entertainment to convince us And install hate inside our mental Through dis associating our past & segregating our class Degenerating our creative intentions Re imagining our mind with criminal inscriptions So Trust All we got is us Our ingredients posses spiritual reasons to teach They figure since we was enslaved & freed Afro Americans wouldn't know how to reach We paved the way to preach So to prove their unintelligent They dictated our intellectual & spiritual nature by the color of our butts Pardon my speech
When The Wolf Cries The wolf cries out to the great chief in loneliness, pain and sorrow/ Not because his pack is hungry but because his people are hungry/ He cries because he smells defeat and anguish among his own/ He hears their life, their death and he hears their dreams……. The wolf cries out to what seems like nothingness for some thingness/ He cries not because his pack is changing but because his people are changing/ He sees very few cultural leaders left if anymore left and many more young lost souls that continue to follow/ He cries because his very own pack has divided themselves among their own culture and very own way of life……. He cries not because his people are now living but because his very own culture is dying/ So he cries out for a leader to step up above all obstacles and bring back the dream of the buffalo so that it may roam again in our minds and our young hearts again/ He yearns for the dream of not one but many leaders to walk up our own staff's high altitude to humbleness and gratitude/ He cries because he can see that we are killing each other but more important is ourselves/The eagle seems to be caged and our warriors of many become imprisoned from death and self-destruction which can seem like the end of the trail/ But the day is coming when he will see a young modern day chief walk that less traveled path so that once again his people and their very own dreams on eagle wings fly when the WOLF WILL TRULY CRY……..
It's hard when I see so much pain, Filled with life's many hardships, All these troubled souls praying, For miracles through their worships, Even at home they are lost, And muddle through their days, 'Release us from our lots', They cry out from their maze, Yet I find it even harder still, When I must stand here and watch, With neither the way or the will, To give what little I've got, So Lord I pray you fill my cup, Give me the success and station, Where hope can spring from love, To answer all this frustration, Let me afford more than simple words, Grant me the means to answer prayer, Lay before me a path true and sure, To receive great fruit I can share, My life has taught me so very much, As my prayers so often are granted, I know what it means to be touched, By the charity of the enchanted, It brings a life of such great hope, To you and all of those you love, It helps you to widen your scope, And great faith when times get tough, So today Lord I finally pray, For something I never have before, I pray for riches so very great, That I would never need to ask for more, Vast wealth beyond Solomon or Jabez, Great wisdom and eternal good health, The power to shape the will of others, And all the prayers I leave on the shelf, And I pray that I remain steadfast, In service to you through my fellow man, And you answer this prayer however crass, Before this poem is written by this hand.
Tribute to Bob Dylan I remember well when I was young And music was my thing There was Billy, Elvis Cliff Richard And to me these guys did bring Wonderful moments in my life As I bought all of their stuff But then this other guy came out And Lord, that was enough My interest it went to him Who changed the status Quo His name it was Bob Dylan And me I watched him grow From a young folk star, to a rock legend He did change music's face As he prophesized some potent things That would touch the human race. He told us in his screaming voice [As he played his mystic role] That all the sons and daughters Would be out of our control He sang of the whole world changing And I'm seeing that come true Oh Yes, that old Bob Dylan I loved what he did do.
Red Beard laughed at this lad Stumbled on the wrong ship he had Stowing away on a pirate vessel Turned himself in not even a wrestle Stout young lad must be at least ten He wasn't sure of the trouble he was in To the plank cast him aside! Then the boys knees buckled….he cried Red Beard yanked him up and stared deep Some use of this boy, if I want to keep To the crew or to the sea? Red Beard thought A pupil to over see if well taught "Take him below!" are his orders "Food and water in my quarters" The boy moved quickly at the thought of food Take his mind off of his saddened mood A feast laid before his weary eyes Hot bread and large chicken thighs Warm milk and cool fresh water too was in store He ate and ate till he couldn't anymore It was eve before the Captain appeared The boy was asleep his mind without fear. Into his arms the boy went Carried to the cot for his rent An orphan too, was this pirate knave Maybe this child he could save Schooling was what first struck his mind A great teacher was hard to find Sailing and piracy was all he knew "I want more for this lad. A start anew." …..A rapping came to the cabin door Urgent business he had to make sure "What is it?" Bellowed a voice "A British flag and jack a hoist!" A war galleon was on the horizon A battle was on the rising
Forgiving The Unforgivable. I held my peace and sung a song, that echoed through the righteous hall, my right, my truth, all put to wrong! As judgment fine had met the pall. How can there be a better way, to tell the world of foul play, than those, your words, that captivate, and that, my looks, you separate; your lies, your tricks, my punishment! In years to come a sure lament; but life shall only last its days, until the sun these men does gaze; then deeds shall bind our spirits such, would implore it the heaven's touch, so again shall meet face to face, when shattered is the time and space, there I shall pardon and forgive, as not in this dimension live, and from this burden be relieved, that had a trusting friend deceived, and yes, I have just this to say, that friends and foes alike decay, but on that day, you I shall see, as an error of mortality. I hold my peace and sing this song, That echoes through the righteous hall, My right, my truth, all put to wrong! as judgment fine has met the pall. R.N.Khan, © 2012
Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland
A Lesson From the Buddha The Buddha had been getting round And listening to the crowd. He'd often sat there silently And heard them moan so loud About their own sad burdens And all the hurt they'd had. So he thought up a little plan That didn't seem half bad. He called the crowd together Said "listen here you guys I've been thinking for a great long while And I have thought it wise To grow a special tree for you And here it lies before you Now listen well to what I say I'll tell you what to do" He said "this tree before you It's to hang your troubles on Each one of you must go to it And your troubles will be gone As you hang them on it's many branches Then what you'll need to do Is take yourself some others burdens And make them part of you" The people thought that this was cool It seemed a grand old way To rid themselves of all their burdens It was a happy day! As each smiling so broadly Placed there burdens on the tree Then they thought for just a while And they began to see. As each the truth did hit them More restless did they get At least they knew their burdens So each with no regrets Did race back to that trouble tree To grab what they had hung there The Buddha smiled good humoredly He had made them all aware. 29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.
Starlit Night. Way up there in the great North West In a place called Exmouth town I'm lying on a sandy beach With sea so vast and grand, And I'm waiting for the turtles To beach and lay their eggs, As the evening's soft and balmy And the sand's a snug warm bed. No turtles came ashore that night, Cause folk were everywhere. With too much foolish people noise, Oh, so much din was there. No turtle would be that insane, It was like a circus show. So me well I just settled down, And went me with the flow. I lay there looking at the skies, And as the day went dim, I saw the stars a gleam like jewels, As me, I dived within. And Venus glowing like a lamp Reflected from the ocean. Aphrodite did shine through her, I could feel me loves devotion. And Orion was above my head, Three stars there in a row. And above them was that greyish haze, It was like a milky glow. And that milky- way poured into me, As I felt such mystery. And in that mystic space so vast I glimpsed me ecstasy. Two hours passed, my mind was stoned , By the beauty of the night. As the star of love shone so intense, With no moon there in sight, And I thanked the all so tenderly, For the bliss I gained within. I never saw no turtles there, But I cleansed my mind of din. 2003
Yeah Im living in a souless society, My people keep doing each other wrong so much its hard to get right with me, Its so dark with alcoholic violence that I can no longer see the light in me, Survival of the fittest I am no longer because there remains almost no fight in me, I struggle with death around one in all forms of variety, I am so low at times that there can be no one high as me, A lot of non-sense for my body I keep buying me, at the same time my own people keep fighting me, but its time I just say "**** it" and kick all that *****to the curve away in the bucket, I hate the truth so much that I start to love it, Creating a mind full of knowledge gold, a mind full of many nuggets, Now its time I face my own truth even if my own people lie to me, I can and I will overcome this souless price that seems too pricey, **** all that bull-*****I will rise out my own souless society
There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/ Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/ This my poetry and self-made concrete art only I control it/ So all ya critics out there behold it/ I was gone for a minute locked up and locked down trapped inside concrete/ I was at work the whole time my poetic skills only got better they did not sleep/ Now I arize through shackles and chains I now know true defeat/ Im here to stay Im the artist keeper the true se7en poet of keep/ I will do what I gotta to be poetically remembered the day I go se7en feet deep/ But for now my life upon ya'll I lyrically creep/ My thoughts are one of a kind they cannot be replicated/ Im so relevant now fifty years from now I still wont be outdated/ Its your coice you can love it or you can hate it/ Go ahead haters debate it/ Still Im the Artist and the Poet thats my motto statement/ A whole empire of poetry and artwork since lockdown I have painfully with pleasure created/ NEVER AGAIN WILL MY ART AND POETRY BE UNDERRATED/ I was nothing before all the time spent in concrete and confinement/ Now Im truly poetic with artistic assignments/ Anything I draw I can also rhyme it/ There are more to my tattoos each one has a story and a meaning behind it/ I knew there was hope in poetic art I just had to find it/ All I got to say now is "F@#k ya'll who wanna Doubt me/ F&%k all dat shyt you judge me like Im on American Idol when you dont even know shyt bout me/ Your vision of life is blurry and your death thoughts seem to be a lil cloudy/ I am a Poetistic Diamond in the rough it was God it wasnt you who found me/ Now I know more people from around the way gon crowd me/ where money and trouble again will surround me/ I was a lost gem on lockdown waiting to shine, waiting to poetyically explode/ A natural born poet carving out my own road/ Living by my own F%$#%ckin poetic codes/ I can't be rhymefest free when I get lost in that poetic mode/ My Time is almost here/ I been waiting for this momnet all f&&%&ing year/ I cant believe I made through many concrete shed tears and many unheard of outside fears/ My freedom day is near I will not blow it/ This my time now homie I control it/ Im concretely the smartest writer even if you aint know it/ MAKE WAY PEOPLE FOR THE SE7EN KING ARTIST AND POET
A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy
Men were given total dominion over all living things, and when they subdued their enemy: they were granted immortality! Beside every great warrior of old, there was a strong woman of humility, who gave him a victorious sword; and helped him change the course of history! Emperess Theodora was one of them to show adversity; when Noka's revolt broke out: she decided to stay, while her hushand, Justinian, fled the city; what an admirable act of feminity! Beside every great warrior of old, there seems to be a look of invincibility, a defying moment to obtain glory; and the cost for a golden crown is well-known! Be the warrior of modern times, treatened by fear and fragility, seek out the man you were destined to be; trust that woman who posseses internal beauty, and beside this warrior, her courage will guide you with dignity!
Yeah I'm back on that same road once more, Struggling like litterally I see our very children eating off the dirt floor' Who can really give a **** about dollars because where Im from over ninety percent living dirt poor, Even down here the struggle remains the same, Alcohol remains top dog around here it wont change, We want something different yet we keep seeking just a little more money, just a little fame, We aint happy with what we got now so we let the bull *****get to the brain....... Its sad how our people let even ourselves be lowered to ask for pocket change, We dying fast, no not our people but our culture cant you see the blood stains? Cant you see the youth playing games, six feet deep is where many of our very own youth sleep, forever trapped in their death beds still laying, I just hope I am remebered strong when Im gone confused why sometimes I wont stop praying...........but its alright though because Im back on that road again lost without family or friends......I dont know where to stop but I know where it begins........there's a meaning to everything in the start on this road so lets make this a memorable End......
Darkness envelops the city the demiurge is open for business hookers on the street show their wares Speed freaks hearts beat like bongo drums In the shadows a needle pierces flesh Night people come out in the shadows The smell of stale beer and laughter comes from an after - hours club The dark side of the city sings and dances as the clouds block the moonlight the night people remain anonymous in the urban shadows
The sunny soul of the lion. Our lady of the sun Never humble, she's so proud She loves to organize, and plan She's the Queen, this speaks so loud To be her friend, gain her respect And never let her down She's lovely when she's happy But please don't make her frown. Creative is her manner She like to stand right out When she's there in any place She'll leave you with no doubt As to who is going to run the show But she's very good at it Anywhere this lady be She'll help out quite a bit. Her sunny personality Will get her liked by most But she can be over bearing And though she's warm as toast When she's got a down on you You'll learn a heap on wrath When that ladies on to you You'll do anything but laugh. 11 August 2013 @ 0606hrs.
Stumbling I've seen the price, Of not answering the call, In touch with the Holy Spirit, I've seen the love within us all, I have been in the company, Of the one who brushed sin away, He is beautiful, loving and kind, He asked me if I'd like to shape clay, Now to this day I have studied, I have shared in great fellowship, I have tried to capture the truth, Praying and fasting in loving worship, And lessons I learn and share, Combined with the life I have led, I hitched over twenty thousand miles, And people around the world I've met, I have worked in ivory towers, Had a radio show across the land, But I have also been a laborer, Who worked until I could hardly stand, Trained in real estate regulations, Insurance and securities rules too, But I've also been a garbage man, And begged for my dinner a time or two, The blessings of this up and down life, Where I've been up and down so many times, I now know the benefits of this strife, It's helped me understand my crimes, Those times so full of arrogance, Where I hurt those who I hardly knew, But even worse were the sad times, When I hurt those I professed love to, I was weak and tired but I tried to stand, Not worthy but the Lord gave me power, When I followed his simple loving way, Then Holy blessings were like a shower, The more I reach to understand, What the Lord would have me do, And to answer the call of the Lord, I am always led right back to you, I am not sure what I can share, For I've seen the world good and bad, And all people need to be spared, To be blessed with all they need to have,
Wings spread out, the sun in its face, a scavenger set out hunting, Looking for anything it could find to satisfy its hunger; Down below a little boy lay, barely alive, hardly breathing, His battered face turned towards the lifeless body of his father. The ground around him once dusty and dry, Now wet with the blood of this innocent child… Death hovered over him, lingering, waiting, watching; Time slowed down, the child blinked – and then never opened his eyes. A hundred flies quenched their thirst, the blood now pooled beside them. The vulture circled overhead, now joined by his friends, The table was set, their lunch was served, For the little boy and his father it was a gruesome end! Victims of a war, not that among nations… Rather a war of the human spirit, twisted by false ideals Humans killing humans in the name of religion; Blinded by hate, fuelled by intolerance, humanity's dark side revealed. The vultures and flies enjoy their fill, While we whisper a prayer for those lost souls; What will it take to stop this madness? What will it take to heal this world? (A tribute to the lives lost in the recent religious conflicts)
Death of an Innocent Heart That day I fell,today I lie six feet under.I thought you was the one when we first met you made me laugh you held me when I cried and now We have grown to far apart to even truly remember what we use to be.Then by sad chance by crushing feet by this deadly curse you left me and that day I felt my heart die.I wonder what I would do next should i had moved on would the pain hurt me more I don't think i can handle it,should i end my life here will i have pain no more.But what lie beyond death how do I not know I will leave this pain.That day i jump off the bridge into the lake that day I let myself be swept away I let myself drown in sorrow and pain.When I am reborn i wish to be free like the bird in the sky like the ocean and streams, never to face what it mean to be a human.Today I die for the lost of my love for you,It is what most call the death of innocent love.
People of emotion Love and pain in their heart People who's tears tell the story Of love, life, death People with only a touch can see what is in one's soul People who smile with children And tell what it is to be young at heart People with dreams they wait for To see what the future will bring People that wish on a falling star For wishes come true People that write word of the above They release the emotion from within Read and know who you are People of emotion We are people of soup
He stumbled in, as drunk as sin with a limp and a nose full of red He ordered cheap gin, and the blood dripped in As he raised the drink to his head He sat on the stool,and the drops formed a pool He could feel all the eyes on his back He guzzled the fuel, but he kept his cool As he loaded the balls in the rack He straigtened his gaze, yet still in a haze and challenged the room to a game Then through the maze, with a cigeratte blaze The surly stranger came His face was stone, He walked alone With a beer and a black leather case with a cue of his own, his cover was blown On his wrist a tatoo of an ace He said "I'll take", and he put up his stake The lushes all gathered around With a half hearted shake they flipped for the break While the bartender poured out a round The stranger broke, with a solid stroke And down fell the four and the three This guy was no joke, then he pinched from his poke and cried out "the next one's on me"! Ear to Ear grins, as they swilled down that gin In this stranger, a hero they'd found They cheered him to win, as he knocked those balls in they cheered for another free round He had it won, yes all but one The eight was final ball The table run, the lushes stunned When that sphere refused to fall Clinching his fist, shocked by his miss He glared across the table Like a ship in list from drunken bliss to stand he was barely able That drunk cracked a smile, for he knew all the while That he only needed one chance In appearance so vile, yet he shot with style That Gin put him into a trance His vision was blurred, he mumbled and slurred Yet to win he would need just one more And so much as a word, could not be heard That stranger just stared at the floor Well he sank that ball, and won it all and he yelled with a bellowing groan "before last call just one more tall And the lushes can all buy their own!"
The joy of the pheasant shoot. Getting set for the big event The good folk do their stuff They beat the earth with sticks, do they? With their little dogs so tough They flush those pheasants from the scrub So all can have some fun Killing them with smiling faces As they fire beloved guns. Then as the pheasants in a panic They bolt into the sky Our hero's with their guns in hand Make sure that hundreds die As the air is filled with the cracking sounds As birds fall all around Just so these fools can get there jollies These corpses cover ground. I wonder sometimes if these hero's Have any souls at all That they could get such satisfaction Doing these acts so cruel Sometimes it leaves me speechless At the way folk get their pleasure Killing beauty just for fun Is an ugly kind of leisure. 10 September 2013 @ 1340hrs
Election Day Last week was our election It's been going on for weeks From the space where I was standing It all looked kind of bleak The chance of labor leaders Getting the ruling hand There'd been some inside fighting They weren't looking too grand. But when I thought about it It didn't really matter All these fools, it seems to me Are only noisy chatter They promise this, they promise that And then what do they do? Nothing, absolutely naught They say is ever true? So anyway I was lucky What by accident, I done Was muck up on the valet sheet I failed on every one Of those boring little boxes That were staring up at me But I really did not want to vote So it was meant to be. 11 September 2013@1720hrs.
There's a man I'd like you all to meet whose Aussie through and through, From his felt hat to his R.M. boots, he ridgy didge, true blue. He was born in Roma, Queensland, back in nineteen thirty-three And his parents were from sturdy stock, a pioneer family. Station life was in this young man's blood and one can understand Why he took to writing lyrics based on things he knew first hand; Those loved tales of some lad's 'Silver Spurs', the 'Rutland Rodeo' And 'A Time When I Was Mustering' he penned so long ago. Chorus Yes, his heart is in his lyrics this tall man from Injune way And he's had his songs recorded by top artists in his day. Yes, Wave Jackson loves his ballads and mate let me make this clear He's admired in music circles as the Maintop Balladeer. Old Mac Cormack and Joe Daley both wrote lyrics by the score And along with Wave and Coster … hell they made an awesome four. They all had their songs recorded by Slim Dusty through the years And these men are all respected to this day by all their peers. Wave continues this tradition and he still writes to this day And now picks and strums a Maton in the true bush ballad way. You will find him at most Musters and he's happy as can be As today he shares his talents on his very own CD. Yes, his heart is in his lyrics this tall man from Injune way And he's had his songs recorded by top artists in his day. Yes, Wave Jackson loves his ballads and mate let me make this clear He's admired in music circles as the Maintop Balladeer. Wave has travelled 'round Australia and he'll tell you that he's sold On the fact there lots of songs out there just waiting to be told. He then proved this down in Tamworth when he won a gold guitar And of all his fine achievements it's the best he says so far. It has been a wondrous innings for this gentleman of song And I hope things will continue and his journey will be long. He's a real true blue Australian and they are but far and few And I'm proud to have him as a mate and share his song with you. Yes, his heart is in his lyrics this tall man from Injune way And he's had his songs recorded by top artists in his day. Yes, Wave Jackson loves his ballads and mate let me make this clear He's admired in music circles as the Maintop Balladeer.
COAT OF ARMS Last night I couldn't sleep,for thinking only you... As I wrapped in warm embrace,your spirit tinted blue To oust away thine pangs,in hopes to see thee smile... I'll yoke ye 'pon my shoulders,to carry through this mile To trade your tears of sorrow,and see them shed in joy... I'd jest for thine amusement,and be your favorite toy For thine malady been expelled,I'd invoke it banished 'way... Taking it 'pon mine self,so you've strength to seize th' day Though I'm not an king,nor prince 'pon ivory steed... Th' possessions I've procured here,are thine if felt th' need I'll sweep thee off thy feet,if not familiar with th' waltz... To breathe ye 'cross th' ballroom,as an feather floating 'loft Mark mine words I state here,and hold me to their true... I'll prove I 'steem thee precious,as unfeigned I surely do Just promise me one thing,that next time when your down... You'll wear these words as armor,'til I mend thy broken crown ~AZAZA~'09
The power 0f Scorpio Scorpio, she has the power Her approach is so intense She'll delve into her deepest depths Where her secrets are entrenched She' mostly mellow, but look out She well might blow a fuse From anger kept held deep within Self -control she well may lose She's the saint, or she's the sinner Could be either one of them But she will want to live her life Not like the rest of them Because she'll like to ponder She'll delve so deep within Take a look into her dungeon Get lost within the din. She's loyal to her loved ones And never lets them down Once she has accepted you She'll often take you down To places most don't want to go Introduce you to your soul Transformation rules her life It be wrote within her role. 17 August 2013 @ 0633hrs.
Me and you,its just us two, on days we laze, and gaze.......You and i, we laugh and cry but agree to never say goodbye...why?...........because we know to grow we must let it show all the love of life, with no stress or strife..so we just laze, and gaze us two....after all thats how love grew.
oh it could of been the armored car, or it could of been the gun, instead it was the Germans that's were it all begun, CHORUS , banks in gambling money, they ignored the peoples plea , sold off the Irish human rights, to protect their dignity, the government our christian rights, as they moved the vatican out jobs now ten a penny , this reward is what we got ,CHORUS tax there is on everything , down to air we breathe, sick they lie on trolleys, as in poor St Vincent helps them out, oh leave us a little on the bone, as our children are our future, ohh whats this bloody nonsense taxes on our shite , as we all struggle hard in life, CHORUS we are the fighting irish, who fought hard to keep invaders out, now tax the ruling government with wages way to high, bring back the armoured car , and the f---ing gun the land of saints and scholars , thats were i am from, we are the servants of the rich, who get very little pay all we get is cuts and more they gamble each and every day CHORUS ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ a song i wrote
Mommy, I know I left you here. Ring ring went the phone, Little did we know never again would I answer Ring ring went the phone. I was eating breakfast when Open slammed the door, That morning how strongly I would have denied I would end up on the floor. I tried to scream, Mom, I really did. But he had me. . . He used my garden tools to beat me. He had me. Those tools used to bring me so much joy, But his purpose was to aid him. I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them. I shielded my face with my hand, But soon that was broken. . . The simple trowel was my doom, All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . . There was blood everywhere; Mom I was so scared. To stop fighting though, I never dare. The sleek black laptop I had Been given for Christmas Which held all of my Favorite pictures of us, With it and my purse, He ran away, Not knowing I wouldn't Be here today. The white-washed walls Of the hospital room Only all too well reminded Me of Amontillado's tomb. I left you in the hospital Though. All alone. . . They caught him, have comfort, Even if you're alone. I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't want to go. . . But who ever gets a choice? I had to go. How little did we know, that One day, ring ring, Never again would I answer That phone, ring ring.
Thus the world was ruined, By the sin of a single man. A tiny twist in the story, Brought about a change in God's plan. For out of the garden they were thrown With nothing but rags to cover themselves; But with wisdom so dangerous yet powerful That opened the gateway to hell.
God simply made man and woman to be together for the rest of their lives... it's a blessing this heedless world has not fully known; and it's so rare nowdays to see two people in love, and promise each other to be faithful! Is that all so impossible? Real men don't cheat on their women, real men give their whole hearts full of gold to those who really love them; I've come to know a good man who did just that for his woman, and he still loves her although she's old! Unfaithful men, would you rather have an unhappy home or feel a joy as sublime as the sunrise in glory? Untrustworthy men, give up what you crave; you can be the strongest man on earth, and still can't stop the tears gathered inside! Real men don't cheat on their women, real men adore and cherish them 'till they're gone; to be beside them and share a lovely dream, to console and encourage them when they're weak!
I left you long ago for a place unknown Every time I remember how it used to be My heart is always flooded with memories It was not always about the running water, electricity or the good roads It was simply about the rich abiding love that people shared with others If I did not show up at church, somebody stopped by to check that I was okay If they did not turn up at a place, it was my duty to be certain that everything was alright Neighbors were family friends not just people you waved to Deeds were done not for a fee but out of love and that was the way we rolled I became a mother for the first time in a strange land, I could not be more lonely Husband had to go to school, I had no one to turn to I called my Mama, thousands of miles in Africa, I wept and wept All she could say was, "baby you can do it" you go on and be blessed It was tough, it was hard but I made it If I did not know God in a personal way, I might have lost it I miss you Oh land of my birth every now and then The laughter, the pure joy, the unfailing love I shared with others The help of others that was always at hand Everyone looking for what they could give not what they could get Though you have your share of woes but you are still the land of my birth Though you are still developing as a nation, you have qualities that can not be compared I have found a home in this place, it is no longer strange I have been blessed with a family and friends that do care
take my soul and crush it... like you do... every day... You've never looked so beautiful as your figure walks away the sad screech of my broken heart as it ceases to play you took me along for the ride of a lifetime, only to throw me away, every single day, and it is a crime, without reason or rhyme, to push me along with your toxic logic, abandoning me again with an afflicted soul, and my heart doesn't know that it is your toxic logic that twists me up inside brought on by your reign, and I can't recall my name Once again in my little hell, all by myself, my very essence betrayed, is there any more to tell? Lie after lie has fooled me, but now I'm done But I still love you, so my pain is far from done. You think that I'm inferior to children, that you can't talk to me, though I've been here since day one, why can't you see? that my existence is for you, and no one else, and the sickest bit of it puts me in a rage... and i try to turn the page... But I'm trapped in your toxic logic, abandoning me again with an afflicted soul, and my heart doesn't know that it is your toxic logic that's killing me inside brought on by your reign, overwhelmed by pain I see the world in black and white, no color left for me, I gaze across the room, and what do I see? I see yet another soul about to be ensnared, by this predator, but I simply don't care. I lost a part of me, and it used to let me love, But it has been snatched from me by this uncaring troll, and here I am, an empty vessel of defeat. I simply don't know, I truly have been beat. But as I retreat... from anger flows heat... Seared by your toxic logic, abandoning me again with an afflicted soul, and my heart doesn't know that it is your toxic logic that branded me inside brought on by your reign... damaged by pain... The last tether to you broke, I'm free at last. an empty part inside remains, holding me fast. I sink to my knees as the vacuum in my soul starts to shrink, loving you brought me to insanity's brink. I slowly raise my head... and gaze ahead... No longer captive to your toxic logic, that abandoned me with an empty soul, and my heart now knows that it was your toxic logic that tortured me inside under your maniacal reign... which gave me nothing but pain…
O mysterious sea...as light as the eyes of my faithful sweet-heart, inspire the distant soul of this poet in distraught... whose poem is still unfinished; give him the rhythm and flow to embellish his heart-felt verse with sentiment and thoughtfulness! Beyond the rolling waves, ships carry secret lovers who deride and defy their fate and set their souls on fire... without feeling a need in dire, or admitting an awful mistake! O mysterious sea... take their ship away to a shore where nobody will see, and let their fornication be as crude as the awakening of everyone who's not afraid of indulging; I will take no part or joy in their pleasure so openly and willingly! Could I forget that she ever existed, or ever loved me with trust and sweetness? Wouldn't it be unforgivable and wrong... to waste what was blessed by holiness? In this era of unfaithfulness, many choose to do harm to someone else... thinking only of self-gratification, breaking the vows of dedication! O mysterious sea as deep as the love of my changeless woman, who contemplates every sunset and dawn with the purity of a dove: let no beautiful eyes deceive me, and sadly erase the innocence of her memory!
