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I am the ring around Saturn spinning words as particles of ice and dust with the power to transcend I am the original chosen to be right here right now transmitting verbal frequencies through speaking my thoughts into existence I am the heir of omnipotence, born with a direct connection to profound abundance The one whose words will age, yet still have substance; since there are no boundaries attached to my pen I am constant energy Translating personal experience into imagery Vulnerable to tyranny, yet i continue attempting to share some truth through this abstract language of poetry I am the core I am that I am more I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time; the love you feel when you realize how it feels I am the poem that is abstractly direct because I write beyond limits absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz through meditation for several minutes I am the one bridging the gap between the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit The one who is love because I am a descendent of it I am the rhythm that the wind blows I am the beginning and the ending of stories told about the universe and how miracles unfold I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me Judge that I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right So I continue meeting the different parts of me when I meditate and write Who am I? I AM, THAT, I AM
The function of a human hand? Writing a message, making a bed, Opening a jar, dialing a phone, Putting on pantyhose, Touching the face of a child, Or a lover. And in its absence? Yawning space and phantom pain, And an oddly-shaped bandage At the end of Angie's arm. PFC Hernandez, home in El Paso, Watches her family watching her, Writing awkwardly with her left hand, Brushing her black wavy hair, Watching Dr. Phil Wearing an old gray-green T-shirt Bearing the faded words "Proud to be a Marine." Gasping and choking, She wakes from thick, dusty dreams Of shimmering, endless sand, Unfamiliar words Echoing hollow with hatred, And the feared but half expected Roar of fiery amber heat, Breaking the angry stillness, Searing through the night And Angela's right hand.
We live in a world where sickness abounds, Sometimes stumping the best of providers. Symptoms and tests almost always expound, While the emotional costs grow wider. The travel and care and expenses we bare, In dollars and tears for a healing. Pale when compared, with the voluminous prayers, Our reverence and humility kneeling. Seeing through to the end, great strength we must take, And the position that attitude matters. A stiff upper lip and a smile sometimes fake, Anything less, and fragile hope easily shatters. Yet until we're called home, to streets paved with gold, Or abodes filled with love and affection, Widely known in the hearts, of the young and the old, Laughter remains, life's greatest healing medication! (This poem is dedicated to my wonderful Sister Cindy, whose strength and positive attitude throughout her struggle, encourage all who cross her path) User Name: Wedge Motif: Philosophical
THE HOSPITAL FAIRYLAND They walked together, hand in hand, Into life's magical fairyland. Where there was no trouble, where there was no pain. Where life could really, begin all over again. Where were no men in little white coats. Forcing you all, to stuff drugs down your throats. Forcing you to do, what you didn't want to. Telling you it was all for the best, for you, People shouting, people crying. Most of the people talking about dying. What is this hell, we've all come to? It's called coming off drugs, we all have It to go through. Where will it end, what will we do? None of us really, has a clue. We are given more pills, we are told, we have to take. To the men in white coats, life's a piece of cake. We are the prisoners, they guard the doors. Some try to creep out, on all fours. Into hell and back, we go for a ride. Eventually if we're lucky, we come out the other side. Where we can walk, hand in hand. Into life's magical Fairyland. Where there is trouble, where there is pain. But at least we can start, living again.
How did you feel when you woke? Were you frightened or lonely, or was your heart broke? Do you feel alone or sometimes afraid? Is it clear that your life's not meeting the grade? Do you feel uncomfortable in your own skin? Do you feel that you're losing, but just want to win? Are you having remorse about what could have been? If so, then it's time to grab paper and pen. Jot some things down you'd like to achieve. Then read them each day and start to believe. We cannot go back and change the past! Standing still today, just won't last. So get ready, prepare, and take care of your needs. It's time to firmly plant His seeds. Start with yourself and the rest will follow. I know right now it's hard to swallow. Be gentle and patient, for there is no doubt, you've been hurting so long, both inside and out. If you know in your heart that something's askew, you must be willing and ready to start anew! There's help for you along the way. You'll receive it for sure, so start to pray. Dear God, Please show me where to start. To You, I know I must open my heart. So say each day, "Thy Will Be Done", and you'll see it, I'm sure, but just don't run. Be open and willing to hear and see, all that He is calling you to be. Follow His signs and stay on the road, and when you ask He'll help bear the load. Don't bring excess baggage for this trip. Keep it simple, you see or you just might slip. You need to remember to stay on track. Once you start, hold nothing back. For the new road you find is the only way. You'll get there soon, if you just don't stray. Now is the time for discipline and prayer. You'll start to believe you're in His care. As you practice and try to do the right things, you'll be eager to see what the next day brings. Your life will be flooded with joy and gladness, and you'll know he's there in times of sadness. Life is still life, but just stop and think. Nothing is solved by making a stink! So put all your worries in God's hands today! There's no reason to keep them, let go and just pray. I know that miracles do come true. Have faith and His promises will be given to you. Michelle D. ©October 17, 2006
Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror... a lost man tormented face red brittle and teared stacking excuses the longer I stare this stress abuses my conscience with a glare a guilty reflection warns my mind is the prison I fear as I long to escape from the hell I dwell in right here who have I become? what have I done right? crossroads appear suddenly as fog fills the mirror tonight darkness owning the room, prefers I suffer slow so I proceed with speed because it's the only way I know tasteless stories flood my life's hard bound chapters while this smeared mirror reflects tears dripping from a face which was once filled with laughter.
Dear Jesus... I've Been Hurt and Abused... I've been hurt so much... I don't feel like "going on." It feels like "everything I do turns out wrong." I've been "abused and neglected so many times." I feel like I'm a victim "of a thousand crimes." I've tried to talk to some people... but to no avail. Many look at me as if "I'm destined to fail." "Perhaps if they knew everything, they'd extend a hand." "If they knew what I've been through... they'd understand." "Dear Jesus... I hope that you'll forgive me if I cry." "I don't know where else to turn." "I don't want to die!" Please help me and my kids to find a new life in YOU. I really don't know anyone else I can turn to. I've hit "rock bottom." There seems to be no way out. I know that you care... and you love me beyond any doubt. In the midst of a very discouraging situation. You've extended to me a "heavenly invitation." You've opened up your heart to me with loving arms. And by your Spirit, you'll protect me from all harm. You reached down and gave to me a "special grace." And have given me true love and a smile on my face! By Jim Pemberton .
Have a blessed birthday Michael J Today I knelt for you to pray May His guiding light shine on you God's grace I pray will bring you through May you have strength on your birthday With family this holiday Celebrating with faith like new God's grace I pray will bring you through As your son returns home today Like a rainbow brightens the day Continue to wear a smile too God's grace I pray will bring you through Have a blessed birthday Michael J God's grace I pray will bring you through © Joseph, 11/20/07 © All Rights Reserved Hello Michael, have a blessed birthday and Thanksgiving holiday with your brave son and family. May God bless each of you always and as a family! The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the poem's beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the poem.
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For my Devonshire To which I dare to aspire I still feel your fire Nay deny that you retire My wish for you to sail higher This many do desire We continue to conspire Father her life is no on the wire I beseech you sire Much love have we all acquired Though her fears may be dire Toss those to the wind With this message I send You are my dear dear friend No matter what end With these words i say again Father she is my friend My true next of kin It's time to see a wind
New growth of life blooms Nurtured by water and light Look within for peace
Sitting here knowing that you are laying in that bed Helpless on meds that you dont want to be on Not knowing were you are It hurt me to see you that way Mother Praying to the Lord that you are going to be ok Praying that he dont take you so soon away I hate this so much Seeing you in and out and its nothing I can do I just wish apon a star That all your sickness go away and you dont have to deal with this no more It sucks spending your Bday in that bed I pray that that you get better soon so you can come home I pray that all this go away and you never have to deal with this any more No matter what we go though I only have one mother and I dont know how I would live my life without you Please come home and get better So i can stop this crying Please all your pain and sickness go away So I dont have to worry about getting that call oneday and I am not there by your side You are my mother and I love you If you have a mother and you all are not on the best term Its best to do that soon Because you never know when they time is up I love you mother My one and only Queen Please get better and come home soon
I once heard a saying, that the happiest people are the saddest Shining because they've seen the darkest Like the lotus that grows out of mud Or the rotting stump that bears a bud.. You never know what troubles the mind So be careful with words unkind The glowing person just beside you Could be a crumbling ruin behind the hairdo Most people struggle everyday Souls burdened with decay.. I guess it takes a lot of courage To act normal with that damage Hard to believe that under the surface Lives a soul with no purpose A cry for help won't be any crisper Listen to the their inner whisper..
my sanity seems to unravel like frayed shoe-laces on a rainy day I keep tripping on in the mud but when I go to tie them I find myself barefoot rooted in an unsatiable lust for something other than reality a blood-letting of sorts a scream that dies before it escapes my throat my struggle is not one of boredom or regret rather a confusing mixture of powders, pills, and mind-control and some weird state of non-commital emotion a dark ocean of something mistakenly called anti-depression I've never really been in control but I fight with a might that might surpise you and win most battles and lose most wars realizing too late that I'm the only one keeping score another day of willing the sun to stay down to allow me to drown in a dreamscape of something greater inhibit my feelings or leave me alone this is something I'll always fight alone
I went into the room cold dark and afraid When I came out I needed aide Nothing in my life was ever going to be the same The doctor put it out on the table and the odds were weighed The pain burned inside of me like a hot flame If I had another option I would gladly take the trade The rest of my life I will now have this scar I would rather be laying on a beach somewhere down south Beautiful I am not anymore by far I can hardly keep anything down by mouth I just want things back the old way When times were happy and all smiles I just don't know what too say Now I mean nothing than a few names on some medical files Make me feel beautiful and wanted again
Tomorrow's times are in these eyes of mine. Away and far my world shall part. The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep. The Sun will rise as my days still come, The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun. Tomorrow's times are in these days of mine. Far and gone my world shall bond. The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb. And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine. Tomorrow's times are in these thoughts of mine. Gone and here my world shall fear. The Lands will separate the world by Sea, And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be. Tomorrow's times I know are mine. Here it is that I fear I'm near. My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight, And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light. ®Registered: Ann Rich 1998
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear God I do love this time of year Vibrant colors abound on the trees Gracefully falling with the breeze The workday runs from sun to sun Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done I am a lucky man to live this life Respect of my community and loving wife Sometimes in life the land yields plenty The blessings throughout the day are many As I watch the sunrise to the east It gives my soul a spiritual feast For all my friends everywhere To my Lord a silent prayer To the north her majesty appears For all to see beautiful and clear Forever snowcapped and standing tall Lady Shasta watches over all To the south another blessing to see The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery It was the Lord that gave them their birth The shortest mountain range on earth The coastal mountains to the west Offers the sun a place to rest Followed shortly for all to see The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be Then comes a moment that is hard As I head my "Cat" off to the yard My final ride of this year My face accepts a single tear My heart becomes full of sorrow I inject myself with poison tomorrow Thats the price that a junkie must pay Years after he has changed his way The reason is very clear to see I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C I can't stop the fear from flooding in What will it be like to hold a rig again Through all the loss and all the gain I reckon that moment will bring me pain But through the pain I'm able to see God has his angels covering me
Words we didn't want to hear, that would bring us to much fear... Words we didn't understand, that would bring us so many tears... Words that would cause us so much pain, and cause us to fall in love again... Words that would test our love, and cause us our faith to maintain... Words that are devastating are Multiple Myeloma, Hear our pleas Lord and send us a miracle, heal my husband Lord and his life sustain... Words were sent from up above, a reply to many prayers and pleas, Lord ease this strain... Words our Lord sent to us, I will watch you from up above, and make your bones strong once again... Words we pray to our Lord, Bless all those we love and all who prayed, come into their hearts and homes and there remain... Words we send to our Lord, thank you Lord for this miracle, we pray for faith to all in pain...
' Walk With Me … ' ( Based On 23rd Psalms ) ' Walk With Me '… my Lord Said, ' Walk With Me and Be Unafraid Walk With Me, and You Will Know when You Walk With Me, I Go Where You Go … I'll Go Where You Must Go Matt. 28: 20 We'll Face Storms, That Blow We'll Face Every Lion's Roar ... Even Face Death's Door … Because, If You Walk With Me … I Am The Key John 11: 25, 26 I Open Faith, To Set You Free I Open Miracles and Possibilities I Open Proof … So You Can Believe Gen. 1: 1 … and I Walk, Beside Your Trail of Tears I'll Be The Light, Thru Your Darkest Fears I'll Walk Beside You, Thru All Paths of Pain & I Promise You … We'll Reach The Rainbow, After The Rain James 2: 5 … All I Ask … is, ' Walk With Me … and You ... Will Walk For Eternity … John 3: 16 For Rhonda Hero – Stay Strong, Brave and Believe, My Poet-Sister … Our Prayers and Christian Love Are With You MoonBee
A child believes many things, Especially what he is told. People usually stop believing When they think that they are old. Why this is, I don't quite know; For in my youth, I can't say, Maybe they stop trusting in life When they find their hairs are grey. Or perhaps they are saddened when They feel they've been betrayed When they learn that life is far too short Despite how much they've prayed But there is hope to which I cling That as I age, I wish to achieve: You're only as old as you feel, And you feel what you believe.
they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet yet most people won't even try to change when they reach the adult set they live lives of quiet desperation, still singing the same sad songs and can't seem to stop acting like babies no matter how right or how wrong yet when it comes to discussing the future of modern man scientists have discover that our behavior has gotten out of hand we overeat, we over-drink, we smoke, we're anxious, stressed and depressed we need to practice some restraint and change so that we can be blessed stop looking at life in the same way and start living for the better it's time to make some changes and stop acting like we're still bed wetters with a need for our priorities in life to be rearranged so I ask this question, "can you spare some change?" If you want a genuine change and transformation to come about it's an inside job that must occur without any hesitation or doubt yet many desire to maintain the status quo but at the same time want progress but that's an impossible task to accomplish so again to you I address can you spare some change? do you desire to move forward and grow? can you spare some change in this life that you now know? if you've ever heard someone say, "that's not the way we used to do it" tell them to make a change and then listen the Holy Spirit we need to stop all the unnecessary stressing we might miss our anointing or our blessing let go of all that harmful behavior standing between you and your personal Savior stop being over-indulgent, learn to exercise and trim the fat remove the blinders so you'll no longer be flying around like a blind bat seek out the Lord Jesus Christ and let His wisdom guide your life It's time for your attitude to be rearranged a life altering decision, can you spare some change? become a risk taker and step out on a limb be like the tax collector, Zacchaeus determined to find Him Jesus Christ whom he needed to see he even went so far as to climb up a sycamore tree now reformed from a tax collecting sinner transformed into a spiritual winner now a disciple of the Good News salvation at hand, no longer living confused willing to do whatever The Lord asks for gave half his wealth to the disadvantaged and the poor he made a concession that was so brave and so bold to give any he might have cheated back their money four-fold the crowd then murmured for they found all this strange but Zacchaeus was a man who willing to spare some change
You look at me, And think you see Another stereotypical teen Who drinks, gets high, And tries to make life easy, But you're wrong. That's not me. I refuse to let the world take over and control my mind, And I refuse to do the drugs that kick me from behind. I'm not going to ruin my life with friends that teach me wrong. When they start drinking I wont go along. I've seen what its done, and how it's changed the people around me And I've decided that's someone I don't want to be. I want to have a family and a life full of prosperity. I want my children to grow up and have a life of variety. So to keep from all this confusion and have a dream that is realistic I wont take the drugs or drink alcohol And avoid being another stupid statistic.
I thought I would never again see the sun greet a new day Now I desperately wish for eternal night. Betrayed by Newton's law: an unforgiving justice. The enemy, Holding land hostage, Tainting its innocence. Damn them for what they made it do! A product of the Devils hands. Planted to be a rooted flower; A metallic flower, waiting to bloom and fulfill its sinful purpose. A sin that war only creates. This day, life opened Hells gates. Smoke, Dirt, Fire and Flesh All mashed together to form a wretched nightmare; A downward spiral of stained bandages and painful realizations. My sons now stand taller from that day on, For this new life makes me a seated man. Who knew that one step would forever change my plans. His betrayal is all I ponder on. God, I wish for night, but all I'm getting are hellish days
Lord, I believe in You and myself, With You I can do almost anything. Even if I'm overweight... I believe You'll keep me alive until the day You want me back home with you. I'm sorry for my sins And all of us are imperfect humans: Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves, And everything else you hate. So please forgive all of us and open the gate To Your Heavenly Kingdom. Have Your Son save us all. Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You And Your Promise for Eternity, But Your Son's words reassure me. I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation, But remember You'll keep me safe If I just forever keep my faith.
You know I love to write the rhymes That move to a beat Especially the ones that are soft and low Beautiful and sweet They come to me like a dance Gliding through my mind Holding dearly to the emotions I could never leave behind My wife and I no longer dance Seems there is no time But I treasure each dance we shared Up in this heart of mine One day there will come a time When the doctors are no more Where we will hold each other tight And glide across the floor I will whisper into her ear Whisper soft and low As the music skips a beat Then even seems to slow Life has dealt us many hands Trying to tear us apart But it was the Lord who made our love Then let it fill our hearts Sweetheart after all the trials and years We still have our romance The only thing left for us to do Continue with the dance © 2007 Michael Jordan All Rights Reserved
Feeling inspired to clean up your life beginning with changing how you think do you want to continue to stand in that abandon house that reeks of feces causing an overwhelming stink? smoking crack cocaine going insane thinking you are clever just because you use abuse misuse yourself and others selling drugs killing your sisters even your brothers hearing it sizzle enhaling the smoke it goes to your head taking you places you do not need to go burning valuable brains cells sitting in different jails there goes the rent money days without a shower they could care less about you all they want is your money body mind self-respect dignity aspiratrions hopes dreams as your soul screams let's make a change before you end up asking for change helping you is not out of GODS range you deserve better clean your act up get your children back get a job save your money a home in your own name change how you think because the thought is the cause of it all it was because of a thought you were born shake that feeling of dread do not be forlorn make new friends discover new playgrounds broaden your horizons keeping your best interest at heart doing your part give it your all because half measures avail us nothing
I won't use your name, because people like us, like to sometimes, remain anonymous. I hope you make it till Friday, I hope you find a place, theres so much I could say, how about just a couple promises, from junkie to junkie. I promise after Thursday ends, Friday will begin. I promise that you are, definitely worth it. I hope you make it till Friday, I hope you find a place. But what I hope for most for you, I hope, for hope, for you. I hope you do. I really hope you do.
I scratch my head and too often wonder And while gazing hinder I see disarray. I recall those times of my err and blunder times void of Jesus to brighten my day. As I posed the question did any care? The obvious answer I was unable to see. Until life became more than I could bear I found Jesus was patiently waiting on me. I realized that countless agonized for me Through prayer straight to God's throne. But from blinded eyes I'd refused to see Attempting to do things on my very own. But during a crisis I became spirit broken For my body was now stricken with cancer. I surrendered life entire, not just a token I accepted Jesus Christ as the living answer.
Truth is true even when the facts may change; Though facts are correct, Truth is Right and can change the facts.