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away— I met the person whom I shall love. It was summer season—in the month of May, when I found my dearest dove— my life; my beloved; my prized; my cherished with no name. In that land far, far away, surrounded by the seas, by the name of Puerto Prinsesa, we tasted the sweet scent of its breeze— I and my cherished with no name— as little seraphs of heaven sang in bliss. Stealing glances, that's all we had in that land far, far away; and also in stealing glances, our tale has ended, as we witnessed ourselves falling away. The sun never rises without bringing me trances of my cherished with no name; the wind always whistles but I never had the chance to hear the voice of my cherished with no name; and so, my heart desires of revisiting our land far, far away— to bring me back to the scenes, to bring me back to my once upon a time that my yearning heart once has seen. Author's Note: Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee
From Williamsburg, bright eyes, overseer of the metropolis, witness of endless pulsation, loose walker in green mood sometimes, drinker of emotive cocktails in the summer afternoons, tell me the news my friend but spare me from Eastern Side square puzzles. Let's stick to our plans as I said, one trip here and there, suffering together, that's the plan. See, the river keeps flowing despite our nightmares, those sidewalks have invited tourists to feel like they were red bugs in the rainforest, fostering projects of little value, breaking mirrors, flying by wingless copper statues, crossing the river in a pure firework boat. I wish I could stop by more often, I wish I could share more tables with you my friend, I wish I could travel the light speed and have a well done negroni with you on a weekly basis. The place from where you are, oh God, I feel like it is mine too, never mind to explain that. Blessed from North to South, from West to East; Autumn. The so hundreds messages all over the park, who will be next to step over this so blessed grass ?
The soul of Gemini Gemini be so restless Boredom be his curse Coop him up for too damn long And he will get real terse He's friendly and adorable Until he's bored with you Then he'll be off to seek another It's what his kind might do. He loves to get in arguments' Debates are dear to him He's a cunning, clever little chap You'd never call him dim He learns a bit on everything Then thinks he knows it all And yet he has a way with words That could charm one up the wall. Though fickle in the way he is He really loves to learn With all his curiosity This little guy will yearn To find out everything he can He's kind of nosy too But mostly folk will like this chap For the antics he might do. 8 August 2013 @ 1524hrs.
La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir
When I was growing up I WAS a ninja turtle When I was growing up my cry could make blood curdle When I was growing up I loved race cars When I was growing up I believed in Star Wars When I was growing up I played with toys When I was growing up I kicked it with the boys When I was growing up girls had cuddies When I was growing up my fights were beauties When I was growing up I made a big mess When I was growing up I cheated on my tests When I was growing up parents were mean When I was growing up I was never very clean When I was growing up I did crazy things When I was growing up I wanted wings When I was growing up I colored in the lines When I was growing up I destroyed the blinds When I grew up I realized it was fun Now I apologize for what I have done!
I have brothers and sisters Not by blood, by an unspoken bond Some wear leather some wear lace We all ride our bikes to and fro We are a community within a community We know what one is thinking just by a look Based on Respect ,mutual trust We live, love and laugh just like you We ride the twisted, curvy roads Wind in our face, no destination Sound of our engine, appreciating nature The smell of the grasslands We're like the indians With our own reservation We're like cowboys, who ride a horse Ours is a steel horse We protect each other And will help out anyone Funds are raised, toys for tots Breast cancer awarness A family who just lost a loved one I'm the sister who saved your daughters life I'm the brother who protected your son I'm a mother a father, a daughter a son A sister a brother, an aunt an uncle We love the same as you and yours Our family is bigger, the ties run deep So next time you see us, remember this One of us might be the one to save your life
Inheritance squandered and strewn, appearing to discard his lessons of life, He became a wandering fool, starting over again and again, The destruction left in his wake, seemed to leave him nothing but torment and strife, But lessons learned along the way, secretly were stashed and kept by him, Now with greatest potential, finally he commits to redemption, Believing it essential, to share the knowledge of what he has learned, Our hapless fool now sets out, to design a most worthy commission, Which would finally allow, him to teach these lessons he has discerned, But now he knows he has gone, long past his last December, He's seen far beyond, what any man should ever see, Now he knows much more, than he cares to remember, For this life-long tour, defined who he has come to be, He is a transient soul, never wary or vigilant, Yet ever watchful he grows… in the knowledge of his quest, But now is history, and the future is eminent, Life's still a mystery, and he didn't try his best, Where are his straws to grasp, and firm ground to stand upon, Should he be called to task, for that which he should or shouldn't have done, Where is the ambition, he should have had all along, Just what was his mission, and would he have learned a different song, Answers can be all too easily found, once you have past your last December, But how can a sage's logic be sound, as all of life's lessons slowly fade away, And will he actually care, once there is much less to remember, As he has less and less to share… ignorance is bliss and this is where he will stay. So where does a December go, should you forget Spring, Summer and Fall, The stark cold winds begin to blow, hope is all but gone and prayers are hard, Might grace be found and faith rewarded, once there is nothing you can recall, Life's passions no longer recorded, life's last cruel and hard lesson plays its card, By keeping all doors open, he appeared the accidental sage, Holding the keys to wisdom, but the door opened a touch too late, For all he can remember, these lessons far too precious to trade, Now past his last December, sadly we watch his redemption fade…
Awakened by the loud pistol shot A battle commenced blood was hot "Where am I?" Alexzander thought Noises progressing where the battle fought Curiosity took hold, he dressed quickly CRACK! Up above the sound sickening A voice he heard and recognized instantly "Reassuring" he said admittedly Up the stairs sprinted the young lad Once on deck the vision was sad Sailors were dead and he was mad Then tears welled up feelings bad Something moved to quick to feel The blade ran through, pain was real Cold was the sharpened steel His eyes closed shut, then he kneeled…. As the blade slew through his chest His eyes caught hold of a man abreast A shaven man of unknown test Had regret in mind of his lawful jest A boy so sickly murdered made the man ill Took all his fight and spirit still Then he turned towards the shrill Of Capitan Red Beards final kill! Over the planks he stammered over To the boy with blood filling odor Then to the man steel now shouldered Now it's his time of death to lower. A swing of a sword severed his head A feeling of guilt for a child now dead I shouldn't have left my bed His only tear is now being shed A witch doctor tattooed from eye to foot Covered the wound with a grainy soot "A life still breaths in this crook!" "Quick my magic and my book!" 12 days and 12 nights his magic cast The wisdom of his darkened past Healed the boy his color fast Dreams were plotting a mind so vast
Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself
" I Feel " At times I feel like no one's around me sometimes I feel upset and always angry. Though times I feel like I'm all alone sitting in a dark place where spirits and evil roam. I feel like people take me for granted I feel like people at times they don't understand me. Sometimes I hate cos my love is a memory at times I feel so fake pretending to be happy. I feel hate I feel pain I feel things that I can't explain. I feel hurt I'm not feeling the same I'm always thinking and my mind is strain in my brain It's ashame. I feel tears as they fall down my face so many things taking from me that can't be replaced. I feel abused and I feel used I feel thrown away I feel bruised. Cos I feel hurt and pain I feel damaged and stained I feel helpless It's a shame my hearts been shattered I feel pain. I feel pain I feel pain I feel pain I feel pain. I'm so in pain and it feels like no one gives a damn cos I feel pain.
This world is getting tougher to survive everyday. The cost of living is more than my pay. It's going to get worse that's what the old folks say. The bad times are here and here to stay. Just look at the shape of the U.S.A. we're afraid to let our children go out and play. Maybe we all need to get on uor knees and pray. Jobs are getting harder and harder to find. What I own ain't worth a dime. Inflation is up and so is crime. Alot of real good people are in a bind. Can't even get care when your in your prime. Most everyone you know have fallen on hard time. I can't help them out when i'm worried about saving mine. Career politicians keep sucking us dry. They tax everything we own and anything we buy. Most of us blue collars will work till the day we die. While the rich skate through life and don't have to try. We all have to stop living this goverment lie. It's about time we let that eagle fly. Remember who made this country, it was you and I. We the people can bring her back, and put this nation back on track. We made her strong and that's a fact, and Noone will ever be able to take away that.
Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Sleeping atop a Mountain Far from Greenwood village enthralling people of Folly Under calamity Thou Doesn't notice Thou Do not take notice of Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris veiled as Travelers Believe they're always here So pay Heed and forever be benevolently And Fortuna pursue thee provide them with Strife They will show Thee what adversity fills our world Light-Hearted-Ale Intoxicated trickery singing blissfully Awaiting Audience, Wait and see shown Thy Hospitality With Bread and Cheese O' Morgan ap Rhys Play the Harp so Enchantingly All Will dance Until death bestowed following the Revenging road Abuse the will Of The Unseen Tylwyth Teg Cader Idris Thy gift made thou so blithe With retribution Thou Couldn't see how enchantment Curses Evil For In the Night All Will Disappear
Creeping, crawling Slithering snake Listening to what's not yours to hear Gathering, spying Lost in your own Walking tall, so you think Like you'll never fall You know not what they do Creeping, Crawling Stalking your victim Not knowing your victim Who knows you stalk
She danced wildly amidst the crowd taunting man and woman alike Though she was playing at all of our wants tonight She possessed everything men like in a girl And the charisma of man to make the girls whirl I say well done at such a feat Her smile enchanting her voice sweet Her hair a flame of yellow and black Cut short to not hold her back Her body lean and not lacking Her eyes a blue like a wave attacking Bejeweled ears and a posture that was so Captivating hearts began to slow My gaze shifted head to toe in awe Of this maiden that seemed to me all… Then I awoke from my reverie to realize That I will have to go with out this prize To sea I go to conquer my fears As I leave lifes gems behind with no tears
Tiny dirty hands layered in filth, grim under the nails, what dread do you face as you toil and toil throughout the long frightful day? There is no comfort behind broken walls, no comfort in mothers arms, no safety offered to your wondering soul. Tiny hands scavenge for food, finding only aged bones with little meat, few scraps to feed your aching abdomen. Those hands so small, so cold, trembling uncontrollably, wrapped around your petite frame, your mind replaying "How will I survive today?" But you toil, toil on. The water there is none. Only blackened pools of thick mud and how you long to taste the cool refreshing drips on your tongue, to soak your calloused and bruised toes, but that fantasy has long been gone. Feeling as though you where made to suffer, made to grieve, want and never to obtain you start to weep. Those hands, those tiny dirty hands reach up and gently push aside the free falling tears that seem to never stop. Though you can't see her, her pain is real. A child of hunger, a child of fear, her wanting is palpable, honest, and correct, no lusting just dreams all shattered by circumstance and sadly she is not alone. So as you sit in your homes surrounded by loving faces, grand objects and perfectly set dinner places, give thanks as your hands, clean and untouched by poverty break bread.
I can't say it yet, but I will When I can effect you and instill My mind and emotions you destroy Like a soul you own. Like a toy One day I will defeat you! Punch, kick, and beat you The bruises and cuts sting right now I want to get you away, but how? All I hear from you is pain and torment It is a waiting game for the one single moment Learning hate and dismissal with indifferent tones While I sit in a bed weak and alone Brings me to my resolve and what I must do Get ride of the demon and ass whole in you My days of suffering come to an end When I make that phone call and bring you in Relief in the eyes of my mom and brothers a real We made it through this whole ordeal Most of all I except the role you failed and didn't deserve Bread winner in a house that can finally be heard!
A grim occupation was his indeed And was one that the world thought it didn't need Which is why this ballad chooses to extol Not "murder", but "population control". One Killer chose to hide his true name By taking another's; he felt no shame, For then he's be free to pick and choose Someone to kill, and have nothing to lose. A child perhaps, or reven a father; With helpless infants he did not bother But mothers, he would leave alone (They reminded him too much of his own). So much blood had he already spilt; Despite this fact, he felt no guilt He felt he was destined for this task; Helping the world, though it didn't ask. One shouldn't laugh at his self-given job Though his resume was rather macabre, He helped evolution by doing his best To weed out the weak and spare all the rest. Though murder is certainly an evil crime, And murderers should pay for it with their time, Consider the benefit this man had to give By removing the weak from the strong that still live. For science keeps the weak and diseased from death And holds onto poor souls stuck on artificial breath. So consider this man's actions with silver lining, Or when the world gets overcrowded--stop whining. But don't misunderstand what is being said here; This poem makes light of something that's feared And don't be surprised when someone takes role Over humanity as "population control".
Laugh when you cry Dance when you mourn Fight when you make peace Fly when you can't jump Call a fool Solomon Put on your clothes when you take a shower Work and never ask for your wages How about planning to steal from a police station A monkey and an angel getting married What about saying thank you to an atm machine after dispensing you cash Imagine an elephant falling in love And a bamboo tree dancing It's a crazy world Even mental people rule over countries A world where the foolish rule over the wise Isn't it funny how intelligent people become servants to the supposedly never do wells Why do good girls love bad boys? Why do bad things happen to good people? Some bad people even live longer than good ones Messy divorces leave you wondering if there was ever love Crazy when you see a husband beating a wife almost to death Again I wonder why getting married Gosh why bother Take a stroll I assure you there is plenty madness everywhere It's called the upside down world.
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down there goes my day youth: tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony. ! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up. dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse. am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure............. am like a sun who shine in human, head hat.................... am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............ 'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of tilting to the face of the earth. 'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
I was the water beneath their feet, the Warm breeze that swept past them as They took their first steps to The Promise Land. I moved them forward with little persuasion, Their minds racing with the anticipation of Life being given by my gentle hand. The trees twisted before their eyes; The sounds of the past filling their souls As my warm breath filled the air. The coyote called to you, the sky blushed, The ancient faces of years gone by, Gathered, their whispers hushed. Your faces, I remember, to this day, Were filled with dread and joy, But I knew the future you had ahead; To fight, loathe and destroy.
Dreamer, never give up on the unrealized dreams of yesterday; and with nothing but hope... you can imagine them shine, even brighter than the furthest star... when your sky has no other light! Dreamer, don't put them away; see in strides: a courageous heart! Lay them out on the pathways... where everyone can see them with a clear view; dreams are lived out by those who are free to trust and love anyone of their choice... to let emotions speak with an inner voice; dreamer, you can have them, too! You could think of a possibility, and turn it into a certainty; never passing up that chance... to paint the unrealized dreams of yesterday with lively colors that can only be found in a rainbow that delights all senses! Aliveness comes form a surge of profound awareness... that awakening to life may seem an illusion, so dreamer realize the dreams of yesterday with all thoughts and joys set on tomorrow, and let them swirl within and immensely grow... by not letting others interfere with your happiness, which is often threatened by another intrusion; dreamer, hold them in your grasp...don't let them get away!
One night a man said to his son your friend is really sick The child pondered this and asked can he be fixed It isn't as simple as that my boy Why he's not a doll or a simple toy Secondly the child pondered what was the matter Stomach swelling and cerebral contusions from a Horrible clatter A drunk man going home one eve Didn't mind help or watching his speed So he was just in the wrong place The boy was young and chase A bruise was all the drunk man suffered and mental grief Now the boys friend now enjoys a painless Eternal sleep A grown man one day entered a grave yard and promised A point that he nearly missed The point of is statement was that he would never let a man do this So he set about securing himself as a prohibitionist The young man accomplished a good many laws indeed Until he found that a drink was all he would need He got sick, ill rather more like a severe headache Aspirin was out of stock and if not treated could result in a state So he new that a drink would thin his blood to relieve pain That was against his word, promise, and his claim! So he did! Later found out that drink saved him He had a blood clot in the brain would have slain him He sought to utilize his skills to bring back alcohol use Though not to over exceed or abuse He won his endeavor with prohibition and drank responsibly Taking away keys and driving licenses to the weak and wobbly Though that man thinks of his friend he can't take back his factions Every night asks forgiveness for this transaction On the FUTURE
Fire, fire burning out of control. It started like a dimly lit candle A spark went astray It grew and grew Until it raged out of control Lives were lost along the way Those who survived moved on To better their life The rest left behind Broken hearted Still no clue did they have It was their own fault
Life is an array of twists and turns Nightmares to conquer and dreams to burn Why must I wait for the opening of the gate The world outside is a forest and dark and the people are it's bark The lies Distrust Denies To dust Cries for something more and they drag you in because they must What's the point? You work to meet them then work harder to defeat their memory To undo their damage and disconnect the joint One man that knew no better Didn't mean to make me any upsetter When he said it was better this way But I'd love to forget it any day For years I've seen it So many tears I've tasted for it Betrayal never gets old ask me sometime and the story will be told Cheaters Liars Beaters Criers Defeaters All the things I disgust and leave the taste that leaves me to a further distrust Whores Bores Posers Closers So many I can name So many I can blame So many I can claim at one point and deny me what I want But if you don't know, you don't know me
From my northern city full of rain... I came to this splendid island of Capri, and through the blue eyes of Emily, that constantly remind me of that southern sky, I saw the beautiful expression of a true smile, a smile that drove this man insane! " Ci vediamo a Capri, " she said to mer sadly... trembling and trying not to cry; and though the April' breeze was so warm, she shivered...reaching for my hand to hold! Oh, Emily that wasn't a goodbye! O island so full of fragrant, pretty roses... waiting for those passionate lovers: I must depart from you with sadness, hoping that tomorrow I will be back! Oh, sweet darling...oh, lovely Emily: I won't be gone for long...from you and Capri! " Ci vediamo a Capri, " I told her with an emotion, so hurt and deep, that brought me to tears...until I couldn't breath! " Ci vediamo a Capri, " I said aloud as I caressed her face so soft and young, a face that I would remember in my Neapolitan song! " Ci vediamo a Capri," I shouted over the calm sea! " Ci vediamo a Capri," was my promise to Emily!
My daddy served till I was six. A Navy man. He loved his ship. Rejecting Hero he would proclaim. "Those who died should have that name." Sailed many times across the waves. Rescuing prisoners from cells as graves. A Coxman warning of things to come. That sound still echos to setting sun. Blow the whistle as bugals blare! Today Veterans shall be honored everywhere. MAFLongfellow
Life without you couldn't be right. No hugging, kissing, or pillow talk at night. Life without you just wouldn't be fair, I'd have all these feelings too good to spare. Life without you would be kind of lame, Things would be dry and always the same. Life without you is a horrible lie, I'd probably break down and have to cry. Life without you can't really be For I would be very painful and insane to me. Life without you is a bad dream, You and I are one, the most formidable team. Life without you.
Books are a way of learning a trade Books tell us stories, poetry, and plays Books entertain our vast minds to the fullest Books are in my opinion the coolest! Books describe people of the past Books are abundant at home and in class Books bring home dragons and ghouls Books aren't apart of uneducated fools Books represent a means to an end Books are there when you haven't a friend Books are hard and soft sometimes Books are in brail to educate the blind Books will be here and with me forever Books without you doesn't bring us together
Optio's! Centurions! Lend me your ears But finish your rations and down your beers For tommorow awaits the adventure of a life time We battle our enemies for many bloody crimes So tonight go home and bed your wives Because some of you will lose your lives Fill your bellies and admire your friends For they will follow you to all your ends
Being born in the postwar fifties, after darkness and catastrophe ascended on all Europe, I didn't experience cruelty and horror... but hope came from the defenders of freedom from North America and England; and their military supremacy crushed Hitler's vanity and his inhumane empire! I was given birth by a courageous mother, who saw bombs drop on buildings, and escaped to the countryside with a few belongings... dragging grandmother to safety! Fear was everywhere...people had to hide, and liberty was a forbidden cry; even in the Vatican City, and rumors... if not facts, confirmed that some were afraid to speak against this evil, but continued to tremble, and in doing so they let many die! Wasn't God angry at their hypocrisy; and if they had taken a stand against the evildoers... wouldn't it spared many? It's my turn to protest the evil that destroyed the life of big and small for their faith, religion and race; those voices are still ignored, but they are finally heard; their thirst for peace and justice will be quickly quenched! It's my turn to heal their wounds with sweet and consoling words of kindness, and alleviate their fears that what happened yesterday... must not be repeated in our history; and wil I be able to do this without facing controversy? It's my turn to use the written word, to outshine everyone whose interest is greed! Nobody more than I was saddened by this tragedy, so powerful and overwhelming, to promptly modify the traits of my personality; to be more considerate and caring, and partake in Humankind's destiny! An Aquarius has many distinguishing qualities and talents, and I intend to use them wisely... listening to their struggles with much sympathy! It's my turn to use the written word, to declare war on the state of unfair things, proceed with caution on flapping winds... to land where I am welcomed, and see every hand touching mine; only when the their joy returns, I can certainly smile!
He drank himself to sleep again. Hoping that it will be better tomorrow. Always the same story, Feeling so sorry, but not to worry It will be ok. He wasn't always like that. Things were better before. Back then, he still felt sorry for a whore. When he sees them now, he gets a sly smile. 'cause when you're drunk & gone, It's always a little fun. Slapping them around 'till they're silent & sound. Playing his games, Oh what a shame, He has become such a lame. Tomorrow when he's sober He'll feel so ashamed. It's too late now Last night is gone & over. Never to repeat itself again. Poor guy, He was always so shy. Now he's just a drunk & no one wants to help, 'cause his life already sunk.
Taking hope out of a gloomy day is like living without a hopeful heart; and waiting for miracles without praying is bringing on a specter of infidelity, which disrupts my daily living... making me ponder faith with distrust! Before it rains, I hope for a rainbow at five... believing that it will there for me to admire, not merely imagining, but envisioning its beauty; what is hidden from the eyes shouldn't be a mystery, and this Humankind has created myths and legends for the ones lacking the sixth sense! Embarking on that journey of incognito, solely relying on this overburdensome ego, causes me to experience inquietude in a most unfovarable latitude; and freedom is confined in short miles, when my ship comes to an halt for guidance! Before it rains, I'll see myself securing the anchor, and step on the pier of the safest harbor... waving at the fading rainbow over the refulgent horizon; taking pride and remembering the grueling fright of a captain who never displayed a doubt... even when the storm dashed the agitated ocean!
My number #1 true friend in the world a.k.a @ Oklahoma and school. She is always there for me no matter what happens and she always listens to you and whenever you ask her for her help she'll help you. And we talk just bout everything and whenever we get a chance. And we've known each other about 5 years now and forever and ever ? and every friendship has a story and always has a up or down problem so you not alone not even close. And if you wanna know people just start talking to them so you could get to know them a little better than ever. And negative people look up to us because how close we are and true friends do everything together. And we get along with other people no matter people say to or about us because we don't care at all because it doesn't hurt us at all and if people claim to be one of your friends and they talk bad behind you to be honest that's not a true friend at all. These girls a.k.a Amanda and Serenity are true friends they talk to each other, there for each other and they have more sad and upset moments with each other no matter what. And they always put everything to the side so they could find out the problem is or what happened or sais to them these are true friends no lie ? and you cant find no one else out there like us ?. And you have to be honest at all times so they we could understand the problem?. BY:AMANDA MAE HAMMONS IT'S TRUE LIFE OF FRIENDSHIP AND HONESTY
Summer is real and stress free for children The kind of stuff I would like to feel again Magic days of battles and fun Stories at camp and hills to run Sports and invention were there always Lounging in the pool taking in the warm days No worries and cares even entered my mind Now a days it gets harder to find The same feelings I used to get when My hair waved hello and goodbye to the wind Barbeques and board games are a kind jest To all your friends and make them the best Spray of the hose and water guns made me laugh Our fishing poles were at the ready to cast These days are getting tough with work and bills One day I will find a way back to a time that fills With Summer
I look in the mirror and see the years gone I can look beyond the glass out the window To the yards of my childhood I can smell the flowers and feel the grass 'neath my feet. I can hear the music blasting on the radio Mama callin' me for supper. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. The town is small and so are the events You're everyone's business You can get a break and can't get away You don't even have a say You go to and from and people protest And those same people will still put you to the test I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I made it to the big town K.C, Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live Settled in and made a life, got a career I swear I'll never return to my best friend Comfortable where I stand, Happy where I am I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. Well times are hard, And people are ruthless in this cut throat time Jobs are scarce and bills run high You never know what you'll hear at night The people are small in this big town Yeah people are small in this big town I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. I guess the town is small Just good ol' boys and girls havin' fun Small place, small town, small world People may talk and people may watch But the biggest thing in that small town Are the people after all. I yearn to go back to that danged town I fought to get away and never look back, I never wanted to live there again. I guess there's a piece of me There in that little town. -Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009
A Smile Summit True Oh, the young do await the game; They put off 'til the morrow, The weight of dreams to bear; They blunt the anguish and sorrow, Now; Draw near my sullen few; I'll whisper in your ear: the neon Glow, the murmur low calls one On to chase it; yet such love Is lame; A dirty shame; Our scars will never show it, Yet, In heaven they all know it.