Yeah, I know, It's "My Problem"... No sweat to you... Even though I might beg, For help or advise what to do... I'm cut off from the internet... My last human link... With my good poet friends, Guess I'll just mix a drink... Kind'a sad, I gotta' admit.... When those I've helped, Suddenly seem fit... To ignore my calls... Who gives a s_it... You'd tell me to just join Yahoo, But I don't know how, With no internet connection... I'm "having a cow!!!" I sure tried reaching you, You didn't pick up, Suddenly I have no phone service.. Now what do I do?? And all the meds I need... Suddenly my card is not honored... I can only guess New York State... Has decided my life to terminate... Sure makes for a great day... But I've got more to say... I gave you a good lump of money, Not too far in the past... Said use what you need... I think it should last... Never thought I'd have this problem... Another warning I failed to heed... I still believe, I still trust you, Maybe aliens have invaded, And you know not what to do... But for heaven's sake... Don't know how much more Bad news I can take... Seems a cesspool of misfortune... Is swimming around in my air... How much, my God, Am I supposed to bear? I was once a man... Of substantial means... But find them now... The Twilight Zone, it sure seems And with my health failing... Falling apart in big bits... I feel hard pressed... To hold on to my wits... Even my remote did desert me, I cried as I search... He left me one channel He left me in a lurch... And when it seems... No one gives a sh_tz, I start to find, Some scary angry head fits... My pen has worked long... And hard, be assured... Fought off mental demons... Hence, I have endured... But betrayal, or indifference, Bites one so hard... There's no way in the world... You won't wind up soul-scarred... All I can say, Some should be... feathered and tarred.. For those they have marred... Hope this never happens to you... But if that should come to pass.. Just call me, I'll be there My love will always last... But, now, if you get a chance, Please tell me what to do... You know how to survive... You know I idolize you..." t
'0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET' O little white tablet, how I hate you, I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you. You looked so innocent, so white, so pure. I was told you were the answer to everything, (The cure) No-one told me, when they introduced me to the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue. The blue being five times stronger than you. No-one told me of the dangers you held within. Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering. No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen years of my life. That I would be unable to function properly, as a Mother and Wife. No-one told me, I would get addicted to you. Of all the pain and suffering, I would have to go through. To get you out of my system, alone took two years. Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears. Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia. Several more years, destroyed by fear. Which a lot of people, say is caused by you. Not being able to go out, far or near. Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear. O little white tablet, how I hate you. But in the end I was the winner Not you. This poem refers to prescribed drugs
My Agoraphobia. In 1983 you came back into my life. Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife. You kept me a prisoner in my own home. When all I longed for, Was to go out alone. You caused me pain, you made cry, I felt so ill, I thought I would die. From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post. Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most? Where exactly does the answer lie? Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di. She gave me the will to carry on and fight. I fought so hard, with all of my might. The shops in the village seemed so very far away. If only I could go out, just for one single day. I tried and tried, the tears, the pain, It was a battle lose or gain, I gave it everything, yes everything I had. It wasn't easy, in fact, it was very bad. In 1990, after 7 long years, A lot of heartache, many, many tears, I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door, With each day, I was doing more and more, But there was still so many things that I couldn't do alone. Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone. I could now walk to the shops, there and back, get the groceries, take them home, and unpack, But I still couldn't get a bus into town on my own, only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan. It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain, Before I could finally travel alone again. May 2nd 2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town, It was just like my world had been turned upside down. HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST, Finally free to forget the past. So I decided to do something I had never done before. I started at college part time, each day I couldn't wait to get out of the door, To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race. Living life at a hectic pace. Going to college at the age of 53, Really did do wanders for me. The computer course was harder than I thought it would be, but others in the class helped me. Our tutor was really nice, Always ready with good advice. Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around, With this new freedom I have found. With a lot of help, from my husband and son, The battle is over, finally won. So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past, Never again will you get me in your grasp. This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life,
I looked at the clock, My life was slowly ebbing away. I didn't think I would reach 40, What a high price to pay. I was coming off tranquillisers 15 a day prescribed by my then G P, But the withdrawal symptoms were so horrendous I could hardly see. I was constantly being sick night and day, All I could do was to sit and pray this nightmare would go away. I couldn't walk properly, My balance had completely gone, I couldn't pay privately, as money I had none. I also had Agoraphobia, so I couldn't even go out of the door, This wasn't a life worth living any more. All I was left with, was to say a prayer, To ask for a miracle. Lay my soul bare. A week or so later, a letter in my hand, An appointment with a new doctor, I could hardly stand. Over the next year a miracle unfolded, bit by bit. I didn't even have to walk with my stick. I started to go out a bit more each day, Various obstacles got in my way. But I was determined, I was not going back, I mapped out a plan to keep myself on track. I did it, I conquered my Agoraphobia, and got off the pills. I even went to college for the first time to learn new skills. I went on Radio, Television, Newspapers and Magazines all covered my story. The miracle I prayed for had happened, mine was now the glory. v
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished Me, Myself, and I... "There are things that concern us," Consensed my "Selves" in earnest ""We" fear that "I" have succumbed to delusion" "And after careful deliberation It is with much hesitation That we choose to delineate upon this confusion" "Fact is your intuition Is riddled with superstition And your judgment leaves much to be desired" "So you leave us no recourse Don't push us to use force" It is then that the "I" was summarily fired I exclaimed "By whose authority?" Response, "Rule of majority" "The "Myself" and the "Me," (forthwith the "We"), are experts in our field" "And with much technique and time And some forays into the sublime The nature of your malady will be revealed" "So to keep yourself from having a fit Step back and just calm down a bit" "We," they said, "certainly have this under control" "We swear this won't hurt at all" Then I felt my inhibitions fall Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul You know, fact is I do feel off axis As evidenced by such parapraxis As this prose that I, (or is it "Us"), seek to pen And with my mind feeling numb I finally chose to succumb And allow the "Me" and the "Myself" to begin And then came questions in a flurry Answer, answer and please do hurry Not one moment of respite did they give They pushed and they prodded With every "T" crossed and "I" dotted My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve And all this psycho-analysis Is causing my mind paralysis The questions, can you stop with the questions please "Yes, oh yes indeed I do believe we have what we need To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses"
Loyalty One self Virtuous Eternity
A Prayer for my Wife Now I'll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin' a tear Last night when it got late and really quiet around here I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray And in the darkness between me and God, here's what I had to say I love her so much Lord and I just don't know what I'd do I'm afraid that she won't make it, that's why I'm coming to you Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees I'm begging' you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas I don't know what your plans are or what you have in store And I know I don't deserve her and that she deserves much more And don't misunderstand Lord, I don't assume any obligation For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life And I swear I'll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife And if it's not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead Cause' I can't live without my love, I'd be better off dead And no excuses for my past Lord, but I'll do better than I've done I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son. I wiped my tears as I said my amen's and prepared myself to stand Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in Reliving each and every moment, over and over again And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin' I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God's living grace And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished. Me, Myself, and I... (continued) "Your, (Or "Our"), symptoms seem to intermit And the fact that "You're," ("We're"), a hypocrite Tis no wonder we're having such problems with diagnosis" Then "I" had an idea so grand To dispense with this at my own hand A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis So while the "Me" and the "Myself" squabbled With courage newly cobbled "I" spotted the dresser drawer and made my run With fingers fiercely fumbling Whilst they continued grumbling "I" produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun And now my life, though ill-fated Was soon to be vindicated This would affect us all equally the same Would be no myself or me No you, him, us, or we But an inclusive all would be to blame It took me a moment to figure Out the safety on the trigger Then "I," (or "Us"), prepared to do the dirty deed Then the barrel found my temple And as it settled into the dimple A still small voice did my "selves" choose to heed Hence a moment of clarity Harkened me to posterity And I thought what a legacy to leave behind "Can't we all find a way To save this miserable day And avoid a broken body for someone to find" And then deep within my soul I felt and heard a simple drum roll And the differing sides of me just subsided And with my mind now as one I worked to get this all undone The whole business of this stuff I derided And tis now true of fact That I survived this ordeal intact And lived to raise my face unto the sky And here now as it ends I find I've made good friends With the "Me", the "Myself," and the "I" Thank you for taking the time to share in my poetry. Please feel free to leave your thoughts or comments here on this page. J. Scott Burns...
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life Light heartedness, laughing at one's self! Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Your face, Made a fake smile, (you said) I love you, I need you, I want you just for a while, You told me, That I made you smile, All the things you said to me, Are just words now, How can we love, When you love me for yourself, (This Aint Love) Chorus: 2x What are we doin, If this love ain't real, What is this feeling, That I feel, I'm broken in emotion, I'm broken in love, (you said) I need you, I want you You're the only one, I'm thinkin of, (so tell me) How can we love, When there's always someone else, (This Aint Love) Chorus 2x Bridge: How can we love, When there's always someone else, How can we make up, When you only love me for yourself, verse #3: You got me imprisoned, Inside your heart, When kissed I felt, Like we, Would never be apart, chorus 2x
Ballad of the poet When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh* Bright and early, early bird gets the worm. With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*" Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G* While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G* Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D* Bitter like morning breath. Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him. My cat rises to the sun of a new day. Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.* My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss. Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light, as I step outside, something pierced my heart.. ~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn, ~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M* Everything I see, everything I feel around me. Becomes a new song. Born of many emotions. I roll them on a paper without a pen. BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~ Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.* "I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S* A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content, Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.* As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON* Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P* He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.* "His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M* A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H* Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.* (( feel free to add a line** in my comment box... ))
Only light can penetrate the darkness that resides in the default state of mind I descend from beta to delta through binaural beats; instantly caught between frequencies beyond time I absorb amplitudes of acoustic energy and I learn to just be earth Since I am the earth and because I am of the one that is the source of its existence, I've owned the power of omnificence I realize now that I AM because HE is since I am from that, a descendant Created in the image of a thought and a feeling from the Universal Mind I tune in to this vibration from rhythmic pulse that manipulates subconscious minds Immersed between 4 and 7 hertz; brainwaves halt to a conscious sleep All chakras are aligned shining crown energy and now my consciousness begins to reap! and light begins to penetrate the harmonious beams that were already there constant and always there is now flooded with sound patterns that force brainwaves to submit to power of omnipresent sound that always was and always will be connected to the Source from which I came so I extend exponentially beyond; physical time and space I long to embrace the intensity of gamma rays I give way to the coded sounds that resonate from the inner core and continue to connect through the binaural beats that - remind me of before Always familiar but ignored until found by gaining knowledge of self I listen with the intent to excel while reaping an abundance of benefits and rewards Listen!! It's already yours Just reach out and grab it as long as intention and ego is checked the universe will correspond accordingly it will deliver a life to you divine and orderly Just listen to the sounds that were there from before They will guide to to the vibration from the core and it will guide you to connect directly with the source
Keep looking upward, onward, forward… oh, don't forget, to look inward! ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph, 1/2/09 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~
They said he would grow out of it, All night I'd listen to his cough, His nose dripped and wouldn't turn off, When it got bad, he would vomit. The doctors wouldn't promise Their treatments would pay off, After years, they acted a little lost When he showed almost no progress. I kept praying for his healing, Suddenly, good news without question, Test results showed normal breathing, The doc said, "Stop the medicine!" I'm still reeling from the feeling, That, my friends, is divine intervention. *This poem is based on true events.
********* Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love " To-day is a New Day Time for people to Pray If their were No Unity Where would we be to-day? ------ Why is it.. That all of 'GOD' People Are so...! War Torn Today.. With nothing going on With nothing to speak of.. So little to say! ------ So, looking back on Reflection In a more Democratic Way Let's give the Future back To the Children - And - Let Jesus lead the way -------- So, Why not give them Love Show them another way Remember that Obama Care Is a Health Care which is Oh! so very rare.. -------- It could really save the Day? Do you know a better way? -------- It is meant for people with No Insurance... Not for those... Who just don't care! ------ For it is just an annoyance Who really need Insurance? ------ So, if you have Insurance And that is all that really Matter to you... Remember that their are Men, Women and Children Who needs' a plan too...? For the Obama Plan is high In Demand And Gods' People are too... GF Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan then we need one too...
Happiness (acrostic) Happiness is found within not in people and things Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward. Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)
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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"
In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy And fantasy becomes reality. The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable. In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny. In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects. In the dream world wishes don't count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.
Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know. Which was lost, and what would be gained. I could not see, beyond her glow Faith and strength carried and remained. Unfinished things of her dreams come slow These were not to be lost, our love holds true Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue She is more than any loss, which may take away. Pink in October shapes her autumn sky. More beautiful now she faces its lie. Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure. Fighting like a girl, she wins the war. Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor. She is more than a woman, my lady, my love. Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair, Trials and tribulations, rising glow, She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.
Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
Wrestling with consciousness fading in and out, the darkness threatens to sweep me away Where am I? How did I get here? What happened? No voice escapes my lips dry, parched tongue mouths wordlessly as dreams tangle with reality swimmingly, a face appears in a moment of lucidity in the storm of incoherency I remember your face your love your lifeline to me a tenderness fills me with warmth, as I sink back into the darkness but now there is a light....
Mother, I used to walk in dark places and know that I was safe. Because I knew that I loved you. Mother, I have abused my brothers and sisters. I have contaminated your purity with murder. I have raped your daughters. I have kidnapped your children. I have brought your blessed bosom to the brink of destruction. And now, even when I walk in daylight I do not feel safe. For now I am aware of what I have been to you. Worse than a prodigal, I have endeavored to exploit the very mother who nurtures me. And now that I have worsened whatever imbalance was in you before I arrived, I endeavor to flee you like a coward through the grace of an oblivious savior. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of water. I have dreamed a dream of living water. And in this dream Jesus, my Savior, told me that he was not oblivious. And in this dream Jesus told me that he was fully aware of my crimes against you. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of fire. I have dreamed a dream of unquenchable fire. And in this dream Jesus reminded me that I was sent here to heal you as you taught me of manhood. And in this dream Jesus told me that if I could not love you, my mother, who I could see, then how could I love my Father in heaven who I could not. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of air. I have dreamed a dream of whirlwinds. And in this dream I breathed in the breath of forgiveness and I realized that it was not too late for us. Mother, I have dreamed a dream of earth. And in this dream, Mother Earth, I see you and us together, fighting for our freedom. Fighting against the delusion that our fates are not eternally intertwined. Mother earth, Please forgive us. For true, we have betrayed you. But it is not too late. Mother, I promise you that as sure as my savior is in heaven we are going to make it. Mother, I present myself to you as a living witness. The Lord has not forsaken us. For within our DNA is the secret to your healing and the end of our insanity. Mother, Thank you for loving and protecting me, even as I raped and wounded you. And now it is my turn. "In the name of Jesus, the earth and all of the earth's inhabitants are one mind, heart, and body. In the name of Jesus, we are one person, one planet, and one purpose. In the name of Jesus, the lion will soon lay down with the lamb and this beautiful sound, this sound of the sacred Gaia will know harmony!!"
The old faith healer carefully got things ready. She had spring water collected from the source that had been taken at the night of the new moon. Some special herbs also gathered by moonlight. Setting the pebbles in a circle on the cleared earth. She lights a small fire in its heart and feeds it. Once it is burning bright, she shakes out some of the herbs adding them to the spring water, then patiently waits. When the moon appears she busily goes to work, a pinch of liverwort, some ground sunflowers. Tansy and dried apple, a bit of spiders web, she places the pot on the fire and stirs. First three stirs clockwise, now two anti three more clockwise. Chanting softly as she stirs the simmering brew. Now adding crushed primrose and burdock, she stirs. Then she lays it in the moonlight waiting for dark. Once the moon slides from sight, she pours it into a vessel and caps it tight. Shrugging back her hood she gathers all. Now it is time for it to sit and infuse before it is time for use. Her fame is renown, the kingdom wide, many are they who seek her. She blesses the potion first with Mut, then calls on Pax, finally she invokes Serena's help, finally done, she sets it in a ray of moonlight leaving it for now. It is time for the cleansing of her patients before they drink it. The following day miraculous recoveries by them all. Singing her praises they try to cross her hand with silver. Gently she shakes her head, not for money is her gift. Freely she shares it, for the goddesses gave her the healing gift. Mut is the goddess of nature mother earth. Pax is the goddess of peace. Serena is the goddess of healing. written 10/14/2014 Sect: Faith Healer contest: Religious Poetry: Non-Christian
peaceful body and soul spirit free to love again fruits of forgiveness
I called my mother the other day- just to listen to her voice She answered dear Steve – yes this is me- how are you this day I said I was fine- it has been some time- I searched for more words to talk She cantered a bit then came to a halt- as I began to say Mother dear- this is Mark- how are you today Mark she replied- I have a Mark- he was the oldest of three How is school - are you making good grades- are you coming home real soon I told her I would- If only I could- would she know me anyway I visited my mother the other day- at a home for Alzheimer patients Her stare in the air- made it be known- that she could not remember I sat by her side- we nibbled on crackers- we looked out the window pane Then I was father- she told me she miss me –I cried a thousand tears She reached for my hand- I did not resist- I was blessed to make her happy How are you Tom- I said I was fine- The kids will be home soon I told her it's time- I must go home - I have to work tomorrow I took her hand- I'll see you soon- Goodbye Steve she told me As my Mother slips away today- how precious are my memories For after this world –I can hardly wait- for my Mother to recognize me
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
I'm worried where the next dollar will come from. Will she ever arrive? Will she ever show up? But why am I worrying? Stop it! It's all in God's Great Hands! It's all under God's control! It's all within His plans! It's all His And He will provide Because He is our Father! He loves us! It's all His! Trust Him! I know it's difficult; He will not lead you wrong. He knows where you need to go. He knows what you need to endure. It's all His plan. It's all in His Hands! Lay down your life; Give the control. He is in control! Thank You Father! Trust Him! It will all be okay! Trust Him! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! Thank You Holy Spirit! I love You always! I trust You always! I trust You! I trust You! Yes, yes I do! I trust You! I love You! Amen!
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She sits there slowly rocking In the chair that's by her bed Sometimes it gets so lonely That she wishes she were dead She knows that now and then She might forget the time or place And once in every while She may not recognize a face Putting on her slippers That were right there by the wall She stumbled from her seat And started walking down the hall She passed the nurses' station No one saw her going by She eased into the chapel Where she hung her head and cried "Where are all my children They don't visit anymore And what about my sisters They've only been here twice before" "I know they think I'm crazy At times I think so, too I never really asked for this There's nothing I can do" She reached into the pocket Of her wrinkled cotton gown She found the tattered holy card And heavily knelt down She used to know the prayer by heart Then the ilness took control Now she had to read the words That filled her very soul She prayed, "Hail Mary, full of grace" And a bright light filled the room A soothing warmth came over her Dispelling any gloom "My child, you need not kneel Jesus knows you've done your best You've grown so tired and weary It is now your turn to rest" "I know you feel abandoned By your family and friends But in heaven you're surrounded With a love that never ends" "You've sacrificed so very much Your family always first Standing by through thick and thin In good times and in worst" "Your children surely love you Your friends have shown they care I came to tell you all of this For I have heard their prayers" "It's difficult for them to watch This horrible disease That eats away your memory And brings you to your knees" "Today I take my mantle And embrace you with a love That I now freely give to you From the Father up above" She smiled up at Mary And took in her last breath Fulfilling now a life long wish To die a happy death
With birth is a new beginning, A destination to a new journey ahead From a child grown into maturity With youth to age From innocent to awareness And ignorance to just knowing, Perhaps to wisdom From the weakness to the strength Health to sickness We pray to good health again A path each of us follow With dreams of success in our lives To being happy with bliss and love our selfs And one another We could have a life filled with loves joy To treasure always forever A new life miracle is born into that First new life of natures blessings Never take anything for granted For this new life is a gift from the heavens To always cherish forever and each is unique By Brian otoole
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The wind blew events all over the place. Intense emotions and it gave chase. Lightning lighting to show us the sky. People try to sleep and not cry. Wisping by the wind keeps us awake. The time trying to sleep the storms take. Chills in everyone gives all shiver. The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver. Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop. The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop. People have seen such devastation. The road that people made was week in creation. Rivers near by was over flowing. Trees that were there was not showing. By the hour it claimed many. My father woke up and did not see any. Floating by was a boat. Keeping people above water and a float. My father kept a canoe. That some day we would use it, that he knew. Time to paddle up and down the street. The rain water kept getting on our seat. It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud. Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud. The smell of moist water never seem to go away. My brothers seem to still sleep anyway. My head was bobbing up and down. I was so tired that I could not hear a sound. The wind blew back and fourth. It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth. Till all the people we saw with grace. Help us out with embrace. The time was so late at night. Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight. The fight with the weather was so hectic. The feelings of energy was electric. Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand. When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand. With hard workers like my mom and dad. They make things happen that is not bad. Rough with weather they experience more than ever. Leaders they are they are very clever. From the night light of street lights to the morning glow. The wind did not stop so. Bringing in more clouds that ill. The people who were still tired still had will. The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side. Pushing and the force brought water inside. The battle of our hour was getting long. Backup people came to aid us was strong. Rested they were to keep everyone with hope. The people stopped the water with the strength of rope. Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together. It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather. Chaos comes happiness how true. This is why we are human that gives us a clue. It is our nature to keep rain falling. To know when it is time for our calling. The winds bring such pain and sorrow. That is why rain sometimes fallow.
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the 'Prince' is alive! Ascension available, access through your heart Seek and you shall find! Time is short, personally unite, connect as one Eternity given Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with 'our lord Jesus' and 'our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit ***Happy Easter Everyone***
The Seven Wonders of the World The real seven wonders were not built by hand, nor bought by any man The Seven Wonders of the World, indeed, much more splendid & grand The real seven wonders are part of every woman and every man Given to us from God, part of His great abiding plan To see To touch To hear To taste To feel To laugh To love Oh that we may notice these wonders and recognize God's love He has given these wonders to teach us, as He reaches from above The Seven Wonders of the World, exist in us each day Let us live our lives in fullness & wonder, in every given way
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands. One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans. To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised. This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise. They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made. With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed. Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
An Ode To LIFE As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene and hear every word as I am learning the story they telling is true The writer writes of a jealous King and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child The story tells of the three wise men who saw a star in the north and heard of a child who was born to be the King of the Jews and come to see and bring Him gifts An angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled As I follow along in my dream I see each scene and hear every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each I don't understand why I'm going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus' in Nazareth of Galilee As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that's all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that's loving and true. By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS Copyright 2013 Inspired by God http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
********** A new beginning With Extravagant flowers' Doth' adorn your feet Decant In the life Of Abstinence Where The Heavens' shall Sing.... And sprout forth The seed's of your Beauty... Heavenly Bound Poet Author Gary Fields
What can a man do To plant a seed in the ground So strong a tree grows
Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul
The mandolin and guitar, Singing to each other Troubadour's companions To tell of intimacy and truth Ringing, singing, clear, clean Feelings of the solitary soul That are revealed Part here, part there, parting ways Of lovers clasp, tears of parting Tears of joy In quite serenity, That watches, nurtures Dare to breathe songs of love, To be alive to all that's here The mandolin and the guitar Those messengers of love Played with an overflowing heart The last caress on her cheek Her dear parting cheek Can we share again Together one last song For what is a bird If it does not sing, And what is a heart If it does not love?
Children with an illness, Go through life, They are looked down apon, Because they are different, When really they are not, They are no different from you and me, They have the same blood, Running through their bodies, Just as their hearts as well, So, don't just look apon, Their outer appearance, And judge them, For who they really are, For a lot of them, Are smarter and brighter, Than you and I, Could possibly be, On our brightest day, For they have the gifts, From God up above, So, always take the time, To get to know their inner beauty, For who they really are, Cause they too need love, Just as everyone else does, If not even more.
Oh Someone Prayed for me When I was down Yes, Somebody prayed… And my God brought me out Because someone prayed for me I should have been gone… but Now I Can shout, cause some one prayed for me It was said in three days I would die What a lie… Thank God, someone prayed for me…. Count Up: This titled form, consists of exactly ten lines, the first line having one syllable, each succeeding line adding a syllable, with a total count of fifty-five syllables. This form allows both rhyme and meter, while its similar cousin, the ETHEREE, allows neither.