Modesty is for the one not seeking more, I came crashing like a wave to rage my battle over the undeserving one; I declared my right and proclaimed it on stage.. Give a crown, not a trophy... I struggled through years of obstinacies, while others celebrated their life with garb: nothing was given to me, I earned every degree; when courage was scarce, I clinged to myself, hoping that a better day would come! Riches can make an individual's life free of needless pain, and from that inheritance I never received a dime: my careless dad squandered it on a wicked woman, whose lust for pleasure was as lurid as her mind; and my quest for a brighter tomorrow remained silent, but this inner voice was there...to guide my step! Give a crown, not a trophy... I outran everyone tripping and falling, and my stamina got me to the finishing line; my sweat felt like warm rain and its raindrops seemed the jewels on that crown that I had dreamt of winning! Give a crown, not a trophy; and do I ask much for this formidable try? Wealth keeps many from being famous, it may be rooted in laziness, or a life-style of comfort: I have neither felt it nor enjoyed it...or even come close; it isn't given without a cost...it must be earned without haste, and if it is a crown you are after, put away all your stubbornness and dare!
Tall and strong; Always pushing on. Never once looking back, Straight up and stiff back. My heart was and is yours, But you turned me down and sent me away. You might be military, baby, But I don't care. Hold me and love me, but leave my heart there. I want you to be mine, but distance is your barricade with which you hide. I fear you'll hide behind it forever, With or without my dreams. I see you walking away or standing on enemy lines, Looking back onto my side of the fence and wondering to cross it or not. You have your gun, you have your uniform, and you have your armor. You doubt me because of what happens with others, and you ignore the others who have succeeded. Why not give me a chance? Let me show you I can be who you want. Ignore just letting me be a distance away. Please; please I beg you; don't walk away and leave me as I am.
Today's the day When it all went down. The pain and sorrow, And the worlds big frown. It shouldn't have happened, All those innocent people, Who had to be there, Now have God as their keeper. It wasn't their time to go. I feel horrible for their families. I just want to ask you, To pray for them please. The terrorists that did this Will get what they deserve. They'll get Satan's kiss! They must be heartless To even think of this! There are people to thank Like the firemen and cops, And a lot of people gave blood. Even if it was just drops. When the towers got hit, The world thought it was an accident. No one would've guessed That it was really terrorists. So don't forget this day. Its part of our painful history. It'll be in the books. But why it happened, Will always be a mystery.
A tender child is sleeping in a warm manger watched by a sweet,happy mother; joy bells ring in glory, in the blue Heavens shines a yellow star! This night is too cold for the sheperds watching their sheeps over the hills of Bethlem; the Angel of the Lord will surprise them: as they'll tell them,"The King has come!" That star will lead them, and they will find the little King...there; kept warm by the breath of his mother Mary! Joy bells ring in glory; the Wise Men are coming from the East, to bring Him the precious gifts of destiny... to worship that humble child sent from a caring God: to show the hearts of men His love at last!
Chad is the musical genius battling with wits Kevin is the Thespian that quotes every script Travis engineers botanical gardens menacingly quick Dawn brings our savagery down with a kick Roommates - learn from them and heed their lesson For you can progress if you master their blessing Don't get caught slipping or even resting For its your skills that they are constantly testing Remember what has been done good and bad Memories of events will be all you ever have Though maybe in a way that is sad But what ever happens be grateful and glad One discovers mysterious things when people happen Like what you really find absurd or what's hot and crackin' Quirks, fidgets, and repetitive behavior eat at your factions Just remember ones blunders are noticed too through action Community and partnerships form up around this deal Apart of a common wealth are now deemed real Study this observantly and notes you'll steal Around ones friends you develop and feel Outside this commune one has another view About the responsibility of another cast and crew Life views some as stars others as a tool But to those one lives with be the mindful fool
cold ogre universe engulf tender stars spit out the bones-see the sparks... everyone looks toward the sky says how pretty they are complimenting the slaughter how endearing and naive. Pot black sky means the ogre is idling, fattened by star fillets, it sleeps. New stars are born, honed with their shine but when ogre awakens the bone sparks will fly once again- Birth and slaughter hungry and saited pinwheels of time turns oasis to wastland: This is the natural course of things, purity always ravaged by green toothed savage while the masses chew on the cool glass of indifference... whispering bloody lipped to the ID, "glad its not me." how endearing and stupid can these IDiots be.
I arise in love with love it grows its fruit out of my wings love makes my heart sing, romance. love makes me selfless in a state of agape. love keeps me thinking in isolation, hoping in dejection. love makes me express on bed of roses entangled an intertwind in bliss woven passions that rejects lust, yet invites love. the necter is sweet as pleasures trancend and ravish my trinity oh love is faithfull, willing and definately able. oh definately able! Love existed before Cain killed Abel It will bring joy to it's possessors Captivating it's keepers Uplifter of weepers Bringing pleasure to those who express it, who grow it live it make it.
They are the ones that I met They are the ones that I have found They are still here and I am Glad Because I would never want to go down They are the laughters and smiles They are the sky and the sun They are the ocean and wind They are the only ones They are my best Friends They are the people who I hang on to They are my best Friends We are not just some bunch of Fools Susan is feminine but she's the daisies in spring Her eyes sparkled and she is strong in what she thinks Mat is a flirt but he is the joker of the group He never likes girls to treat him some kind of a fool Susan loves fashion designs and talks like any other girl Mat loves himself to flirt with the girls around the world And I dont care for what they are And I am just glad that these are the people that made me come this far And I would not make a mistake in pulling ourselves apart We will keep ourselves in daylight when we beginning to feel the dark And I love them more than everyone can see They feel like they are more than just a family Because they are all i have in me All I Have in me..
My cheap wine is the only thing I buy I'm so broke I can't afford to cry I'm so deep in debt, such a long way to get out The in debt blues is what I'm singing about I work for the man, I'm as poor as can be I have no chair, no couch or tv You can never win, if you always lose I've got them bad, the in debt blues Debt relief says give them a call I'm so stressed I light my last Pall Mall I need help, so many bills, I'm so confused Someone please help me get rid of those in debt blues Cabinets are empty, not a crumb in the house Slim pickens for all, including a mouse Cabbage water to drink, cabbage to eat I can't recall the last time I tasted meat No socks and worn out shoes I just can't seem to walk away from those in debt blues Bill collectors calling me each and every day You have to face up to your issues, can't just run away now I'm reaching out, hope it's not too late I pray I haven't sealed my own fate I ask what is a broke and poorly educated man to do Let me cleanse myself and wash away these in debt blues
Behold my brother, MDG Handsome, gifted, crazy Living his days in drudgery Thoughts unfocused, hazy He takes his hat off in the rain Looks down upon her grave He sinks to earth in melting pain Her life he could not save He loved her then, still loves her now Helpless as he sits here She gave to him her lifelong vow That he should never fear Her going before him in death He was the older one He'd be first to draw the last breath That promise, now undone Leaves him lonely to start new life He does not know how to Begin afresh without his wife He struggles to bow to What he cannot comprehend – Shorn of his beloved Filled with a grief that never ends Life? How can he live it? Now he feels enraged, quite angry Nothing's fair about this! So he sets out, mean and hungry To try to make right this Situation (aberration Is more like it he thinks --) To refuse death's sad invitation He shakes his head and blinks For there, before him, standing tall A shadow figure waits From its petrified fingers fall First closed, then open gates One portal to the unknown days, The other, portal past He shifted back and forth his gaze Then suddenly, he gasped Through portal past he saw himself Lost, grave side, deep in pain And then that scene resolved itself In pouring, golden rain Through the portal of unknown days He sees her peaceful face And seeks to trust God's unknown ways On earth, in time and space He decided not to fight it Or beg his lover back No need to undo or right it He saw there was no lack Her peaceful face shone in his mind Her spirit touched his soul His vision cleared, no longer blind His heart was healed, made whole The pouring rain lets slowly go The earth that holds the grave His mind fills up with Spirit's glow He's clean, reborn and brave He can now face his life alone Until his time to die He knows her soul's not trapped in stone She's always by his side He's happy now, with many friends Who understand his peace He lost his need to make amends Their love will never cease
A mariner leaves for months at a time With a wind in his sails and a goal in mind He doesn't know what lies ahead And he eats lots of fruit with dry wheat bread The adventure calls and ignites his soul But Mother Nature bawls and takes her toll Hurricanes and wind tear at his nerves After he makes it he finally learns The lesson taught by life itself Your stories not finished till it's on the shelf
The day is met The dream lost windows sleeping cry A land where heros have died A bird swin pertch slips away The sky plundered in air filled sighs with a road of a blank notion in blaket of devotion A time I spend here is natalicly splintit A war to high too see A night to cold for me a walk in the clouds
Now sleep I may, Into the night, For the spirits and tomatoes helped set things right. I know I shouldn't have, For my meds don't allow it, But is too late now, Please don't you try it. Was something I needed, The pressure within, Oh how I wish, To start over again. But she will not have it, I do not fit in. Her schedule is hectic, No time to mend. I call her up, No time for me, She says just give up, Please leave me be. How I hate spirits, How do you people drink this stuff? But I am not finished, I haven't had enough. For there are things inside me, We have to get out, Scratches on my back, I could live without. So deep and hurting, Attacking my heart, This day has been coming, It is not a new start. I knew from the beginning, That this could not be, But always an ending, To set you free. Now in total darkness, The lights are so bright, What will become of me, On this fateful night. The black wolf approaches, I can sense his fear, He can smell my scratches, As he comes near. Death is our battle, We will fight tonight, Our hearts will rattle, To see who is right. Deeper and deeper, I am going down, His blows are a killer So profound. He knows where to strike, To make the best hit, I try with all my might, But deeper into the pit. A loosing battle I fight, I wanted to win, But this is not the night, What a night it has been. I have a cold and feel terrible. What did you think?
He wasn't like any other ordinary boy of his own age, but an explorer so passionately enamored with the sea, which once almost drowned him; he was criticized and mocked for his idea, and yet he tried to persuade them that the earth wasn't flat, but round... and they called him crazy! The redheaded explorer, with a rugged face, continued to persue that dream, through rejection and impatience, he pushed forward to accomplish his mission with his brothers on his side, and God to guide him through his struggles; after years of persistance and persuasion, he was finally granted his wish! He had an unbreakable trust in God, and often asked his men aboard to pray, and a miraculous circumstance suddenly hindered his munity; visible weeds from the coastal waters, and shrilling fowls flying overhead had sure and immediate signs of land... and Columbus looked to Heaven in praise! The redheaded explorer lived in a time of constant change, and he changed the destiny of many by discovering a rich land... different from the one he had ever imagined; and he was certain of having found a westward route to Asia... but he wasn't aware that his discovery was another continent later to be named," America."
Lord, use me to accomplish your purpose, and make a sower out of me... to multiply these scattered seeds; miracles come in many forms: in blessings of prosperity! What I gave was all I had, and what I will receive will be more than abundance! Defying danger and changelling death, I walked straight into the wilderness, but nothing scared me in my pursue; afraid of turning the pages of the Bible and not feeling sympathy for myself, I ventured all and got lost... my innocence turned into lust, which gave me pleasure without any rule! Lord, use me to drive many away from foolishness, and as You forgave me of my impurities... they will see Your mercy as clear as morning; and reject sin as a hateful thing! Lord, use me to declare the freedom that came with change, and anyone can be part of it...regardless of age; Lord, use me and let me love in humility!
Many wonderful voices are heard... the brighest star is seen; o joyful bells ring in glory! In the blue Heavens....see the angels proclaim God's Word; this night is cold for those sheperds watching their restless sheep on the Bethlehem's hills. A shining angel startles them, as he tells them...the Child prophesied long ago, has born! And that star will lead them to the manger, where He sleeps so calm and mellow; doesn't Mary know that Her baby will soon save Humankind? O joyful bells ring in glory! Let every angel praise the glorious birth of a Prince, who'll be the Sheperd of many... whose hearts have longed for real joy! O sweet child sent from God, you've come to redeem the sinful world! O joyful bells ring in glory!
The Old Ways Worked Oh 50 years passed by with the flick of an eye and our people got so soft don't you see Back in the fifties people worked oh so hard just to bring home the bacon for ye Well the machines oh they came and the work it all went till there was nothing to do don't you see it was better back then when the kids had respect for their elders who sired them with glee Oh the people grow fat for there's nothing to do no crowbar or shovel for ye No sweat of the brow of a days work well done and a cold beer at sunset for me…. Minority groups have stuffed up the world full of great ideas so they think So now the kids are out of control anarchy comes to the bar for a drink… Oh I got the cane at school yes too right.. teachers got some respect just from me.. I didn't steal cars & didn't do time and I'm drugs and alcohol free? ……..Don Johnson
Cont... from Where were you - 1 Ah, if only they could see the terrible truth, Of the plans they have to steal power, From each and every nation on earth, Are all foretold; Just not the day or hour, So you just sit back and take it easy, For these terrifying things can't be stopped, They are written, and we from sea to shining sea, Have no hope except for our lamps to be held up, Hold the lamp of your faith in our Lord high, Let all see that you care, love and follow, The Lord's two commandments we live by, To Love God… and Love all people now, Pray for all as we pass through this test, Of our faith in our Lord being rewarded, Which will cause much doubt and unrest, In those without complete faith in our Lord, And remember that our job does not change, As true disciples and as true Christians, We are to gather the harvest we obtain, As believers who nonbelievers may shun, The light is now rising and coming from the East, And the remnant from every Christian Church, Must stand together against the terrible beast, And yet love the new kings who will run the earth, For each of them will still be God's children, And by turning even one of their hearts, We may be able to save one of them, And their terrifying plan may fall apart, But the wars, the disasters and sheer greed, Will not stop and indeed will increase, To the point where people can't eat, And lands will be consumed by disease, And when all of this has come to pass, When we learn how the rapture worked, And the Lord saves the sinners 'til last, Those of us who failed to live by the Word, So in the future when the people ask, 'Where were you when this happened?', Burning questions which will take us to task, 'We were too busy to worry about the end.'.
I'm about to go drink away Friends lost down memory lane Some died of age Others gone by actions of vain One thing is certain Their memories shall last When a man starts drinking He thinks of the past Friends of new And friends of old Some friends feelings Have even grown cold Down memory lane They shall always be Down memory lane The good times is all I see Yet it hurts so much For some were stolen Yet one still lives And that friendship was golden Stolen it was By a thief in the night And I did what had to be done To make things right
Many wonderful voices are heard, the brightest star is seen... o joyful bells ring in glory; in the blue Heavens...see the angels proclaim God's Word! This night is cold for those shepherds watching their restless sheep on the Bethlehem's hills! A shining angel startles them, as he tells them...the Child, prophesied long ago, has born! And that star will lead them to the manger, where He sleeps so calm and mellow. Doesn't Mary know that her baby will soon save Humankind? O joyful bells ring in glory! Let every angel praise the glorious birth of a Prince, who'll be the Shepherd of many... whose hearts have longed for real peace! O sweet Child sent from God, you've come to redeem the sinful world! O joyful bells ring in glory!
Confessions of Love As a nation in mourning,prepares for the war, A way of life is changing,it can't be like before. People feel sorrow,for all that has died, Thousands of people dead,thousands of tears cried. I listen to stories,as the visions are still fresh in my head. Confessions of love,were the last words said.......... One brief second,to say goodbye, Then the next moment,the people just died. The dying words of many,was to say I love you. To comfort their loved ones,when they could see it was through. I think of those phone calls,the final goodbyes, As a nation vows vengence,for all that has died. Monuments of progress,lie in ruins on the ground, As they sift through the wreakage,the bodies are found. I think what was,and what's up ahead, I try to understand,just too many dead. As the leaders plan,their coarse of attack, A sorrow starts to grow,there's no turning back. I think of those last words,a phone call back home, Then the spirits were extinquished,the loved one's left alone. People light candles,hope for the best? What happens next,is anyone's guess........ The mighty fortress of civilization,is now rubble on the ground, More people dead,more bodies found........ The bell starts to toll,as the death toll grows higher, Yet their dying words,were those of desire. To try to comfort the upcoming loss, Confessions of love,by the souls that were lost. I think of what happened,it's just stuck in my mind, I wonder of the future and cry for mankind. When will all of this destruction just end? I see it become perpetual,with intentions we send. The acts must be punished,but when will it stop? Then confessions of love,just rise to the top.................
The year was 1994 and it is now 2005 Time has passed and continues to pass! I can still see her lying in the hospital I can still see her sweet face Even though it was drained from the pain And of course the tears she cried! I can still see the drips through her nose I can still see the anguish in her eyes I can still see the beating of her heart as it races with sadness and regret! I can still hear the doctors talking though I don't know what they are saying Talk, Talk, Talk that's all I hear Yes, my precious sister is still fresh in my mind. Jade, precious is what you are You are never far away from my heart I keep you close, ever so close You are my precious sister and I love you! My eyes are filled with green, showing my envy My heart is filled with black, showing my lament Why lament? A state, which we should envy? Yes because precious you were and precious you are My precious sister! In my heart and mind you are Day in and day out! I long to talk to you and Tell you that I love you and Tell you that you are my precious sister Jade!
The Word professional according to Webster New World Dictionary(Third College Editon)means: engaged in, or worthy of high standards of a profession. designating or of a school, esp. a graduate school, offering instruction in a profession. earning one's living from an activity, such as a sport, not normally thought of as an occupation. engaged in by professional players. engaged in a specified occupation for pay or as a means of livelihood(a professional writer. a person who does something with great skill. Well Lord, you know that the only professional attributes that I have is writing, and maybe singing. however, I know that I am lacking in much when it comes to actually. being a professional. I've not attended a college legally. I never even attended a publich school in Her Majesty America The Beautiful. You know that when I sat on Kiemona's lap at age(3), I began to read the Holy Bible to her and that's when my formal education began. Ye, I had tutors(people who came to my dad's San Fransico Estate to eaducate me in- the introductory of Algebra, Chemistry, Geometry, Science and etc. until I turned 7 years olded. Then those brutal people came and killed Kiemona and Angelo in the summer of 1989. I was the only one who survived a gunshot wounded in the left chest. Since then its been You, Master who has continued to teach me. You showed me by Your Holy Spirit that you would become my mother and father(psalms 27:10). You taught me right and You taught me what was wrong. All the teaching that I was suppose to receive in The Nest(Family at Home), well the people in the street life taught me. Its only now do I realize that I must shun their teaching, because it always seem to cause me pain.
Beautiful and loveable one, you've vanished into nothing and left me hanging with a question in mind: could I ever find someone... who's witty and kind? I am going, like a merry-go-around, from one lover to the other...just giving love to anyone who's able to bring some passion and feeling! I'd rather go back in time today, and relive those moments again... the ones that can take this pain away, to make me remember the warm rain coming down.. when spring gave us another song to sing! I am going ,like a-merry-go-around, from one lover to the other... hoping that on the other side someone is waiting! I have kissed others with selfish eyes and simply realized what was missing: you were unique in everything, filled me up with joy and surprise... making me discover another world! My long nights are as cold as these smooth satin sheets... I'll find a better reason to believe that I can close these eyes tonight and dream! And if years don't turn into days, I'll wait... until I have stopped going from one lover to the other, and wasted what you adore! The sooner you realize my endless need, the faster I will stop running wild and breath!
Many hearts, each a beat HE and his Art ===== Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers One man, broken, lost Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine With beauty and grace Close to his heart Close to god Before his hand came down They were just figures fallen Pieces hitting Rock pavement bottom These objects, that once served propose Once had value No longer desired Used and abused Broken souls Left to corrode Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear In shame with no hope Can't look in the mirror Thought to no longer have purpose, On this earth To no longer have beauty To no longer, have worth Rebirth Sees art on the ground His Hand comes down A man, once broken and scared A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life His heart and soul he bares Perhaps it was sympathy, He felt that day When he started to create, a place of hope The skills to cope For the pieces left to waste away Each broken object, each piece of junk He gave a gift of serenity To shine and glimmer To live beautifully, In company Sublime and serene Achieved Surrounded by like others, Once pieces left behind Alone, you seek cover Together, in time Is strength, and beauty A vision of unity A collective propose Of vision and purity What new perspective, from the inside to out Changes on the faces of the people about Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk In the shape of hope And inspiration, a dream Where we can go and where we have been Reflect on this now Of those who never saw What the man's vision was Love, real and raw In those broken pieces With his signature, his heart Left in different formations Bottle and plates Imagination ===== Many hearts, each a beat HE and his Art
People are like cities They're beautiful at first Cities are like people They hold on to the worst People are you and I We mirror most of the hurt I don't believe in quarters Pleasing wishing wells or That waterfalls' never break flow Children of ruins and run With no place to go I miss the things That I have forgotten I can honestly say the most For the people who were brought to me And you should know Bed time stories were nothing more than lies And now you know Why beggars and grown men with no homes Have the best stories to tell People are like cities They're left in ruins Cities are like people They're broken in places I can honestly say the most For the people who were brought to me Catherine's in tears But she lust for bachelors and ball room curtains Rebecca moans But there no rose petals in this empty city Her mirror smiles and tells her she's un-pretty Sons of train stops Children of rain drops Orphans of this boardwalk city Words cannot heal your wounds But if helps your more than lovely "Excerpts from a stranger's journal"
The cruel relationship we have is my fault. It started when I foolishly shook your hand, Glancing at my trusted friend who surprised Me with the chance to meet my favorite band. You grinned and told me your name, which I already knew, Invited me backstage to meet the other guys. Every step I took, you would follow me, watching me, How could I have known that every little word from your mouth was a lie? When your arm wrapped itself around my waist, I Didn't act, didn't think, that maybe just maybe Something bad was going to happen, Not even When you pulled me closer, tugging at my clothes, Calling me your babe. You showed me the way to your hotel room, Pulling me into your trap. Forcing me onto your bed, Making me play along. I became your plaything, A toy abused for your entertainment until I was dead. Now I lay, Curled up at your side. Trying to gather myself, trying to think, Now I know what it's like to be used by your kind. I don't know where to go, who to tell. Please don't make me go near your again, I don't ever want to see your face again, never hear Your voice. It'll cause to much pain.
My name is darkness They are afraid of me I am associated with evil Nothing can be seen in darkness Darkness and Light God created them both But light is well liked, darkness is well hated I darkness, the devil has used me to deceive and scare people I wish I can be understood that nothing evil resides in me It is just my nature that I am dark and fear of the unknown follows people who encounter or see me When people die they think that darkness holds their loved ones OR they are resident there Rooms and houses become desolate because it is dark Darkness or night I am just as friendly as light or day God created us both not the devil Crying does not only belong to darkness even joy brings some tear People even celebrate at night It is deception and ignorance that brings the fear of the dark I darkness am not evil God created me.
Blondie was the next door girl, with a sexy body that made men go wild, and like them, I fell in love without guilt inside; I had fun...not worrying about Hell. Blondie was looking for her sugar daddy, saying that wasn't wrong accepting money, gifts, clothes, expensive cars and jewelry! Blondie, pretty Blondie, with no ethics: why did you do that to yourself? Was all that a replacement for your dad? You certainly had the looks of models, and that didn't mean hope was dead! Blondie, pretty Blondie, you sneered and laughed! There's was a retired veteran down the block, you volunteered to do errands and clean his house, and he was a wealthy one, perhaps the one you sought; and making up lies you got him to give you a fortune... your baby didn't need any kind of surgery, but John fell for your trick and gave you fifty thousand dollars, he had many ships, now he's totally broken and out of luck! Blondie, pretty, Blondie, who's going to be your next sugar daddy?...No, it certainly won't be me! Blondie, pretty Blondie, get some sleep and reflect on your grave mistake... look for a normal guy who can take care of you, stop being that spoiled brat! Two detectives from the local precinct rang her bell today, and with a warrant in their hands they took her away; Blondie tried to resist arrest, and they handcuffed her against her will... she always thought of bribing authorities with enough water in her well! Wasn't she wrong...to even think of that unrealistic monstrosity? There in a cell, she can't to bend the iron bars without audacity! Blondie, pretty Blondie, you had freedom and a loving family, your mom worked hard and raised your with morals...Blondie, pretty Blondie; and with hostility, you turned against her and became an escort, joining the night ladies: snorting cocaine and picking up guys by the hundred...weren't you scared of catching Aids? Copyright (C) 20210 by Andrew Crisci
I really didn't like her, but her form was suffocating me! Who'd doubt her beauty was well carved: a man with sense enough to flee? If so, such sense eluded me; I promptly took her vacant hand and donned my darkest nuptial suit, surrendering to fate's demand. My eyes grew pale, expression bland, with nothing but her brittle smile to keep my body bordered in the destined vow I thought worthwhile. And as we walked that scarlet aisle, the people showered us with love: some threw bewitching blood bouquets; some shed their tears into their gloves. Her father gave me but a shove into her needy open arms. And who was I to disregard the key to my beloved's charms? He knew that I could never harm what grew from his paternal bark; he too threw prickly patronage with silver smile, tuxedo dark. Some close companions left the park; their sniffles so appropriate; though, secretly, a few were glad to know my life was finally set. My kindred was uncertain, yet they knew her beauty would go far, and so they left me in her care, forever their untimely scar. I drove away with her; my car felt cramped from silent air so ill. It was too late to incremate our bond: "part ye do death until." I really didn't like her; still, I lied in pulpous bed all snug; she smothered me with watchful eyes, and furnished me an endless hug.
The scavenger dog Moving along the dirty streets With its standing ears down Sored at both tip. No gametes At sight sex unknown no proper noun Running away from stones Well targeted, thrown by the jocular juveniles For showing interest in contested bones They laugh unhappily as their best friend flies Feasting on the black round faeces Of well fed fat goats Or a week old lorry ridden rats or rotten Pisces Puddle. Lucky when it sees a bone that floats Playing seriously with Latrine flies Who always surround its nine vivid ribs Sucking nectar where it wounds lies. In its hair dead ticks build their cribs. Lying comfortably on the puffy street sewage Allowing the fighting mice to lull it to death It was after a drink from the drainage And barking on a scorpion which it later ate. Shaking helplessly on the road Till the lead trailer ran pass it. It was buried by cars and buses full with load The worms and flies could not just die with it It was a pregnant dog.