Death is now Alive Kid Conceived Deceased A rebel of life
****** When I saved My Love for Jesus He had already given Me His.... I thought that that Was all their is ------ He said that all that I had to do is live ------ To live life Eternal Cast away all Thy Sin Saving mercy doth' For the Lord... Fore we are indeed His children From deep with-in Soon to be resurrected And cleansed from all " sin " To bare witness to all Men Poet AUTHOR Gary Fields copyright Apr2012
Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever
No curse words allowed are you confused, lost, ignorant you are no artist, you have shunned art and its true purpose what is art? but an expression the low and vile are the most potent Did you forget, Emerson The Poet He would call you "selfish and sensual" "an umpire of taste" "proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty" in a world of suffering, of loss Art isnt happy, and flowers in the park you, in your confusion, hide in the dark hide any truths of pain and suffering and by doing so you have lost your soul You are only half a person art is an expression of life and its hidden what is in a word? something to hide from? something to fear? to censor? to fight? are you that ashamed of language? honesty? expressions of shame? You are no poet, no artist you are no immortal, of course you are so cowardly and weak you will hide from me, censor me, avoid the truth, lie to the world if you cant stomach a curse word then you cant handle me any immortal would crush you and leave you wounded truly contemplating your life breaking you open, forcing you alive then, maybe then, you will have an emotion, worthy of expression into art. but dont get mad at me, angry or hurt You may just use a curse word
Day and night, I think about the truth, Behind those hidden curtains, Trying hard to understand, How He thinks and do things, Why is that that our mind so small, Its hard for us to think beyond? Why did He made everything complicated for us? I sat down my dad called, To make me face the reality, My heart started beating fast, And tears run down my cheeks, As if there was hail, I didn't know what to say, He told me he might not last long, How am I going to see him? He is on the other-side of the world? I am worried about him, I wish I could die with the people who I love, I am scared to loose them And the hard part is I dont know my dad, I miss him! I feel like time is close by, And I didn't live my life as if I wish to, I can't because things are not the same, When I see an apple on the tree, It feels like blood dropping beside my eyes, I feel strange in this world, I don't think or see the things I used to, I stand amongst people who are changed, In a bad way and yet the worst hasn't begun! I can't even write my poems the same, I can't make it rhyme anymore, I feel like I am all alone in this, I feel like this is a big challenge, And I am lost in middle of no where, I feel like nobody understands, When the words come out my mouth, All they hear is bluh! bluh! bluh! I am disparate to find someone who I can talk to, Yet I am scared to trust anybody, I been hurt so many times, I dont even know how to end this poem if you called it, I have so much anger that is in me, That no matter what I say there is still more, That will never end, One thing I know is I hate to be here, And live in a place full of strangers, selfish liars, and untrusted people!
Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored As anger and frustration surges across the Coast The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most Several past months, many lives have been erased In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone? Many local residents are now suffering from depressions So think about what lies ahead, our future generations ©RashanaKing2010
water melon in my garden like the sun and moon just two… "...launcher ready…" steady my hand tending the weeds near a row of beans a far away land "...it's not a good time…" so I wondered and thought of when wars are just plays staged in the hands of writers like me… I'd arm the nations with radish leaves squash for bullets that unload seeds Peanuts money on my jelly spread I'd share the health giving lettuce, head… "... is it a good time now?..." who wants a cow chickens grown in crowded pens suffering blows in.human.e hands glitters the water between the corn I'd sale on ships into rosebud shores and i'd grow my fish in between the stores "...I'm god in my garden…" and I divide the rows soing what suits me in tomato groves and near my basil I'll build a school teaching the mint just how to be cool and over hear the potatoes anchor on stalks of beer "...wellcome…" to chi… banana central read booms of cheer ...but they say I'm mental. lentils are sooo good in soup! my capitals I declare are true! I only cook When I brew my stew… and no one regrets in the garden of Sue. "...yes piglet…" I was Just Making sure of you.
Edit (Second prize EIGHTH AT EIGHT A.M. By Free Cee on 10/19/11 at 9:28am While walking when the southern wind changes in my direction and become nor-easters such as a festering infection I have not a choice but to go where my worn out shoes will take me Until I reach far enough south for the sun to bake me so people inquire why I don't drive a car and i tell them because were i to have one I'd drink after leaving a bar Panama Pete, the owner, knows straight vodka is all i ever drink and he knows how many I need to no longer think since drinking at eight A.M. only gets me in trouble with ladies or the law and please don't think that alcohol is my only flaw so I leave old Pete with his Panama hat's brim well worn until, more often than not, I awake on some stranger's lawn how I got there and why I am indifferent to and take my word for it I am different from you you probably have loved ones who would care if you'd die I, however, could expire and not a soul on earth would cry no moans, no groans and no tears would be shed for only Panama Pete will miss me when I'm dead other people I've cheated will try to slay me because they despise me and no tuxedo, three piece suit nor pin-stripes can disguise me i am what i am because of a detrimental mind and people can discern what i am even if they're blind So I rise from the stranger's lawn and keep on the run (Panama Pete is actually his name and owns or owned a seedy bar on eighth avenue and 46th Street in Manhattan. i haven't seen him in twelve years but if he's still among the living I'm giving ten to one odds that say, were i to walk into his establishment he'd pour me four and one on the house) TO PANAMA PETE WHEREVER YOU MAY BE © 2011 ~free cee!~
Keeping my head up, treading water Cut throat surviving, struggling Going under, death visits Will to live, tested! Selfishness Vs Selflessness A Greater Love, encompasses me God demonstrating mercy, for his children Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith Melody of Love, one can experience In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living Self survival, learning how to live Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love
Let life win for now... when your head sadly down. Let life win for now... when your chips are down, Let life win for now... when you can't speak a sound, Let life win for now... win when you just getting up off the ground and life nocks you back down. Let life win for now, as you standing in free line, when your gut is light to get a bite to keep you up right to win the battles of life. But be poise and patient for those who step in your way, your enemy, your unknown rival... Let life pave the way therefore what you had good then and do not have now Let life win for now, because life knows what comes around. Poetry written by 11/26/10 Author Keith Kadell
An angel came! Nights in black and white, My mind keeps drifting from side to side. Wondering in my mind about the voice I heard, At my bedside an angel came. "Be patient," The voice said; I heard it so clear, yet so discreet. To hear a strange voice whisper into my ear, It made me scared, and it made me fear. Fear from God who heard my cry, Begging for mercy, to save a child. Praying to all angels to keep her safe The mother of my children, my soul mate. This is a sign for me to know, That God is with me, and I am not alone. Thank you God for this sign you gave me, To remind me that there is a God up there and to be patient. I'll keep my faith every time I'm down, With my forehead touching the ground.
we are one spirit... there shall be no division... edify each soul...
Mass of red and gold plumage blood of supreme incessant immortality flows within Only I alone can reign stronger a fortiori than the army of any man or beast Symbolic of Christ, ressurection, afterlife In death redeemed consumed by fire only to be born again of ashes I will rise up again! Injured from mortals wars I simply ameliorate and regenerate I am fire and divinty Continually watching the irresolute ever changing, dynamic world around me In despair I scrutinize and contemplate as all things moral are taken from me periodically and adinfinitum lost ever and again Armys of mortals have chased my blood for an age in want of my immortality Whilst they wrangle with continual want and I would content for less I have met no immortal contender my glorification to you either unobtainable or a terrible curse As a deity I serve this planet in all my supremacy for I will foresee you all Authors note This piece was originally written as a two part collaborative effort with poet Kathleen C. Mannon, otherwise known by pen name kkatie55 . The prompt we were given to write to for contest was Mortal vs. Immortal in September of 2007, a month after I first started writing I believe. To begin with we both took our ideas and wrote individually then bringing our ideas together and changing slightly to fit from there… I tried to write so this would stand alone too, and have only just decided to bring it out to share for opinion. To see the write with the omitted verses written by the other poet, please feel free to go view at this link where each poet has initialled over their respective stanzas/verses. http://allpoetry.com/poem/3404940 Thankyou for your trouble in reading this explanation, but I do not wish to discredit its original intention nor take anything away from the other poet by placing this half here. I hope you shall be excited about reading it in full…
unseen entities malevolent in nature inner-war begins
Unknown friend immerses In my fullerene verses, And finds four allotropes forms… We can swim beyond the storms.
Need of healing hands. Dear God, Lay your healing hands on those that need. May your hands take what's wrong away. Don't shy away from this call. We all pray for their needs. Lay your hands on the sick And take the pain from them to fix. Lay your healing hands on their head. Bless them as we pray in your name Amen.
I undress myself, look in the mirror, and question... What have I done to God's temple? Self -inflicted scars, my unhealthy ways, causing my heart to beat fast, each breath to ache. I look towards the sky, only God sees it in my eyes, he knows I despise what I have done to His temple. I try so hard, to be stronger than what I am, but God truly sees, I am weak as a lamb. He knows that I mourn how I have treated His temple. I fall on my knees, and pray dear God please, give me strength to renew, rebuild, love what he has given me, and forgive me for destroying His temple.
Sometimes the chaos of the world invades and shells of home and skin are not enough. And we must find a safety deep inside within the rhythm of the breath. Move with intention like a tree supple in the breeze stanchions strong on nimble limbs mantra's giving geas. Stimulate the nascent soul with balance. Still the whirling top of mind. Extend each tendriled thought within gaining harmony in exhale, within the rhythm of the breath. Clean, purge, polish, shine The sluggish blood, the worrisome nerve The jewel faceted form we're given mind, body and spirit serve.
A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining, Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home Lonely branch, spasms in the wind Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch Young nestling skitters to the branch's edge Peers over on to sightless depths Shivers, ruffles withered feathers Spreads tousled wings And loosens fast aging down Stretches till overgrown talons graze the edge Like endless days before, Craning aching neck Eyes devouring the scene with a famished hunger- And whimpers Turns to father and warbles in longing, A sight that speaks of flight Dreams of swimming amidst the clouds To leave -slightest breeze carries words... to live The father, neck cramped, tilted, eyes swivelling to and fro Cooing and cawing, talons pawing A slight breeze, decrepit feathers hauled away in swarms A forlorn sight that reeks of abandoned dreams Warbling, cooing and cawing, pleading and pawing Pecking in apprehension, neck swivelling to and fro in exasperation "To leave father! To stretch my wings Lift from them the smell of rot and loss To fly father" "To fall! To fall, and to die!" -Wind whispers, To fall, to soar, and to live Nestling shuffles to the edge, Settles down amidst aching joints and a teetering ledge Peers down onto sightless depths -they bellow to him To fall, to fly, to Die! Fall and flutter amidst a shower of feathers Cramping wings crooked and futile To swirl into freedom carried by the stench of inevitability To fall, to fly, to die Little Nestling whimpers, nothing so glorious about death nothing so glorious without flight... Whimpers, shuffles forward, talons pricking oblivion Ruffles feathers, settles down Nestling wavers, branch bending Rotting down tickles his beak, claws dig deeper into branch Eyes feasting on sightless depths Endless fears... They scream to him To sit, to dream to fly... To sit, to dream of revitalized wings Stretching across the sky, an unveiling of freedom The shattering of chains every morning, with a stretch of wings The exercise of freedom to sit and dream to live to sit at the edge of that tottering branch creaking and bending under a restless and aging body peering over into the sky, where fickle wings will not go and with dreams, with dreams lift off this branch and fly, where body cannot and live
Morning rays unfolding like fingers formed Trace the far-reaching dreams To awaken the sleeping children To recognize the dawn Of the new world There were promises made that shall not be broken Rest assured That there's going to be Some major changes made Weeping and mourning Will be no more ... Pain and sickness Will cease to exist... No famine in the lands Feeble minds will be Granted wisdom from above This is for the betterment of mankind So, rest assured dear friends Believe me when I tell you There's a new day coming.
It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range. so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul, here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning... into the light of a love letter written to dawn. soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time, way down deep on the inside, ...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live, flower to flower, blossom to bloom, watered and deeply cared for... O' Eden. I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay, I wish a sun-rise.
Dark are my days, darkened with pain Light and joy has flown down the drain All for a cause of an unexpected zeal Meant for a heart to be captured, my captain! Dark may be my days, dark are the nights Amidst the agony, the coming days fill me up with frights Of what use is living in emptiness, in void If blank seems the mere existence, once the object of my delights! Days are forever bad, luck seems so sad With fever, it would seem fortune is clad Love meant to the enjoyers of doom The awakened, devoid of love, are among the myriad! And in the darkened depth, I smile Amidst the dark doom, I cross the mile For submissive to a fragile fate, I have experienced the holiness in good style! Saved from the swampy marsh My Life meant to be one so harsh Yet joy to be my ending reward For treading the dark tunnel can be truly dullish! Love, Love, remains the miracle Love and show mercy in amounts ample How can there be love in the dark tunnel Hope is there, for the end of the battle
ISLAM 1. Do Muslims believe he was a Messenger of One God? YES Belief in all of the Prophets and Messengers of God is a fundamental article of faith in Islam. Thus, believing in Prophets Adam, Jesus, Moses, and Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon them) is a requirement for anyone who calls him or herself a Muslim. A person claiming to be a Muslim who, for instance, denies the Messengership of Jesus, is not considered a Muslim. The Quran says in reference to the status of Jesus as a Messenger: "The Messiah (Jesus), son of Mary, was no more than a Messenger before whom many Messengers have passed away; and his mother adhered wholly to truthfulness, and they both ate food (as other mortals do). See how We make Our signs clear to them; and see where they are turning away!" (Quran 5:75). 2. Do Muslims believe he was born of a Virgin Mother? YES Like Christians, Muslims believe Mary, Maria in Spanish, or Maryam as she is called in Arabic, was a chaste, virgin woman, who miraculously gave birth to Jesus. "Relate in the Book the story of Mary, when she withdrew from her family, to a place in the East. She screened herself from them; then We sent to her Our spirit (angel Gabriel) and he appeared before her as a man in all respects. She said: I seek refuge from you in God Most Gracious (come not near) if you do fear God. He said: Nay, I am only a Messenger from your Lord, to announce to you the gift of a pure son. She said: How shall I have a son, when no man has ever touched me, and I am not unchaste? He said: So it will be, your Lord says: 'That is easy for Me; and We wish to appoint him as a sign unto men and a Mercy from Us': It was a matter so decreed" (Quran 19:16-21). 3. Do Muslims believe Jesus had a miraculous birth? YES The Quran says: "She (Mary) said: 'O my Lord! How shall I have a son when no man has touched me.' He (God) said: 'So (it will be) for God creates what He wills. When He has decreed something, He says to it only: 'Be!'- and it is" (3:47). It should also be noted about his birth that: "Verily, the likeness of Jesus in God's Sight is the likeness of Adam. He (God) created him from dust, then (He) said to him: 'Be!'-and he was" (Quran 3:59). 4. Do Muslims believe Jesus spoke in the cradle? YES "Then she (Mary) pointed to him. They said: 'How can we talk to one who is a child in the cradle?' He (Jesus) said: 'Verily! I am a slave of God, He has given me the Scripture and made me a Prophet; " (19:29-30).
To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position. It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country. In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect. No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall. The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army. May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time, For we are ENGLAND . . full of love . . . full of Pride!
Jesus-You're So Wonderful! Jesus—You're so beautiful and wonderful to me! You've opened my blind eyes— now I can see! I've seen your love in my famly as well. You're so good—more than words can tell! For all of my failures— you have forgiven, And are patiently showing me your way of livin'! Living for you is so very precious! And your word is so very nutricious! Your kindness to me— I have not deserved. Your blessings to me have so graciously been served. You've been so patient with me and so kind. Your promises have stood the test of time. Thank you Jesus-you're truly my best friend. And have been there for me again and again. How precious you are— words alone can't express. Calling "Abba father" I am so blessed! I long to be refreshed by your presence each day. I love you more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton (c) 2006
Our beautiful mother, Who gave birth to us, Nurtured us and raised us, With loving care, Our companion all our lives, Father's beautiful wife, Friend through calm and controversy, A miracle of kindness, Taught us right from wrong, With us during our married years, Grandmother and great-grandmother, Godly and religious, Looking after all her children, Loved and respected by us all, I remember her whimsical sense of humour, She had the patience that passeth understanding, A tribute to all mothers on this special day, Happy Mother's Day and God bless you. Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Ela-Jane is two years old, she has cancer of the lungs! Don't think this a tragedy, she's bright as the morning sun. Chemo will last over a year, she's doing really great; Doctors from around the world review her current state. It's good to see her smiling face and the twinkle in her eyes, To watch her skip and dance and play and hear her excited cries. I know sometimes she's not too well, or even in the mood To play with her toys, watch TV or even have some food. At times like these it's very hard to be quite positive, Hope and faith play their part but love is what we give. Time is the measure of everything and fate will play its part, But when you believe in miracles it soothes an aching heart! There isn't a ready answer when children are very ill! Some kids will soon recover, others never will. Why do I tell this story? It's to help you understand: The faith of a child is simple, they need us close at hand.
In view of God's mercy I say this to you offer your body as a sacrifice in a manner pure and true it's about finally living well in the body of Christ to be holy, pleasing and acceptable in God's sight no longer willing to conform to the patterns of worldly designs now willing to be transformed with a godly renewal of the mind for by the grace that was given to each and everyone to not think so highly of yourself but to be humble like the Son It's time for us to start living much healthier lives for our bodies are precious temples in the eyes of Christ so fed it well, exercise it and abstain from drugs and drink to be sober in our judgement and the way we now think It's about us living well in the body of Christ to understand we all have different roles in life just as the ears do the hearing your talent might be teaching just as the feet do the walking your gift might be preaching just as the hands do the touching your function might be serving just as the eyes do the seeing your purpose in God's sight is worth preserving living well in the body of Christ according to the grace that was given to us living well in the body of Christ by the mercy of Christ Jesus now healthier, now fitter, exercising and eating right full of the joy of the Lord basking in His brilliant light to be encouraging, giving generously, diligent and cheerful in life it's all about living well in the body of our Lord Jesus the Christ
two people telling their stories one fighting, one worries warm breath shifts into white clouds cancer's death a freezing shroud I listened to the both of them their trust a private gem I felt their huge and intimate fears while walking on both saw my tears ©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012 GiMmI.. WhAt I wAnT.. wHaT I rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt..... <3 Contest Judged: 12/17/2012 12:00:00 AM Sponsored by: Tracie- Indigo Dreamweaver 5 Living contrasts Ellie Daphne van Stralen
They said her time had come No place to run No place to hide No time for fun Just an empty vessel inside Going through the motions Numb. Overwhelming emotions They said her time had come They said her time had come Evil coats She wants to run She desires to have fun Not understanding why she can not play It is now the month of May Another denial letter Another denial to get better They said her time had come They said her time had come Why such looks of sorrow? She doesn't understand For there is always tomorrow Evil coats She takes a breath Smelling all of the flowers No place to hide Now literally an empty vessel inside They said her time had come Her time had come Her bald head Just four years old She looks to comfort from her mom and dad Why do they look so sad? Evil coats drag them away She never got that chance to go out and play Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. The room floods with long white coats Now to heaven this little girl floats Her time had come They said her time had come She was just a name No money, undeserving of fame Easy for her to be denied If only the suits had looked her in the eyes Who is to blame? Sent to the free clinic Now dead at four No insurance Ooops! What a shame… She could have been saved Now two parents at her grave Once a happy family, now destroyed Because THEY said her time had come
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Empty inside wishing that I had someone to talk to because my heart is froze an oh so cold. Where can I run??? there's know where to hide or go this place has me trap in a close tiny corner. I need someone to hold me and take this pain away, that sleep with me every nigth. I anit looking for someone to love me I'm just looking for someone to warm my heart up. And show me a new way to be loved "I had a few ups and downs and I wanna turn it the right way all around". Because I don't plan on leaving my life like this any longer, ever again I have learned and I'm not ganna keep on repeating this love thing another time. So I'm saying goodbye old love and god bless but I need to love myself the right way.
Inspiration is all around me. It swirles in the midst of darkness and deceit. Blinded by dry tears...the deliverers of this blessed word find me when I know not what to look for or where... I and my kind walk in circles looking for and end to pain, deceit, betrayal, unlove, uncareing. We are looking...but not invane. When the circles we walk in seem endless take heart and know that it is not a downward spiral... Keep looking and you will see... (C)....Catherine Buchner 2012
"...things come in three…" before I look to TV my stomach sinks at the idea already perhaps more news to darken my day watch the tide grow in stains of decay another horizon as Atlantis rising can it be? "...don't scare us…" why, so we can care.less? and if you don't think I'm pro.human then it's you that should come to the shoreline hear the innocent die in the ocean watch a child cry from convenience stores that supply dried food in a bag "...here kid…" have a mc.nugget moms busy and so is dad… we're working like we've never had because we don't and you won't either because there is no hope for better so swallow our rant and our shant with more want because the world is going to sh!t….. ..... stop it. unacceptable vent smells of a slick I cant oil that soils more then a gaping vent designed to crush our will and intent fight back… explore unknowns rethink the world how we live how we 'own' rethink how we learn… "...grow something…" for a heal.thy.body reinvent the weheal rein in the 'repent' learn to value smart a heart unspent rethink… everything. < 3
The Grace To Grow Through peril in its intact We have every reason by which to over react The Grace to grow; Many a shoulder to cry inflate the ego Through our hard stance with fate We lock our doors & protect out faith In long lines at the store lest I emplore Shades of trim left for me to begin In oscillating ivory towers a man from Mars The Grace to grow From a little seed next the full grain blown to harvest once again We can plant a seed deep enough through troubled waters come among Shades of gems crimsome with rubbies The cedar as a way of illumination Perhaps I'm in need of a break on some long awaited vacation? The Grace to grow
Are you among the ones that have health issues? Whether physically, mentally where there is no hope thinking that there is no cure? Well have to admit my earthly body hurts a lot. Taking medicines, treatments, doctors opinions is all I got. My inner soul is quite well by the way. God has granted me another hour another day. Spiritually many do not know the Father. This is sad their path is wide while the Lord's path is narrow this much I've gathered. Right now this health problem is taking its toll. My wife loves me and sometimes I think that she would be better off without me, I'm not healthy I'm old. She loves me this I do know is it fair to her? A budding younger man vibrant and healthy would be better for her, maybe a life changer. I love her dearly because of my health is it fair for me to hang on? She reminds me every day about love, God has put us together, and together we belong. Pretty sad that I'm worth more dead than alive. She reminds me about love of God and she won't let me quit, we together will survive. Married by God she reminds me for better or for worse. In love having Faith we certainly have no curse. Our Father knows the time of our demise. My wife, my soul mate, my best friend says that the Lord is powerful and it will be alright.