An infamous thief lived a restless life, looking out for those vigilant, shrewd cops; his crafty hands pulling out those tools out of the box, to feed that ego so imprudent: would he never be caught... when his instincts coudn't predict? Escorted to the court-room, in hand-cuffs and chains, he faces the harshest judge of the In-God-We-Trust-Country... a female judge who's fair but firm, and yet so unsympathetically angry; and she like a fearless preacher warns, " Whoever thinks has a right to steal, rob, kill or disturb the peace... must be punished accordingly to the crime! " All he wanted was an easy flow of money, dirty money without a trace of sweat; and he acted like the richest man of the county... flashing it around and feeling great! Did he ever foresee an end to that bliss, how could he not be harmed by his own mischief? In the coldest cell, he sits on the sheetless bed... frowning upon an unsuccessful scheme: if he were able to bend each bar with those hands, unlock each door and sprint to freedom... it would be the end of his loneliness and boredom; but when reality sets in, he returns to being sad! Years and many more years without a voice... he will spend writing letters to his family, missing out on holidays and birthdays... repenting of his greedy and wicked ways and allowing no other thought for escape; pain, isolation and tolerance within those walls... will teach the hardest lesson for his sake: to make good choices and overcome his misery!!
Water moves continually Over land, evaporation and transpiration common chemical substance essential to all forms of life the substance has a solid state, ice, and a gaseous state, water vapor. About 1,460 teratonnes (Tt) of water covers 71% of the Earth's surface, in oceans and other large water bodies, with 1.6% of water below ground in aquifers and 0.001% in the air as vapor, clouds (formed of solid and liquid water particles suspended in air), and precipitation. Can cause hurricanes when global warming extends entire villages left submerged as in people's streets submeerged. Earth's water is contained within man-made and natural objects near the Earth's surface as water towers, animal and plant bodies, manufactured products, and food stores. Water moves continually Saltwater oceans hold ing 97% of surface water, glaciers and polar ice caps 2.4%, and other land surface water such as rivers and lakes 0.6%. Water moves continually Water moves continually through a cycle of evaporation or transpiration, precipitation, and runoff, reaching the sea. Water moves continually over land Winds carry water vapor over land at the same rate as runoff into the sea, about 36 Tt per year. Over land, evaporation and transpiration contribute another 71 Tt per year to the precipitation of 107 Tt per year over land. Some water is trapped for varying periods in ice caps, glaciers, aquifers, or in lakes, providing fresh water for life on land. Clean, fresh water is essential to human and other life. In many parts of the world, it is in short supply. Many organic molecules as well as salts, sugars, acids, alkalis, and some gases (especially oxygen), are soluble in water. Water is essential for all life on Earth. Humans can survive for several weeks without food, but for only a few days without water. more than one billion people in low and middle-income countries lack access to safe water for drinking, personal hygiene and domestic use. more than 20 percent of the world's people. close to 2 billion people did not have access to adequate sanitation facilities. leading causes of morbidity and mortality in low- and middle-income countries, frequently called developing countries. over 1.1 billion people are currently without safe drinking water.
Depression stains with shades of blue and clings to crimson beats of life. The mournful scarlet sanctum bleeds, cut down by maddening mortal strife. The world's rejection slowly seeps into that loving sanctum's core, corroding human elements and everything it once adored. What's left is but a lonely shell devoid of thought and warmth alike; such vessels have been long disdained and left impaled on distant spikes. To disregard another life because of such vacuity is, in itself, unethical, and it will never cease to be. Is not there breath in vacancy? Do not plants grow on rootless logs, or has such greenery been banned to live forever lost in fog? Is not there faith in emptiness? Does not hope lie in wishing wells, or are the pleas of passersby ignored and left alone to dwell? Is not there tune in spacious voids? Does not sound ring from empty drums, or is such resonance reduced to lowly insubstantial hums? The world continues pivoting, as if its people never knew the pain they caused through ignorance: ...forsaken hollow hearts beat too.
This is where I thought you would be This is where I knew I was wrong My heart could not bear the pain When I knew I was just a shadow all along You held secrets I thought I could know You gave me trust I thought I had Now, my heart burns with so much sorrow Could anything get worse than that? I am the forgotten in your world I was waiting for someone to let me rise I am nothing but the air around you I am broken and my visions became blind I am lost in between The forgotten world I have been This heart that is breaking It won't stop till I become unseen Because I am the forgotten
' Legendary … ' ( Part 1 (of) 4 ) Step with me into History Step with me, to 'Days of Yore' Pageantry Let Time and Mind, March Back Momentarily Let Mist and Musings … Merge in Front of Thee … … On Mare, or Mighty-Destrier … Ride Along with Me In Rich-Carriage, or Hay Wagon … Come Along with Me Thru The Forests … See The Hunters, Plying Falconry Thru The Elms, See Caravan … of A Girl-Gypsy Over Sunny Knoll, and Shady Dale … Onward We Journey By, Merchant-Trade, Lo'!... We Made – A Medieval City ! … Now, Hear Drummers, Beat Cadence … Dramatically Hark, The Trumpets, Blare Forth, Thunderously … Hear A Herald Invite: " Hear Ye' - All Heraldry " Come to The Ball; Lyre and Mandolin Pluck Persuasively a Lone Flute, Floats a Tune … so Melodiously Perchance … Join The Dance and Step Accordingly Twirl and Whirl, Do A Bassa' … then Bow and Curtsy Forsooth, from the word 'Court', comes such 'Courtesy' And Tis' Adamant, for Manners, Donned in Such Finery Swirling in Silk Gowns, Vests and Veils with Embroidery … Gemmed-Cloaks, Headdress and Hose, Bedecked in Luxury bearing Crested-Medallions and Daggers: There is no Subtlety amid Scented Candles, Flowered Columns and Alcove Settees and Banquets, where Sweetmeats and Puddings were made Ready … also Victuals of Venison, Fruits, Cheese, Wine and Meade Aplenty for The Wayfarer and Time-Traveler, who Ventures Back With Me … And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry … Chorus: Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity Sweetheart, Be Thou Bold … In Bravery … … and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token … and Language Be Spoken … … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary ( Part 1 (of) 4 )
Old Brass City with massive gothic chuches, abandoned rail-roads and run-down factories... we still glimpse into that bygone glory which made your name so famous! O Waterbury, no Christmas can be compared to yours, when Main Street glitters under the fluffy snow and everyone hummers a carol! O Waterbury, those starry nights are too surreal and make lovers fantasize! Old Brass City,in ninenteen-forty-two lads and gals were sent to war to fight the Cruel, and mothers cried as their sons and daughters left this once-happy-town of friendly and kind folks! And despite all the sorrow and pain yet to be, they proudly marched off to defeat the enemy! O Waterbury, your monuments inspire hope, and remind all of your past glory and leadership; and the brave soldiers who sacrificed all... became those heroes we've engraved into the soul! Some returned, many died to seal their fate, and their courage and valour put an end to all hate!
I remember seeing you walking downtown, flashing such a revealing smile in early fall; and I,attracted by your charm, could not resist you at all.. because pretty is too incredible to describe you and not to pray for a miracle! I've walked in this noisy piano bar... unawarely of you being there, and he's touching you with his jealous hands, giving me such unpleasant glances; oh, he's making you the center of his attention...noticing how I stare! Pretty is too incredible to describe you otherwise, 'cause you deserve a guy who has a sweet voice, and runs his fingers on your quivering skin so fair: to make you feel sensations you never felt before... turning you into a more passionate woman, who desires the touch of a real man! I wish you were really free, so you'd be part of my wonderful destiny; and with these emotions exploding inside, there's no hope for me go wild... having you on those nights, filled with bliss, until you are in a flood of warm kisses! Pretty is too incredible to describe you, and that thought can't keep me apart from your sad eyes that speak of hurt; dream of me and I'll dream of you... let's make believe we are this close, and that an impossible love we never choose!
Watch what you say rather it be out of anger, stress or plan cruelty a persons feelings can be hurt just by saying the least little thing yes its true we all get mad, up set, angry or what ever we feel but have you ever wondered how we make other people feel when we know we hurt other peoples feelings we always say well i shouldn't have said that or shouldn't have said this but its not what you say its how you say it jail cells would be over crowded if we got locked up for things we say because our words out of anger,stress, and plain cruelty kill people every day so when you feel you want to tear some body into pieces well you read the poem think about it
Mother mecry mother mercy my will Is suculante indeed Do u not brab the bear thought Have u not sought to say the meaningless will that sits their blinking in your obscure desslate quary Do not open it with your bulluked breath of transfusion Read these apized binding words of confusion have a little heart when it comes too saveing your makers life Mother mercy mother mercy my will Began your vantalog pf maseik manner with mercy on u Mother mercy mother mercy my will Why do u sit in the sky listening to there artivish cries When u speack in death's sourt of forbiden law Working on this trending lie or are u slaving my tutorical name in vein Now I know we where not seeing things the same As u take the note tantied in blood rememeber me With the wolrds people in seting plaw Mother mercy mother mercy my will How do u live through these over-shades with no care or reason for these people I was the first to suffer with no care in mind Today i sit here with nothing And because of u mother of mercy I can't be saved Now tell me why did your angels inflickting madane steal my lifes intent Oh and mercy may u might u shall not shine bright Hay to tell u the truth all theses spirits that have been stripted of purpose bye your angels and all belong free to do what they please lust, forgiveness,envy, vanity, freedom, truth,trust etc.............. These things are more than the guidelins to make u who u are Now tell me why should a group people have these things they all have there own voice in your lives even u in the silents they can be found spending time with your self Mother mercy mother mercy my will i do not forgive u
Make every moment count... this is the promise I make to myself, to deny the certainty of death: an assumption stripped of all reality; and it daunts others, not me... as long as I get that glimpse of eternity! Be an essential part of the living: sharing, giving, reveling, grieving and forgiving... instead of rebelling against society, and fighting against an invisible adversary; but if your aspirations are the strenght of your goals everything takes on a new meaning, even making your story worth-telling! Make every moment count by being clever and not indignant; never live by pride and greed, or expect a bountiful return... when nothing is being achieved, and praise can't be earned! Be of a keen mind and love patiently... revive a broken spirit with the kindest word, and reduce your worries to nothing: and though the world's vanities cannot be changed, make an effort to have your voice heard; what is torn down sadly...can also be built up happily! Make every moment count and ignore the ticking of the clock, to let awareness guide you through anticipation; time is like roses with thorns: it pokes you and makes you bleed,and unless you show meekness and sympathy, it won't hit you low...but grant you victory!
She is a blank canvas I am the artist Love is the perfect portrait that we make. I search for a moment that lasts forever. Something to express what i feel for her. My unchained emotion, that goes on forever unchained, unlimtied and untamed. You cant cage this animal nor tame this lion in me called love, nor arrest it's cousin, passion or its uncle, emotions. I adorn her earth with kisses ravish the garden called her trinity, each sound turns the grass greener. earth shattering pulsations on this bed love founded on a bed of fresh roses She is a blank canvas I am the artist Love is the perfect portrait that we make. I search for a moment that lasts forever.... That lasts forever. amen
He keeps a very low profile, afraid of the the horrible secret he hides; hooked on a daily dosage of cocaine... seeking an instant relief from his acute pain! His cramped den is the stench of smoked substance bought on drug-infested streets, and filth is the undeniable evidence: one can surely tell that he lives in Hell... red devilish eyes and sunken cheeks; a wasted mind and body meeting their end! Restless young man without a name, wary of the destructible consequences that stunt your unremorseful conscience; and what price will you pay and whom will you blame? Restless young man without a name, you only existed to fulfill a destiny of shame! Day-time is so detestable to him, more than the viciousest enemy; night-time changes his personality... and he searches for dope down-town, where the houses are so run-down... occupied by the crack-heads of East Main! A limping kid, from nowhere, hands him a small bag and he exchanges it for some green; and what started the urge within... is a deep wound, which can never heal! Restless young man without a name, intoxicated by the poison that destroys your life and health; you can't be aware of what distorts your weak senses... until you are helpless and run out of breath! Restless young man without a name, guiltless and indulgent...you allow death to happily dance!
As inhuman as a man's heart seems... hidden inside is a tender side: a beautiful side seldom seen by others; and that fear of being sensitive is a real hurdle for those men sworn in pride, but manly qualities are judged by his deeds... A woman's perception of the common man is that he is lives in an unintentional masquerede, to hide the sweetness he won't manifest; and this unconformity won't let his beauty be capturated by intense emotions of masculinity... will he break the myth and be appreciated? I have struggled with it indefinitely and embraced this stereotype unsympathetically, why are we supposed to be so uncaring and invulnerable, and outgrow our own resistance and be so invincible; have we realized that disharmony, indignation and frustration are not truly noble? As inhuman as a man's heart seems, many sacrifice love for an unexplanable cause... putting vanity before human compassion: without guilt, regard and trepidation; have we become so stubbornly persistent... to lose all self-direction and prospective?
Night turns to day Day turns to night Past the past But that's all right It has come once at last Our final calling Our final stand We've came so far With the stroke of a hand With the thought of the mind Finally shown Is the unappreciated sign Of which one can leave All the past behind All that is true All that is pure Is now gone Experts are now sure The last hour is upon Now what is to be done? Where shall we go? Time surely will show Yet what time is available? What peace is left? What is next? Life is a never-ending test Of our gift of will power And choice making Yet the wrong some Are always taking Decisions of war Decisions of peace Mean nothing Till the killings cease Only then shall our race Find true peace
' Legendary … ' ( Part 2 (of) 4 ) And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry … … of Starry Skies, Blazing Fires and Dark Mysteries … Inside Halls of Castle Walls Built Solidly Where Banners and Pennants Unfurled Breezily Come to this Threshold of 'Once Upon A Time' and See … … Here Be: Glittering Crowns and a Throne of Royalty Look Upon King and Queen, Sitting In Majesty … but tis' not Their Tale, to be Spoken of Verily … Tis' of a Maid and Her Knight of Renown-Chivalry … … of A Silver-Armored Knight, and Cobbler's Daughter, so Comely … Twas' a Masque-Ball, where none knew … Any Other's Identity Whence the Knight, took the Cobbler's Daughter… Adorned as Nobility Yea … none knew the wiser, behind the Costumes and the Frivolity … None, except an Earl … who loathed the Knight, Vehemently The Earl, wast' the Knight's Avowed Foe, in Unmitigated Rivalry In Jousts, the Earl, could nay Win; for the Knight was best in Weaponry To the Earl, this wast' an Affront, to His High-Born Dignity For the Knight, of Prowess and Fame, was still, Low-Born in Family … So Upon This Knight, laid the Plight, of Improving His Kin's Prosperity To Another, He Had Been Pledged to Wed… for a Wealth-Match Fortuitously Tho' the Lady wast' Fair, The Knight had nay care, saw it as Honor-Bound-Duty Alas, whence He met, the Cobbler's Daughter, Beth, Both Hearts bonded Instantly Now, Both Knew for a Surety, of the Futility, yet still they Loved Hopelessly Even tried to Forget, whence they met, but twas' much too much, Melancholy Many a Fortnight, they did fight … Pangs of Conscience and Substance-Compulsory But, as it were, each Heartbeat of Theirs, Threatened to Break Terribly For The Cobbler, had received an Offer for Beth, from One, More Grandly So, Neither Family wast' Abjuring nor Conferring Blessing on Their Unity But A Love So True and Undying Too … wast' Worth Any Adversity … and On Night of The Masque, among Genteel-Guest, They were in Pact, To Marry … Chorus: Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity Sweetheart, Be Thou Bold … In Bravery … … and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token … and Language Be Spoken … … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary Part 2 (of) 4
To have a repenting heart which is changed by flowing kindness, you earnestly need to pray, and I pray,while others rebel... ejecting bitterness from their harsh words; and as sinful as they are: they still like to be praised for their formidable might: to mock,to insult,and deride in an harmful way! I pray, while others rebel... demanding an act of veneration; nothing that exposes conviction, or liberation from libel! They continue to look right and holy, but underneath they cringe... plotting against the will of God, bending their ways to fit their habits; an iron bar will bend 'till it melts from the intense heat...and so will they! I pray...while they rebel, and set their mind on revenge... their unconvincing glow seems strange; do I have to resemble them in heart and mind, speak in the same voice unti I reach Hell? Haven't they noticed that I'm listening to another sound?
I was driving home in my Pick-up When I saw something Strange… … a Cowboy Sat atop His Horse Calling Someone's Name He trotted on the Moonlit Trail The man's Face, held no Shame As Tears were rolling down His Jaw I saw this, Very Plain… I could tell He was A-Hurtin' Something was Mighty Grim I pulled up slowly Beside … and I asked Him … Cowboy … It's a Cold Night Why are you out on the Range? There aren't any Cattle Here … And There are no more wild Mustangs It's a Cold Night out here Cowboy For you to take a Ride It's a Lonely Night out here Cowboy With Nobody at Your Side It's Somethin' you never get Used To You can Fake it… like You Do… … But It's a Cold Night out here, Cowboy… Come Inside… It's gonna' get Colder, Soon… You Better Hide… … At First, He looked at the Night Sky and then, He Turned to My Face and Underneath the Shadowed Brim His Eyes looked Hard and Glazed He said, "Hon, I'm a Rare Breed I get Real Lonely in Town I'm More at Home, where I Roam and Hear the Wolf and Rattlesnake – Sound I was Once a Rodeo – Star Now, I'm just a Wanted Outlaw And there ain't Nothing You Can See That I haven't Saw … … except, My Son, By my Ex-Wife – Annie She Married my Once Best Friend, Sam They Raising My Boy, Will, to call Him Daddy … … and I ain't Seen my dog, Quickdraw In 10 Days … … and You Think, This Cold-Spell, Could Bother Me?..." and then, He nudged His Horse, and Galloped on His Way… … Well, by the Time, I made it into Town There was a Real Big Traffic Jam Police had Blocked Off a part of The Road and then, I heard… 'Bam ! Bam ! … Bam ! … … it was then, I saw the Riderless Horse Standing Still … but Untied And The Outlaw, Clutched His Chest … as He Died … … … and the Dog, Quickdraw, was Whining by His Side … It's a Cold Night out here Cowboy The Prairie Breeze was Singing It's a Bad Night Out Here Cowboy The Midnight Stars Were Blinking … They Knew You were Headed into Town So You could Face a Final Showdown To try to find some Heat to Warm Your Heart … was a Cold Night, when You Decided to Depart
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!
Ugly people We living in a world with a hole in it We living life ugly But we make the world go round Would you think I was hopeless If I led you astray with a song Whom else are you willing to cope with I've gone missing within your arms The future It won't be here to grace your face And tomorrow just won't take you in Don't you love your poets Writers from within your storm Tenderly, I've grown so cold That my days no longer keep me warm Capsuled in a city of dreary moments And I'm hearing there's more a coming As indecent as a man who knows not to feel Searching for a wagon wheel Up from midnight and on until Why don't you sing with me See how much time we can kill We're just ugly people Living in a world with a hole in it Don't you love this ugly person I don't do much at all Just doing my part, living life ugly But I make the world go round "It's lovely isn't it Ugly people, We're beautiful aren't we"
The lovely thought of being remembered... rarely crosses the unperceptive mind of the uncaring ones who live life all for themselves, and one day soon...all that will change; on their last, expiring breath... they cannot call on anyone who's not standing by! How I like to be remembered... is to think of me as simple and wise, loving as true as anyone else; no regret for having been helpful and kind! And this name will be honored and read out aloud by a generation that never knew me at all, and it's the legacy of an undying spirit: still challenging and vibrant! Many great men and women have come before me, and I don't call myself the greatest...most certaintly; this decision is left to the lovers of literature; all they will see is my distinguished signature on the bottom of each poem and song... how wonderful it would be to hear them recite and sing along! On my tombstone...in a country not of my own, flowers will bob upon my gleaming grass, and undearneath the cold soil I will rest; and my body will become a skeleton without flesh; it's everyone's destiny to turn into dust, until we are resurrected by that Almighty voice! Like the very fragile petals of a rose,so perfumed, that will scatter before the flight of the gull; I'd like to float as brightly as these after dawn: to be elevated by my spirituality and reach that place of profound serenity, thinking how I like to be remembered...
When the friendly Devil asks you to dance, step back...don't grab His inviting hand; He's very good at the art of deception: His ways are very charming and tempting that only a perceptive person can tell, and He's well-dressed and well-spoken and He comes in the shape of male or female, to buy more souls for His vindication! I see Satan in the face of different people, kinder than anyone...conjuring up conflicts among the faithful; even those who imitate the Divinity of Jesus will deceive a good soul with their false kindness and outward holiness! Many will betray Christ for an instant glance at all that is gold; and they can be your most trustworthy friends! When the friendly Devil asks you to dance, turn away from His alluring smile and seek refuge in the open arms of Jesus! This fallen angel has drawn a plan for each one joining His network of sinners: to strip all of their faith, values and dignity, forcing them to obey His laws of immorality! Are you one of them following his indecent ways? Fancy-free childhood, glorious youth and awaited Golden Years will be pitifully wasted in the quest for that self-pride; and all Satan has to do is offer you a free ride! Fools, become as shrewd and intuitive as foxes, to fend off all the attacks of the wicked ones; and can you ,amid them, remain as silent and gentle as lambs? When the friendly Devil asks you to dance, challenge Him with your fists of resistance! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Stumbling, staggering, barely managing, I fell. Severe, several times, I continue to fall. A marionette bound by strings in the fist of time. Lifeless with or without strings. Vacant, my eyes glaze over. Limp, unless time tugs hard. Painted smile on fragile wood, for the audience, I dance. The lights go off and the crowds file out, over time, fade out the painted smile.
Sit here and listen now. She tells her story well. You will too wonder how. That these new changelings tell. She has her maiden form. She does have twenty more. As quick as summer storm. She will change body's core. This is my story true. I am a changeling now. My soul has become blue. I would not ever scowl. I have the power strong. To be one creature good, Or another so wrong, Would you be if you could? I chose my current look. To be your double now, Since it will surely hook, Our lives to surely prow, Do you now believe too? That there are changelings here, You would best believe clue. Or at least boldly fear. written for Sponsor Debbie Guzzi Contest Name Creepy Irish Creatures
I adore modest women, so soft-spoken and very elegant, who aren't looking for men to seduce without being atrracted to them! There's a shortage of men, and they try to get whomever they can, ugly, handsome or good- for -nothing; all they want is pleasure, not a friend! I love simple women who are fashionable and very sleek; I love women who can look in their mirror and say to themselves, " I'm beautiful! " Honesty can make any man weak, enough to give them much more! Be careful of women who touch their face when they laugh and pretend to like your kisses, giving you the illusion of a full moon... in the middle of a hot afternoon: you will burn, but won't remember a darned thing; and all that wasted energy for a quick sling! I adore modest women who don't wear lots of make up... to hide a despised face; isn't simplicity another form of beauty? I adore modest women who undress you when they're hot... they make you feel wanted without words: and that's when my passion starts up, and I become a real man!
Be dauntless and show a strong spirit when others stand back... denying their help; one is never by oneself, if courage does exists! Your rivals have gotten the best of everything, love,luck, joy and prosperity... and you still don't envy their riches; while you stride through your battles, and feel your anger and their mockery... your judgement is stripped of all reality! Be fearless when confronting adversities, find sense even in the most compelling strides; others will show their sympathy when you're stricken by calamity, and their soothing hugs are as comforting as words... with courage, not disperation, you'll head down the promising road and somehow you'll find your gold! A toddler crawls before he learns how to walk, you followed only your past... causing you to ponder your regret; tomorrow awaited others, not you,today you can change your luck and even your destiny... learn from your mistakes, be ready to fight! Dare to be different, with a strong spirit, among those who seem dissident; be that someone who reaches out kindly, who has no fear in his heart... when he is treated humanly and fairly!
You remember the story of Beowulf? The warrior who came across the sea Just to kill a deformed demon named Grendel When this story was told to me I realized there is still evil in this world Other than Grendel and his mother Some people are monsters And will kill one another Just so they can get their thrill And when they're finished murdering this victim They will look for more people to kill It's all a matter of the demon That was in that story For he does not live in the real world, but in the soul Of some of the people in this world He causes them to lose control When the Anglo-Saxon Bards sung this song They were not singing it right They were only getting it all wrong Grendel will live on forever as a ghost
Sometimes you are stopped in your tracks and you have to stop and stare, I saw someone so beautiful, but she was just sitting there. As the world passed her by in all its majestic glory, I stopped a stranger and asked of him, 'Do you know of this girl's story?' He stopped and looked at me and bowed down his head, He told me that she was someone once, but many think she's dead. It happened a long time ago, her lover did her a wrong, The tale he can't remember but the words are in a distant song. I wanted to know so much more so I waited there that day, To see if she would turn towards me or just walk the other way. But she sat with far away eyes on her sad expressionless face, I looked around for guidance, but we were strangers alone in this place. But life wasn't always like this, I found out in a little while, There was a time when she laughed and her face always carried a smile. Everywhere she went, people stopped and stared, So many people loved her, so many people cared. Climbing up the wall is now the highlight of her day, Remembering when to go and never out doing her stay. Eyes completely open, staring blankly at the wall, Is she waiting for forgiveness or destiny to call? I decided to take a chance, I moved across the room, My heart was beating faster, have I moved to her too soon? I stopped by her table and asked, 'Is this seat taken?' Her sad eyes looked up to me, warming if I am not mistaken. Words were not forthcoming, but I saw a glimpse of a smile, I sat down slowly, heart beating faster, my senses were on trial. I went to say a word, but she stopped me with a fleeting glance, My whole body mesmerised, it was if I was in a trance.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>Have you ever walked in a handicaps shoes? Each day is a struggle , just to get through. If the people could see them in a different way, Help instead of hinder, or just stay out of their way. They must learn to adjust , not only to their habits, But to deal with reticule, prodded like rabbits. They are no different then you or me, Except maybe they cant walk or maybe cant see. They share feelings that comes from their hearts, Just as you would if a loved one parted. They bleed when cut, they cry when sad, So where is the difference, it makes me so mad. To see normal people treat them so cruel, Goes against Gods golden rule. Bring on to Me your sick and your lame, For they will be cured, and hold no shame. They have worship My name all the days of their life, Never asking for help, never giving up their flight.