C'mon you ole devil, take your best shot! You kidding? That's it? Is that all you got? I know where I'M going; He's saved me a spot I'll warn you once more in case you forgot You're messin' with one of God's children I'm CHOSEN, you see and that is my role You WILL NOT BEAT ME if that is your goal You may take my body but can't touch my soul Go back and gnaw in your fiery red hole! You're messin' with one of God's children I'm STRONG from the trials that I have been through The fears and the tears from paying what's due I've felt His wrath and His grace and love too I've seem much tougher than the likes of you! You're messin' with one of God's children I'm bald as a baby's naked behind My chest is a wreck but you won't hear ME whine! My looks ain't the book on how I'm defined You might wanna' bear this thought in your mind You're messin' with one of God's children Go bug someone else you think you might scare! Someday I'll sit back in my rockin' chair With those who I love, laughing at despair If not, that's okay...I'm in His kind care You're messin' with one of God's children For Anthony's 'Think Pink' contest This is a re-titled, edited and extended version of a poem I posted 5 years ago after my daughter Crissy's double mastectomy This is dedicated to her. She's now cancer free...Still kickin' ass and taking names!
No one knows how he feels, unable to speak, he can only rely on his eyes to share what lies beneath. Hot topic on the news and in hospitals, Mommie wonders,"why him", Daddy says, "I can't win" and the story begins. Controversy and disbelief, dreams deferred and no relief. Research incomplete. The world shatters and no one exists beyond right now. Stomping and frustration maximized silence to loud. No words yet creativity at its best, spiritual connection observed while attempting to rest. An angel, a catalyst for change, limited but potential so far out of range, tears crawl. "NO MOMMIE, ITS NOT YOUR FAULT!" Donations, sacrifices and education, prayer and communication, with those who have overcome the devastation. Autism, is not a fatal condition. Is is an opportunity to have faith in God's position. Only special people can change the world.
Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair. Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere. They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day. They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways. God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads… And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead. The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too. For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you. Love and work together is how they are slowly earned. And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn. But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives? I would say it's given by Gods divine grace, in time.
******** When the World as it appear Has collapsed beyond All Tears' Why should I cry.... -------- When I could just die -------- When life grows' beyond Meaning And there is no reason To try.... ------- My life has no meaning There is no truth Only a lie And Dream of Happiness that loom From above And I do ask? Just one more time.... Please let me try! Poet Author Gary Fields
When my son was young and so very, very wild… I loved him dearly for he was my child. But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep. I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep. We found a private High school with new peers to seek. Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap. He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again. But the day he was on his own, became the best that's ever been. His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out. Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout. I'll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed. I'll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know. Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids. They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids. All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right. They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life. They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse. Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance. He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience. My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last. And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...
Water In My Eyes It's hard to take off, when you're left grounded. Something lost I can't find it. I can't see my way anymore, I need a guide "Hard to see with water in your eyes" A feeling that comes over you, it comes and goes Often now putting me to my knees, a thirst for knowledge has grown. Interpretations given to me, I want to fly but I'm stuck on the ground is what I realized. I can't see my way anymore, I need a guide "Hard to see with water in your eyes" You carry those you lost and offer you in their place, all you have are the memories a heart ache, a still picture of their face. Quest for knowledge you have shown, you can only save yourself when it's time to kneel at the thrown. Interpretations given to me, still unable to fly I can't see my way anymore, I need a guide "Hard to see with water in your eyes" Arms out reached in front of me, waiting for a touch back to assist and help guide me, I know your there even in the open air, as the breeze passes by pushing out the water in my eye. Looking to the sky before it drips drops and it freezes. As u notice only your sign the one only you can see. If you found it it's meant for you to continue to believe. Before you know it you're looking up into the sky. You see clearly through a dry eye. No more needs God has heard you and now he will guide you. Walking a set path try to live a life right. God will always give you your way of sight. Keeping faith is all for just such a reason. It's nice to see through all life's seasons. But almost daily it gets blurry and things change size. "Hard to see with water in your eyes" By Paul J Williams Sr
Glowing and white, pure liquid flowing My heart is expanding. And I hear angels singing a song that fills my soul. Rose petals are falling. A slow steady walk, a gentle loping grace. My smiling man in all black So gorgeous. So perfect. So mine. My face is shining. The angels are singing. Rose petals are falling. A steady warmth So strong, and so deep That gentle heat fills me to my core And I find myself falling Falling…Falling….falling. Rose petals are falling.
Lonely and dull was the path Seeing the way, none could laugh Disease hung in the air Life seemed to go nowhere Of what use would be living If maimed, none would dare to be boasting Desperate was the current flow When hope sparked us all in one go Dust flew in from the skies Dust came in without any ties Angels cried at our plight Saddened at our darkened sight So they gave us a boon, Stardust, sparkling, in the heat of noon Silvery, shiny, deep with hue Lyrical, magical, it seemed not true Those who did inhale the dust Could do nothing except to let go of their lust Life is meant to be lived Life is meant not to be re-lived! So, come, let us sing and dance To the name of faith, in all abundance! 15 October 2012 Anoucheka Gangabissoon
*A assignment was due in class. * Every time a gun shoots A tree looses its roots Every time there is bloodshed Along with it millions of tears are shed Every time a heart is stabbed Someone else's life gets barren As violence grows Many more mothers moan The sounds of destruction Overpowers the voice of those Who are innocent Who suffer with no reason Who beg for life Who have heart full of innocence Why do so much violence? That the child's cry cannot be heard When his father is killed Why do so much violence? That a mother moans Over her child's dead remains Why do so much violence For winning any stupid battle Which is taking lives Of people who have wives And mothers and children When you can keep calm Talk things out Do whatever you can To keep violence out Because there is no sin as big as VIOLENCE
Heartbroken again Another lonely day gone by, until I cry But no I won't shed another tear Not today and not this year I need to stand firm and assert my authority But there are days when I don't feel too pretty My beauty is inside waiting to be shown My heart is on my sleeve hanging all alone But no more tears, atleast not today I need to keep these dark spirits away My heart can be mended and my faith not shaken Now it seems my love has been taken Stolen, from its original state where it was protected Now it's become fragile and rejected But I will start another day and take back my love Take back my heart and take back me trust And I will share my faith and love through the year But today I will not shed another tear.
a righteous heart soothes and heals mind, body and soul— take God's righteous path
What do I desire... if not abundance and peace? Soul, ask them with faith.
Let me just say… I'm not a scientist hear Not a preacher, not a seeker, Just Eternally a student and believer. Simple Ways are my Teacher And, I haven't read much, I don't know books I Don't go to church, Or get checked up. Can't quote a thing or Talk on medicine Ooo, and I don't do math… ;) Reckon I better add that and Having done so, I'm here to say, something About something I do believe, which is There's no such thing as "Junk" DNA ... " what if " ... we still 'have it', because it's worth having… AND ... " what if " ... there are so many ANDs in the Books because that means something… :) outstANDingly, Good… not that I've read them, but I glanced them and the ANDs stAND out… \shurgs/ ... and & dna… & & & 777 = 21 U… get it yet? ;) ...if not, check. The Key.board. HUGs! &AND&&...include everything.
Death plays tricks on all that exclaim. Life withers you away without fame. Love can sweep away any kind of blame. Lust will drive you into a dangerous game. One without the other will drive you insane. Each one you must control to kill the pain. Your soul, heart and mind will complain. Your spirit can guide you on a level plain. These things I have learned from others I see. These things are a part of us and yes even me. My faith holds me to the ground under a tree. Blessings that are given keep me forever free.
Are we awake or are we still sleeping? Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping. Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new, Aware of the lies and hidden from what's true. Worship the evil and turn away the pure, Developing disease with an unknown cure. Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy. Killing the sick and drugging the healthy. Going to war for some kind of power, Building tall structures over all types of flower. Cutting the trees and polluting the air, All out of greed, with no sort of care. Turning us against our own, And help from up above. Making us beings of hate, Instead of ones of love. Demonizing the mystic, Criticizing the wise. Making our own family members, Into people that we despise. Awaken to the torment, Be aware of all the pain. Those who are misleading, And claiming that we are insane.
I'm new internally…. If you cut me I will bleed, But I'm new true indeed. Created by my maturity, I will prosper with security And all my dreams will come true; because I am new…. No longer playing silly games No longer fantasize No longer playing silly games No longer compromise During the day I feel the same, pray I won't go insane Clouds have given me thunderous rain, but I walk with open eyes. Aware God has me clear in sight…..I no longer run, I stand, I fight. And when there are no stars at night. My vision still sees a beautiful sight. Because I'm New.
You have unfailingly demonstrated your love every law supporting our galaxy is so harmonious that this little blue paradise could not exist every thread and movement so precise we can measure its movements right down to atomic levels All so this small space could provide everything anyone who had any appreciation might understand that we have been provided abundantly every delight in the way of plans for a Utopia Yet the movements of every ruling body of science religions governments corporations seem bent on destruction tampering with the finesse of precision incorporated in the molecules of life Continuous self reproduction and regeneration in nature right down to making "seeds who self destruct" to make nature exactly as themselves I divorce publicly these unions of violence demonstrated in their every thought and deed poisonous words poisonous chemicals totalitarian ideology pandemic to the leaders of these factions warring with each other hoarding the wealth of a planet given freely to the father of our species And if you don't believe that then think nature gave it freely of her every fruit produced by her ground YOU WARRING FOOLS who delight in the peril and fall of your own family who know not nor recognize your own worth or the worth of everything and everyone around you No , but you fall at the feet admiringly of all these mongrels the media who worship these fine movers and shakers who roll right over you and think you should be trained groupies these men who kill your planet with ideologies and philosophies whose very design is to denigrate your worth and exalt themselves Therefore I will exalt in your instruction the progenitor of life for as surly as we examine the work of life we are moved by its abundant wealth freely shared with all who live on this little rock to examine why we all are unable to fluently live within its confines I think I will not walk off the cliff today gravity is my friend if I know her rules COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
My mother never knew what to do with me. I was an obligation that needed to be. But I wanted her to love me. Simply… love… me. I would do anything to please her. Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did. But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done. Needless to say our relationship wasn't what I wanted it to be. I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. I had a daughter who didn't live. And my mom said someone like me shouldn't have kids. Though she didn't know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health. Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere. I didn't show it but hidden…my health wasn't all that good. My husband's diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine. I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart. Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. The son I'd always wanted to have. I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn. He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere. He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong. My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son. He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn't there for him. I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved. That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way. I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son. But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son. But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him. It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in. And it's even stranger to tell that… The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else's son. He's my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again. Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.
I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.
I am a ghost, drifting aimlessly from place to place. All will power is sucked out of me, like a black hole in my soul. My two cents are worth nothing in this world. I am merely hidden behind a mask, Dodging this never-ending path of fun house mirrors. The mental battle is relentless, Creating illusions that deep down I know aren't true. A sham, a mock of my former self. He is the force clutching me tightly, Ceasing me from all aspects of reality. He is anorexia. Compared to him, I am weak. I am worth nothing. I resist his force to no avail, Only to stumble and crumble once again. Pointing fingers does no good. Trust me, I've tried. But no one is to blame. Not family, not society, not myself. Yet each day is a new beginning. An opportunity to change. An opportunity to prosper. Along with an opportunity to fail and give in. He is charismatic, Telling me I am helpless without him. I trusted him, but no longer. No longer will I obey. No longer will I be defeated. No longer will I surrender to his selfish commands. When he presses me to give up, Ambition cries, "Keep fighting." I struggle to my feet, Longing for closure. I fall short again, Knowing if I strive to achieve, I will. Knowing if I aim to succeed, I will. Knowing if I risk failure, it could happen. Yet without attempt, there is no prosperity. I will not give in. I will not back down. I will not lose. I will escape this war triumphant, No matter the cost.
7. Do Muslims believe that Jesus was the son of God? NO "Say: "God is Unique! God, the Source [of everything]. He has not fathered anyone nor was He fathered, and there is nothing comparable to Him!" (Quran 112:1-4). The Quran also states: "Such was Jesus, the son of Mary; it is a statement of truth, about which they vainly dispute. It is not befitting to the majesty of God, that He should beget a son. Glory be to Him! When He determines a matter, He only says to it, 'Be' and it is" (Quran 19:34-35). 8. Do Muslims believe Jesus was killed on the cross then resurrected? NO ""They did not kill him, nor did they crucify him, but they thought they did." (Quran 4:156) "God lifted him up to His presence. God is Almighty, All-Wise" (Quran 4:157) .
I'm Always Around by BJ Welsh I'm not near, but I'm really not so far If you look up I'll be the brightest star Looking down upon God's project earth Watching and waiting for a rebirth When you speak I will always listen My points will seem to shine and glisten Giving you guidance when things seem tough Steady now it may be rough When we meet again someday Be it there or far away I'm here for now and always will Never escaping, did you feel that chill? My spirit wind brushed by your side Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide When we meet again someday Be it there or far away You've given me hope and reason to breath It's not yet time for me to leave I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance When we meet again someday Be it near or far away
I believe in angels I saw one just today She sat beside a mother As they took her child away She wrapped her wings around her She listened while mom prayed Through coffee cups and flowing tears And yet the angel stayed Nurses, doctors came and went Daylight turned to eve Mom sat alone or paced the halls And yet the angel would not leave Scrubs of green approached the doors With paper shoes; mask hanging free The angel stayed because she knew The news was bad, you see A little boy was draped in light He joined the angel by her side They held mom's hand as she was told Her baby boy had died.
s- is or the slithering sound youre tounge makes when trying to think, the star in the moonlight sky that catches yur eye, the sight you once seen and will nevr forget in yur drems as u follow up into quiet peace. l- is for the light that makes the magic happean so you cant deny stareing, the laughter that makes u giggle and want to shout out at the same time, the love that is shares and brings to yur heart e- is for exciteing, the exciteing heartrenching dream you soon encounter while trying to hold back yur giggles and smiles while trying to close yur eyes and sleep. e- is also for the extravagent and endless memorys and journeys you once fullfill in yur dream, the encounter of ones hopes, and sights never seen or forgotten just rememberd. p- is for the people you meet in yur cloud, the peole you see and remeber and once loved or are trying to think about all the time and every day until the day u see them again it seems like forever. also the places, you travel so beutiful, and detailed, only created by yur mind, only yur mind can see them and noone else can but you, pictures, that will last forever as you take trying to capture all of those memory's by casting a photo here and there, but youll never find whats in yur dreams unless you just sink yur heart into one sync of yur own creativity and let go of everything and just lay in still peacefull silence as the wind sweeps youre tight muscles and acheing pains away, far away to the very botom of yur soul, let yourself dream, let youre dreams cast you away, let yur heart dream, just fall into a quiet sleep forever where only you can dream away and forever fall into sweet rest. just let yur heart open up wider then yur eyes can see, just fall into loveing paralyzeing sleep.
My faith is a source of comfort In the turbulent storm that has become my life After all, God has graced me with special powers But when it comes to my personal anguish, his ways are unknowable I have managed to estrange almost everyone Personal relationships collapse around me But there is a man who loves me, somewhere across the world Even though he claims he's never been interested The poems he writes under a woman's name Tell me all I need to tell myself is true And I resent that he pretends I am an intrusion While whispering the words of his true soul, elsewhere If only his friends that call me crazy knew! They would be humbled, to say I should be the one ashamed And realize that they are the stalkers, not me It cannot possibly be that those poems are actually written by the woman It hurts, when people call me mentally ill God cured my sickness, years ago And has retained my prophetic abilities Despite my repeated lies No, I still have my gift Which means that God has forgiven He saw it as a tool for survival In the rift of challenges from people who feign disinterest But who carry me on in their heart I will be your salvation Please don't see my promises of eternal love as a threat As a matter of fact, I'm growing impatient with you Why do you keep lying about who you are and your feelings for me? Why are you embarrassing me like this? I contacted your work to tell them you were a liar I put your address out, with threats to tell your wife I knew it would draw you nearer to me Because I am helping you get over your illness You can pray it away, like I did. That "friend" of yours is the devil in disguise She will eat away at your soul I cannot believe you let her say these horrible things to me! It's so obvious that she wants to be with you Even though she keeps telling me you are happily married Wow, you are really starting to enrage me With your insistence that you are not in love with me And lying to fool a few people that you do not share my faith You don't respond properly to threats of hell But that is where you will end up, if you keep this company I refuse to accept you for what you say you are It's okay - I know the truth And I love the real you unconditionally People sickly claim that I cannot understand love Now stop ignoring me, you monster! Why are men so hard to understand How can someone of faith be so blasphemous I am your angel of light, your lamp And you shut the door in my face I will haunt you, for the rest of your life
Can't do everything have to learn to Overcome resistance to help Need love to feel you can Thank people and return the love by Reward good deeds, dont have to be perfect Own imperfections and how to counterbalance them Let yourself make mistakes
I did not find myself to be so important So I ask my friends do I seem distant? When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings I do care, about my friends they are all good people They tend to stand on their high steeple Today I find myself not so aware Disbanding my fear of regret and care Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out For some reason I am just full of doubt I care about so many things and what I have is confusion One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone I ask my friends the same question once again I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end So many thoughts that come out of my feeling I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing They ask me questions and I answer theirs But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way It's just so simple to answer someones problem I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow
Have you ever wondered what lies in your horizon? Is it the wreckage of a wasted life or the beauty of Zion? Creating and destroying; so on and so forth Life continues, chaotic, steadfast in it's course The order of all things is beyond our control The wonderful earth, the awe-inspiring universe, even our own soul To reach out, to grasp the stars, to embrace fate Moving onward, have faith, resist the urge to hesitate Achieve what you feel is right, say what you have to say Do not live in fear, nurture love in your heart, follow your own way Break habits, break patterns, break addiction Be compassionate, be strong, live with conviction Unknown is the destiny of everything that is Embrace each moment, each day, have the courage to live
Live like a dream, As some would say. Today is all; You will die someday. You eat and sleep, As some would say. Make merry till All your money can pay. Oh! This beautiful world As some would say. Will last forever and ever. Let the fun be on display! Until they see As some would say. The imminent face of fate On the bed they lay. If death is relentless. As some would say. There must be a purpose here, For us to stay. Lest, you are one As some would say. Who got it all wrong; And believed what the heedless say.
Pink Slime, Pesticides And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs And we wonder why there is an increase in learning disabilities among children today I say it's because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. I do understand that demand is high so we have to do somethin' So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that's hard to digest I mean what's really the cause? There's more kids with disabilities today than there ever was I say it's because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. Pink Slime and Pesticides..We're eating stuff that's been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
The passion that comes When greeted by a storm Is nothing I can explain The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body Making my every nerve numb As the light flickers And the thunder claps I can feel my heart beat faster The rain on the roof Like a drum Sends my body in a rhythmic dance The wind is my partner As I float around Above the ground Leaving my worries behind
Child I've heard thou reverent pleas, Loathsome sickness please take from me, Tortured lungs through which you barely gasp, Toil in pain and through breathing rasp! Weakness comes as you lay bedridden and frail, Darkness creeps and misery hopes to prevail, Child I watch and protect you from up above, GOD in heaven sends angels pouring out His love! To bathe you with healing and strength to press on, Listen to Him child,He annoints you in healing song, His Word casts the darkness and demons from your mind, You're His sacred soul and in Him, true love you will find! Child as you go through this trial, stronger will you be, Satan will be cast down, GOD's power will set you free, Barriers that he has set will turn to dust as you pray, Dragon warrior you will be; by faith your course will stay! ©Jane Richer 03/02/2012 For Jenn-breathe deep, breathe sweet!
The frailness of a blank pallet. Now conforms under hazed eyes that weep. Does it bring truth to her treacherous past? Oh' she is sure to find peace. Life turns an unknown path. Repulsive thoughts cease. Sun breaks through. Clouds lye no more on her tormented soul. Reflections' sore heals in time. Carry me to better place. For now, I own the will to forget.
You were a waste of time Not even deserving of a good rhyme Fist clenched, sweat damping my face Anxious to find my place I take the first step It takes a hold Just as if I were driving wearing a blindfold Grabs me tight I try so hard to fight I feel my heart race, I begin to pace At least it reminds me that I'm part of the human race I take the first step First we meet to say our goodbyes I say must walk alone I say must fall alone For I am capable of picking myself up Embracing the world like a new born pup I am sorry to say…I can no longer stay So afraid of failing That was why I kept on bailing I am now ready to take the next step I can no longer hide I need to realize my own ability buried deep inside I set myself free And finally discover the real me You see my dear… It is this little thing in life that hinders us This little thing we call FEAR…
When can I come home my baby ask me When mom can I be free Your mistakes have got you here Just hold on for a few weeks dear I know it hard to be away But you will come home someday When mommy I want to come back with you I know son I want you to come with me too But it is not up to me it is up to you You have to stay here till your treatment is threw I will be with you all the way I will write and visit as often as i can You have to be strong be mommy's little man God will watch out for you when I can not But even if I am not there your not forgot So just hold on son it will be alright You will be home soon so I can hug you thight For my son who is away at a boot camp for boys right now because of his actions at school he is bipolar and has add sometimes it is hard to watch what our children have to go threw and know there is nothing you can do to help except for pray. and hope that time and love will help. thanks to all my friends on the soup for giving me a place to vent my feelings some it means alot to write and know it is heard. Thanks to all Nita
Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder '' The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure. I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes. As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid. Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention. Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way. I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make. Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake. Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect. Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA Date: 26-10-11
In the process of healing a man in Bethsaida who was blind Jesus had to touch him for a second time most healings that Jesus performed didn't require all that much no more than a prayer, a word or the power in His garments when touched omnipotent is our Savior whose mercy is so great sometimes a healing would occur just by someone having faith no great effort did He exert when healing time after the time but on this occasion a second touch was needed to heal the blind Bethsaida was a town that was cold to the Gospel where the atmosphere for spirituality was virtually impossible yet we seem to have a Bethsaida mentality in today's society where hope and faith are not prevalent in the hearts of humanity but God has the power to turn the situation around He can take a Bethsaida mind set and put it on sacred ground from horror to holy from darkness to light from faithless to faithful from wrong to right from stubborn to obedient from meek to bold God can give a second touch and His power will manifold now Jesus was one who always pushed the boundaries and there's nothing that He wouldn't do to save humanity yet people will stay blind if they're unwilling to trust in Him totally and if He has to put spit on your eyes so what now you can see we need to get off our high horses and stop acting like snobs as trying to keep up with the Jones will result in God being robbed we need to stop treating each others as objects or things where if you're not wealthy of famous by the world you're not even seen sometimes a second touch is what is required for the holy power of God to get the results it desires sometimes a second touch is needed to jump start one's heart to keep one from becoming a member of the dearly depart and after that second touch the blind man could now see as many things in life a second touch is what needs to be the first touch from God may open your eyes but the second touch will awaken you to realize what is your purpose your reason for being on the right road of life now clearly seeing a second touch from God might be just what you are needing to get you motivated towards the life you should be leading a second touch from God might be just what is required for you to become that disciple compelled by spiritual desire a second touch from God might be what you need to begin on the road of life that is one free from sin
Twists and turns are life Happy or sad, you decide It shall stay that way
care for your body-- it is God-given; keep it intact and holy
Have all my needs All my deeds set With seeds of life
A spark of life Fire in my belly Giving what I have Serving you Honouring, who I truly am Loving you, in return
Too often, a simple X-ray makes militant atheists pray. Volodymyr Knyr 2014
Seriousness settles in, like an old friend Seriousness spreads like a disease Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away Our wonder in life, diminishing Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness! Days and years, rolling into one Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring "What day is it?" "Don't smile or your face might crack!" Judgemental, cantankerous! Pompous attitudes, of modern day man Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what's familiar Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness! The mind focused on its self created drama's Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside The past lives on, the present forgotten What was once important, now, left on the back burner Hard headed, victim orientated Righteous, self absorbed Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand Becoming, our best friends The vampire suckers of vitality Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way Lost, amongst the thick of it Not knowing any different Everything becoming an illusion Seeing things as it should be In our own little universe, no one else's! Entrapment of the mind Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love Numb, to the outside Numb, on the inside Desensitized! Going crazy! Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation Ignorance meets insanity!
....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.
This is a one Woman Campaign To promulgate life To proclaim His Name To create a human Life Newly formed in Heaven On this New Earth ------ And She shall do one thing To give a new birth For the King And to me that is such an Tremendous' thing ------ And their is one thing That I would like to say Honor thy Mother -And- And that rings' true To this very day ------ Fore it it weren't for Mother's Then their will be no Mother's To speak of.. And but, by the Grace of God A Mother is a Mother Seem that one was born Just only yesterday Note: Respect Thy Mother and Thy Father...gf GF
Introduction: *A Piece for Islam*...Skins will olden, but souls will revive. Only if we believe and survive. Islam is the way to freedom, It's my pass to Thy Kingdom My Taqwa, my Ibadah, my Tawbah I shall never abandon In this month I wear a vest Where In pockets live the best, Thy mercy is only I seek My humble one request. This rainfall, Thou bestowed Thy bliss Upon our souls and bravura trees, It's everything a Muslim as I Should need to spend within my Deen. Ya Rahman! Ya Rahim! Ya Allah! My Allah! Only to Thee I submit, Only in Thee I believe. At hours of darkness I prostrate Thus every day Thy grant and heal The scars I bear in fights for You, To You my faith is beyond surreal The struggle I admire to bear It pulls me towards You so near, In this month I share and care, I won't wipe off my stream of tears In the Night of Power, In Laylat al-Qadr, I cry for Thy forgiveness I pray for Thy guidance. O' Allah! O' Redeemer! To Thee I do surrender, My life in Thy presence it shines, I breathe so brightly; I survive As long as I'm alive this way, Inshallah I pray I'll do just fine.
We are not aware of what we are capable of nor whether if it's wrong or right. We sometimes have the will and might and many of us will stand up and fight. To show courage and strength takes determination and motivation. Wait..... What am I talking about? We cheat, we lie, and make mistakes. We're not perfect in any way. We weren't made to live forever but made to live and wilt away. We suffer through pain and it's hardships And even sometimes experience love. Yes, I've had thoughts of suicide so I can fade away. Realizing I had issues... I didn't care. I've always known who I was inside and never gave up. I'm no philosopher like Socrates nor do I have a college degree. But I was raised to be somebody in this world even if I'm going to fail countless times. Enough about me. Lets talk about the human race. We will get up when knocked down. We will fight for people we love. We will live life like it's our last. We will love ourselves for who we are. We are only human. Our imperfections is what makes us perfect. Therefore, we are perfect in our own little way.
If it's not one thing then it's another. I'm either fighting with my dad or hearing screams from my mother. My girlfriend doesn't trust me. I can't pay for therapy. I can't do this all alone. I get down on my knees. I ask the lord for forgiveness, right before I begin. Although he is a forgiving God, how could he look upon sin? Prayer is so simple even a child can start. It's not all imagination, your faith must come from the heart. It's all so real, the thrill you feel, the chill that's going through you. You no longer fear it, the holy spirit starts showing and glowing, it's true. Who knew that you, that tough guy? The one that wouldn't believe? Then why are you always calling out for him when your unable to achieve? He's always there to help us. Stand out and give it a try. The Closer you get to God you'll see this isn't a lie. Thank you, Jesus! Praise Jesus! Halliugha! Oh Lord! I can never lose a battle using you as a sword! Life here is too short, yesterday is already gone. Knowing where you'll spend eternity will help keep you moving on. Praise God!
Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon. A cool breeze is blowing and A soft music seems to play in the air around me as I think of what life has given me. This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for. For the longest time I've been content to be there for others Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone. Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go through life without it. Life has given me you. You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going. I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have. The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full moon above me and I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air. It's inside me. I never have to be alone again. Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder. I love him And to the very core of my being I know he loves me. Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having. Life has given me Suki.
Walking know-where is somewhere, walk-on Having so much of a thing in something equals satisfaction Words trigger existing Miracles within, you are the Miracle man can justify every act, this God knows. So to all He gifted brains to think, use it. If need be, GOD you will see alive Peace here might elude but never when gone in Truth Death overwhelms, yours you would never know Love the Sinner you are not the judge, GOD is. If you feel you have been here before then you have, right the wrongs to glow Divine. Came in fast and disappeared, Let not the pursue of Wealth sweep Health ©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah
a poor woman's ballad, told in her p.o.v I ain't got a dime in nobody's bank ...and I ain't got...just to be quite frank I ain't got a paycheck from nobody's job I aint got nothing...luckily, I don't go out and rob I ain't got a car from nobody's lot ...and I ain't got...to be wasting in nobody's slot I ain't got a house on nobody's land I ain't got a pot to piss in, sometimes I pee in a can I ain't got no jewelry from nobody's store I ain't got it no more, cause they caught me at the door I ain't got a stove to be cooking nobody's food ...and I ain't got a refridgerator to be keeping jack...cool I ain't got the strength to be giving nobody a hand ...and I damn sholl' don't have a bed to be keeping nobody's man I ain't got no butter to put with this toast and I ain't got no spread to put with this bread ...so therefore, I ain't got no food to be keeping nobody fed I ain't got no cash to be letting nobody borrow a dub(20 dlrs) ...and I ain't got no money to be getting in nobody's club I ain't got no fancy clothes, high-tech whatcha- ma- call-its or no shoes made by nobody... but I do have a couple of things, thanks to somebody you see...I ain't got no riches that could be considered wealth but I went to the doctor yesterday, he told me I was in good health I ain't got nothing really to be giving, but I woke up this morning...so therefore I am living I ain't wearing no designer dress, but somehow, I ain't even stressed I ain't got no diamonds hanging down my chest ...but I'm good...cause somebody keep me alive...so therefore I am blessed
When at last we reached our bipedal stage we stood with fists raised in the air We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky as we worshiped both heaven and earth We chanted tales to the crescent moon as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain yet we stood with fists raised in the air till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains When bear and wolf were sacred beasts while soil and water our precious friends brought life to mouths of full belief respect for creatures throughout the land We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt praised the god of food and the lord of death yet we stood with fists raised in the air till the goddess of truth and justice appeared Primitive tribes much more advanced where family the woven fabric of life stitched tattered ends to meager means as they held out hope for all species Yet we cast aside our former faith dumped toxins for the wind to propel stole lives for seconds on the silver screen as we stood on the shore of our living hell When technology defeated philosophy we stood with a finger raised in the air flaunting our thoughtless victory over a social war - never declared
A lonesome dove feathered white. The branch strong, time light. ...no "wait". A dream. really blowing a sweet breeze. ...no "wait". A heart beat sitting in a tree, spirit like, ...no "wait". A rhyme. ...of atomosphere.
Please close your eyes and listen You'll hear them all around Your angels stand beside you They watch and hold your hand Their beauty is so awesome It's something to behold Feel their presence near you And let them take control You'll soon be feeling better Your health their main concern So close your eyes and listen And know you've not alone.
Positive thinking is a beautiful way of thinking, where you see goodness in every kind of dealing. Positive thinking can lead you to success. It gives you the joy you can easily access. Hope for the best in all your deeds. You will be awarded with the highest gifts. Whatever happens happens for the best. In this way you are always blessed. Positive thinking makes you confident and strong. It shows you ways where you can never be wrong. Quote: "Think positive and positive things will happen"
5. Do Muslims believe he performed miracles? YES Muslims, like Christians believe Jesus performed miracles. But these were performed by the will and permission of God, Who has power and control over all things. "Then will God say: 'O Jesus the son of Mary! recount My favor to you and to your mother. Behold! I strengthened you with the Holy Spirit (the angel Gabriel) so that you did speak to the people in childhood and in maturity. Behold! I taught you the Book and Wisdom, the Law and the Gospel. And behold: you make out of clay, as it were, the figure of a bird, by My leave, and you breathe into it, and it becomes a bird by My leave, and you heal those born blind, and the lepers by My leave. And behold! you bring forth the dead by My leave. And behold! I did restrain the children of Israel from (violence to you) when you did show them the Clear Signs, and the unbelievers among them said: 'This is nothing but evident magic' (5:110). 6. Do Muslims believe in the Trinity? NO Muslims believe in the Absolute Oneness of God, Who is a Supreme Being free of human limitations, needs and wants. He has no partners in His Divinity. He is the Creator of everything and is completely separate from His creation. God says in the Quran regarding the Trinity: "People of the Book (Jews and Christians)! Do not exceed the limits in your religion, and attribute to God nothing except the truth. The Messiah, Jesus, son of Mary, was only a Messenger of God, and His command that He conveyed unto Mary, and a spirit from Him. So believe in God and in His Messengers, and do not say: 'God is a Trinity.' Give up this assertion; it would be better for you. God is indeed just One God. Far be it from His glory that He should have a son. To Him belongs all that is in the heavens and in the earth. God is sufficient for a guardian" (Quran 4:171).
The Fight for Life As you approach this battle keep your head held high Because faith and positivity will help you thrive This fight is one where all of our family will be involved No problem no illness approaches us that we cannot solve You are a strong woman but together we will not be beat You are not alone we will all keep you on your feet These treatments will not be easy they will not seem possible to endure Remember these treatments could be the only cure We need you to fight this battle and accept our support The courage to get through is something you cannot be taught Courage comes from the deepest darkest place in your heart But courage will shine through during the darkest of parts Your strength is admired your smile is cherished and sweet You have to believe that cancer is something you can defeat Keep smiling and showing others that you have hope That you are not afraid to ski down this very steep slope We all believe in you and that you will conquer this war When it all is over we will all value our lives so much more I speak for the family when I say GOOD LUCK and STAY STRONG We will be here beside you the whole way no matter how long
My life is a rhythm of a universe which has gone forth complete and changing from the hands of my creator I am one with myself but was once not me Till I pass my life on… I live! I am humble and grateful - For the changes of the seasons For the flow of my heart's desire For the salt in my tears For the pain of my wounds For the sweetness of every bite For the care of my companions For the love of my beloved For the lessons that I learn For the path of my destiny For the beauty my eyes behold For the moments of truth that remind me of all of the above Till I pass my life on… I live!
I remember the days when I was young, Each summer my parents would rent a cottage, A place away from the busy city, Usually the cottage would be near a lake, Supervised and safe to swim, The handsome lifeguard would be nearby, We would go swimming in the calm waters, There was a limit as to how far we could swim, My parents and I became good swimmers, We could hear the sound of the birds singing in the morning, Our cottage was comfortable, There was a beautiful simplistic kitchen, Where you could cook your meals, That reminded me of the pioneers and their simple way of living, Discovering that all again was such a blessing, Conversations with neighbours and friends, A vacation with God's blessing. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Lost, following darkness at an exaggerated speed. Feeling helpless with an ever growing need. Trying to catch your breath with a tremendous scare. Its there, all you have to do is inhale the air. Panic is an unwelcome, yet familiar friend. Dear God, tell me this isn't the end. He isn't even six weeks old and here he lays. Death banging at the door, chased away by she who prays. Thank you for competent nurses who love their job. Thank you for that stranger to hug you while you violently sob. I love you more every day that I see my son's bright smile. You really never left me, you were there all the while. I owe you my son's life and that broken piece of my heart. Thank you for not taking him away and ripping me apart. Dedicated to God......
These pass years, I have been in a quest.. There are times I want to stop but I guess.. If steps and risks aren't taken, I'll be waste.. Thus, I try and try slowly not in haste.. To become a Saint, one must be chaste.. To become a hero, must death be faced? To become renown, must fame be chase? However, to be love, must one be on same race? Building long lasting & steadfast relationships.. Will require from you more than stewardship.. Even more than a deal of companionship.. And more than just friendship.. It takes the right time... Sometimes months extending to years.. Or a whole of a lifetime.. Only God knows yet stay on cheer.. By: olive_eloi 5:29pm 10/10/2013
Happy Santa Day Here's my short list of desires I wish complete peace My wish came true this very morn My tree held exquisite cross My second wish now No more greed upon the earth At the stroke of noon Golden abyss circled world. Tree had a smiley face bulb. As this day ended My third wish for no hunger Became abundant A note found, said "down-to-earth". My tree now bore so much fruit. written by Cecil Hickman
I'm watching you there dreaming, I have to come up with a plan, I'm scheming. Finding a way to escape from you, You abuse me with everything that I do. I can not live like this no more, So I'm finally leaving out your front door. The pain and torture has come to an end, You hurt me so much, it will be hard to mend. You stomped on me so much, you broke my heart, I'm leaving you now, I need a new start. I am scared and confused but know I'll make it through, Leaving you is the best thing I'll ever do. I find the courage and hold my head up high, Not even glancing back to say a good-bye. A weight has been lifted off my shoulders, The memories of you are getting colder. My spirit has been lifted, I am free, I am no longer blinded, I can see. My life finally has a good start, We are thousands of miles apart. I can walk around with a smile on my face, My life is no longer a waste. I did it, I made it through, I escaped forever from you!
Cherry Blossoms bare their fruit, virtue... . Flat tail beavers; construct their lives... . Mordant lives carry no scars... . Dormant lives wallow, there... . Seasons amble by... . Truth enlightens... . Leaves remind... . Live, fall... . Die... . Authors Note This is Nonet form of poetry written in a prose form of Conversational Style of poetry... . In practicing this Nonet form the rules are the first line of the poetry itself is a complete "Nine" syllables, as the next 8 lines cycle from eight all the way down to one... . It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. Prose Poetry is written in narrative form of poetry. When I say practicing this combination of poetry, well it is like writing in Haiku form, it requires great deal patience and thoughtfulness to complete, but when finished, it centers the mind as it opens the mind to write more freely... . Thank you for your time in reading, God bless and hey have fun yes... ?
facing the first time her wheel-chaired son on the move saddest vale of tears driving his wheelchair his face splashes happiness enjoying his ride watching two people having their own point of view I can relate to we meet now and then all those years I saw his smile ten inspiring years an impressive guy cleaning his second wheelchair for tomorrows ride Note: 11.30.2012: message from his wife: "I did not expect my husband to be "on the internet' in such a unusual and also very special way. You have touched me very deeply with your poignant poem. Thank you so very much."
A man of honour and always a distant memory, Lives as complex as a James Bond novel, Fates affected by memory Dreams delegating a love affair that could never be, He and she colleagues of learning, Each writing their scripts in their senior years, Almost royal and regal conceptually, Some of us live our dreams, And some of us are blessed with dreaming. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
Fainting My heart, how you betray me, rogue rhythms steal my conscious thoughts... Darkness embraces. Only hope awakens me. rlm
Dear Lord, Forgive me of evil deeds; You can be done with me. I'm a lost soul; I have a heart that's black and cold. I know I won't live to be old; That's what I feel and what I've been told. They say you never know what the future holds, But I just want to go away, If you may, you can take me today. I know you know I don't believe in what I say, Its just anger and pain that never goes away; That's my inspiration that guides me on my way. Father I try the best I can to be a good man; Though sometimes, I feel like I just don't give a damn. And I'm sorry for every time I took the devils hand. I'm just a simple creation a victim of temptation, But for real it's a test of my will, And there's a lot to improve on still. I keep on going; My is mind clear and open to the unknowing. What are you trying to show me? Because you know me I get distracted easily; But I'm still alive don't know why you let me survive, Though I do and don't want to die. I don't know what I'm saying my mind's so twisted, People keep telling me I'm so gifted, But nothing I do or they say can, can seem to get me lifted. I feel so low feeling like I'm stuck in the same hole, But I keep my head up and get up and go, Because whatever I felt yesterday that's where that feeling stays, And I appreciate that you make feel anew everyday. Father I'm ready for a change because I cant keep living the same, And it's so true, Breaking old habits is hard to do. So I'm sorry for my actions that disrespect you; You know truly who and how I am. Please forgive me father for being a troubled young man, I am trying the best I can. Amen. -bkmjr 2011-
From the beginning to the end, Earth tithes. Round the circle of eternity, she writhes. Seemingly full, ripe, and undeniably free, O God, be merciful to she. Filling receptacle with such riches untold. A harvest, a bounty, rare beauty enfolds. Spreading love not greed is our Creators one decree O God, be merciful to she. Go form trusting companionships by the score, let go of all avarice, hunger no more, Feast on the comfort of kindnesses just be. O God, be merciful to she.
I want to live in a world Where people with substance abuse problems can walk hand in hand with a community of friends Because addictions as we know it is harder to fight through then it was for frodo in the Lord of the rings I want to live in a world where Poverty and homelessness is in our realm of political focal lens Because the way I see it Poets are street reporters and Misery is the sheets that blankets the poor. Our pens are our megaphones Social Injustices have continually been silenced The news focuses on Angelina's Newest Babies Or whether Tiger woods was guilty of infedility and My god..... How distracted we become like horses with side blinders so mindlessly flipping through our television sets which in essence are portals where the doldrums of our brain cells come to hibernate and we forget about our abilities to cause a commotion Inspire with our thoughts Our crazy, beautiful, wonderful, abstract, unique, witticisms that can set off a movement like a thousand beautiful rainbow dominoes. Falling to the floor in a ballet of tumultuous delight because Change... change can simply erupt overnight
these are not desperate times, these are times for contribution you are devoid of current circumstance and lacking in any forward motion if you are looking for more than less take any leftover position and turn it toward your command that is your accomplishment now that is your stand
I am blind and the News sometimes lights the way I am small and blind but sometimes i find that a little knowledge is better than no acknowledgment at all so in this knowing let my action say thank you news HLN Morning Express So i can look in and save my own from the blind within! aka:lyricvixen
Written 20 may 2013 My faith is in you Lord trapped to this bed, I'm bored How much longer shall I be still for I know this is by your will I'm alone and at your mercy given up friends and family My faith is struggling oh Lord I pray that you hear my call I've been still, by not a choice of mine learning lessons through your will and time Patience is growing to an all time low lets get this operation done, lets go I've learn't who I am and I do pray so lets get moving, before I fade away.... Give me strength to handle the operation that awaits so that I may again see the sunlight on my face
Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall... You may get old Your memories may drown, But your soul won't get cold And beliefs won't breakdown. Just don't you let go As you never know, Things you seek for all your years They could be in your back yard. Find the truth within the lies, Fight your pride to end this cry, Trust your soul; open the door Balance yourself and roll the stones. The one's you heart will always stay So don't throw life out your doorway, Life's too short and it's too real Sometimes it's hard to see and feel That's how you live a life, The risk that breaks you down to bits Saves and brings you back alive, That's what we call the gift of life. No matter how rough things might get We get rewards for the risks we take, No matter how hard or sad Learn and value what you have. Though, too much pride will leave you dried Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride, None of this will you take to grave, Your deeds will lay, only your pave. As you breathe in and do breathe out, Make each one profound And stand your ground, As lies are just the fantasy, The truth - is your ecstasy And this will forever be plain to see...
The baby lay on her bed, A satin soft pillow under her head, Pretty, pretty little brown eyes, Rose bud mouth to say, "bye, bye". There was no doubt that she was ill, Skin so pale as she took her pill, Soft brown eyes no longer happy, Rose bud mouth to weak to cry. Sweet little fingers quiet and still, Golden curls wafting 'round her face, Tears rolling down her parents' cheeks For they had been praying for two, whole weeks. Then the miracle happened, late at night, God spared her the Dark Angel's might, Sweet little lips, now laced in smiles As once again, she shows her wiles.
a black void, merly a gate way into the mind, a realm shrouded in mystery, an elementalist stands on guard focusing on one point, the shadow of a single stone slab, the beutiful amithist glowing radiently, is it a thought, is it his soul, no... it is his pure essence as he gives in his etire mind and metality as he opens his eyes and sees the world around him war violence, it is all pointless to him for he see's not a wall but an opening a mere stepping stone, his steps away leaving his dark thoughts behind a single peice of amithist forms in the dirt -joe
Love is... A Heal.thy gift… and it's good for you too ;)
Good of the morning darling. The wrath of Can has come. Turning eyes right back to One. I see focus burning the bush Small scars on the planet Creating boils in the blood. Outrage to create pressure Buy heaven's gate to measure Are you ready to stand? Life giving water comes to sand. it buries your well…understand? Oceans reclaim their right to land What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand. .... Targeting senses are on…. Brane waves on the horizon "...you better come out… we know where you are…" They're not far… Stretch of the mind is around gods great pleasure of sound.