Used to be Controlled by a Tyrant of lies Then one day The swift unseen knights Came and stormed all who Deteste the Aquarian Wish Be Free and live long we are the Children of Concordia Nothing shall be in our way Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for trist Will you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors? A people of concord and more than they seem They live in the shadows of an Aquarian Dream A place of Liberty and Harmony Ruled by magic and Lore Deep in the Golden forest of Clarity Filled with enchanting tales Of Immortality and evil's causalities You can find Eden's people she said what humans were meant to be Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for TristWill you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors? the safety of your real that could never fall Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for trist Will you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors?
Sometimes you learn to look at things As if they are to get no better Like single mothers on the first days of January A hymn for the things you'd love to change A prayer for the things you cannot There is no new year for people like me Only a continuation of stress to be Life deals us blows and my songs are tired I've heard that happiness is a tale untold In order to pursue this wish One is required to hide beyond blue skies Like life is love Death is a cold hug I'll patiently wait
Tec mystical not real zenith like tv, in sky for folklore but used in WAR to make people afraid to change law with mystical forklore, and Star WAR of ARMED for protection of us like USOFA in WARs of Nations tec and people never really believe in our creator hurting them don't believe because of enviroment to nice to much food to much of everything, use in WAR like TV a blue or dark background and pop ups like computer tec in sky we could do this but why, would we , we have other inventions that that is more useful, for all humanity, we have always, help humanity and and other countrys to abet and acost their adversity and verisimilute of Star WAR nothing to be afraid of no harm to us picture in sky, it look like a bad movie that all in other words it looks like strength but its not strength a picture can't hurt you a pop up can't in sky can't hurt, circumlocution a lot about nothing, you don't even need God for this one,
In all my modest travels abroad, believe me when I say 'tween the tigris and euphrates I've trod, and seen a Great Lighthouse by the Bay;' A magnificent construct, endlessly tall, seemingly to the heavens it rose, but no light shown in its depths at all. An empty tower starting to decompose; At one time a gold behemoth, but now only vines cover its brick. Stretching to it's zenith, almost with a quality of magic. An odd design aswell, no doors or windows on the exterior. It wasn't marked on the map pell, and near lay ruins of those inferior; The origin was of an unidentifiable race. With queries in my mind, we began looking for a trace of any near mankind; Deep in the mush, we found a sort of makeshift native local. Stepping out of the brush, we questioned a local; We were directed to the priest, upon entering the makeshift temple, scared eyes darted at us, and released, he began after apologizing for his whimple; ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'Our people have not seen the light for many ages, but the stories of our ancestors show, in the distant times of great sages, that building emitted a saving glow; My clan had a historic tradition, rewarding those whose life was pure. With a testing expedition, leaving fate to decide for sure; The prize-a secret spot where lay ancient groves only believed in tale. Where gold comes abundantly in huge troves, and massive feasts that never go stale; Life's final test for those who bravely seek, sailing down a vicious line of coast. Jagged Rock and decaying trees of bleak, with all the beasts that dark place can host; But then one day the structure had appeared, spreading light o'er the masses. Allowing those navigators to steer clear any Rocks or trespasses; A gleaming gilded monument. With no operators in sight, or master crafters that could have beat, its ornate workings to such a height; Upon first sight, the people knew the garden was now free. By trusting the light, they could cross safely; Word of its mysterious walls, was received by distant kin. Bread was broke in our hallowed halls. It united us then; Over time, those from the city came. Those slave, peasant, senator and king, all to rid themselves of mans common shame. Bringing gold, frankensense, mer and songs to sing; Our people now thrived, we quickly became a center of trade. But most did not predict, what in the shadows writhed. At our souls it rudely bade; (Cont'd in part 2)
Aye 'ee is fierce and hale. Four mile to work,across the vale; No slommakin' slattern 'ee, Okkard as an itching flea. Eee'd fetch hosses to boss's yard, Garmed with mud,as thick as lard, Cla'holt of 'em wiv a rope, On is own,allus could cope. Niver sees 'im vexed,or aggled, Even if drenched and bedraggled; In lightning 'e wore niver frit, Though the whole sky wore fork-lit. Grew peas that kidded well, Allus 'ad a tale to tell. Dialect from around Aylesbury Vale ,England in 1940's Listen to me read this in this dialect on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
The world has a belief new found That if you put on mask of perfection All those people around Will gift you with appreceation No more the true persona counts As long as you can act The way situation wants You can keep your respect intact All you need to do is flash a smile Even when you fell like shedding tears It might seem difficult for a while But it will become a habbit in few years Just nod in aggrement To pretend you know it all World will praise your intellect And your progress will never stall If a colleague of your's goes wrong Never ever try to correct him Because to the same game you belong And he'll have to lose for you to win This is the rat race the world is running Without the slightest idea that No matter losing or winning Ultimately rats will be rats So if find a rat overtaking Just catch it by its tail Why waste energy in running When so easily to destination,you can sail
Time has an unknown face down at the pages place a life in a life, like a weave on a loom love has a nest embrace home at the pages place a beauty, as wild as the mild meadow plume will it survive this race the land of the pages base caught on an ebb, like a web on a broom heal or be gone to pass a land that was made to last beauty to live, like the wild meadow grass all is a sacred space all in a pages race real as the engine of steam and it's tune catherine of pages place how could i forget your face you were the one that held me i was the fool that let you go. (c) s.watts
Not Giving Up This Battle On something that was started for me in not going to quit until I get the answer I want though my question are full the answer will answer thing that take me to do dumb things.I never listen anymore to what people have to say I only hear thunder when I'm told what to do it thing that take me to do dumb things. I never listen anymore to what people have to say I only hear thunder when I'm told what to do it. Taking you down and anyone else who think they can win. This battle had started before I was born I plan to end it before the next generation comes.
In the bible there is a story,about a man , who brought his people out of slavery He led them to a promise land, So all his people could be free. In the bible there is a story. about a man and his family. Who built an ark in the desert, and GOD change the desert into a raging sea. In the bible there is a story about a man as strong as he could be. Until he met this girl,DELILAH. Who brought him tragedy. In the bible there is a story, about a man from GALILEE. Who shed is blood on the cross, for all of our souls,such as you and me.
You were like lightning That hit me while driving You spilled all over my senses To say I was electrified Is an understatement Because now i sit and write And Silently wonder about My time with you Alone Where do I go from here After the occurance Of you is gone Do I pull up my baggy pants and Pretend ... Fake out my own mind That nothing occured Thereby waiting for sleep To make soft the blow So that The shape and the memory Of your face Becomes some distorted Warp in the memory of my dreams When I said too much And you gave a chuckle As if to say good-bye And we hit the reset button For an resplendant reprise
Zaman gul zamani bu yaz Beklenmeyen heyecan Goncolanan katmerlerde Eriyen rengin hasretim kokun Zaman gul zamani umidim Kan kirmizi sevgim diken Operim yapraklarini aglarken Zaman gulse umid nefese yagmur Tirmandi goklere gul yurudu Alevinde sevginin gul zamanin
(begins with part 1) Though some say the tribal council foresaw the next event. The disappearance of all the seers, and as they went, the people looked up with fear; Finally the last one had gone, along with the illumination of our paths. And so, as we waited for the fires to once more dawn, we again silently suffered from the coastal Rocks' wrath; But when word spread that gilded beacon lit no more, greed overtook our brothers, as they decided on a change of plans. They attacked us and razed our sacred lore, building lighthouse others, these, of human hands; Only, as mighty as it would be made, however tall the tower, no matter how many bricks would be laid, it was no suitable substitute in power; Frustrated, they then tried to rationalize and disprove the old towers greatness. And upon hearing our moral gems, they would mock. Calculating through their path without a real reasonable guess. Their arrogance sunk them, as they became Rock; And as friendly nations turned against us in a collective, we felt the cold hand of civil unrest. Our enemies took our people captive, as our people did also oppress; Many people made their own sect, and blood was spilled by these cults. Monuments to themselves, the leaders erect. As foot soldiers are swept up in tumult; Our tribe finally splintered, and to this day the sects still track us as prey. We are some of the last fundamentalists yet to be conquered, which I am thankful for everytime I pray;' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ He then tensed and pierced me with heavy eyes. I've seen many of my friends hunted down, and yet I've never picked up a soldiers armor. The only clothes I wear are a priests' gown and ritual vestments while at the altar. Life has indeed given me the chance to make riches, I thank the opportunity, but always decline. I think I've found where my niche is, every Sunday, preaching divine. I could have been wild, in my younger days. But perhaps its good and mild, that can see through the haze. But everytime I see that golden spire, I ignite inside with holy fire.
She danced around the campfire, As the flames reached into the night. It was then that he walked by, But she knew that he wasn't right. Maria was just a gypsy girl, And with a georgio she fell in love. But he did not return her affections, And she had no help from up above. Desperately she turned to the Devil, She sold her family's souls for evil things. He turned her father into a sound box, Her mother into a bow, four brothers into strings. The Devil then took the six souls, And he turned them into a violin. Maria quickly learnt to play it well, And the courtship of the georgio did begin. The gorgio fell in love with her, But the Devil had two more souls to claim. He took Maria and her lover to Hell And the violin fell to the ground, where it did remain. A poor gypsy boy found it there, He played constantly till he got a wife. And ever since that fateful day, It has been the musical symbol of gypsy life.
A watch from the berrtes eye secret silinet he cryies through the work of a jugten deed a world he sit where no one takes heed the new wind blows ash in dust a look from wishiling window showing no aprayven norical forshiven As the shadow towers over me I sing a hearts praise to all lost children awaken and dawriness intent begavaning my eventdence i shower the the places of my past in this overchure of suprise I cradle my last emphise I work hard to make thing new I began with this next of kin A tiped nouse blinking it's fastin The dull axes couteraction I wangraond uptichure of my atimasity Apraganding these two heartbroken lovers Sore under oath to persert them both I walk alone to actord my salvage The presure of this unburn thratise bragging in my face I object in theses halls of forgatton backlashing This four hored watch this ucrane As the mamed game backran her i am avenged THw wac swocks the tuk bock lock While i cindle my brushin brides backstab
As the years and times will change this bustling city, once almost invisible from Heaven itself, we'll remember it as it took on the face of death: giving each other comfort and asking why would anyone hate so much this nation... to demolish what took years to build with devotion! Our presence will greatly attest, and send a message so strong and sound that their ears will not miss; angels still fly over that sacred place, and watch it with their smiling faces... to please God with all their will, because they know too well that our sorrows can't be measured! As the seasons and the days slip away, only that memory remains timeless: faint voiced of family and friends wailing in the thick smoke and burning flames, and as helpless as they are, where they pray, they think of us as their Guardian Angels! Our presence will greatly attest, but nobody can ever sway us from our achievement: a tragedy such as this, will not be repeated... we lost too much to be intimidated!
There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers Calling … Brave Warriors Gladiators and Warriors And They're Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts' Pounding Marching, To The Cadence of The World's Rage Resounding They're Going By The Beat of Their Heart's Pumping By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin' … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … Chorus: But, We've Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children We've Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I'm Hearing We've Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … 2nd Chorus: Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors' Battle Cry And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones' Eyes The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun … And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares ( Isa. 2: 4 ) And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear All Warriors' Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer ! … Gentle Warriors … Peace-Loving, Warriors … 2nd Chorus: Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors' Battle Cry And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones' Eyes The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior's … Last ' Why ? ' … Warriors … Courageous Warriors … How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier … … Warrior … Courageous Warrior …
We look at what we have this hour of the day, But where will we be when come what may. The emblems on the hats and the money for the shoes, The important pocked tronics Are these your going tools? Over priced jeans that are quoted by name, The fancy cars bought low. Looking at times like the best there is but, Lowly thinking even though. I ask you now with all that you have, "Is your happiness really there? If these things are really going to take you, Can you tell me when and where?" We have spoiled the child, spared the rod, And forgot about, "IN THE BEGINNING GOD…" Boys wanting to know how many babies that can make, Instead of getting a job for the first one's sake. Little girls having boys and watching them rebel, While thinking that is cute the mother's aiming them toward HELL. We have not allowed love to come in but, Lust has had free course. The children that are now coming into the world, Feel all except remorse. Is your fate in the clothes that are on your back? Is your strength in the drug that we know as crack? Are you scaled by the shoes that are on your feet? Or governed by equipment that is found out in the streets? You see the Lord has a plan and He knows where you should be But it's up to you to seek your "DESTINY". Into what are you getting and where are you going, In whom are you believing and why are you doing. Everything else is temporal and all is fading away. Except you find your life in Christ Jesus and, Be ready for that great day. This very second as you read these words, chaos is in society, And even though the LORD ALMIGHTY is still in control, WHERE IS YOUR DESTINY?
A glimpse in your gilded eyes Tells me all inside your lieing mind How can you Stand without a spine How can you speak without a will Failed to announce the pain Will they realize the illusion Is it all to late? The lies that are so common Have put up a delusion Infront Of the people's mind So deep away from the dark Will we come when father is coming For us, is it all to late? Soft little messenger I dare you to spread the word About our dying world All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king I see the light of a dawning Age Let a new era begin An Aquarian dream a day where we are all free Inside our minds; our hidden refuge But there's no need to hide perfection Concordia shall be our queen Justice, independence, liberty are our only virtues free to be whoever our heart let's us be Go to the tower, strike the bell Soft little messenger And tell of Victory All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainetd with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king
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The alarm goes off, I open my eyes to face the day I roll back over to sleep it away The wife begins to preach to me No work, unemployed, I am free I go to the unemployment office and talk to the man He looks at my state and says he will do what he can The man asks me which of the three jobs I choose I don't want a job, I guess I've got those Lazy Hound Dog Blues I go outside, sit at the bench and wait for the bus I've got nowhere to be, I ain't in no rush It's getting to be late in the afternoon Getting hungry and will be home soon My wife left me a note saying were through At the moment I don't care, it's the curse of the lazy hound dog blues I tell myself tomorrow I will look for a job Gotta clean myself up, no one will hire a slob The alarm goes off I hit the snooze Not today, I am nagged by those lazy hound dog blues My wife calls, says she wants to work things out I try to explain, she begins to shout She won't listen what's the use I tell there is a cure for the flu But how do you shake the lazy hound dog blues
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Mr. Smooth has a splendid social life He's got adoring kids, a loving wife He's a well-educated gentleman Knowing so much, still learning all he can. He's got a pleasant way of winning friends The rich and the wretched, the saints and the fiends So likeable, so popular is he That he's the guy most people want to be. I envy him his fame, his name But I don't have much to offer I'm just his lowly chauffeur At his long limo's steering wheel As he gets every winning deal. Mr. Smooth heads the boardrooms, makes much wealth Got a sculpted body and superb health And women swoon when he greets them hello Threatened machos smile when he had to go. He's got me waiting a bit longer now So unusual, much like breaking a vow The scared guard said Mr. Smooth did decide To call it quits, then gulped down cyanide!
I Remember the Day By Dane Smith-Johnsen I can remember the day like yesterday, When the snowfall brought much glee, One Florida church made a wish that year. Flakes of snow they wanted to see. Praying with hope, they entreated their God, Asking together on knees. "We are so poor and no gifts will there be For the Christmas tree this year," But they trusted in Heavenly Father's love. I in their eyes great faith saw-- There were dreams that they dreamed and truly believed "Send Christmas snow, God please." To show their great faith in God for the snow, Paper snowflakes one by one, Appeared each day in the bright sunlight Thrilling, enchanting, and fun. Then, many other people came, When the snowflakes they did see, They stayed to pray with those poor that day. Snowflakes taped where others could see. Some people not nearly as faithful as these Came mocking the poor folks' glee. And that was the reason (as many know, In this place of poverty) That the snow wish to God was repeated Saying, "Snowflakes, send to us please." And the snowflakes they cut for the window with care Were like snowflakes school children make With glittery paper of white And one of the mockers that came there to fight Remembered the good Lord above Then, joined in the joy shared that night And helped make many snowflakes with love. Thus, Christmas never comes that I don't think about The snowflakes that appeared one by one. For the wish that they made was like no other wish Those poor who had faith to believe And all that they asked for from Father above Were snowflakes in Florida showing God's love. And that's what He gave them Christmas Day. In the snow that God gave children played. This is based on a true story... It took place at a State Welfare Office, not a Church.
Spending an early morning by the iridescent bay, body delighted by a whipping breeze: it's humid and hazy under swollen clouds that foretell an up-coming storm; on both side of the parkway cars speed by, and drivers have no clue that a traffic cop is scanning it on the radar! Some may not go far: there, the flashing lights of the siren; I am glad that I obey that law, while some offenders smirk at a fine! As the wailing wind progresses on, so does the intensity of the muggy air; it supposed to be a festy, sunny day to unwind and enjoy some sun, but does Nature think that nasty weather is fair or is it spiteful, unyielding and tricky? On a rough checker's table made of oak, I'm writing my observations as beach-goers seem to have deserted it; on a normal day it echoes of music, of voices so loud and deep! Now, hungry pigeons and seagulls feast on wiggling fish, unmarred by my presence... that can provoke my appetite, thinking of a tasteful dish! Tired of walking the long stretch of beach, I take off my tinted sunglasses smudged by dripping sweat; I'm burning like a lizard in need of relief... my sunscreen has worn off! Few more steps, the car door opens: clothes neatly folded on the back seat, raindrops hit the windshield as I pick up speed!
Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness; her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze, to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes! And has she ever told anyone about carrying along that secret? When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine disguise, for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties, grandma sacrificed and suffered much; and when the Nazis invaded the peaceful town of Baiano, grandma made trips to the small mill in Arciano, to grind grain and make her delicious bread: encountering many dangers and fears ahead... making her the heroine History won't recognize! Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage, and let her carry along that secret? Women and young ladies, including grandma, adored the handsome and fearless man Mussolini, who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways... manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti; woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days: I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed! Out of grief and anger, I speak against every injustice and not carry along that secret! My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England by the British as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn; and Emma a kind-hearted English woman , and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity, visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish; someting wonderful could have bloomed between them... but all records and details have been lost instead, and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory! What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain their day in an unpromising sun: suddenly power and pride...gone; Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice... with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches! Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste, but silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!
I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you. The feeling that I have is unexplainable. I want to be with you forever and ever. The way that you have promised me. O the joy that I feel when I am around you is immeasurable. The way you make me feel better when I am blue. Makes me want to stay blue. Just so you can make me feel better. I look in your eyes and I see heaven. You make time stop for me when I am down. When we are together I feel like nothing could ever tear us apart! The world slows down just like in the movies. So all the people are just frozen in time. It's just you and me all alone in the frozen time that is around us. What happens to the people around us frozen in time? I don't know, and I don't really care. You are all that matters to me. You have my heart and soul. You are the one that makes everything ok. I have so much to tell you, I don't know where to begin. All I am trying to say is this: I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART!
Brittannia ruled the waves,they said My old school atlas,dotted red; Cricket its multi-national game Pageantry & fair-play its claim to fame; Governed by the privileged few English,said & written its glue. AN EMPIRE ON WHICH THE SUN NEVER SETS ! Now six decades further on Its colonial power foever gone; A damp offshore Atlantic island Sinking slowly,in PC quick-sand; Multi-cultures of its past,now abound Each language of its Empire,here is found. AN ISLE ON WHICH THE SUN LESS OFTEN GETS !
To Mr. Otto Osips Ochs My friend, the dream is exhausted But as long as you chase it, I will follow Mr. Dylan Thomas Perhaps destiny it's self will spare us To yours, mine, our struggle Their smiles Here's to serenity Accept this peace To those who do not understand Perhaps you never will To Forsythe Orange monkeys, brown bricks To Fallen days Summer musk smirks So we wish upon autumn stories And still recall a sudden May The Garden district Birds feed, individuals chirp The sudden closure that lurks To holidays Like people they come, they go To Knowledge What is good language? Ignorance, my southern king My Etruscan dancer Kiss the mistletoe of your beloved tragedy Emerson I beg of you Keep your self reliance So I ask you, what do you do? When life points all its fingers at you? To End, despair, and happiness Why not just coexist within struggles To the most adorable infants I insist that you cry Because in the future When things go not your way Your peers and I Will simply tell you to stop whining To harmony I'd rather have your faults than marry My well wishers It's been fun Children I insist that you play Enjoy the withered ways of the hours that fade When life begins to settle around you You begin to only focus on What you have to do To the harlots I lay with in You can do better than me To those whom stood foot in sand Wrap your self in a warm memory and let it be To fatal attraction What ever happened to you? Caesar Until the end, my friend Brutus My lord this is as far as we go To my viewers I leave you my despair My expired whereabouts My truth in well being Deceit I leave you my absence on days I do not miss My love My only beleaguered wish To life The darkness I continue to kiss To my conscience I cannot get over you To the world The end, all is yours To our sun The moon, the blemishing To Phoebe Be eternal, mark, and benefit from it To relinquishing I keep trotting To this decision in essence Where will I go? For now, I do not know But maybe that's the significance in the matter To Colorado I look forward to our rendezvous and tryst To departure A lavender scent To laughter A soothing melody to present To my tears You are nothing more than failing worries To Eternity Time seems wounded, love please hurry To Monroe Louisiana Maybe I'll see you all around sometime As for my will I leave none, it carries on within me
Hour by hour, Day by day, Life is like a book, Some like to say. Every second, every minuet A different page is made; Every year, every decade Another chapter is laid. Someone once said, Or thought just the same, Life is just like An extensive game. There are winners, There are losers, There are ones who don't care, Yet everyone has supposedly, A matching pair. Not every moment, Is not worthy of glorification. Especially not some, In this great nation. Some men are like gods, Others like slaves, Some discard objects, Others crave. Yet future is upon us, And we are doing nothing. Shouldn't we leave behind Our children something? Yet everyday we kill Everyday we steal Everyone doesn't care What others feel In the time of this day The time of now We should start changing Yet some ask "how?" The only way is this We start right now Love, not kill Give, not steal Maybe with time Our hearts will heal If not our hearts, Then our planet may This planet never, Ever forgets Rarely does it ever, Ever forgive Only we Are the ones to blame Only we Need to claim The responsibility of such For we are the ones the world was ours do something we must before this land sours
She comes in just before 6:30 Donald's ride will never be early Their relationship is not kept under cover She calls him her big brother Now they both drive a 300, Donald says his is better There is nothing like the smell of leather Zena keeps hers cleaner, it holds more shine She has a nickname I gave her, Z Lovely 39 She starts to freeze when the temperature dips below 79 Her heater is on full blast most of the time Palmetto bugs, spiders and snakes Zena will run a mile a minute to escape Donald said he is thinking about moving his desk out in the warehouse to keep from walking back and forth 5-2-9 suggests Donald buy some Dr. Scholl's cushioned insoles to prevent his dogs from getting sore Zena just got her new clothing catalog from 1-800-SO-FINE It was addressed to her exclusively, Z Lovely 39 Another day starts with my desk neighbor, new adventures will arise Donald will spend most of his day by her desk, comes as no surprise He has romantic visions tumbling like a dryer in his mind He will always big brother to Z Lovely 39
Turbine whistling Wait... Until all is green Time to go That familiar quickening Of a heart Trained in the art of war To do battle Rotors spinning Left and right... The tech calls Clear! Progressive collective Rising high In to the sunlight Time to target Five minutes That familiar quickerning Switches, set Terrs, visual! Lynxes, marking with frantan Left hand orbit Time to go... Heave of cyclic Nose up Shudder Bleeding off speed Safeties , off You hear the snap and click In a cloud of dust A fireforce deplaned For needs must... Terrs, visual Max power, collective to full Building speed Skimming trees Tech, observing They're running! Brownings chatter The cordite smell The enemy scatter Watching the fuel Adjusting throat mike Ten minutes to bingo Orbitting Hearing the battle on the ground Time to go... In dusty skies K-cars and G-cars flew Skimming across the bush Purposeful dragonflies Trained in the art of war To fight anywhere That familiar quickening Turbine whistled Wait... Until all is green Time to go...
Thoughts going through my mind. Never knowing what to do. Wanting to let it all out but not knowing how. Cutting, burning ,drinking , smoking, and popping pills . Is that the way to let my feelings out. What should I do? Talk to a friend .Sure they can help. But most friends don't know what I'm going through. Never knowing what to do. Till Now.. I laid all my troubles at the foot of the cross. I am a woman of god .. God is the reason I make it through the day. Satan has no control over my life anymore, God is my one and only...
The insatiable passion inside our blood, out of control, flowed quicker than a waterfall... made us profoundly intense; that determination, not to waste moments, was affirmed by our earnest intention! Where will I find pretty Monica? She can't be replaced by witty Erica, who forces me to forget... until there'll be no memory left! This sky was so crimson and cloudless, a reminder of those evenings of tenderness; now this boring rain pours down on that maple tree: erasing everything we wrote on its bark; and it even glowed like a star throughout the dark, inviting us to spend a night...drifting in a dream! Where will I find pretty Monica? Even the beautiful face of Angelica doesn't offer me hope and consolation; she truly was the perfect woman in all creation! I speak of a name so unheard by others, and foolishly fall into the stranger's arms... those cold arms that can't make me feel comfortable; I cry out words that seem impossible to be said in silence with certainty, because nobody wants to hear them...except me!
I remember everything you did to me these photographs bring back old memories i still hear everything you said it's still stuck up inside of my head as the tides wash in and out always know what your all about your fake smile starts to break and finally you seal your fate. Your the star and im standing in line maybe this movie starts on time. Your the star and only you come to mind and your the one who's right all the time. Like a slap to a tilted face in my mouth i still have the taste has this just been all a waste, of my time. In an alley against a wall waiting for the other shoe to fall by the phone but there's no call, at all. Your the star and im standing in line but it's fine. Your the star but you don't come to mind for once it's finally not about you this time.
Nightmares to day dreams feel like my brain would freeze had no ease, no rest and no peace. The hurt blazing, inferno sky's fading as none of the light came in hiding in the corner cowering as words broke my skin, razor sharp like a tack or a pin and im sitting here left wondering. If i could rise above your agony get past this indignity would i ever get past this angry sea could i really ever just be me. Daydreams to nightmares terror and rage, energy balled up and trapped in a cage, no way i could ever relieve the pressure feeling like the roof caved in. Ashamed and unaware of being played this was her favorite game, every lie the same so im done being the one you play, that's all i have to say. If i could rise above your agony get past this indignity ever cross that angry sea finally just get to be me.
Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon, the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice, whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger who could be a wanderer or an intruder... the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees, will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon! Moments lived into a silver night, when the narrow streets are empty and dark and the gondolas rest at the quite docks, are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes; and if our hands seem so frantic, our quick thougths may be less romantic! Following the trail of the ascending moon, how loneliness is detected in her glance... if we stare at her melancholic face! And should we bring her a little comfort by singing her the tune of a lovely song, but how long will her presence loom? Moments lived into a silver night... are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime, even more than that one unforgettable kiss... while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals of a city that still withstands the fury of tides; will another city be as beautiful as this? We'll die before Venice will completely disappear into the Adriatic Sea... so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy, and leave something to remember us by; I'll write the words and the melody, and you will sing it to her sweetly! Moments lived into a silver night... linger among these strong and old walls of Venice: where the legendary Marco Polo slept, where ordinary and famous people wept; fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze, by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light!
Kiss me, Lace your fingers through my hair, Love me, Bathe my heart in the open air, Need me, Call me from your high front stair, And maybe I'll love you as well, Maybe I'll fall under your spell. In September, I see you coming near, In the hallway, Whisper soft nothings in my ear, In the morning, When no one else is here, As the sunlight comes streaming through the window, And you tell me there is nothing left to fear. The Springtime, Left much to be desired, You kisses, Kept me flying higher and higher, But walked away on down that road, Left me to die in my hearts fire, I thought my heart was my own, But when in love I lost all the heart I owned.
Go to the ant and learn (2x's) Go to the ant, ant, ant Go to the ant and learn- (Chorus) She digs her house down deep She builds her house up high And though she has no king Her armies stay alive In the summer she will reap For the coming winter sky She gathers everything Her colonies survive (Chorus) Consider all her ways She's small but she expects Her people stay as one And she is strong and wise So number all your days Prepare for what comes next And til everything is done Let no sleep tempt your eyes Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's) Go to the ant (Chorus)
Yakomazlar acti Vurulmus yildizlara Bahcemde sardunyam Sallandi gunun aksamina. Yarim elim elinde Yurunmemis adim Alcanak yanaklarim Konusulmamis aci Bekledik durulsun agri Kanayan gundogan Biber bastik acimiza Hep bir yoldan Hep bir agizdan Sevdik devsirdik Elele yuruduk Acinin umutlarina
A spot of tea for you and me It makes me ever so happy to see you today Smile on your face gives me meaning and grace. I have lost all track of time and place Sweet sugar in my tea you're the sweet sugar for me A tea set reminds me of my inner child Your beauty makes me go wild More sugar yes please more sugar for me Your sweet and kind you help me unwind Sweet sugar in my tea you're the sweet sugar for me I kiss your soft lips it makes me smile Drink my tea only for a while with you Earl grey one more please stay don't walk away No words left to say I love you
The heavens stole my tears from me, and chained them to a gruesome fate; for if my fragile eyes should run, the sky would then precipitate. Whenever I would lose myself to dismal thoughts and start to cry, the clouds would waltz maliciously with spiteful showers standing by. The heavens stole my tears from me, and hid them in a turquoise squall. The world walked on. How could it know, that anything was wrong at all? Despicable, this lucid paint that covered up my mournful hue! Despite how close they always were, they never knew my eyes bled blue. They couldn't see my drops of pain; they only saw the morbid rain, dancing- on my weeping heart.
Ten years later, I didn't think I'd be here Sitting in the corner, still wiping y tears How your past comes back to haunt you How your mistakes come back to hurt you I was young and in love, promised many things I had no one, he took me under his wings Showed me a world I have never seen He told me that he's never been with anyone This will be his very first time, I smiled Joy filled my heart, it was my first time too I was on cloud nine, nothing could bring me down Until he decided to stop coming around I started to hear a lot of things, people started talking I found out he's been around the block a time or two But even after all this, I didn't question Whether or not it was time to go get tested Four months down the line and my belly started growing I went to the doctor and he told me I was pregnant Even so I still didn't want to go get tested It wasn't until my ninth month that something clicked It was my responsibility as a mother to go get checked And I did and it made me feel proud Until the doctor called and told me to sit down It seems I have HIV and on top of that Three other girls, who have been with him have the same disease But my curse has a blessing, god spared my daughter Her blood is clear of the disease, she doesn't have HIV But here I am, ten years later, sitting in my room Getting sicker as each day passes, there's no cure for this disease I carry a great burden, my heart is full of pain Who will take care of my little girl when i'm no longer here, How I wish I used a condom, I should have asked questions I should have been patient and waited, until I got the answers But I was in love and allowed my flesh to do the talking If you think your mistakes don't bother the people around you Your wrong and confused, they feel your pain too If there is one thing I can say, to bring forth a better day Don't wait, don't delay, go and get tested today If you don't know nothing about the disease, get some information It's available everwhere, It's right there for you to see It's not stupid, it's the smart thing to do Don't wait till it's too late Don't wait until it happens to you
The silent battlefield has drawn its armorial... no smoke rising from weapons so unsurpassable; bodies lying on the bloody grass; some writhing, many lifeless! One nation has risen against another nation... with the plausible thought that one will subdue the other and conquer; but the losses on both sides seem an equal share! Victory is a vain word, if it hasn't considered or honored its noble purpose through peace; many lives could have been spared... turning their worth over an unjudicial conscience, and rid itself of a costly vengeance! Those daughters and sons will not return to their mothers, and an acute pain will perforate their helpless hearts; and they could have become great minds and leaders: and with their death, their thoughts have perished with their dreams! Victory is a vain word, smeared on dead faces that look upright... for that mercy and compassion the enemy did't give; they may be dead in body, but not in the spirit! Look ! I see them walking with God, who will give them another life for their firm belief! Belligerence is the outcome of rampant hatred, and Man will become a beast in order to accomplish it... without regard and pity,not compromising, but scheming with an uncontrollable wrath! Now their voices aren't shouting,and their hands are still stained with unwashable blood; nightmares are the visitations of demons who complement their minds with a cruel reward: victory has lost meaning and ardor , nothing can bring them to a calm shore!
Have they ever asked themselves what's the purpose of this life; and why we are born of a mother who leads us to a quiter shore? These are the thoughts of an innocent mind... questioning the diffidence of the eartly man! Have they ever seen showers feed the blossoms of a peach tree?... Warm raindrops that Nature offers to magnify the grandness of flowers! These are the thoughts of an innocent mind... seeing beauty when all ignore surprise! Have they ever seen the majestic pine trees sway, almost piercing the wandering clouds of color rose... drifting towards the lustrous sunset of May; can a strayed soul obtain redemption with deep-felt remorse? These are the thoughts of an innocent mind... contemplating creation with the purest feeling! Have the ever stopped along the roads swarmed with mimosa and jasmine and inhale the fragrance of their tiny flowers, being totally inhabriated by their smell? These are the thoughts of an innocent mind... thrilled by the natural state of the wild! Have they ever seen those cities made of concrete, where the errants struggle to breath, and sunlight is as rare as an uninvited sunset; there the church bells toll in extreme heat! These are the thoughts of an innocent mind... seeking,but not finding spirituality of any kind!
From his home-made wooden rocker my dad beckoned with his hand, as his wasting frame would not allow the dying man to stand and he handed me two buttons, that were worn and on a chain, then he whispered of their origins while grimacing with pain. "These two buttons were my father's lad and from a prison shirt that dad wore because he'd beat a man who'd treated him like dirt. He was placed in solitary and that added to his shame, so to stay sane in that darkness … well he played this little game. "He would throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room and he'd search until he found them in his quest to beat the gloom. Yes he'd throw those two white buttons and they kept the poor man sane, till they finally released him and my dad came home again. "When I met your darling mother son I felt right from the start that this girl was something special and I knew deep in my heart that we'd marry and have family and son the dream came true, but it broke me when I lost her, after she gave birth to you. "Though I had you to remember her, I nearly lost my mind and I'd ask God in my darkened room why was life so unkind. But my dad came to the rescue and placed in my hand one day two white buttons and revealed to me a game he used to play. "Yes I'd throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room and I'd search until I found them in my quest to beat the gloom. Yes I'd throw those two white buttons and they somehow kept me sane till I found a little peace of mind and was your dad again. "Still we've shared a lot of years since then and son you're now a man and I know you love your family and do the best you can. I do not have much to leave you just these worn out buttons lad and the knowledge that I loved you and was proud to be your dad." Then his hand slumped off the rocker and dad's spirit left that night and him lying there and free of pain was such a peaceful sight. Though at night I'd sit there in the dark, depressed and feeling blue, till I took to throwing buttons, just like my dad used to do. Yes I'd throw those two white buttons in the black void of that room and I'd search until I found them in my quest to beat the gloom. Yes I'd throw those two white buttons and they somehow kept me sane and I thanked my dad and grandpa for those buttons on that chain.
Pinnacles rise calling their name Letters on an index they became At one time ethics reigned The slaves had value in some past day Cast aside no longer having a place till his grave The God's finding cheaper more willing slaves More riches for them to plunder Gold for them to save A new land to take Humanity they forsake The God's of Greed always thunder That is not their fault that mankind suffer That any man can be a God of Greed Provided he serves only his own need And use the slaves for what they be Pawns in chess game Played by the God's of Greed.
' Legendary …' ( Part 4 (of) 4 ) Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, 'He' Located, Her Craftily Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of A Key Alas' … The Happenstance of Harm, at the Bower, twas' Done Most Foully ! Alas' … The Happenstance of Alarm, Maid twas' Undone for Shameful Villainy! * * * The Maid so Afraid, for The Earl Waylaid – Her, to His Infamy He Ravaged and Damaged The Maid … and Took Her Innocency … And She, in Her Distress and Mental-Regress and Misery Sat Horrified-Aloof, Sitting in Soiled Proof, of Her Plundered Chastity There Could Nay be Gathered, Her Tattered-Wits twere' Shattered, even for Modesty As The Earl snidely Chuckled, and Boastingly Buckled His Belt, Smirking Heinously Yea, The Earl had Sated His Dissipated Lust and Gloated – Gleefully Went Back to The Masque-Ball and Unmasked and Called and Mocked Maliciously Impugned Beth, to One and All, of Her Downfall from Grace to Impropriety The Earl Made Sure … The Stunned Knight Would Overhear, The Indecency … But Much to The Earl's Chagrin and also Akin to Cowardice and Incredulity … The Knight Spoke Nay a Word, Only The Hissing of His Sword, Struck Accordingly The Last Look, The Earl Saw Was … Rage and The Fraught-Gaze of Insanity ! Yea, The Knight, Smote The Gloat off The Face of the Vile Earl, Most Deservedly … * * * Thence, The Knight, in Their Sight, Became Legend That Night as He Fought Mightily He Escaped Royal Guards, His Heart was Beating Hard, as He made it to The Bowery And by the Window, He could see by Melted Tallow, a piece of cloth hung Raggedly caught Wherefore Beth … had jumped to Her Death … and Lay Below Crookedly … * * * Now, Tis' Sad To Recite … They Hung The Poor Knight, tis' Further Travesty For The Earl, tho' Highborn, wast' a Cur to Be Scorned … a Monstrosity ! Alas' … and Aghast, the hope of Lovers Together at Last, Turned into Tragedy Fie' and Fain, lest' we Forget, this be A Story and yet… couldst' be Reality … Yea, Fie' and Fain, lest' We Forget, … Why The Earl, His End Met … … This Too Was Vanity … Eccl. 1: 14 ' … Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery … … and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token And Language Be Spoken … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary ! ' The End
Wild Mountains Cool Breeze Wild Woman Your Fire Powerful My Waters just as strong Will your Fire put out my waters Will my Waters douse your flame The challenge is yours to accept Fire and Water Two Passions...Powerful when married as a force Are you the one I am to explore of the least of these? The one who will understand my passions and my actions. Wild Woman Firey Woman Let me douse your flame Engulf yourself in my waters Engulf yourself in my waters Peter LeBuhn Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn Peter LeBuhn
Sing a song of people Walking fast or slow; People in the city Up and down they go. People with their hats on, Going in the doors. People with umbrellas When it rains and pours. People in tall buildings And in stores below; Riding elevators, Up and down they go. People walking singly, People in a crowd; People saying nothing, People talking loud. People laughing,smilling, Grumpy people too; People who just hurry, And never look at you! Sing a song of people Who like to come and go; Sing of city people You see but never know!
He pauses for effect and pretends to listen and hear, then proceeds anyway and gives the order to conquer. Though far is his reach he is really very near, causing destruction, he brings chaos and fear. Silhouettes and shadows dance all over the wall but he heeds not the warning of the impending toll. From across the ocean he kills, maims and attacks, he arrests and he tortures, he insults and he mocks. He drops bombs, launches cruise missiles and planes, he fires cannons, sends troops on ships and trains. He barks orders, he wiretaps and he spies, he fundraises, he schemes and he lies. He does not hesitate to place fighting men in harm's way, yet years ago, when put to the test, he scampered away. He's brave and he's fearless he will do whatever it takes as long as it's not his sorry life at stake. His nation's best come home in cold, flag-draped coffins, but not to worry, just statistics, save the cost of morphines. For the good times roll for the dumb warrior and his base since November 2000 and it has always been the case. He turns wives into widows, innocent kids into orphans, sowing deaths on thousands of daughters and sons. He cries crocodile tears, even tries hard to appear he's sorry in front of cameras for the headlines of the day. He never fails to attend service with his wife every Sunday, a black sheep once but claims the Lord showed him the way. Yet nothing will stop him from character assassination for his party and, believe you me, in the name of his nation! We're spreading democracy, the little boy warrior says, in press conferences he holds on some occasional days. While his weary war machine stutters and cranks, his rich cronies laugh all the way to the bank. Yes, the Decider smiles, he surveys and he conquers, he pretends to listen though he does not really hear. Shame on the whole world, the UN, shame on us all, for not reining in this evil man and just taking the fall.
A call to arms has been issued and all the lyrical guns have been reissued fierce fighting mothers handing out tissues to dab away at media blasted issues while the news just labels and cradles out the issues to misuse without paying dues and then we all lose yes i said we all lose while fighting towards the end Because of men riddled with sin i think it's time to begin again with sentimental reason to treason. start rhyming again to turn away the seasons. Why can't you stop, can't you see the beacons? But oh no, hell no, here comes the saturated reasons spouting from our deacons to extinguish all the beacons. A call to arms has beened released from our fathers that are burried and deceased. Oh no, hell no, the wonders they never decease. While problems they steadily increase time to pick a pocket and do away with that lease. The poor man crying while the fat cat continues to fleece us, with mistrust, thinking we aren't tough. but life gets hard and tough, the people they have had enough. So all the people they rise up and stand up, can't stop it up or break it up. When the crowd starts pumping, and the cities start thumping, with this lyrical something. Maybe the teen mothers wold stop humping, but y'know something, when we wake up this has all been for nothing. Because the city is a monster living in dumpsters, with parents in the house yelling at their kids upstairs, no wonder the nation is caught unawares. We're all frightened by the nightmares, but do nothing when the beacons start to blare. Looking up at empty hands as if to plead with the starving air. Oh god, the answer was but now it's gone and I don't where. Not even the gospels that are out there can tell me where. But who cares? With all the dope selling and the fathers that aren't there.
When life was given to me, from the kindest mother this ungrateful world ever knew, I caught my first breath as my tiny heart started to laugh; that moment was ingrained in time, instilled in that child's memory... for countless years to pull me through, reminding myself who got me on this safe shore! To love myself so intensely... is to honor her degnified memory, others may have not been so lucky to have had a mother who had loved them so passionately; I heeded her words, listened how she prayed... even in suffering, she sought the presence of God, the same God who has been testing a faith so bold! My righteous mother was an image of holiness, her pure heart despised ugliness... a saint who will never be recognized, and so unknown for her sacrifice! She had the pity of Jesus's mother, and the perseverance of a martyr; had she be living in Nero's time, she woud have died for Christ! To love myself so intensely is to be grateful to her immensely, and consume that fervent love in the same way she did; no stories, or ballads will be writtten about her... to somehow remember her, but with my loving poem everyone will know, and come to realize that mothers dont' have to be heroines to go down in History!
Australian historians, though having penned the tales about our nation's bushrangers, who mostly were all males, did somehow fail recording facts on one outlandish gang, who sneered at all authority and didn't give a hang. They terrorised the Warrego in Queenslands far south-west, despite the thousand pound reward put up for their arrest. This trio of the meanest kind for years had been renown for robbing Haberdasheries in almost every town. The leader was a buxom lass, the fearless Nellie Wunn, and with her rode sweet Nellie Court and doughy Nellie Dunn. The Nellies were all hated by the women of the west, as they would take the finest clothes and leave them with the rest. This gang would use the goods they stole and gate crash any ball, and trip the light fantastic with their men folk, one and all. Then as the stroke of midnight gonged they simply up and went, but left their trade mark lipstick kiss implanted on each gent. Though like all those who rode that path and went outside the law, the Nellies run of luck ran out and they would ride no more. All three would face the hangman's noose, a grisly kind of fate, and only by the good Lord's grace could they escape that date. By that I mean should it occur the process failed three times, the Lord was seen to intervene, which cancelled out their crimes. First up to face the gallows was the leader Nellie Wunn, but when the trapdoor failed three times her freedom had been won. Young Nellie Court was next in line when, strike me don't you know, the trapdoor failed three times again and so they let her go. Then poor old doughy Nellie Dunn marched up the gallows stairs and as the noose went 'round her neck she quickly said her prayers. But as the executioner reached down to do the deed, poor doughy Nell cried, "Wait a bit! Before you do proceed. I think I see what is at fault," then went on to relate, "the lever pin has fallen out and that's your problem mate."
Spark of light in pitch black room This place of solitude becomes a tomb Reading writings of great people of the past Get stuck in a moment forever to last Open your sweet lips to kill the silence Two lovers meet by moonlight to fill empty hearts Piece of pain silent and still My spirit builds a life of free will a harmony of notes sound soft to my ear Inside of a beating heart like a drum I hear Open your sweet lips to kill the silence Two lovers meet by moonlight to fill empty hearts Passion of love echoes through my lips Above two loves walls hold secrets no one hears Two lovers in each others arms for years Two lovers close share their fears Sitting close they wipe each other's tears Open your sweet lips to kill the silence Two lovers meet by moonlight to fill empty hearts
Some people have murdered,some people have robbed, some people have conned their way through,i've done them all. Murdered my spirit,stole from my soul,cheated and lied all for the score. Bought and sold and then bought again, wore out my welcome with those who would lend. Yet never failed,it was easily found,the new guy in town,who hasn't been around. Green to the world and driven by greed, use words of worship and he'll give what i need. Promising to be loyal and true for my fix,the greenhorn inevitably gets wise to my tricks. So i run to the ones who unconditionally love, who i know will sympathize with all i have done. I pour out my guilt and i pour out my shame and let them believe they are to blame. Now that the show has all come to pass,they hand me the green and i don't even ask. I've acted this part again and again, as i walk away i know where it ends. For years i've managed to keep ignorance afloat Until one day i noticed a hole in my boat Slowly i sunk to my rocky bed, where the truth of my being was all i had left. An existence so rotten and shrouded in shame a junkie i was AND THAT WAS MY NAME
Everyone will have more love in themselves, if only they showed the smallest kindness; and smiled at each other like sister and brother! Only one man in all History made that ultimate sacrifice... such a short life lived in holiness: to show our hopeless Humanity its new, wonderful destiny! If flowers grow by sunlight, we, too, can grow by faith... and be as beautiful as they are at night; If stars are admired for their beauty, and speak to us of eternity... we should be brighter than their light! There's never anything wrong when it comes to giving of oneself, because compassion is measured by love... even the smallest kindness can be so immense; and they are no doubts when a joyful heart is sure: nothing could be purer!
A cool rain has come down, and stopped the rising of the sun: a day of mourning for all in the silent city, and it feels as sad as it felt yesterday; eyes cry and mix themselves with the falling raindrops... Console them with song, with words that don't speak of indignation; all they want is a possible consolation, because a loss of someone so loved... looks for ways of healing through faith, and if they can't be found...they'll rely on strength! I've never seen so many flowers laid at the site of the memorial, and thousands of names being read at the exact time the attacks occurred; more tears and sobs, but also prayers will be heard for the brave and exceptional! Console them with song, give them your comforting hugs, and a flag of endless gratitude... that flag they died for and they truly loved; and we who are alive must remember their sacrifice by walking together and being strong! Now, those sad faces see a ray of hope, at nine, shining on them from the parting clouds; no rain, no sorrow and tears to add to their pain... only a certain feeling of ease from words that are exchanged amid the voices of children: the generation to rebuild what was torn down!
' Legendary …' ( Part 3 (of) 4 ) … Now, The Earl, had Spies, to keep Intruding Eyes On The Tryst of Secrecy Beth's Tresses, like Raven Wings and Eyes Emerald-Green, Became His Fantasies Yea, He erstwhile Plotted, for He wast' Besotted with the Cobbler's Daughter's Beauty All to no Avail … for Beth Knew Well, Twere' None, More Wretched, than He ! So, She didst' Spurn his Declaration and Protestations of Undying Fidelity She didst' Return, His Portrait and String of Pearls and His Poems, Peremptorily Forasmuch, and twas' this and such, She Rebuffed all His Pleasantries In Favor of Her Knight, she Reserved This Right, which Enraged, Their Enemy - - - - - - - Now, Twas' but an Instant, of Insistent Cajoling, that Beth Pleaded Prettily To Part with Her Swain, til' Their Hearts Came, to be Joined For Perpetuity To Compose Herself, for Their Nuptial-Heft, She twould Prepare Hastily And Rendezvous for His View, stating … ' I twould' Look, My Best for Thee!' And as She left His side, She was Singing Most Merrily … ' … Carry Me in Thine Arms, to Our Beloved Balcony To a Bed of Blushing-Rose-Petals and Wild-Tossed-Peonies A Bed Lover's Designed … Draped in Damask and Brocade -Satiny And let Moon-Glow, from Yon' Window, Bathe Us Both Bodily … ' … and The Handsomely Styled, Smitten Knight Smiled, as He Heard Her Warm Gaiety … … Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity Sweetheart, Be Thy Bold in Bravery … … and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token And Language Be Spoken … Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary ! ( Part 3 (of) 4 )
He's stitching the truth within his tome Pulling the needle with woe His fertile mind shall serve as his home Tethers too rigid to sew All precious detail is rendered there Memory puts on a show Clarity finds him out of thin air He nearly dons a halo Don't ever mock Crazy Joe Maestros get lost during anxious times Magic strands logic below He tickles those keys caustic like limes Never once asking for dough Within his head he's never alone Concertos twisting his flow Don't interrupt when he's in that zone He lacks roots yet he will grow No one can stop Crazy Joe He offers up such unique cuisine With flavors that overflow Humus and beans will make you feel lean Even if you're feeling low Don't pluck your tongue when you get confused Flax seeds are saying hello There's nary a spice that goes unused Comfort still satisfies though Don't fail to thank Crazy Joe Patience avoids his most ardent gaze Everyone moves way too slow He seeks order in random arrays Gravity too great to throw Crooked freeways will tug him away Flying that line like a crow Mincing his grasp while he goes astray Where he hides I'll never know Crazy Joe, where do you go?
He was with God before the world came to be, and He created with Him our breath-taking Universe; His name was Jesus,the Redeemer of the Human Race: and to change and save us was His destiny... He preached in the Temple, and all Jerusalem listened carefully, but some didn't like to hear how He spoke against evil so openly; and they weren't the Romans,the conquerors, but those hypocrites in high places... Jesus drew huge crowds by lakes and mountains, by the country roads and in small towns; they all came to hear the Gospel with gladness, and Joseph was one of the priests who heeded those words... On the lake of Genesaret, Jesus performed another miracle, telling Peter to lower the net for a catch, but he was skeptical: until he saw the boat was about to sink with the heavy load, and he came to realize the bounty of God... As Jesus became popular and all heard Him preach, the priests and scribes became jealous of Him, and planned to capture Him and found Him guilty of blasphemy: by the very hands of Pontius Pilate who feared to condemn Him... But the crowd cried out, " Release Barabbas! ", and those who called out the name, "Jesus,Jesus! " were beaten and silenced by a mob who had no mercy; Pontius Pilate had no choice but to deny His liberty... The Roman soldiers grabbed Jesus and took Him to governor's place, and they stripped and whipped Him 'till he bled; and worst of all : a crown of thorns they put on His head... Along the Via Dolorosa Jesus carried the cross to His death as the women wept and men mocked Him with laughs, never a commotion,so great, was felt in all Jerusalem; a follower gave Him water, but he was restrained by swords... The merciless soldiers placed the cross upon Jesus's shoulders, and Simon from Cyrene finished bearing it behind Jesus; he really felt the same pain and agony; and from Jesus's smile, he knew He was relieved... From the cross at Golgotha, Jesus asked His father to forgive them as John stood by his mother; to one of the evildoers He promised Paradise at no cost: and to all who would believe and follow: redemption by the cross....