That which would make me a cog in the machine , dragoon me into a lethal automaton be left in the walls of sleep. As the sun bleats in fear of crowds & the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire. Let the world spin on thru space's quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink on the writer's hand. Or let the chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks & chunks of lung, held by the prism of your stare. To dance swirling down the drain as another matter for the brain to tick as a clock tocks out seven days to review & recall all infected packets of nurofen. Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case of the flu while the fever dreams strike drowning in clay & blank doll faces. As my daughter will drink only the finest wine & my son will make all the other children cry w-/ the malice of his fingers. In the first flash of a passionate love affair , feather light, beating as two hearts revolve round the moon lit stage.
Comfort is in my heart. Right from the start, Never are we apart. You will never depart. As long as I do my part, Faith is a work of art.
Daddy shut his eyes and cried, each drop echoed in the waiting room, the hollow halls echoed babies crying. Daddy shut his eyes and cried his stern eyes looked away and I asked him, "Daddy why are you crying?" no reply. Daddy shut his eyes and cried not knowing what to do, I danced in crinoline proper-pink, first dress Daddy bought, one I wore to see his smile. Daddy shut his eyes and cried, looked at me, smiled, and gave me a bear-hug "Your Mom's going to be okay" Daddy shut his eyes and cried the clock ticked twice, out came mom in her wheelchair, and Dad's eyes dried.
Another tribute to John and Carla Sherman. Turn the searchlight on Turn the searchlight on Let it bath you in it's light Take a look into you Just look with all your might Let the world be round you But don't pay it no mind Just turn around and look at you You're not too hard to find. Don't ask so many questions Beside the point these be You have to do the looking So very endlessly The looking's never over It be your life, that's all Then one day when the fever breaks It's all so wonderful. You have to do the looking That's all you have to do Just take a look into you Oh please just look at you You must use self -reliance Can't count on no one else The looking is the only way to health. You don't have to look for Gurus No need for all the books All you really have to do Is stop and take a look Then when the fear of life is gone You'll see life how it is Just look, look, look each chance you get I can only tell you this. 2 April 2011 @ 0430hrs.
It is something most of us take for granted But a lack makes children's lives disenchanted Though it cannot be completely prevented Proper surgery can make a life less lamented Unclasp those hands held so tightly in prayer Help a child live a life that is not so full of despair And give them a beautiful gift that is bereft of strife Because the smile of a child is the greatest gift of life. (in honor of the great work of http://smiletrain.org - stop praying and start doing!)
The thing about life is that it can end in an instant When the rope of the harsh words wraps tightly around your Neck squeezing tighter and tighter you just want to jump To end it all to end all the pain and the hatred and words It is not only the words that push you over the edge It is too the fists and the feet that slam into you Over and over without a break with out letting up Making you break down and slide down the wall and cry and cry and cry One phone call can save a live, stopping that jump Stopping the self hate and spreading the love The love i have for you will never fade or die and i hope will make you better to sleep and to be able to be Happy again to be happy forever and always with me just remember and know that it's NOT YOUR FAULT
Create in me a clean heart, Oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. May my flesh be crucified... so that YOU... others may see! Please don't remove from me your presence, or Holy Spirit. May I meditate upon your word... and daily live it! Restore unto me the joy of your salvation... As I serve you with a deep love and appreciation! I will teach sinners, of your wondrous ways. So that they my serve you all of their days! I will shout aloud of your righteousness and proclaim That you have delivered me from all guilt and shame. As my lips are open... I will sing glory & praise to YOU! May you be exalted in all that I say and do. My sacrifice to you are a spirit and heart that's broken. God will not reject me... this he has spoken! May I bring sacrifice and obedience as I come to your altar. You are my solid rock... like the "Rock of Gibraltar!" Thank you for cleansing and making me whole. You brought healing... and restored my soul! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 51:10-17 09/24/08
From my youth, I knew no goodness Teach me His truth So that I will meet success I hope I'm making little progress From my youth, I knew very little at first Teach me Your truth Or I'll remain in thirst I thirst for His spirit - to renew my faithfulness I have a nourished heart But, evilness broke it apart I had an energetic soul But agony took its toll And now I pray To Him who mends us all To save my young heart From the fear of losing control... Do I still have an innocent, Young heart?
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It starts with one thing and one thing always leads to another I think he is indestructible Three forms of cancer can't stop my grandfather Prostate Lung Pancreas cancers Yet he fights them head on like a hammer They say there is no cure Could he have the answer Can he win this fight Can he master cancer Can he win this race Or will the cancer run faster He doesn't ask for special treatment No he just does what he can for his family He doesn't listen to the doctor He doesn't take chemo therapy Doctors say he will die within months Yet he lives on happily He goes through Hell Yet he never shows it I can't help but wonder how he does it I pray no one else has to live through it I wish I could understand how he feels But the only way for that is to experience it What is the meaning of courage What is the meaning of strength Is this the stuff of a legend Or is this just having faith Think about it All your problems and only worrying about your family Doing what ever it takes to make them happy How much and what kind of love that must be
It sweeps through the nights, Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, I lie there sleeping, It comes and my life disappears, I disappeared then i found myself flying, flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, I saw his face, I saw his pain, I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? I hear a scream then i wake up, Its white and clean, I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep and his face looking at me, holding my hand, i suddenly remember the scream, my own scream, and the bullies dunking me underwater, he was just glad i was alive, he leans closer, and we share our first kiss.
Karen, I spoke to Penny Poodle about you, She barked and said, "what ever you do- Be sure you tell her we are praying too, And, I'll get my friends at the zoo to pray for her, too." So you see, Karen, not just people are praying for you- But all of the animals of God's kingdom are, too- And God, Who created us all in six days Will hear all of our voices, and He'll be truly amazed! So Karen, don't you be sad or blue! For God is taking good care of you- For all of the animals are praying So hard Those tumor cells better be on their guard. Soon the tumor will all melt away, Even the cells that may have strayed, And you can think about all of your animal friends, You can call them all over and pat their front ends. Karen, God is listening, and He can heal you. I never heard what happened to Karen, but she had lots of friends praying for her so I hope she was healed. Enjoy!
I follow you there And be thy sheep Do doth' in memory -So- Let the sanctified sheep Slumber as thee do sleep ------ Fore there is a measure With-out measure beyond Life's deepest meaning For those who care ------ Their is a measure Without measure beyond Compare For those who Seth the Cloth Restoration is there With peace and love Far, Far beyond compare ------ Let His healing feel the air GF
When is positive negative Or right wrong? It is when living positive I am living positive: Now, more responsibly I take responsibility for all my actions; My life in my hands I choose life over death Wellness over sickness I am a living 'positive' Now, more rightly, living and doing Surrounded by all that is positive I make the best of now Enjoy this moment, one at a time I am overcoming positive With gratitude for everyday mercies Finding and enjoying beauty and bounties, abound about: the smile of a child; the chirps of the birds the swinging music of the street trees; I am positive; HIV positive I am a living witness; a survivor of the scourge I am living, I am positive Positively positive I am a HIV survivor Beyond the put down of virus Above societal stigma I am living, I live Making positive, positive. PLWHA- People living with hiv aids
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
Usually, I just pass by with a glance, read their life story without making eye contact so my wallet doesn't feel sympathy, but this time, his cardboard sign screamed at my heart. It was as if his soul breathed hope onto what he wraps himself in at night. His cried out eyes had a thick layer of fog over the pupil, nostrils were cracked, wrinkles grinned dog fur white. Yesterday, in Palo Alto, I gave a homeless man money, my freedom only cost three dollars.
You are perfect in every way, A man I can never have, Handsome and debonair, Love a purity that penetrates the soul, Distinguished and divine, Flies like a summer breeze, Refined and sophisticated, A realm multi-dimensional, Complex and layered conceptually, God's chosen blessed with marriage, I am simply like a monarch butterfly, Fluttering past a warm wind, You are like sunlight, Warm and sometimes hot, Simply unreachable, A blessing to mankind. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
I hold you close to me like a new born child and give you all the tender care and love you desever But there is just one thing I don't approve of you push me alway show me your cold side and not your nice gently side You say you maybe love me because your still in love with an old lover friend and you don't know when you will fall out I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose But your glad I'm in your life becasue I make you forget about her and you know how I'm feeling about everything And you can feel it and see it in my eyes you wan't both but you know it anit wright so you just keep me near and her far because your still in love But you wan't me what sould I do drop up everything and move on and just forget about use trying to be as one or stay in this unfear relationship and keep carrying on My body wan't you but my heart also to but my brain know this is not a good way to live my life and I'm playing myself for less I'm comfused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I can't lose This love I'm in must be called blind beacause I can't move my toes I fell in too deep and I can't even find the hole I fell into druged and willy off an overdose I'm confused what sould I do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose I'm confused and I don't know what to do I'm learning to love you and I don't wan't to lose
Innocent victims cry in the dark Forced to take refuge in that park Such wrath began to fall For I shall never forget the day I got that call Silence and sorrow heavy in the air It was like nothing I could ever compare Days turned to weeks Thousands take dwelling beseeching for any relief Thousands left waiting in utter disbelief I was supposed to be deployed Yet an injury kept me here My fellow workers attacked at the dome Traumatized and in complete fear some had to return home I feel so guilty So guilty I should have been there Innocent victims crying Innocent victims now dying An event so devastating The stench of death filled the air We could not fathom something so unfair I counseled innocent victims Still sticking strong to their convictions I still recall every haunting voice Confused, frustrated and displaced Innocent victims left without a choice Families torn apart on that day The day the levees broke Families losing all hope My job was to help them cope Innocent victims left to cry in a park Fear increases when light turns to dark Like declaring Martial Law Lives washed away, all humanity started to fall On the dawn of a new day So joyous… even an atheist bowed her head to pray The media coverage was what really brought aid Oh no! Politicians began to look bad so of course something had to be done Late in action but at least more help had come There is still work to be had Many left permanently sad Entering in hundreds of names to locate the missing or those declared dead Debriefed each night just to clear my head I still remember so clearly the desperation and panic When Katrina came in August Life turned frantic Overwhelming emotions; I felt completely manic I will never forget the victims I helped in such grief I hope when the bodies were identified; I wish just some… Some could give a sigh of relief It is important we do not forget those still suffering The child who didn't get the last kiss The parents who will be dearly missed We all have the ability to help 1,836 people dead! Work together and ease the sorrow… Another disaster could just happen tomorrow Make time to reach out So many innocent victims still in need We all are capable of doing a good deed
What is it to be fake? Is it to lie to yourself, Or is it to lie to others? Is being fake being a conformist? Do you try to fit in to be liked, Or do you stand out to get attention? Why be fake? You will only lose yourself, and who you really are. Is fake really worth it? Losing yourself, and everyone's respect? STOP! Wake up. Now open your eyes. Remember who you are. Remember what you do. Be this. Be... Real.
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul The days eviceration about to unfold Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake And you wonder inside " How much more can I take" Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries "Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage For you both know it's victim has just turned the page Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light He slinks from your presence, flees from your might You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin For the Love of your God, companions and kin Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win. Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE. Grace and hope to us all Walter Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR
(May Birthstone: Emeralds) 1935 On May 2nd, I attempted to enter the world, feet first. To save both Mother and baby, the midwife's cruel hands reached in and flipped me over. My lack of cries, a clue not understood. 1942 Nighttime seizures, memory lapses, confusion. Pills for Epilepsy prescribed and normal life restored. 1971 Prayer for healing, in faith, stronger than a mustard seed . . . Ask, and you shall receive. Pills dumped in the waste-bin. Suddenly, freedom came, as soft wind which caresses emerald fields of grain. Matthew 17:20, Luke 17:6, John 16:24 RSV
I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There's nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It 's all around! Though there are imperfections and "inflictions" within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life, I'll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He's always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given to me his grace. He has provided for my life… "A resting place…" I'm going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His "special touch…" Thank you God... For a "new" person you're helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton 03/27/11
Life… A drop from the sky A single look or a smile Touching.. leaving ...you *** A day of rain brings the beauty of nature, A single look and a smile, brings hope and new relationships... A person who passes by may have a life long impact in our lives.
I found a friend in me where I can shut down and disappear Where I go some where and hide,talk out all my fears I hold inside When nobody understands me but myself I believe that they will never But like I said the frist time I found a friend in me someone I can cry around and speak out loud Always be myself around love the person I'm now and never question the person I was years ago I found a friend in me Without taking any risk it will pull me there anything I have to face and never disappear when the heat gets higher to100degress I found a friend in me I love the woman I grown to be
The Secret No longer do I say I am broke, sick or old As the universe will grant my wish I am told It was Henry Ford who said of our internal fight "Whether you think you can or can't, either way you are right" Understanding "The Secret," gave me the keys To living a life full of inner peace Knowing how the power of my thoughts create things And wanting those things to make my heart sing I chose to listen to what I feel, think and say To manifest a positive outcome to each day How strong and passionate our transmission Determines how big will be our next life lesson The universe doesn't hear what you like or what you do not Only that your mind is powerfully focused on that thought Rather than engage in conversations that lower my self worth I show appreciation and experience the magic on this earth The laws of attraction say when I am aware, caring and giving Transmitted back to me will be a feeling of faith in living If your energy is on fear of rejection and pain throughout the day Life will give you experiences to continue to feel that way The power in us allows us to change our life from bad to good By not focusing on what has happened but what could Do not allow doubt or limitation to enter your mind And an abundance of love, health and wealth you will find Choose to ignore all negative feelings and they will fall away And what will remain will bring only light your way Allow yourself to feel a deep faith in your own abilities And your life will be guided by infinite possibilities Expect suffering, loss, pain, unhappiness and stress And life will give you exactly as you request Expect life to give you money, love, health and glory And you will become the star of your own story
The Tragedy of Humanity is the Monoku of us failing to believe you Is This Greed be ye Acrostic for not knowing the Gnostics Molding Most be the boast in Senryu saying you can't tell me what to do Excommunicating Faith is a Tanka for those who sank Insanities Calamities in this Enclosed Ryhme regarding to our binds Sinful Are These Ways considers what we forgot in this Rubaiyat No Righteousness In a Senryu for those who forgotten about you Oligarchies Creating Hate in each and every state be in Enclosed Ryhme Worshiping Vanities is a Lanterne telling you to burn Ruthless Deceptions be a Fibonacci trying to drown the mariachi Evil Enemy Tricks informs of a constructive fraud in Ballade Trouble Moving is trouble grooving to chime in this Enclosed Ryhme Roadside Utilities you see they are a bank of put in Tanka Indestructible Ye told Ottava rima, praying you have the mind of But Backsliding means deciding what zone told in Canzone Unruly Child is for the minds of you told in Haiku Truth Be Insight be an Ottava rima about the main man Prima Inclined Minds is another Ottava rima about the change of time for Ye Opportunities There Be in this Senryu don't you see No Matter is about the chatter in an Enclosed Rhyme for you to find Death Be A Lady This Night ask which way is right Ottava rima Introduction Which Leads To Reduction a Nonet seduction Sexual Acts Meant To Distract be the private zone Canzone Turmoil That We Struggle With is a chime in Enclosed Rhyme Redefining Ones Plight be Ottava rima telling you to fight Instilled In Ye Is Light another Nonet so that you don't forget Believing Wrong or Right asks this Enclosed Rhyme the real war crime Undertaken Be Ye is a new flight zone told in Canzone Transcendent In Flight is the alteration told in Alliteration Inner Subconscious Intelligence universal relevance in Name Outside This Reality which is for you to do discern told in Lanterne New To Old Experience is an Enclosed Rhyme we all mime Nay Sayers Deny Greatest Fear in Acrostic about ye the agrestic Over Energy Transfer is Canzone about the unknown What Will You Do is just asking you in Haiku?
Some our very eager perplexed swept within Underneathe the belly of the beast A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth One may even negate that inner truth for a lie? That inner struggle within/ To remain attached to the vine sublime We are more then qualified for its great design To calm the nerves from within We look to man yet find no hold We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold We then read books based on logic & get trapped within ~ For some, It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face Within loose debris in decayed formation Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape? Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place; The inner struggle from within Fought back the heavy tears with a smile Still to know all the great while A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face? The inner struggle.
Young, innocent and carefree, carrying heavy burdens not even adults could bear, The plague of a deadly disease, The cancer babies fight courageously, oblivious to the outcomes, Their tiny bodies become ravaged by the effects of chemo and testing, Yet, they still manage to be joyful blessings, accepting their fates valiantly, while their parents wallow in the catastrophe of their illnesses, They harness wisdom far beyond their years smiling all the way through, battling without regrets and tears, Too young to fear the unknown, The little ones quietly concede to the pain that haunts them........ Some, turn the corner and find a new day, While others succumb to the weariness, making their time on earth supernaturally special.....
Are There Angels? There are angels in the city Angels in the trees An angel in your pocket Pick any one of these There are angels in your backseat Angels on your dash Angels that you might meet If ever you should crash There are angels in the schoolrooms There are angels in your church Angels in your work place Angels if you search There are angels on your doorstep Angels standing beside you Angels while we all slept Angels are in fact quite true You may not realize they're angels They may look like you or me But they'll touch you when you need it And wherever you might be I met so many angels As I fought my cancer fight They were with me every morning And there for me each night Some were wearing doctor's outfits Some were wearing nurses' smocks Some in cushiony white sneakers Some were wearing bright orange crocks Some looked like my friends and family Some looked like no one I've met Some said not a word but touched me Some I never will forget There are angels all around us Maybe not as you expected They're everywhere if you just look Though most go undetected So you ask if there are angels And if I've been touched by one No – I've been touched my many You can see just what they've done Mdailey 3/30/12
Stroll through the Illest Empire So much heat feeling like we're living in the fire But we're living under fire Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake Its time for a break from sad eyes I've seen grown men cry It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye It's the same reason why they died Hearts just too full of pride Mothers praying their young'n wont be a victim of a homicide Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can't call mine Wishing we could turn back time High off of nickels' and dimes Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope But the hustle got us in a head choke Don't blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you To watch our back and throw bows and cuss Cause you got to be tough when times are rough I know your asking when will enough be enough And truth is I don't know but this is how it goes down But if I make it out will you smile for me now So many families struggling with poverty I don't judge cause that use to be me Watching mom come home late Barley any food on our plate So young and life we already hate Praying God bring us something great My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake Knowing mom bust her ass to provide But all your knock offs you begin to hide Ashamed of what you own I know how you feel I been there too I see mothers walking there kids to school And the walk is far when you cant afford a car Mom hoping one day you'll be a star I know about being next to poor Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store Wishing you didn't have to go through that living off of food stamps Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we'll all be free So smile for you and me Even 2pac said smile for me This isn't how its always going to be unless you let it be In our different way we're all a G Cause we're trying to make it straight legit Whatever your hustle never quit but don't lose yourself in it Cause you still got a long ways to go Still got a long time to grow Use what you know to get by or you wont survive Remember to always keep your dreams alive Whatever it is just do it and never try The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down You'll be able to come back around So give yourself a chance And I'll smile for you now JUNE '06 B.K.M.jr
You know that another year is ending. What kind of lifestyle have you been spending? Does it just seem like "you're walking on a cloud." "Everything's going good." You're very proud! You have a family, three cars, and much wealth. Not counting all of your friends... Plus good health. Have you thought about who made all of this possible? Jesus! You may find this to be "improbable." The Bible says that every good gift is from God on high. His word is true Don't listen to a lie! It's surely not just because of you that you have all of this. To go along in life, rather "happy and bliss." The next time you're heading out your front door. Think about the meaning of life. And what you're here for! Lay your treasures up in heaven... and you shall find. A godly contentment. True joy. And a peace of mind. The blessings of God... In you... He wants to pour. Give what you have to him... And then you'll have MORE! By Jim Pemberton
Monday – just happens 'round 5 am. Tuesday – pretty much happens, but set alarm clock just in case. Wednesday - alarm clock more often than not. Thursday - alarm clock if I hear it, but sometimes I don't. Thursday's a perpetual late day. Friday – Fear of repercussion from being late on Thursday . Saturday – what for? Sunday – The sunrise the bird chirps the cats wanting food. The garden, the neighborhood, breakfast with who knows who. My religion's quite offbeat, I recognize that. And Sabbath means something to me where I'm at.
Breathe, think of this day as a unique core Reflect and feel the scent around Words may never express or make you adore The life you conspire and others view as their mound Let life greet you to explore Think of those who bear the weight with fairground Love, reflect, and open all closed doors Stop complaining, faith in life goes around Breathe, think of this day no more Let your troubles be gone and never rewound This day has just began and you can let it be ashore Please take a step, don't let yourself be drowned! Fight the ocean that sinks you and keep it indoor Guard your thoughts and make it resound Swim and get to all things you are looking for This is a day to cry no more! Breathe, breathe like nothing you've done before Open your eyes and avoid the things that are earthbound Accept reality and all of its hardcore To find yourself , and let yourself be found
Everyday, I stare into the thin air surrounding me, watching the world pass me by day by day. When im too busy gazing at stars, i fall back to the harsh reality of life. Walking the earth, hoping to reeach the heavens in the sky but destined a long eternity damned in hell. I won't repent my sins fo ri have none, but nor im a pure enough to catch a glimpse of the gates of heaven. So as i age i continue to watch the world grow old around me. making all that counts, last, if i am going down im going down with memories of me scatterd like ashes For when you look down on me, remember i will rise up against you. Smite you with your own methods, leave you lying there dazed in a days work im on the way to the top, i'l get there with no compromise When the days get darker the nights become longer When i start to fall down at the very pause of my breath, i heave my self with all my strength, just clinching onto life, asif it had railings to guide you up the stairs into heavens gardens, As i look down at the youth of today, they breath new life, bring new hope. Into the world of tomorrow, the past has faded. covered up with lies and decisieve imps. The devil is at play in our nightmares, he lurks in your darkest dream, the weak pray The strong, crusade, burning a path through satans den
as the waters split into pieces and the land formed itself the day went longer than than the sky, and deeper than the sea its form was shaped it broke F R E E escaped as it fell lower than the sea floor but higher than even the sky the ocean was split into five.