I will fly away into the night Look unto the sky as I take flight Tonight I love you so much Tonight I want to see you want our lips to touch Tonight I need you I need you tonight I can't run can't hide want to have you by my side chorus x3 tonight tonight tonight Wanna hold you tonight Told you I'd treat you right You're the fire that keeps me warm at night What a beautiful sight I see when I look at thee tonight tonight tonight I can't fight what I feel Take my hand and we'll go far away Wherever the night takes me, I'll stay As long as you still love me till the end day and night tonight tonight tonight
My grandmom was a good woman in her time she was born in the depression error the daugter of sharecroppers in the deep south of Ms of clinton in the country she didn't finish school she clean schools for living it was a job the biggest job was taken care of other people kids I'm one of them cause the way she did it was a blessing by being handicapped I was her joy of life by getting me up to go to school church to my doctors visit every month she clean other peoples houses she gave good avice to people who need it she was there for every body the things that she talked me is how to make it in the world on your own when other people is not there for you I'm teaching my son the things she was telling me then and now
he loves to get hi living a life of his own morals they blame him for what they cannot understand they hate him for what they cannot bear painfull,is what his younger days have been he still reminisces of the cause that made him what they despise his mother told him to go out and get paid the moment she pushed him out of her womb they name him looser because he makes his money deviating from the system's rules but to me he's a hero for he fights for the cause he belives in he surely will die for that cause
The world today has so much hatred No virtues, nothing is held sacred Everyone lives next to strangers, they never get to know In apartments condos above or below All of us bleed red, you are all my sisters and brothers Dear God help us not see in color When we see cultures, a lot of times We tend to think only the bad in our minds We can learn a lot from our children to accept people for who they are Our racial tensions should be put away in a shatterproof jar Predjudices should be buried in the ground, just like our ancestors next to one another We have got to stop seeing each other in color Never mind the stranger on the bus sitting next to you If that person suddenly collapsed, what would you do If you take the time to say hello, get to know him or her Life should not be lived in a cold uncaring blur Love for our fellow humans should not be kept under cover Let's all strip away the color
I'm away from this world I cannot follow your sheep The mourning inside These elements we prefer to keep I'm away from your tears Whispers sound away from my ears Your smiles linger below my fears The moments inside They seem to blossom and hide Hero's do not smile I'm no longer your wandering child Your Guardian, I cannot be Is there anyone who may cherish me? Your piano may play What useless lines this melody may say I wish that I had flesh I wish that when I fell I bellowed out with purity from the chest I'm away from this world I'm away from your tears Hero's no longer smile I cannot follow your sheep I'm no longer your wandering child
Prayers are answered by choice or creed... if faith is stronger than belief; put that glimpse of imagination to work, and simply believe in yourself: it will come to pass while you're awake, because determination leads everyone to believe! Ask for an abundant harvest, and be specific in your request; and if it is earnest and motivated... your wish will be granted! Look out to the lulling grain and corn fields, someone has planted their seeds... soon to be sawed in an abundant harvest; no one but God has the power to bless! This truth was egoistically hidden from me, hypocrites and deceivers told me otherswise: to try my luck in gambling and giving money away; what grief and disappointment I accrued from their lies! Ask for an abundant harvest, knowing that everything given won't ever be forsaken; but don't let folly make you one of the least! Curse is equal to deserved pain, because it has the same result, and guilt is even greater than sin; consider all before you answer your call! Ask for an abundant harvest, with hands and eyes lifted up; He will hear you...though you speak in a whisper: distance won't stop God from opening His door!
I cannot turn back The things I said I cannot turn back Time For, the people I need Are now dead What would they think? Of things I say and do I need them Before I sink Now... When I need them most I cannot speak For I need them For their strength For, I am weak I cannot turn back Things I said I cannot turn back time For the people I need Are now dead I wish everyday For a chance To say To listen One more time To my father I cannot speak to... The people I need For, they are dead One day I will meet them on an Autumns' day and hear what they say I live in two worlds One, where I speak The other... Where, I am weak Which one I am in now? I cannot tell!
The deer is a warm and fresh road kill Will go good with the moonshine from your still That red neck life style you will always have Red Necks don't have to have a reason to be mad You feel that on taxes you always get screwed Hunting animals doesn't take a mood Not accepting others for who they are Gas guzzling huntin' trucks, there are no cars Your baby never given a passy Just a hunk of tobbacky You spit your tobbacky juice in a mason jar Fertilize the grass, so you empty it in the yard A bathroom is where you make it In the bed of your truck, you and your old lady got caught naked You brag to the Reds at work about your latest run in with the cops A few beers later, it's time to raid the Goodwill box As a bona fide Red Neck it is your life's mission To pass these quality traits to your son, it's a tradition Red Necks in the south are a dime a dozen Most marry their next of kin, usually their cousins Support your local Red Neck, the bumper sticker reads It fine print it's local chapter 233 In the parking lot outside your favorite bar Friday night puking, too much PBR Saturday morning fatback and beans Coats the stomach, now you can drink I cannot criticize Red Necks for living this way What is normal in society these days
It may sound foolish or even insane to have a wish for richness or fame, and it's perfectly normal and human to long for things we don't have; but it's morally wrong to use them against others...for one's greed and gain! That conviction comes from inside, uncovering the unclearness of doubt... without being afraid of answers so dark; faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind.. be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk, and many will try a thousand times until they find it! A small seed will grow into a rich harvest... sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset, and all these things you desire are obtained through prayer; don't heed the cynic's advice: push forward with endless stride! A wish for richness has different motives, discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones; curiousity and effort make people successful, 'till their empty basket is completely full! Never did I see believers struggle for food; it was given because they bow down to a true God! Real food comes from the fertile earth, those who eat it will not know early death; millions of people die from man-made diseases: cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex; if these are to continue, there'll be no one left! Be considerate of others...don't do anything you don't want to be done to yourself; have the kindest heart overflowing with giving: never stop at anything, if someone laughs; your determination is the result of dedication: let all watch and envy you for your perception!
your life's in a rut you're stuck in second gear quickly losing all you've ever held dear all your ambitions all your life's missions no longer exist in your mind the things you've done were all in vain nothing you've found eases the pain you want to end it all this very night you tried to climb to the top only failing to see that maybe making it was never your destiny you've no more strength to carry on your life's struggles have lasted too long the ballad of your life is the saddest song you dive from up high flying like a fallen angel at last letting go of your grievous past the people finally see you from down below finally see you drowning in sorrow your time has now come and passed as your body rains from the skies everybody finally hears your desperate cries but it's too late to help you now you're falling down falling toward your very end leaving behind no family or friend you hit the ground now the world gathers round staring in wondrous horror you lie there in death having breathed your last breath suffering your life no more
Full of lust he plotted to win and wear her; at leisure his desires permeated his clan. A life of David
Anytime loneliness brings its tidings of sadness... look deeper inside... to find a brighter side! Don't set aside that untried aspiration, let it come alive with boldness and action; where others fail, you can easily succeed.. make the effort and fear not to dream! Discouragement can delay your flight to freedom by a mere doubt; your spirit can still soar: show the boldness of an eagle and search for a sky bluer than the rolling ocean! I embarked on a long jeourney and was deprived of much sleep, my lost ship never found a shore; little did I know about a lingering hope, and like Columbus who was rediculed a lot... and even called crazy by some, I was awesomestruck by a twist of luck! Look deeper inside and be so glad you've at least tried... to discern anything that made you worthless; enunciate your right to live to yourself, and seek out completion by not wrestling with perfection!
Lay down with nobody, honor me with your trust; don't let the delusion of lust... make you unfree and incomplete! There are too many false loves, only mine is pure and real; once you poor heart shatters into pain: there's hardly any remedy! A sweet song, played tenderly, will fall on these trembling lips as spring suddenly opens wide its sunny skies: to let us slip and fall, cry and shout with joy...sometime! Let's avoid being faithless, let's grab our moments...gliding with happiness; God will be glad and smile! Lay down with nobody, put this thought aside; never be told of having lied... of having hidden your stunning secret! Lay down with nobody, lest I come short of your expectations; then, I'll have to live with it, and bear all the consequences! Lay dow with nobody, don't destroy what's so great and perfect; lay down with nobody... emotions don't feel right when they're fake!
LIfe Goes On isn't long nor short but just right Life can be called on anytime God has been good to us He gave us life to live Things to be thankful for So this is just the beginning So just enjoy life while you can Because you can die today, tomorrow, or anytime because when you die Theres no more turning back because life is full of ups and downs that comes and goes Life Goes On I pray that all people on earth goes to Heaven Thanks to God he wakes us every morning and we should thank him for that While we are awake today Others are dying One day one of them could be you or me So that's why never live a lie Always ask for forgiveness Because its never too late for anything Before there is too late Life Goes On And doesn't it goes by fast
No riches to be accumulated by me, and no cathedrals to be built and penetrate the vagrant clouds giving the resemblance of a reachable Heaven so fuzzy, because this mind is guided by faith... and is not controlled by a limited furtherance! I made big with God, not following the madness which seeps into our imprudent soul, and makes us see a false greatness... forgetting that Man and God cannot be equal! I've found no joy more thrilling and genuine than that of our merciful and powerful God: asking us to choose right and good, and live without being inflicted by a single pain; He opens our mind, fraught with danger, to awareness... not to be obscured by a fiendish influence! I made big with God, not being fanciful, frivolous and inconsiderate of others; offensive, hard-hearted and formidable ... never incurring perils or losses! No violent storm swept me aside, no intruder attempted to cut short my invaluable life; I was always shielded by a massive rock, unable to pierce my body and cause me harm! I made big with God, unaware that He was always present in my thoughts deeds and words...controlling every single emotion, every small step down the path of redemption!
Jesus offered up prayers and petitions And He was heard for His reverent submission But His quiet times were not so quiet in His years He made His requests known with loud cries and tears Unto God who would save Him from premature death And for those who needed grace and life Jesus wept Unto God who gave Him power and love to cast out fears Jesus supplicated with strong crying and tears [Chorus] Stir up your spirit like an eagle, get unsettled Get alone with God all night like the time when Jacob wrestled He groaned until the morning, He held on and overcame All his struggles, he was blessed and given a better name Men ought to pray always and never faint Being alert and praying for all the saints On every occasion giving God no rest With all kinds of prayers and requests [Chorus] Raise your voices like Apostles until the place is shaken Pray til something happens for the cause undertaken Like Elijah prayed seven times for the dry land The abundant rain poured from a cloud like a hand Jesus offered up prayers and petitions And He was heard for His reverent submission But His quiet times were not so quiet in His years He made His requests known with loud cries and tears Unto God who would save Him from premature death And for those who needed grace and life Jesus wept Unto God who gave Him power and love to cast out fears Jesus supplicated with strong crying and tears [Chorus]
Blonde is her hair It will just make one stare Green are her eyes Just by the sight will make one high Yet her personality is her profile Her beauty is stunning And advance is her cunning She is as sweet As a bees honey Smart is the girl Who may have the whole world And athletic is the girl Who could leave ones eyes in a swirl
So long mistakes heart breaks these lonely times will take your place We walk separated sands but through these times i understand One Look one kiss only in dreams would love feel like this. Your far away but my love grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you I've loved you for so long. I need you because space and time wont last to long i close my eyes and i'm With you never let you go... Your far away but my love grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you I've Loved you for so long. Can we carry on will you be okay on your own sometimes i cant wait to Hear you breath on the telephone just to make sure tell me again what's Our favorite song. ( Memories) of you and me a piece of me fade away.. When i think of you i cry on command and all this sadness makes me a better man. Your far away but my love grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you I've loved you for so long. I've missed you bright my way cure my lonely day {Oceans between us} God please believe me i'm dyeing with out her love don't deceive me Because i cant live with out her. My heart is so numb your warm embrace Will put a smile on my down and out face. Your far away but my love for you grows anyway i wonder right now if you feel The same way oceans between us but on this day here i say i love you I've loved you for so long. I can be this strong girl it wont be to long.... Cole Hodson (c)
To be thoughtful of your soul Is only paralleled by your goal You were brought here to be living Enhancement of our world We can give you the time, we try to get the cure You can't make it on your own You have to have your band with you That the part that makes it whole Everyone tries to get ahead Sometimes at all cost There are some around that think that These things can make us lost It's because of the good people in the world That we can coexist It's because of the good thought of others That we can write like this The pure heart is the reason for today The good one is how we get by on life Don't believe the hype that always puts you first It not always because of you that you meet your worth You are a part of the pure heart You are the reason for the stars Thank goodness for your constant Soul It's people like you that make our life It's worth living because you're alive Your benevolent spirit keeps up in this World
She rides by day, Carefully side saddled With cascading hair Cleverly poised To cover her being. She is a rebel, Willing to take Into her own hands That which others Would only dream Of ever doing, Yet, feared too much. She is a lady, indeed, And can challenge all, But she remains demure And so respected. She is a force Within her soft skin. Her name shall live Through eternity.
Among other things... don't forget to call me... when you arrive in Rome, Italy; hold my picture very closely! Beautiful Italian boys will steal your innocence on the spot; they know the secret to attraction: sweet words and tender looks, and they woudn't care whom they hurt... it's all in their inborn passion! Among other things... hang my lucky charm around your neck, don't leave it somewhere else when you wake; it's more than a promise when someone is faithful, and resist all the temptations with a call: love's reached without wings! Be only touched with trueness, ignore that instant sensation, because they all promise gratification by recognizing the signs of loneliness; keep fighting it off with your fist, and tell yourself, " It won't last! " Among other things... hold true to your feeling as fond as care, don't lose something,so precious and rare, for an intimate hour that'll go to waste; it's better to taste nothing than a false sweetness!
Once again I am standing All by myself For my friends have deceived And stole in the night with stealth Yet no matter How much trust is given There was no possible motivation No reason to why they were driven To the betrayal a friend Never were they wrong It seems like a story Written down in a song This is a lesson for the future No doubt about it I need time to myself To contemplate a little bit Trust must be earned Not just given away It is written in stone And is there to stay Or at least that's What some people say
The sword, buried deep in its' scabbard, tempered by fire, strength it holds, I desire Metal fashioned by human hands, skill from distant lands. Beauty of proportion and line, weapon so fine For the sword in its' scabbard, is like the truth hidden, brought out in anger, to do its' bidding Flash of steel I turn and wheel arcing round, truth be found For to be sheathed, nobody can hurt, no anger unleashed, no falldown, in dirt But truth must come out willingly, now and then, rasp of steel,but when? The sword always finds home, piecing deep, this sharp steel i hone makes truth weep blood and bone The truth used as a weapon of war, pulled out of its' hiding place. These are the things I saw. It takes no prisoners,only deaths' face, running down the blade This truth of metal, is in fine fettle, for the sword out of its' hiding place, with death you must face swish of air, into battle you must wade, heart beginning to tear, carry the truth blade Flash of steel,I turn and wheel, arcing round, truth be found For the truth can be used in rage, to wound and maim. No wisdom of sage, to guide whence it came Flame bright steel,you must deal with the things you feel, for arcing round truth can be found
Sunflowers and lilies fluttering in the sweet scented breeze... seagulls descending from the clearest sky penetrating, even further than thought, into the tuneless waves of the peaceful sea; my coming to this shore is to sense credibility, to get a glimpse of creation before age shows me the final path, to witness that all I created won't fade into oblivion... The Country that gave me pride and honor was more generous than a mother, alluring me with her charm, proclaming me her chosen son; I have wailed her obsence and at the time of departing, neither the promise of riches nor the vision of prominence could dissuade me of this sacrifice: that no other ambition could take me further... Sorrounded by beauty and infinity, my first dream gave me the wings of expression... to go where I dared not go without certainty; amid storms I would not be lost, on ascending tides I would not be tossed ashore, because my courage prepared me for the worst: while wisdom and knowledge nortured my ego, my dilemma conflicted with predestination... The Country that gave me pride and honor, long stands for excellence and grandeur... past glories at every corner, ruins that still resound of voices, of ordinary people in the busy markets; hails bestowed upon the new conqueror passing underneath the arch of triumph, another Caesar declared through the streets of Rome!
My tears are falling as you get on the bus I am lost for words what happened between the two of us We both lived a fairy tale about two fools in love Anger spilled, accusations fly when push comes to shove I got home took time to relax and pull myself together I started to clean up and found the box of letters These letters were us when we first met When things get rough, the bad you see, the good you forget There is no turning back time But moving on without you seems like a crime You said you would call when you get there With me I thought you were already somewhere You will forever be that sparkle in my eyes We both cheated ourselves from love, life's greatest prize The storm in my heart will pass and I soon will have fair weather But it will return each time I go through the box of letters
The calming of the sea The very palms In which every man wishes to be No boundaries, free Where men fought for hollow trees With branches, limbs Bare arms, no sleeves Buried With the fragrance of fallen leaves Upon these times we wish We dream of molecules Endless mercury to kiss Lain for now and tomorrow My life, The melody, You have all come to miss Welcome to the calming of the sea The very palms Inwhich every man wishes to be
Did I ever tell you? Of a time Of a land Where we fought Where we lived For ideals When a cause was right How we never lost Yet, we faded in to the night Did I ever tell you? Of African stars So bright As we camped in the bush Waiting for first light Did I ever tell you? Your first contact The one you remember so vividly When Mike died The casevac... How they tried They couldn't keep him The tears How we all cried... Did I ever tell you? Of the bond of men Sharing our last water Waiting for resupply Remember when....... Did i ever tell you? That Rhodesians Are scattered to the four winds Yet, Themselves They remember The Mikes The contacts Of African stars Of African sky Of dense bush The 11th of November U.D.I Did I ever tell you? You cannot destroy What lies in the heart Many have tried Rhodesians survive Everywhere We can look back At a time Of a land Where we fought and lived With pride
Without a plausible answer, you let the good dreams live in the achiever... dreams,not thoughts of an unduly child: changing domitable ways to wild, shouting harmful and volatile words! Brother,you're going down the wrong road, and that is not going to lift some of the weight off; the barriers won't quickly come down... they'll cause only division and more grief: to lay dangers in places so unseen... that's when everything falls apart, unable to replace it with something with worth! Without aspiration or natural passion, you stop half-way through and stare at others with envy,anger and defiance; you feed on your contention and instead of wishing well to those who have made it through hard strides, you deride,mortify and dehumanize anyone who has earned what you have not! Brother,you're going down the wrong road to make your existence so worthless... like a stone that keeps rolling down a stream without knowing where it will lead; brother,it's not hurting others that matters; it's depriving yourself of all that's good... to make your journey safe and painless!
Guess you can say I'll be there today Yes I'll be there today I've been Chasing The same blue moon So much Time decayed this day I'd rush you But tomorrows Going to come too soon The touch of my quill Has found it's dry For you and I Seem to have fallen Over into life I guess you can say I'll be there today It's been merely 21 years And I can't seem To get over the wrong I guess this song Is bringing me home It's been quite tough today She brushed here eyes against mine She said Smiles They still bitter my touch Startled I Lost my thoughts in a way Guess you can say I'll be here today I see you seem happily today I guess you couldn't find yourself I see you hid your voice softly today I assume you seek only those who left Your side this day
You're going around town telling all who care to listen that I've got an axe to grind, I'm picking on your brain. But you know damn well it is nothing like that at all, you have been nasty and you are acting like a fool. Remember when you were spreading innuendoes? so I put you in your place, punched you on the nose. How did it feel when you were at the receiving end, it hurt so badly, didn't it, you back-stabbing fiend? You're up to no good, you don't amount to anything and you do not realize all the harm that you bring. You act so surprised why people stay away from you, how can you be so naïve that you can't see the clue. Now you complain that I'm warlike, rough and mean, yet you go on with your wicked ways just the same. If you know what's good for you learn how to behave, lay off me and just hibernate in your lonely cave. You sow what you reap and you reap what you sow, at the end of the day it will always come back to you. For the karmic wheel keeps on spinning, you know, you may be up now but you could be down tomorrow. So listen, buddy, here's a piece of friendly advice: try some kindness if you expect people to be nice. Show some respect and you will get plenty in return, never play with fire if you do not want to get burned.
Clouds puffed all over the sky Stars glimmer with a beautiful glow But, something is up there and unknown Wait a second....It's....... a fish swimming next to the birds flying high But...How could that happen?! Friends here and there as they always pass by Where tales are being told everyday Rumors spread now and then Yet gossips may shock some from within But again...How could that happen?! Today, the unexpected took place Eyes bulged out due to more than shock In fact, it was the unbelievable clock Ticking beside the ear's soft surface But again and again...How could that happen?! Unconsciously, a friend crystallizes who she is The way she acts, her character and personality with a tock Suddenly, shock might be displayed as a huge bee flock Losing the strong friendship that once marked as a scar.... This friend is a friend of mine in which I though she was indeed a true friend A mate always there to talk to Ready to have some fun too Yet, she popped out of her shell, showing me what she truly beholds I can't mention and accept what she has done Yet, she was a lesson She was a fable that was told To kids with kites prepared to fold So sad you might say How friendship can fall apart How it can be destroyed with words simply said But, a person's mask has to be revealed to make sure it is..... ....safe to trust someone and become true friends..... I am not upset, I am not sad, I am not mad, But.... The unexpected took place.........
As wrinkles become more furrowed, and hair turns to a more visible shade of perfect silver to symbolize a decaying age, we certainly ponder over death, not too sure of what awaits us; and an almost forgotten thought reminds us of our lost youth: that we are only young once... And although we stumble to reach a mile to our destination, yesterday it only took a short time; not to mention how we fumble for the key to unlock our door and enter into a peaceful place of wonder: where memories still abound inside, and carry us through without desperation... Are we so feeble to entrust hope to a broken will, and not understand the grand plan? We can't stop half way throughout a battle; we are still the warriors who can't be defeated, and if we fall, we'll get up again: to push back the enemies 'till they have retreated... To be of old age may be unacceptable to those who look upon us with disgust, because their minds are stripped of all pity; to be young, indulgent and full of energy: is something they relish in their thought, untill they, too, must confront the inevitable.... We are only young once to assume the role of invincibility in a brief kingdom; and if carelessness is pushed aside, to let our spirit and conscience run wild: we'll reap a bundle of losses and regrets, to hunt us for the rest of our unpleasant days...
I've looked for someone real... who's pretty and has sex appeal; beside loyalty and caring, there is also much cheating! Lots of people still live in a world of steady fantasy... they' will never leave... others take, they don't give; they hurt constantly, and they don't forgive anybody! I've looked for someone real... who loves and gives to the full; life's born of hope, too; it's so wonderful good friends to run to... I've looked for someone real! I've looked for someone real... who knows how to satisfy my wildest desire without a goodbye; I can't let despair take away the plans I've made and still make for someone real... my tomorrow would be so sad and worthless! I've looked for someone real... who's pretty and has sex appeal; besides loyalty and caring, there is also much cheating!
Every where you turn, the child inside, wants to learn, in this maze of fern The green has once been... ..you Only to look above, see the love Above the green Step around, seek the sound This joyous sound is what you seek What can be found, not for the meek Hear the nightingale deep in the dark, rather than the wail Leave the fern and dont return Seek people of your kind Together you will flock, side by side, you won't mind For you are the rock The path straight and true This maze of fern, how it does twist and turn, but how you learn and you know it too Good draws you in and so it should The battle of fern and childhood, all this to learn, in this maze of fern Lift your eyes, stop your cries You are this teen stuck in the green Maze of fern of which you must not return Now you are all grown The ferns you have sown Are they straight and true? Or do they twist and turn? This maze of fern which you must not return The people of a kind are what you must find This you must discern, in the maze of the fern Start to flock, for you, are the rock Deep in maze of fern , to your starting place It's easy to return look above, see your true face, see the love Lift your eyes from this maze Look to the skies, look for new ways Seek only the wise, who flock, for you can be the rock Far from this maze of fern of which your childhood wants to learn and dont return
Night time skies Night times I really tried For a lifetime Love sincerely tired When anytime is no more As long as silence creeps beneath my door All things perish And all that remains is gone Against time you decipher life Still you remain all alone Seems we co-exit as one in this book of a thousand wishes Mainly I was angry For I come home And there were no clean dishes Therefore I granted you My love, my scars, my blisters I pleasured myself As I bruised you for not saying mister As in bedtime I would lay you a rest in a whisper I held your lust at hand For I am you husband A fallen aspect of your most conceited wishes Hugs and kisses Eighteen years Marching children enlisted The turn in the tide We stood and we nearly missed it A lasting call Summoned us all to our doom Should I stand, should I fall? Should I pray as a ghost? And over my nightmares hope that smiles loom? A visualization of things to come Perhaps my readers Will now know where I'm coming from And may we no longer need a book of timeless wishes
Can anybody really love? Give themselves over completely Have someone who really know them, Who can hold them all night? You see that sign there in the window, Saying, 'I heart you don't let me go.' Can someone really feel that much emotion, About someone who's just another person? 'Cause I know people come and they go, Their nothing special. They're just on the same road. They take their time or quickly pass by. But the sharper the look, the harder you ask yourself why. So, can anybody really feel love? Can anybody really dig that deep? 'Cause you'll turn around in circles, All looking for the same things. And I've heard of loving God, Loving family, and loving your friends. But I just don't think a person could ever get deep enough, To feel what their dreaming of. Love just doesn't seem easy enough, Seems like it should always shine through. Or is that just an optimists' point of view, 'Cause it don't seem likely that it will happen for you. Then why is love even a factor, When no one seems to hold on to the truth. How can love even exist in this world, After all I've been through. Caring is a beginning, Helping out, it becomes a fact. But nothing ever last for love to hold to, 'Cause truth is all love has. And you can love your children, You can love your best friend. But to just love some person, It's not a realistic end. So, love can't last, and if there's truth in that. I don't want to live in this world. 'Cause all these people who were trying. Now are crying, and I can't live with that.
America the beautiful his lady to thee, were eagles fly HI apon and by the sea's his beauty never dies, Land and Air by clouds up high the spirts of the creators fly bye and bye, to carry the gun, not against the good women and son but for the baby in liberty's arms were they laid, to protect the air, land, and oceans, Bast and all the awesome creators cried, bye and bye and of course in time they will go bye to carry them home one day, On the Moutain top were Gaints of men small and large men that are all ,of us, a ,gaint in the skys Golden godness, that dance on the clouds to carry them home in the heavens sky, There the thrones of Gods line up for all of the brave, for thanks, given we may have a party to the divnes on the 4 th of July may be creators brithday in the universary sky, Blast all we sing our song for ever more Happy Brithday to all. Giving by angels also and anyone who has a party.
God is the One who makes something good out of nothing Speaking light in the darkness covering the face of the deep And the Spirit of the Lord is hovering over your waters To give you form, fill your void and breathe you out of sleep (chorus) In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth And He saw all He made was very good for His intentions But soon after the first living souls experienced birth They chose death and now seek out wicked inventions So Adam and Eve again lie lifeless on the ground in sin But God raises up the dead because they must be born again [bridge] For we are nothing without Jesus Christ and without Him nothing we can do But with the Greater One living within, Satan can't make 'nothing' out of you (chorus) In the beginning Satan wanted the heaven and the earth He saw every good thing within it and distracted our attention Until the Seed of the Woman crushed the devil's evil mirth Through His death, burial, resurrection and ascension Now the flaming sword is turning to direct us together To reach out and take the Tree of Life, eat and live forever [bridge] (chorus) [rap] Once our world was full of darkness Then bright and shining through came the Light To those who receive and believe in Him To be God's children He gave the right And now He sees you as very good Every man, woman, boy and girl Because greater is He that is in you Than he that is in this world {bridge and chorus simultaneously} (chorus)
I once again wake up in the early am I wonder where all this began You are the reason why I toss and turn It's being near you for your love is what I yearn But here I am alone in the twilight You are the reason for my sleepless nights If I had the courage to tell you Maybe I would sleep past two But til then I will hide how I feel Too afraid of rejection if I reveal How my heart jumps when we speak and I can look your eyes Once again at night alone and alone I cry The urge to tell is so strong, even though my tunnel has no light I thank you for the sleepless nights Soon you find out from a friend of a friend So now I can no longer pretend We talk about how we feel, we agree it must be fate Now everyday just to see you, I can't wait We are now engaged and you are a bride to be I thank you for all in the world you have given me I still struggle, but now it's with happiness and delight Thank you my love for the sleepless nights
I couldn't be much happier than the day you left me I can go back to being miserable and lonely It is much more enjoyable doing this by myself No more stomach ulcers, you leaving me has improved my health Since you've been gone, I've changed my point of view It's all about me, it will never again be about you With you I felt I was always on trial for some kind of crime You had me sporting a ball and chain doing time You were the Warden and I was on cell block 7 I was trapped in your hell, never seeing the light of heaven Then a hurricane west wind swept in It was a west wind named Jim That day you told me to pack sand I walked out to the car waiting for you and shook Jim's hand I thank you Jim for freeing me at last She will turn your world upside down and shatter all glass I advise you to drop her off, don't let her slither in your life She is worse than the Devil himself, don't make her your wife Then one day, much later in the years A knock on the door, it was Jim, you can tell he had too many beers He ask to come in and says he can't stay long He said he came home from work one day and made her gone He looks at me with a smile from ear to ear No more ulcers, migraines and no more tears She left my life in shambles, but I am rid of her From this day forward, I can start all over I've already notified her next of kin She got what she deserved in the end She's in a million pieces, we got our wish Scattered all over the Atlantic, feeding the fish I tell him she as evil as they come, you will be visited by her ghost I go to the kitchen and pull out a couple 24's and say let's have a toast Let's drink to the woman who had no soul No other man will ever have to experience Jenny Coal
This is the place where they come to escape the stress in their lives A lot is from their husbands and wives This place gives them a lift The regulars start swooping in at 10 am from a long night shift At one time or another, everyone hurts and bears some kind of painful scars You can find all kinds of emotional burden here at the Broken Hearts Bar The doctors, the suits, the welders, we get them all Others escape by attempting to crank out a tune on the piano facing the west wall After a few drinks, everybody starts feeling well The alcohol numbs and strips away our protective shell Everyone enjoys talent night, it makes them feel good Distorted by the liquid courage, they believe this is their ticket to Hollywood A taxi driver of 23 years, complains about his back He has his pain killers with a double shot of Jack There is always a place for my down and out guests I lend an ear and allow them to get it off their chest The winners and losers come here because they are accepted for who they are Everyone is welcomed to the city's center of depression, the Broken Hearts Bar George tells me tonight he will be visiting for the last time He says this every night right around nine George takes a moment to reflect on the troubles of his past He tells me it's true, nice guys finish last So long, my time is near I will become a nobody and disappear He tells all his friends to keep reaching for the stars I smile and tell him, there is always a stool for you at the Broken Hearts Bar Yeah, I know here the door swing in and out I thought maybe at the bottom of one my drinks I would discover what life is all about The emotion in the air is thick like tar Please come again to the Broken Hearts bar
Roll out the barrel and we'll have a barrel of fun I would it enjoy it more, if it were 2 barrels from a gun Shooting a drug dealer, child stealer or a wife beater This would bring a peak to my entertainment meter I want to wipe the surface clean from all that is bad The injustices of good people done wrong is what makes me mad So I say why ask why Let's hand them a sentence of a short piece of rope, a tall tree and let them hang high and dry Let's put those on death row in a pool for a swim Hook the battery cables to 10,000 volts and throw them in Don't look at me, I'm not disturbed I just want justice to be served I believe in an eye for an eye If you take a life, then you should die A drug dealer wears a cross of gold A bullet in the head and feed him to the gators before the body is cold All these scum bags should be 6 feet in the dirt It is all about the V word
Touch the surface, and slide through, this new world needs exploring too New people to meet, new things to see What will I find? things of a similar kind? For these people have been here before, done things good and bad. Made some people sad, some happy, for these people have been here before Repeated lives relearning, past loves,past actions yearning White light hurts my eyes, white,bright water reflection. Shed my skin and past ties. Is this my resurrection? For this world is not the same, as our own. Money,sex and fame Touch the surface and slide through, join me in this adventure too You can enter this world, at any time. Through action and inaction, through accident or design The people that you meet have no substance to their being. You can see right through them, you, the all seeing I would travel to this place, book my ticket on the plane but not in my lifetime, just in case, my life is not on the wane For to touch the surface and slide through, the people you meet one touch will confirm that they have no substance You look as white as a ghost here. Dont worry there is nothing to fear, for now we are all the same . Money sex and fame, don't apply here For you now ,have no substance in this world or the last world, in this instance
Nobody has to know whatever happened between us that made us glow; let this remain something of a secret, this man knows where it lies... hidden from others, not from us! And you woman, keep it inside as long as you live...it's as deep as pride! Erase my number from your cell phone, not let him see it... don't make him suspect that I even exist in reality: make it look like a shadow passing... leaving no traces along; when I take what's not mine...I feel so guilty, but it won't stop me from taking! Let this remain something of a secret, let's it confide it to a moon that's so scarlet; a silent moon who hears the lovers' whispers... and turns them into real, sweet whishes! Let's die for a moment's bliss, deny our reality and hysterically laugh; this is not cheating on somebody who didn't finish what he started off... we're free and need not to worry, and if there's a price to pay: we will! We're not kids who are kept from indulgence, we are responsible for our own tendencies... challenging those who oppose us with rage, changing what others can barely change... to let this remain something of a secret!
Who shall ascend into the Hill of the Lord? Who shall dwell with Him there face to face? Who shall abide in Your sanctuary Lord? Who shall stand up in Your holy place? (Chorus) He whose walk is blameless And he does what is right He speaks the truth from his heart But with his tongue will not backbite He does his neighbor no wrong Against him he speaks no slur Honoring the God-fearing He keeps a promise to his own hurt {channel} He shall receive the blessing of the Lord And righteousness from the God of his salvation And of those who seek the Lord, who seek his face Despising what's vile, this is that generation (Chorus) He who has clean hands and pure heart And to idols of vanity and conceit He has not lifted up his soul He has not sworn falsely with deceit He does not lend his money with interest And by him a bribe is never taken For He who does these things He shall never be shaken {channel 2} He who walks righteously and speaks what's right The gain of extortion and bribery he hates He stops his ears against plots of murder And seeing evil his eyes will not contemplate For he shall dwell on high The mountain fortress will be his defence His bread shall be supplied And water will never fail him But even more than this, if this person is who you are You shall see the king in all his beauty And behold the land, the city that is afar {channel} (Chorus)
showbiz people threwout the years. boats have wooden threaters old red seats and red heavy curtains. amutures started out this way. they made very little money but they learned a lot. today its straight to the big top and than the flops start,or by the book that is written. these ships that passed in the night were all along the western frontier. today we see very little left of these breed. why we wonder?is it cost, is it just to little hype of these type people to teach us new breed up and comming,to de- meaning,?they still have these show boats in europe. with all thier splender, you just want to take a partof these boats home with you.
Undefeated before the cheering crowds, colors of green,white and red... a flag that signifies glorious moments when the fear of losing conflicted with the joy of winning; it took a tremendous courage and an iron will to put up that fierce fight... frightened eyes invoking a living God who looked into the praying heart, to grant the wish to that silent voice! Undefeated by the opponent who committed an act of villainy... to justify his belligerence, but there's nothing like a long-waited victory... to hail a triumph with gallantry and revel at something that almost vanished! The merry-making voices of flag-waving fans... celebrating in crowded piazzas all over a jubilant Italy and other countries around the globe, resuscitated a sentiment so deep and mellow that was lost for twenty-four years... to spark, in their blood ,a flame of joy! Undefeated by predictions of malevolent -wishers who clung to pessimism to repress altruism; joyful eyes drenched in tears, there they proudly stand: the exultant champions... recognized by a stunnned world!!
Peaceful and bright night full of wanderous stars catch us kissing... feeling so lost in the whispering pine trees; and there's no shame in giving ourselves to heartfelt joys to stimulate sensations in our warm souls! That song our lips sing comes from the endless love we feel; faithful woman...steal this childish heart, longing for dreams never dared to be sought! That song our lips sing was born yesterday,right here... when loneliness suddenly turned into happiness; when we vowed never to fear the unhappy and envious faces of others! Peaceful and bright night full of wanderous stars... fulfill our needs and desires, because only night was made for love, for people who never have enough to give: like that song our lips sing!
Broken with eyes missing, Just as two souls were kissing: Missing spirits in search of merit. As the wind rose up into the sky, Circles of ice and hail formed. Upon the whisper's scream, In the horizon's echo: A return to the primal. Instinct desires them, As the sunset's fire burns through their skin. A token love casts a spell, Of black magic onto the throne, Blood-stained and lined with nails, She sets her eyes upon his image, Scarred into woven silk cloth. Centuries old now; As if for the first time, At the feel of sunlight, She lifted up her veil. The moon rose up into the descending darkness. Her eyes looked up to the starkness, Of yesterday's possibility. As his eyes told her goodbye, She flashed her sharp fangs at him: Her dark brown eyes shocked his whim. Natural, and to effect, her platinum hair: She was a tigress; Who moved like a ballerina. Grace and extravagance defined her; The way lines cut by a blade bleed. The sunset gave meaning to the moment; To the plans he wasn't scheming; Over the end he was just dreaming of, She would wear that black fedora, Then attend his would-be funeral. For a decade he would hang on, To the snow in his image. The mirror is the sky's vain. He took her up on an offer, She made in vain.
Blessed is the man Who does not walk in advice of the wicked Blessed is the man Who does not stand in the way of the sinners Blessed is the man Who does not sit in the seat of the scornful Blessed is the man And only he will stand (Chorus) For in the law of the Lord is his delight And in His law he meditates day and night Therefore, he shall be - planted like a tree By the rivers of water and his green leaf Shall not wither, but in season he yields his fruit And God shall prosper whatever he will do In His righteous way hearing all God has to say He will shine more and more unto the perfect day (because) (Chorus) But the wicked are not so, they're like the chaff Blown away by the wind and that's not the half The ungodly shall not stand in the judgment Nor will sinners congregate with the righteous For the way of the ungodly shall perish But God watches over everyone who'll cherish His righteous way and all that they hear Him say And they will shine more and more unto the perfect day (because) (Chorus) Psalm 1
I see the snow falling again, Again I must start up ""Old Betsy"" before bed, Bed brings cold feet and shivers until the body heat thaws it out, Out again to start another day, Day brings kid's hopes of no school, School radiators pop and moan to warm the building, Building up of snow is a potential income for the young scooping snow for the old, Old and tiring is Another Iowa Winter.
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?
Small heart, don't stop getting bigger... beat gladly under my care; small heart, you have never been without kindness... even when you felt sad and were set apart! Small heart, be still good and kind... even if some may not like: the equality you share in your glow, and the sincerity you show in each beat! Small heart, don't keep me from grieving; small heart, listen to the helpless children who are stripped of their innocence: to be able of changing the lustful hearts that need forgiving... while they are punished for their lewdness! Small heart,keep on giving, and if you suffer...don't say anything; forget your sorrow and worries for a short while: even you deserve to be happy, to stand still and idle away... to revive your numb senses and really feel alive!
New place of spoken true word Space open nural verb Where a dark amusing sencent is shown The air filled with the mans sentence his room square intention A man see out of pure love With midest scent of a women A wonder about slipping past the distant memory a look back on an old love flame walking torards the foolish emotion escaping the fact that none have found true
You bet he's real, He oft scratches at my door... Not like Christy's cheesey racoons... Guess she don't rate the grand tour... I told him to go stalk Christy... While she's listening to Shiveree's "Goodnight Moon".. (I'd recommend to everyone, on You Tube- phenomenal tune and video!!! Just ask Christy...) Some people may say no, There really is no "Santanic Claws"- To which I'd say "That's rubbish"! And give them reason to then pause... I wish it was a dream.... And I was z'in' logs... But trust me, there's a cause... Don't know what is it, But beware just the same... Maybe one night... He'll call out your name... Believe me, That would be a shame... And yes, Shar, I live in the forest Of Hansel and Gretel Cold Cuts, With witches flyin' about, Nowadays they use vacs... Seems brooms are now obsolete, And they found they were fended off from their witch attacks... And now their's a rumor go'in round, They got that young "Potter" clown... Knocked him clear off his darn broom, And he hit the ground.... True, many noises, I do hear, But let me just say, It's the people upstairs who scare me the most... Even till this late day... See I live in a trailer... And no "upstairs" there should be... I just wonder what it is up there.... That is surely stalking me.... And yes, Heide... The remote is still gone... Betcha those witches were involved.. They think me they can con... Speaking of can con... Thing I'll visit CanCun, I better head out real soon... Surely before the Next full moon.. Egads, I just thought... Halloween is upon us... And I wish I had bought... Some garlic clusters, Or whatever you use.. For protection from witches 'Cause I don't wanna fall prey... To those Sons of a B_tches..
Like the dreams in your daily horoscope that come alive within the pages of an astrology' book... written by someone who reads into the distant stars: the roar of a departing airplane, disappearing into clouds, is your crude awakening to reality... finding everything else, but me! I booked my flight in a hurry last night, everything we secretly shared lost its sense of delight; I shouldn't remember when the times when I came to you and brought you roses! Like all the words that sound too sweet, I let them go inside me so true and deep; another destination, another lonely city... where I'll settle down and face a clueless destiny! There I'll find more women easy to love, making no demands, pretenting to give; in their arms,with skin smelling of perfume, I'll dream of you...when those roses bloom! Nothing can keep me here, even pity can't move me; we started a passion full of flames, forgetting about our tender ways! Everything seemed everlasting... never thinking of a sad ending! The loud road of a departing airplane shouts off the sound of this voice; I ask for forgiveness with my tears, but you can't be found anywhere!
In an eye's twinkle Jesus is coming For a church without wrinkle Or any such thing So be holy and blameless Jesus is coming For a church without blemish Or any such thing (Chorus) If judgment will begin in the Lord's on house By the cleansing of the Word for a radiant spouse, Then what will be the end of those whose ways are broad Who do not obey the very Word of God? [channel] While people are saying, "Safety and peace," Destruction will come upon them suddenly But for you who are walking as children of Light That Day should not surprise as a thief in the night (Chorus) And if God's righteous people are scarcely saved, If God's holy people just barely escapes The Judgment to come with great terror and fear Then where shall the ungodly and sinner appear? [channel 2] When the heavens pass away with a shrill sound, The earth with everything will burn to the ground. Now since the elements will melt with fervent heat, What manner of godly people should we be? ~~~~~~ In an eye's twinkle Jesus is coming For a church without wrinkle Or any such thing So be holy and blameless Jesus is coming For a church without blemish Or any such thing (Chorus)
Hold me in the palm of your hand squeeze me oh so tight let me ooze between your fingers and melt into the night. Wrap me round your little finger wave me into the light break my heart in little pieces all thrown into the night. Never let me see the woman God meant me to view just keep all my passion ever in worship of only you. Wear my heart upon your sleeve always in my sight begging ever my forgiveness as you fade into the night.
Joseph,a levite from Cyrprus,fair Displayed his gifts with loving care; A son of encouragment,he was called This bold Barnbas of old. The first advocate for Tarsus,Saul With words he smoothed the path for Paul; Then to Antiocn,post haste was sent, To nuture young Christians he was lent; A teacher,prophet of the Lord With the apostles he spread the word, Enduring dangers he fulfilled his call, A man of principle...example to all.
Poverty and rage is all he sees in a furtive,doleful glance, and the brightly-colored lights cannot console the wretched soul of his malnourished,shivering body: bundled up in rags and visible to all the hurriendly and careless passerbys, who seem blind in their own pretense... He rejects the mournful sounds interfering with his needed sleep; and yet,he lifts his drooping head to peak around the wratful trees to assure himself that the wooden and metal shack is well-secured and safe; his numberless doubts delve deep... In the middle of a furious February, winter has failed to invite the generous sun to warm up his frosty home so run-down; an impoverished home in which he repulsed luck that could have turned his life around; his regret is an unremissible remedy: consumed by a wishful valor that ended in bitter squalor....
Three kids and a mother are reunited after years of separation, and who couldn't imagine the incredible joy they'll give one another: to feel the tenderness they had missed desperately; and who wouldn't agree that they deserve recognition? Three kids and a mother hugging,kissing and crying out of joy... a joy that was denied by society; how could anyone understand their sacrifice and long-suffering, if undying love had not been there? My thanks go to the merciful Lord who heard the supplication in my desperate voice; my sad eyes,once so teary, are joyful and thankful to Him who's truthful to His word... a might word that makes liars tremble; If evil and untruth were allowed to harm and cause destruction, where would justice stand today?
Once upon a time in a world... You cannot see, was a place for you and me Fields in which to run Enchanted trees to climb... In a land of beautiful sun This was a time... Long ago, far away how I ache... For those days... When a Heartstone, lay in my heart, and I learnt the Wise Ways The sound of lute filled the air Magic too Trees of soft colour, shaded the castle from view So many places to play Enchanted rooms Nooks and crannies Finding a hiding way The changing seasons Beautiful in their nature Queens and Kings The way of things Such joy and harmony, amongst the whispering trees A Stream of Sighs Watching Heartstone eagles fly This was a time... For a young boy, to lie back in a field of corn The King of Air sculpting clouds Watching eagles fly Faeries being born... This was a time... Once upon a time, in a world you once saw Behind a secret door... Is a place for you and me
Wisdom, the treasure beyond my steps Here, undo the pleasure behind being left Perhaps I should paint myself Sadly here lately, I ain't been myself Life is not hard It's just not simple Mark the laps of ages Forms of life written on tear stained pages Your coherent view has now been refuted My template of whispers, merely muted Life is not hard It's just not simple For all the things that beg upon me A blind song for the average man to see And if this attempt fails Then just maybe the thought will prevail Life is not hard It's just not simple
Sometimes the wind blows sometimes there's rain somtimes there are people who don't know your name Sometimes coincidence is all that you see when you walk down that path of curiosity Sometimes people wish for things they don't have sometimes there are people who just make you laugh Once in a while the bells do not ring at the church in the steeple on a quiet city street sometimes...sometimes...sometimes Ever wishing ever wanting sometimes looking for an answer of some kind Building sand castles on the shores of the sea As boats sail across the waters that be lost in a day dream... t's not what it seems sometimes Candles are burning in the still of the night lighting the way until they turn on the lights Sometimes you'll be walking until heaven knows when but you turn around and you walk back again Sometimes your shadow follows too close some people talk to you some people don't The bells started ringing in the steeple today I'll get up Sunday morning and I'll walk that way sometimes...sometimes...sometimes
I stood aside... Holding a door Not knowing what is was all for So many people passed through... In a blur of speed I couldn't count them too When the world moved on I was left holding the door I stood aside, as it flowed past, as it flowed fast The speed I saw The moon and stars, sucked through the open door Pulled in, swished through like a magicians' cape All I could do... Stand and gape I looked inside.... Peeped around the door I was astounded at what I saw! New worlds, evolving New galaxies, revolving I held an open door For, billions of stars People too Why? What was it all for? What would happen if I closed the door? I dare not! There seems purpose in this A stream of consciousness I must learn more When is door not a door? When you stand holding it, wondering what it is for In a world passing by... In a blur of speed Some, stop and learn They can but try, To stop a world , turn by turn The people holding the door, stop and think Watching worlds and people sink They understand that , what passes through... Is not always right Not always true Doors..... When it was my time to learn I stood aside I held one for a while When it was my turn... I let go... With a brave smile... I let it slide... Walked on through, to the other side!
If and when times of desperation become the daily,intolerant strife for so many who have given up their fight and their reality is threatened by alienation; then,by all means, come to their rescue by being a messanger of truth... Show your compassion and good intentions toward anyone; strangers laugh and just look away... as if they don't have an ounce of pity! Don't be like them who think of themselves, but put others first; be happy to be the last, show your compassion, because nobody should be turned away! If and when times of delight are in favor of those needing light, be glad for them and share their laughters, because they've waited for that moment when the skies would open up... to shower them with blessings! Show your compassion, instead of indifference and hostility; they need your strong hands to lift them out of the abyss they had fallen into; and it wll take an extraordinary faith to accomplish that in any given situation; begin with one simple step... to challenge anyone's credibility! Show your compassion, with the truest intention...
Love the true God, and let him fight your many battles for you when you're weary; love Him and seek His favor... He is the truest friend to run to in times of fear! Ever wonder why most people don't find a complete and genuine happiness, if all their energy is wasted on vain things? And if they ever find it in their lifetime... it will be unfelt and shallow; be like the simple friars who dedicate their lives to the Lord, and pray earnestly for all sinners! Love the true God with a will so bold... love the One who's forgiving and patient, but don't mock Him with your unkept promises; let Him teach you His kind ways... trust Him and be assured that He will spare you from the approaching storm! The confusion that religion has created, has driven Mankind to irrationality: they declare war for their great god, kill their brothers with hatred inside; amidst fire,smoke,cries and blood, be the judge of this human madness: don't partake in their insanity... look to Him with calm and gladness! Love the true God, be a glorious warrior without swaying your sword... to clash with the enemy standing and waiting afar; prove you unshakable integrity by renouncing your belligerency!
An apostle of the Lord Friend & close colleague of Paul, Proclaiming gospels truths,was no easy call; Junia,just a lass,Judah was her home, A martyr for her faith Whilst incarcerated in Rome.
Collected Standing quietly smiling In a throng of hurried stress Contentedly beguiling In a soft blue gingham dress Absorbing city sunlight Like a sponge in Tarpon Springs While gulf currents swirl and bustle In frantic curl and hustle Not a red hair out of place With a smile upon her face Her flashing green eyes sing As she sees me Noticing
Every heart belongs a Country... big or small, with or without prosperity; a beloved and cherished Country has its precious name on each heart loving freedom! It may have a beautiful ocean or sea, breathtaking mountains so misty, or a desert that can never flourish; it may have raging rivers, wild forests with sparkling waterfalls... wealthy or unwealthy it is still a bliss! Every heart belongs to a Country, my Country is no different from others... with a sky ever blue, like the calm sea hiding islands with a striking beauty; I walked its flowery and rocky paths, plunged my looks to the clear deep to discover what others seek... nothing She withheld from me! A foreigner among native inhabitants, abiding and hard-working, thriving in this prosperous Country... where all are given an opportunity; and if everyone starts out with the simplest dream, it can bring them financial security... anything is at their command through incentive! Every heart belongs to a Country, it may be mine, yours or theirs; it may be depraved of liberty or free, have green forests, open meadows or barren soil without streams... but the people's creed is sacred and holy! Loalty and bravery always endure in every heart that belongs to that Country... that can inflame their ardor!
People look at the world and say, they only see black and white; But I couldn't say that honestly, not even with all my might. When I see the world, I see brown, orange, and cream; I see colors from the lightest to the darkest and everything in between. When I look at the world, I see hurting of inisent people; Doesn't matter what their are, whether it's Johnson, or Trepal. See, they're still hurting and being judged because of their color;, But to me, they're still all my sisters & brothers. So when someone acts me, when I look at the world, what do I see? I say I see hurting people, all different colors, just like me.
I stare at people and know exactly what they're thinking; a mind-reader who needs no gessing! You act out your drama... like you're starring in a soap opera, but attention and applause are the things you crave: a red carpet for your dreams to glow! I can never be Leonardo di Caprio, not as young,handsome and kind; I am an Aquarius, you are a Leo: two different signs, two contradicting minds; And I should consider myself a conqueror... to kiss you on the main deck of the Titanic: glancing at the midnight's stars above, feeling the strong wind in our waving hair as we lose ourselves in deep love... that seemed so distant and platonic! I am nothing out the ordinary, a simple guy looking for the perfect girl... living on delusion, feeding on fantasy, trying too hard to bend your iron will; let's stay friends,forget what could have been! Look at the bright side: life still moves on, so don't waste anymore of your time; going down the road you'll see a sign that tells you not to be in that drama, forgetting about being as big as Madonna!
My generation lived by its own rules, refused to cope with reality and grew up irresponsibly... abusing their bodies with harmful substance; arrogance and pride were the qualities they displayed! My generation looked away...staring into nothing, no plans,no dreams and no faith to make them grow in spirit; drunken, indulgent and insecure they lost the will to endure... they wasted precious years chasing after phanthoms that led them to obscure roads, where life was so worthless and cheap! My generation put away holiness and replaced it with foolishness, and as demons seaped into their weak souls, they were made powerless by their own rendition; not empowered by love...they lost themselves! My generation could have accomplished great things, been powerful leaders and inspire others; their good deeds could have been excellent examples of their fruition!
He could weep and be sad, Evn his own sometimes thought him mad; Turned over tables,took issue with friends, Oft-times mixing with the ill-repute- Wise as a serpent,innocent as a dove, Speaking th truth with heart of love.
I leave in my pickup to work in town Then your men start coming around I treat you like a queen as you should be When I arrive home, there is nothing for me Your arms are cold, your words are mean Should I stay, should I go, I am caught in between You say let's works things out please don't leave I gave you my heart, you give nothing in return, you are a thief I am sorry, it's time move on Before this you were already gone Oh how it hurts to tell you goodbye Outside I seem tough, but inside I cry Your arms are cold, your words are so mean Should I stay, should I go, I am caught in between Too little too late, I cannot stay Long ago you pushed me away Please do not call, do not write I have been beaten emotionally, I will no longer fight I will run to live another day I don't think you care what I do anyway I have lived in your world of broken dreams Should I stay, should I go, I am caught in between