What beliefs within that do you define the adversary's lies or Gods Truth divine like a child absorbed what you've been taught have you examined the things that are thought In the stronghold of your heart and mind the vast majority of information you will find is designed to impair accurate thinking because six thousand years of deceit are drinking The Word of Truth is made for our correction to tear down the the entanglements of defection to expose corruption and self deception the barriers and veil to the Father connection People believe in angels but seem to forget that the armies of Lucifer are still here yet a deceiver and lies are his pathways to deaden hearts where clouded thinking stays Is the easter bunny a truth or lie and when children grow up and do ask why in the Truth of God they haven't believed because like a fairy tale it is received Just another story as it's understood like the fables to show evil and good that the outcome and end can't be serious because they believe the Truth is mysterious The paths of Truth lay within simplicity and it's clarity does overcome lies duplicity Gods Kingdoms children and such like ones speak a single Truth not Babylon's tongues Like the fiction of fairy tales lies reside in religious doctrine whitewashed graves hide by pomp and pageantry Jesus teaching denied and the indoctrination of demons Gods Word belied Fiction upon fiction are children fed so like those tales Gods Truth made dead why take it seriously when one is grown all stories end happily in heaven is shown What is important is what they get now for death doesn't exist for eternal soul anyhow Beliel and Satan and prophetic prediction they can just chalk it up as another fiction One cannot teach lies and be a spiritual Jew by teaching of Jesus can only speak what is True to be a Son of God with all lies must brake for Holy Spirit must heart and mind remake The Word of God should affect all reason and clean out all thoughts that to God are treason Jesus may have died to save all from sin but that won't help if not reborn within Behold I am coming quickly says He that is True to cleanse the earth and make all things new broad the path to destruction those chosen few they have believed Gods Word and whats holy renew COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
A prayer of hope, for healing and restoration Many are praying for you When our God answers. a grand celebration There will be for you So hold on tight, keep up the fight because soon you will see the light, soon you will be alright He will wipe away every tear from your eyes So don't listen to the enemy's lies Let nothing but the peace of God, dwell in your mind There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain Only the soft sound and embrace of healing rain Because He is making everything new, and His words are trustworthy and true And as you remain in Him, His word remains in you And His word will bring you through Until then we keep on praying for you, child of God We lift you before Him, in our hearts and thoughts So keep fighting, keep strong Better days are coming, It won't be long
The greatest joy I have ever known is knowing you are calling on Monday at five thirty in the morning before school. "Hello, how are you?" and "I'll talk to you later." Every word from hello to goodbye is cherished. Your smile makes me warm inside, and how much you mean to me puts tears in my eyes. I really think I love you. Actually, every fiber of my being is pretty sure I love you. Warmth and acceptance and peace and deep contentment... But there is a drawback. I fear to loose you. You are across the country, a thousand miles away, and I've let you down enough to encourage you to focus on your college work, because that's important to you. and because of that, it's important to me. Except I can't encourage you to leave. I can't encourage you to go. Reader, my dear friend, as selfish as it is, I can't loose you. I always thought that when you found the one you want to be with, the love would make everything work. I never expected it to hurt Because as much as I love you, it would destroy me if you were lost. And I think about loosing you a lot. It's crippling, and horrid, and with something as unrealistic as daydreams, I know what it feels like to burn. I can't imagine what it would do to me if it actually happened. I am afraid to love you. I'm afraid to pick up the phone sometimes when you call, but not for any amount of money in the world or any incentive would I ignore that phone. The reason for that is that i love your laugh. When I'm talking to you, you help clear my mind and I can think. And the biggest reason, Reader, is because I am happy when I talk to you. I love you. And you are precious beyond words and you are everything to me. I have a love that hurts and it scares the crap out of me And I wouldn't trade it for the world.
after all,a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's they are etched by fire on stone they are in fact considered traits, not just errors and now you're so alone when you were 14 they all said how much potential you had now you hit 19 or 20, and you're just considered bad if you were a troubled kid, things were different than most for you and i don't mean GETTING in trouble,although for some,it's that too but depression is so very real,they just have no idea and looking in the mirror to feel,you must skip your next meal you are never good enough,and always fall just short of pretty although you are considered smart and extremley funny and witty they way that you percieve yourself,is different than what others see at least that's what i have been told,do you agree with me? but why is it that when your younger,people just want to help but once you reach 19 or 20,your just dealt the cards your dealt i don't feel any different inside,i can tell you that for certian the older i get,the less they care,i hide behind a curtain i'm still a kid at 21,at 22 as well.. im still a child in alot of ways,living in an emotional hell where did all the helping hands go,the ones that were there before i blame myself for not taking that help and will forever more because now apparently,it's too late,nobody cares about me i am not a cute little girl,just a woman who needs to be free i ask of you,human to human,the next time you want to judge pray for patience if you need to,ask for help from above but something tells me im not alone,there are others who experienced this there are others out there that need help so badly,please don't miss don't miss their smiles,that are still so young,even though they look so grown at 21 we are not adults,and pretending we are makes us feel alone maybe i AM alone in this feeling,i have no idea but what i do know,for sure i feel...this is very real.
Here is the finished revised Lyric for Bipolar. The song can be heard at my poetry website vbdosa.com and then clicking the Bipolar link. BIPOLAR Sometimes I can feel a magic like I've never known. I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles. Sometimes it's more like I'm dying here all alone. Sometimes I think I'll die alone. Sometimes I can reach out for you, but you're made of stone. I could die a thousand times. Die a thousand times. Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone. Sometimes I think I'm not alone. Euphoria. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. Euphoria. Sometimes I can feel a magic like you've never known. I could run a thousand miles. Run a thousand miles. Sometimes it's more like you're showing me I'm not alone. Sometimes I think I'm not along. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. In and out. Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down. Euphoria. Then I'm down. Down. Down. © ron wison
Starring Tonight What a superb line-up for you tonight ladies and gentlemen for your entertainment and delectation Here is kind old Adolph with Mien Kampf monsieur Adam Smith presents The Wealth of Nations L Ron Hubbard Dianetics The modern science of mental health bearded the wise Karl Marx presents Das Capital Another beard! Yes it's old favourite God with the Bible Old and New Jesus what such there a promise - lets go ! and here we go! The Lovely Mohammed with the Koran No act to follow ! Enjoy!
Living Proof Of A Miracle God makes it happen… In 2005, I was insecurely denied…my dreams broken and heart shattered as the devil tried to work beneath overtime. The doctor walked in and said, "I'm sorry but you have cancer." The thoughts in my mind left my body bruised and battered. In 2008, my condition went from moderate to severe. I had to make a change; I decided to get saved. My God then forgave…but the thoughts in my mind had me askin', "Why is life worth livin?" So I continued back down the road of insecurities and sinnin'… When 2009 came, the surgeon walked in, again, put his head down and looked back up at me…I just kept thinking, "What could it be?" He said, "Sweetie, I'm sorry!" Your cancer is going full blown and it can't be healed." I let the tears fall as God caught them saying, "I know you know I'm real!" "So turn to me and I'll set you free, but I couldn't turn yet cause' I was so stuck on me. So here I was in 2010, stuck with an illness, loss of a job, sleepless and fearful nights, and sickly sobs…sometimes it takes a disaster to come into your home, trying to break down your state of mind and get into your soul. This darkness that surrounded me, was feeling much too cold. So, I prayed for a new direction, and they sat and prayed with me…On August. 11, 2010 the surgeon walked in with tears in his eyes and said, "Honey, you're free…I gave my life to him. God has healed my cancer and he can heal you just the same. No matter what the situation, just be sure to have full faith. For I am, living proof of a miracle… By: Aleasha A. Martin
This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.
Hysterical laughter in eternity still crying out at the hypocrisy of life lived under the thumbs of the oppressing ones. Freedom they said they would give us If we asked the king to forgive us. and if we agree to pay tribute they would stop the rape and loot we didn't even know which ones were in control at any point in time the fully sublime shiftings of power by the day and the hour locked in the ivory tower and away from the peasant earth digger they had much bigger things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life. And all the strife they laid upon us all was part of the fall from dignity. It's a pity. Then came the mines and the factories warriors needed to keep the keys to the city gates in the right hands none of us really understands the workings of the minds that need so badly to succeed that life has no meaning or worth. Even less for planet earth. And she's dying and no one is trying to revive her. Now they want to survive her and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison third world vision is incomplete no one can compete in world markets controlled by the elite we are the billion feet of the crawling beast. and at least we could know why we chose it. Just suppose it could change. Seems strange. But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear and we all held dear what was important, sacred, the sane would we stop acid rain? What if our lawns became gardens all could we reverse Edens fall? What if our children could eat and play from natures sweet bounty every day? Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray? and left no more poison where children play? What if we made our own industries in each of our communities? What if we made windmills and power the sun we may have just begun a revolution that holds a solution for our planets peace. I release my rage at the beastly machine that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream and paint a new picture in the sky. Of streets and towns and city planning true ways and solutions that work for me and you and the earth's evolution could take another turn where we do not burn in the hell of nuclear wastelands It will take many hands to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon Get on board, this train is moving. get on with it. We all fit in the grand plan, the saving grace of man.
I never got to see your face or hold you in a warm embrace. I never got to count your toes or dress you in ribbons and bows. I never got to call you by name you were gone as fast as you came. I never heard "mommy leave on the light" or tuck you into bed at night. I will never get to see you grow & grow In heaven we will meet eachother and get to know Id love to have smelled the odors of youth or be there when you lost your first tooth. Now i wish i could turn back time cause then you'd be forever mine The one thing I have is the memory of the day the doctor had something to say. he said listen to this, its her heart pounding away Lord ill never forget that day. But i now i guess it is time for goodbyes knowing we will be together again, keeps the tears from my eyes. Goodbye my child, your in good hands and ill see you in the holy land
Have You Thought About How Short Life Is? Have you thought about how short life really is? No one knows for sure how long they will live… Have you thought about the God who designed you? His wonderful creation daily surrounds you! Have you thought about how you'll spend your time? As each day, many thoughts go through your mind. Have you thought about the life you've been given? We've all sinned, but can totally be forgiven! Have you thought about the wisdom of God's word? The truth of scripture needs to be heard! Have you thought about kneeling to God in prayer? He patiently waits… And is always there! God thought about you a long time ago… Through Christ' death, he purchased your soul! God thought about you that day with Jesus' death… Even beyond when Christ took his last breath! He thinks about you each day that passes by! He has a mansion prepared for you beyond the sky! Won't you give to him your heart's attention? He can turn your life into a Godly direction! The life that you have is here for a brief moment… Please accept God's love and his precious atonement! By Jim Pemberton
Eternal Father depressed Enormous sins committed by people He made, Old Testament Wanted to destroy the world Jesus Christ stopped Him and made a deal He will go to earth and take over for Eternal Father Jesus Christ made Commandments New Testament Jesus Christ created One Church All people to be universal Catholic or Roman Catholic Jesus Christ believe people would understand each other Love each other Prozac is like other man made religions, Generic Anti-depressant Zoloft like Catholic or Roman Catholic, true anti-depressant Prozac is like other man-made religions, generic anti-depressant Zoloft like Catholic or Roman Catholic, true anti-depressant Zoloft Churches would understand Love God with all your heart, mind, body and soul Love your neighbor as yourself The Second Greatest will cover the first Greatest and the 10 Commandments The 10 Commandments "Believe in the one God" "Reverence in God's Name" "Love the Lord's Day" (Sunday) "Strengthen your family" "Promote the Culture of Life" "Marital Fidelity (Faithfulness)" "Not Steal Act Justly" "Tell the Truth" "Practice of Purity of Heart" "Embrace Poverty of Spirit" Why are there other man-made religions? People should listen to Jesus Christ Other Christ like Churches believe in their creator They are misleading you Research, Ask around, true Bibles are in Catholic or Roman Catholic Jesus Christ appointed "Whoever listens to you listens to me… Whoever rejects Me Rejects the One who sent me" Listen from Catholics or Roman Catholics Zoloft Church is true People in Generic Prozac Churches are condemned Zoloft Churches are saved
The Old House and the New Home ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I've lived in houses in the country side There with my family I did abide By the dust and gravel of a country road Much pride was taken in our humble abode I've lived in houses perched on a hill Many of which are not standing still They provided shelter in their time Provoked memories that make life rhyme I've lived in a house on a city street Where the neighbors came out at night to meet I've lived in houses made of wood and stone On avenues where children could safely roam I've lived in houses of mortar and brick Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick I've enjoyed houses far better than most Where friends would come and I could serve as host But my current house seems like a foreign land Where everyone wants to lend me a hand Living in this place is not my desire Of this arrangement I easily tire The time has come for me to leave To this old house I will not cleave I no longer want a cottage here below To a fine home in heaven soon I will go. I long not for a mansion or streets of gold But just a place where I will never grow old A place where pain and sadness are never more Where happiness is found on every shore I am eager, yes ready, to move out To possess my new home with a shout! The promised home Jesus went to prepare Death please come quickly, I want to be there.
her emaciated soul her broken heart her damaged back in spite of all ongoing nourished by her spirit inspired by her faith guided by the light of a new day mirrored through the eyes in her face dreaming of her future on the lookout for a laugh beaming the power of love rock steady ongoing abiding riding her own fragility in her shaky wheelchair permanently powered by a sparkling silver colored second-hand right glove and a shabby greenish dark yellow colored left one of her own feeling rich and happy sharing hope and laughter giving life a straight A gratefully ongoing each movement of her wheelchair turns her world endorses her time steadfastly ongoing (c) Elly Wouterse
I feed on your hostility and anger it tastes like....chicken. I drink your hatred like a vanilla shake. You can not hurt me, please try I beg of you. There is nothing you can do to me that I have not already done to myself. So you see in a way I'm....Invincible.
Do We Take Life For Granted? I believe that so often we take our life "for granted." Thinking were on this earth and "forever planted…" Scripture says our life is like "a spark in the sky." We're here today... Tomorrow we may die… "Where your treasure is"… "Your heart will also be!" Have you thought about where you'll spend eternity? Everything we need… God' s given to us already… When death knocks at your door. Will you be ready? Your soul has been purchased. Bought and paid! The gift of eternal life has, through Christ, been made! The breath that you breathe... Each day you awake. Please consider Jesus as your lord… Before it's too late! Each day we have is a gift from God above… Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love! Won't you take the time to consider life eternal? So your name can be added to heaven's journal? This wonderful life that' God has given to us… Why not allow God to come in, and give him your trust? He can change and make you a new person throughout! He is your creator and is what life is all about! By Jim Pemberton
What is God's love It is the cry of the heart The souls longing To connect with its maker To be fully made into oneness Being made whole Over flowing like a continual waterfall That feeds the stream that feeds the river that feeds the oceans that feeds the clouds That feeds the earth-oh earth open wide your longing heart that the latter rain may fall And satiate your longing and fill my land with the fruit our union-our unity. In His presence is fullness of JOY Light embraces light – cleansing light absorbs the darkness light becomes brighter and brighter until the perfect day. copyright Brenda V Northeast 28th Dec. 2011
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Waking up in a new element Started my day with nudity met with my window breezes Called that jerk of a boss and gave him back his position Cooked a breakfast I've never done before... Burnt scrumptious bacon and scorched scrambled eggs Finally dressed in bell-bottoms and print tops so 60's of me Emptied my bank account to see others share my wealth The Gods are kind to me, but I don't question their ends I know my place, it's at the sun where I'll be soon Walked the streets preaching in silence with a smile Met a new lover and decided its never too soon to first make love Gave up my American life for a chance to become a foreign tourista I seized my fate and grasp hold tight my fortune Forgetting that yesterday I said I hated you Remembering today that it could be both our last Visited my family who never loved me Showered them with mine Laid down to die with contemptness as my burial Living my life with no restrictions Loving a new me In love with a NEW DAY
Scrooge, You have taken over the world Seems people want to pick apart everything good I've been there, I'm done with that part Get rid of what should have been Except what is and take a fresh start How many will you blame for the job you hate? How many will you blame for the crappy food you ate? How many will you blame for the lack of exercise to date? How many will you blame for the crappy goods you charged? How many will you blame for.... How many will you blame for? How many will you blame for..you fill in the blank(s). Get off your high horse. You know your ways It's up to you to change Always complaining things are tougher now than they used to be All because you chose to be lame, It's something you pretend not to see Get over the past and what's been done to you You may never be able to forget, Certainly don't want to live in regret Over those that reaped the suffering Cause you couldn't let something go No one person can fix the world All it takes is an abundance of little girls and Little boys, who are provided parents That will teach them right from wrong Not put them in the middle Always preach love and self respect That's where the trouble ends . So.. The next time someone tries to freeze my glow I'll take the few extra seconds to kill them with kindness Put their grumpy ora on death row When someone decides to put on a suit of politics When someone speaks bullets and swords Better to pretend they're puppets, In this lifetime positivity will win over sin Make a decision to not be defeated No ones place to remove rights or freedom Take care of your world and be good to those you love Those that matter will have your back They'll be there when push comes to shove
She's locked in silence and fear, behind that cold glass wall. She tries with all her might to not give into her darkest temptations. And grab that stealy cold blade, and watch as her blood comes pouring out. She lays in desperation waiting... For nothing. For everything. Her desperation takes over, begins to control her. She cries out in anguish. Let's it all flow out. Tears, Blood, Love, Family, Her Life. It all comes out in one swift motion of her best friend. Her razor blade. She closes her eyes and clenches her teath. Wishes it would all go away, but she knows there's not such thing. Grew up wanting to die, it was so hard. Wishing she could be normal like everyone else. All she wanted is not to be locked in a box full of emotions. Blood flows down her arm and all she hears is her silent sobs. Watches her life pass infront of her. She fades in and out. Laying in her pool of desperate, worthless blood. One more breath, those last words. I love you mom and dad.
what would you believe to be true? a sun in the sky and the color of blue? check to see what time it is… and is this time a true truth too? for you? if we're to count what really matters would it be the drops or the oceans of waters? ~ Maya have a cycle and they call it Long Consisting of 'days' that cycle to One. Scholars translated the related data… Stating in dates from a dated stela That an 'end' was to come For the world as we know it. I asked for the rest to show it. Modern cycles of time are related To the point, I say, of being the same. In the beginning, it was just a game But a truth came out the more I played. And if this truth is really true Then what might it mean for me and you? If the Mayan cycle to One it just means That the rest are too. We'll start with a Great date of understanding The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending Will complete the days count of three colors Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000 We have the same color in the minutes it's true… 1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue. 1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too. And how do I know this you say? I only know it in the English kind of way But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see Which makes black when the zeros are three Too, this includes them all. The trick was a spin in the eyes They said 'add' to my surprise… and so I did Add sum, because it's said and is so That once in every seventy two you know There is the movement of One. Degree. It was a mystery to me and something unseen Like the physical physics of godly thing. "Golden showers" Albert kept saying Don't be a coward his dare kept teasing Could it be true his mind kept pushing He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing… So what can you touch in 24 miles If you're faster then light but stop for smiles? A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs 7800 days are the exact same colors, and 18.7.2 000 are used the same ways 1872000 are the hours in 7800 days Two cycles combine to show whats true And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you Because I'm not an '...ist'... or a phd But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease… 7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted… 1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot. ...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;) 9100 / 20 = 455 9100 / 13 = 700 20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number… Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us. ... see… there IS one more… and then it's new.n :)
I'm So Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton
Anger Resentment Unforgiveness Tears of the soul Ears of the heart Listen to my heart Open your soul Embrace tomorrow Arise dawn let the dusk not conceal u Shinning star Wishing upon today The sun will shine Tomorrow will come The Moon will give birth to my day
I've said it once and I'll say it again I HATE IT! The drinking and smoking. I doesn't just kill you it kills me too I love you and you have no idea how hard it is to see you this way You mean so much You mean too much and seeing you take every last drop makes me want cry you make life for yourself hard as hard as it could get it could be better you have what it takes to stop i know you do if you can't i know what will. love care ME i could help you don't have to be that way you are so much better
We are sullenly mourning For security from the demoralizing night I am despairingly probing For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight We are all wishing for infinite freedom We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out? Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about? If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend? It isn't in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall! If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall If we are all leaders, why are we panicking? We are all leaders…we aren't senseless pleaders! So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state! We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers! Saunter out of sight, so we won't meet our unsettling fate! You meddled with our cries So don't point fingers, you insidious devil And forced us to believe your jaded lies SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be? If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent? If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free? Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement? We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant Striving to survive! We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent Struggling to stay alive! Disregard the mourning state; Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate You'd do me a favor to cease your supplications!
Are the riches in life what you wish to obtain? "Godliness with contentment is of great gain." Being content and Godly is often difficult to do. With the constant plasures of life alluring you. "How can one be content?" You may ask. God will never require of you an impossible task. A peace beyond understanding you will find. When you begin to walk with a Christ-like mind. The tresure of knowing Jesus will abide very well. He gives more joy than words could ever tell! "Take this world but give me Jesus," will be your heart's cry. All of your needs--God will supply! True contentment comes from falling in love with him. His grace is sufficient for what "feels empty within." Don't be "held down" by things only temporary. Enter God's haven of rest... His sanctuary! The joy of knowing Jesus will bring peace to your soul! By allowing him to bring restoration and to make you whole! By Jim Pemberton 06/17/09
The royal thesaurus, Learned and scholarily. Blessed experientially, My favorite teachers of the realm. Fashionable and beautiful, Days of royal representations. They keep our universe safe, Godly and distinguished. Companions of the highest order, Their royal visits appreciated and celebrated by humanity. Model kingdoms of culture and virtue, To be so blessed and divine. This is a rhyme that humanity treasures, Repects and reveres, thankfulness to God. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Lord, Help My Depression... My mind seems to be going "in every direction." I often wander if I'm going through a depression. The people I once loved... I love no more. Life seems to be so "dry." Rather "a bore." My life seems to be "turned upside down" There's no one to help. Nobody around. Will you... God... listen to my call? And accept me... Faults and all? I know that you're listening to my desparate plea. To love someone as lowly as me. Thank you Lord for helping me along. In your arms of mercy... Is where I belong! By Jim Pemberton
Lift up from the rotar weeds Summer bleeds the last still born As autumn greed fights decay To save the date from phallic fortunes Gather brand new gallop horse distortions Where poles putrify at stockholm Is this the way the world ends? On battery pulse with no remorse Sucking hospital cupid with no hope groan syndrome To make alive the image Of fly's circling round chopper wheels My primal ordeal is to shake it thin As carcass evaporates mermaids into wave maids Concrete headaches will remember the bloodline spilled Out the skin fold mouths of gyrating myth From belly up suckers that just gotta bust the date Wealth of the flagship sailing straight into paper fates
Days and nights and the universe I The musty monsoon insects with swelled bellies soggy paper boats. II Curiosity a black feathered bird peeps in, there is no return. III Close the eyes, its night. A bat has taken a bite; the fruit rolls away. IV The desolate rails. Millions of butterflies, they reign the wild shrubs. V Crystallized water, this rock has witnessed years, a fly has more eyes. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Humanity has a gift that has been long forgotten. Some call it a feeling, some call it just intuition. We all have some sort of reaction to different things. Dreams, provide information if you understand. We all have senses that we rely on, in many ways. Third eye, known as part of the chakra, Vortices from the chakra, shows in energy, Ancient beliefs, used for visual transportation, Beyond what we know as time-space continuum, Past acknowledgements were held in superstition, We can and will harness this anomaly in the future. For I myself have slight abilities of seeing future events. Written for Sponsor ^Rick Parise Contest Name Spirit Eye NEW CONTEST
Frank A man of God, and a friend to many Heart of gold, shining so radiantly Lovin life, his family and friends Frank had a joy that no soul could deny Always ready with a joke to make a sad soul smile Always ready, if needed, to pray a while Loving others, but loving Jesus most of all Frank served his Jesus and gave his all A doctor visit revealing stage three cancer A whole life, now changing forever Every day presenting new challenges Franks beloved bride, sharing with him the peaks and valleys God said it was now time to go We grieve the loss of his presence, but this one thing we know Frank is in heaven, without any more pain Learning that to die and be with Christ, is truly gain He is worshipping his Savior now, for all eternity!
These Three Words… I was thinking of something God spoke to me the other day. It was powerful and almost "took my breath away…" These three words; "I love YOU!" Were clearly spoken… I didn't know what to do. I felt worn out and broken… I cried and waited for something to change from within. This "voice" I heard… Would I hear it again??? I looked for a bible. Any one I could find … I had to seek an answer to settle my mind. I opened up to the book of John and began reading… I realized it was Jesus… That my life was needing... I read the first few chapters including John 3:16. About God's love, which can make my heart clean I was so thankful and joy came deep inside. Bowing my head… I wept and cried. I was sorry for the many sins I had committed... Jesus forgave me… Now my sins are omitted! I'm so thankful for the gift of life I've received. When I came to Jesus and simply believed!!! I am drinking of the living water that never shall run dry. God has promised: "all of your needs. I shall supply! Thanks be to God! Glory and praise I shall give him! Won't you give him a chance? He's here to listen! He alone can do what no other power could ever do! The words he speaks to everyone are; "I LOVE YOU!" Listen to his words… It's a heart-felt invitation… You too can receive his mercy and salvation! By Jim Pemberton 01/28/11
Streaks of light decorates- the Morning star, bright as silver- depression disappears in cloud
Scores of recipes may need vodka in any way, like every person, animal or object in this world; water is essential, a vital need to everyone' without it, life would not be possible to survive. Its essence dispel the dryness and death It's a potent creation, a number one support; that brings to life and sustains its strength for one who lives and copes with many things. What a great need for everyone to have water and survive with it, along with other things; in a perpetual state, water makes a difference, it's a source with its essence that means life. In all settings, time, history, and situations, their link to life-giving wonders and events reminds everyone of God's gift to his people that He, in John's gospel, is a living water. Note: Vodka: It is a Russian word, a diminutive of "water" (before you adopt an ironic smile, be aware that "whiskey" comes from the Gaelic for "water of life").
Was it self mutilation or lack of self of control, That catalyzed my desperation to seperate my skin from soul. I walk alone on this sphere, broken by love rebuilt by fear, I scream against the wind but there is no one here. I'm seeing red fading into black, My full potential I've been holding back. The devil left me in this desert to die alone, In search for wisdom I will find my way back home. As I will do my best to seek You out, No compass wheel just my will and ground. With my imagination watch me win their hearts, With Your inspiration watch me win their thoughts. But my enemy is cunning he sends his dogs to watch, I count my blessing and they remind me of my have nots. It seems the more I breathe its just the more I bleed, But I won't let them break my souls sovereignty. My vision is forward and my foot steps are secure, But how much tribulation must one man endure. On my quest for hope I stumble upon swollen eyes, Lord have I not lived long enough to feel alive. Author of my life, the highest mountain that I'm belayed, Fill these pages with more than just my numbered days. So when I find peace and my eyes fall down like rain, Please let me stay and rest In Your Holiness...
I've always wondered That when I die Where will I go? I've always hoped something Different each time… I've always asked The stars if I Could stay longer… Then I started to ask more… Then I started to wish more… Then I started to dream more… Since then I've always done it… I've always wished That there is no Hell when I am gone… I've always dreamed That there is a Heaven when I am gone… I've always begged For my family To stay alive when I am gone… I hope it's not hot in hell… I hope it's not cold in heaven… I hope I don't die… I hope even in death that I can still love… I hope even in death that I can still live… I hope even in death that I can still see the stars light up the sky… I hope because it's all I can do…
The borders to my fortress stay closed, The plague inside must be contained, I killed the open for the threat they posed. Starve the tricky to keep thoughts drained. Hoarders stay free, for they keep me, The obedient get combined for strength in numbers, But the observant get blinded for the sights they see. Multiple births get canceled throughout the summers. This land will not fail, there is no option, For used to be soon mother there is adoption. My colony quickly expanded as i matured, Its dangerous to be free yet lost, My path was finally found, no longer detoured . And i will never stray again, no matter the cost.
You walk a path Only some will know A stranger's hand You learn to hold A fight you face But you're not alone While you stumble down a broken road You keep your head Up to the sky As though you see For the first time A blue that never caught your eye Or morning grass that smells so sweet Then staring at the evening sky That leaves you with a breathless sigh And wonder what is meant to be Why walls are placed in front of me, Am I here to learn or teach, The hands I take Or those that reach With open arms For strength and hope While walking down the broken road With faces , who all share their dreams See colors some will never know The bluest sky, a field of green A simple bow, a ribbon of pink Worn among the strong and weak With courage ,grace and tears that flow They leave behind the broken road Kevin D. Fix
By dusk, the day will take its toll I unwind with my daily stroll And every day my eyes behold A tree, upon a mound. I see his life how he would see We keep eachother company Together, just my tree and me And noone else around. We laugh and sing and dance and play And quickly waste the sun away And soon its light that lights the day Is nowhere to be found. And now it seems I cannot see I'm stuck here, fading, with my tree Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves My soul becomes the ground.
Have you ever bounced a rubber ball? The way it bounces back off the wall There is a simple truthful fact Harder you throw - harder it bounces back Sometimes things are clear to see As I'm the ball the ball is me Sometimes life can be real hard As the dealer flips another card The devil attacks in many ways I have seen some real hard days There is truth in the things I write Devil and I are having us a fight Just as the truth is the honest fact Many times I've bounced right back I wrote this poem with a smile See I like to go that extra mile I have found in the prayers I pray I'm a rubber ball who is here to stay I wanted to thank you all for the prayers. I woke up this morning pretty optimistic about everything that is happening. I reckon the Lord will have my back. You know thats a real good feeling something I dreamed I could say. May God Bless Us All !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.
To reach deep inside of you and feel your heart beating in my grasp To hold your fragile heart in my hands and cradle it With such tenderness and care like a newborn To keep it safe from harm and let it grow again To hold it tenderly and wash it clean with my tears of love and joy Wash away all of the taints placed upon it before me To mend the broken areas To feel it beating stronger with every touch of my love To feel it begin to warm in response to my touch Feeling the warmth radiate from within And bathe in the glorious waves of love pouring from it To bask in the glow of you and your love To let my tears flow because they don't belong here anymore Washing away all of the previous hurt we've had to endure To lie washed up on the sunkissed shore of loves sweet paradise: Love 'N' Laughter CLiPiCs
Out of the heart Springs the many issues of life amidst Throughout a distant embracing strife Out of the heart a modest choice to make In ardent springs embraced upon temporal negate Within time, Comes about a correlation within its peace Strong is it may seem Out of the heart some may disagree/ Out of the heart... One may equate logical persuasion out of a mist filled with reality; Charity... The tender soil still quickens lending it to art as in some specific touch Through a variation in a dream falling apart at the seams Some are even very eager to engage in its deepest sympathy? One may negate truth thus in order to twist its factual to live the lie? Still others equate logical persuasion amidst; Out of the heart form the issues of the heart/ Through darkened shades of Pine some may even spring a leak? We still know what tomorrow might bring? Amidst temporal chords of fallem mankind We stand amazed at the glue of false fabrication Twisted thoughts filled with thunder amidst its period of priority Justification by faith yet they negate logic for a side order of fear Twisted minds that plug destruction blaming third degree of fire on their very souls Neglect to pick up the cross & to follow then soaring into sorrow Never any hopes for a brighter nor that a better tomorrow; Out of the heart the mouth will speak amidst the madness deepened creek/ Throughout darkened shades of Pine soiled in the breeze with illogical persuasion We all still know not what tomorrow may bring? Amidst temporal chords of fallen mankind Under the surface of the bone filled there is still a layer of skin Whence, do I need to ever begin again Fallen man amidst a rise of the angry pagan Flashlights with a dull pitch formidable response in its equated logical filled lies Does all of the lie come at any logical big enough surprise?
I tasted the breath of death, just the other day Please bow your heads with me, let us all pray There was the darkness all curled up in my mind Looking for something that was not there to find There was no shame; no guilt there was no reason to lie I answered each question, about the how and the why I ask about my wife, my daughter and even my Doctor to I couldn't believe I had overdosed; after all I have been through My wife talked with my Doctor who gave me a hug and a grin Scared to death that I was about to lose one of my dearest friends He said, "Mike that is the number one thing that I love about you" You ask about how all of us are feeling, with your heart so true Mike You're the one table, you're the one you just about died Yet it is for each one of us, all of those tears you have cried Mike look at all the people that are concerned about you It's because you have learned how to be truer than true I bet this little story will be written for the whole world to see With no shame in your game, guess what just happened to me? Mike that's why this whole town loves the person you are When it comes to the cold hard truth, you shine like a star Where most people would be running off someplace to hide You'll tell the truth to the world with the Lord at your side Somebody mentioned the 12-step program and yes I do attend Though these days everything I do depends on the pain I am in I created many games in Prison to test ones threshold of pain Most folk would agree mine sits on the border of totally insane My nerves have been crushed, cut and broken almost broke into Which happened to the cartilage in my knee and a ligament or two Through it all I've helped everyone I can, I have refused to stop When it comes to my spiritual mountain I'm driven to reach the top But ever since I overdosed that day, I am on a journey of rest See the Lord will go to every extreme so we will learn his test This poem is a beautiful story that keeps running though my mind Though I reckon I should end it now that there is no more to find Everyday is a miracle in a single breath our lives can be taken away Tell the ones that you love I love you, and take time with them to pray As for me I reckon that I make my mistakes I'm just a part of the game That little part with a great big heart sharing every last drop of my shame
The jasper pebble is the stepping stone towards Faith. Its paved expectations in hope and trust are embedded along the way. A green emerald glorifies the garden of mirth and a good conscious is Clear like a crystal at birth. The sapphire is significant in the stability of light and a topaz mountain Measured it's depths through the heights. The dream diamond reflects a quiet place From up above and pearly gates radiate jewels with heavens love. We walk by Faith not by physical sight and the foundations Of Faith are all the bases in life….
Certain diseases seem to be more prevalent in some races than others So with no other issues in your family health care history You still may have risk factors for several diseases Just by belonging to a particular ethnic group African Americans Have an increased risk for diabetes Insulin resistance Have the highest heart-disease risk for high blood pressure Asian American Have an increase risk for osteoporosis (especially women) Caucasians Have an increase risk of osteoporosis (especially women) Litinos Have an increase risk for diabetes Insulin resistance Are over 6x more likely to develop kidney disease if diabetic Native Americans Have an increase risk for diabetes Insulin resistance 6x more likely to develop kidney disease if diabetic 2022015
What it must be like inside your head, To come to a decision that you are better off dead. To think that there's nowhere life to turn, A peaceful life is all that you yearn. Convinced that talking to family and friends, Will only make matters worse in the end. They don't need to hear your problems, You think they've got their own. But if only you had known. They are there with you through thick and thin Family since your life did begin. They have picked you up when you have fell, So give them the chance now and your problems do tell. There is much more to life than just this way, So please convince your head that you want to live another day. copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.
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
By the blank firing squad we waited as the soldiers loaded brass tacks and high angled themselves in line. Filling the glass lungs stood before that apathetic gaze, full by the noon day's glare. Bitter Orange cast across the metaphors imagery climbing ever higher ; shadows play on the ground beneath our feet finding a dance partner among the gun barrels. All acrawl beneath the skin , cockroaches bury deep of the American flag passed from this British Eagle after liberty w-/ out much royalty to country. English stereotypes spitting on the union jack discuss Page Three monologues & the latest Styrofoam protests. Just say a word and Mean it. Only impressive once the Media took hold in a slow zoom on the Flash Mob mentality breaking out in frustration. At a country riddled w-/ apathy and unrequited eyeball kicks locked in judging show cycles , especially in ink, grasping for the straw to break the camel's back. If only to go over the edge , finally going Mad , always, teetering on the brink . One foot in the gutter & in the other in Flintstone-esque traffic. Now I'm sure no one's written that before . Left right on my mark, Aim &
His heart gave a leap of joy, scrambling up over a wall of memories, as the leaves quivered in front of him. On Monday the children were playing at soldiers. On Tuesday he was playing fast and loose with a girl's affections. I forgot to give childhood to him and the coat sit badly across the shoulders. A heart overflowing with gratitude,he was a good man, came of a good family. Thinking of grievous loss and bewailing, Jack Haley woke up. Gale force winds and the boat of souls tossed about on the stormy sea, a joke and a racking headache of a thousand why. Silence reigned everywhere at 6.30 in the morning. He is a law unto himself now as 5 dollars in his pocket suddenly disappeared. He never sold himself to the enemy and lights turned on. He looked at his son with pride,fingered the tie of reputation, stammered out a few words and then stopped. Just stopped.
Awaking to painful swollen hands, feet, and legs Thoughts fill head of what to prepare for breakfast_some eggs? Go to prepare me some coffee to sit on porch Just few minutes to linger in God's love before sun scorch Wonderful foggy morn glad I am not driving Thick fog could cut with knife for me fog reviving A golden sun sends beams radiating through fog Doves coo for a long while other birds chip_no crickets_frogs Slowly reality sets in my morn begins Some breakfast has to be prepared life's tasks start once again Thank you for a time on the porch of peace quiet To jot down few thoughts before the days noise unquiet Something called poulter's measure 12/14 syllables per line in rhyming couplets Inspired by Francine's contest not an entry
Like dying embers wounded soldiers watch as life ebb quietly Struggling to catch a gulp of thinning air While the medics do their thing with intent A spurt of blood, then More blood oozing out of the broken veins Life like a fading image on television screen Keep going into the unknown As fear keep enveloping everyone caught in naked awe As the sun quietly slides in wispy clouds setting While the tall shadows takeover the show The medicine man talks reassuringly But the departing man like an insect hanging on a grass blade In the midst of the rushy flood torrents Shivers but only on the drowning grass Prayers are uttered silently As the hands of the medicine man Grind to a halt It was another dark day
Love your face It is your expression Love your body It is your impression Love your touch It is your light Love your eyes It is your sight Love your mind It is your emotion Love your lips It is your devotion Love your heart It is your feelings Love yourself It is your everything
There was a time when I felt so lonely and forsaken. Everything I had was either gone or taken. I lost all hope and had no place to stay. Just trying to get through another day. I thought that drugs would give me what I needed. The "danger signs" in life, I no longer heeded. I soon learned about "joints" and "tricks." All I lived for, was to get "another fix." I felt no right or wrong, no guilt or shame. Then one night an "angel of mercy" called my name. "Jesus loves you" were whispered into my ear. Without help-I knew—death was so near! This "angel" gave me a place to rest my head. He seen that I was clothed, bathed, and fed. His words were filled with a message of hope. I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope. This "angel of God" gave me an invitation. And soon I received God's wonderful salvation. I traded my "ashes"for God's mercy and grace. I now have joy in my heart & a smile on my face. God's love can do what no drugs could ever do! He's here right now... He is waiting for YOU!! By Jim Pemberton 2007
His Love For Your Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton
Sometimes I feel, that life is not real. Sometimes I feel so fake, like I could use a stake, to hurt myself but I won't. Sometimes I feel so happy, but feel so flappy, My lips are chappy. As I turned away i looked in the mirror, I seen no hair, in the hospital sitting by, me is my mom. I started to cry, Oh how i couldn't try to eat, I didnt know what was going on, A doctor comes in and tells me how it was going to happen, All of a sudden i close my eyes, and i have seen heaven. God has still not answered my question, for there i knew i have got to heaven. THere sat a gold chair, with a man sitting in it, For that man who died for me so i could be free from my teenaged cancer.
Everyone in the world thinks babies and kids have no struggles we are wrong. We forget the hardest times of our lives is when we were infant our hearts beat a song. When we were hungry we would cry, little hands could not grab anything that lye. We had help to hold our bottles and we felt so helpless in our everyday struggles. Our eyes did not open till the time that we were able we saw everything huge in size. It made our heart throb fast and nothing made sense for all the words were gurgles. The little ears we had we did stress with sound so loud and so unknown made us cry. The fathers and mothers with kind word almost calmed us while they whispered. They held us with fear, we had fear just knowing that we could not handle stress alone. We grabbed things and we just wanted to hear the heart beat of our mom and dad. That was the only thing in our minds that made us calm and glad. The first touch of rough skin and strong hands were most comforting, yet scary at once. Trust gradually grew when whipped our mess and hind ends, which were still scary. To the large people out there the mind of a child is so simple but they still struggle. They still need food, love and security that is all they need to grow. To their lives is what they cling and no one is there to protect them from sorrow. There are less fortunate kids that never get to hear their mothers and fathers hearts. They soon empathize with everything around them with an emotion that struggles. When sleeping on our own we cannot defend ourselves so we have fears. That's why we cry nightly to sigh relief, we get exhausted and we run out of tears. Remember the times you seen a child fall down their first step or bump into things. It is scary when knowledge is lacking and get into things, which are a signs of struggles. Children is future, it is nice to just watch them study, play and learn who they are. Babies and Kids smiling, playing loud, and just sitting, they are still people they struggle.
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Never stood still on battling ground, watch the vicious and villainous carnage, and not fight with true courage... to increase the sword clanking sound. Never been humiliated by slandering words not timely, my silence banished them as they picked up velocity; I did nothing to vindicate my anger with visceral grief... and today my memory still evokes that encounter too brief. Never are valorous men nailed to an undeserved cross, making those nails penetrate their hands and feet, no guilt is ever found in them, innocence is their plea; but the loud, infuriated voices still demand their death. Never withheld feelings of compassion, and put a distance between myself and them, poverty was caused by those who greedly governed; why blame the common people for a corrupt institution? Never looked away when the smallest hands reached out through profound silence, and in those youngsters faces anyone could see their misery and sense their desperation arise; they had needs, not wants like we have, when their food and water were scarce. Never broke any law of the land, but abode by it with a good character and willingness to spread peace, not rebelling and causing damage to property and harming citizens; in any civilized country violence doesn't solve anything, it only hardens the hatred. Never got drunk or smoked marijuana to avoid the ugliness of reality, although peer pressure was there and by pushing it away, I resisted it; it cost me their friendship; and looking back, I am glad I kept my dignity... and who needs friends like that, when they lead you down the wrong path? Never cursed God for the ills of others impinged on me, and for the misfortunes I endured for endless years without a shout; my tongue always hollowed His holy name...knowing that He had put me to the test, and in due time He would have blessed me. Never planned revenge on anyone who had conspired against me, this conscience was spotless and no action was needed by me; if I had retaliated, they would have rejoiced and responded with laughter; a fox is known for its slickness, and my instinct was alike it, if not better. Never allowed doubt, or foolishness to contradict what was beautifully created, the cooling breeze on steaming days, the pouring rain for a rich harvest, the brilliant sunshine to make everything grow: from trees to grass; and in the fluffy snow...I saw my purity and the peacefulness of winter so revered. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Those Close To Us Can Cause So Much Pain Isn't it amazing, the hurt and damage someone can do? Especially by the one who said; "I Love You!" Isn't it amazing, how someone, which we've given our heart. Can betray our love, and "tear it all apart?" On that special day, when your vows were exchanged… It's almost like "overnight," some people change! Throughout this country, this seems too commonplace. As people seek their own desires… Instead of God' grace. Isn't it amazing, how anger, jealousy and bitterness begins? Even amongst our loved ones, that we have called "friends?" What's more amazing… Is how God, in his mercy and care.. Still loves us. And he is always there! No matter what you've said, or what you do. God remains the same. And is always there for YOU! He is faithful! His commitment to you is strong and secure! His love is everlasting! And is 100% PURE! I stand amazed, as to how God still loves us. He asks for our heart. He wants to trust us! Won't you come and experience his love today? He loves you much more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton
The feeling I feel about you in my life is a feeling I never felt before. And if something ever happe to you ,I don't think I could live without you anymore. So every time you go under the knife, I almost feel like I'm losing my mind. I hope and pray to god your fine and well. But my negative thinking just takes over my mind. Oh how I wish these bad days would pass in the night,So by morning you would be in my arms and be alright.
This habit has a hold of me. .. I can't seem to break it! I'm so discouraged … I can't "shake it!" I don't know what to do, or where to turn… When I tell others about it. They're not concerned… What am I going to do in a situation like this? It seems like my life is just one huge mess! The "satisfaction" I seek… I haven't obtained. I've only myself… And no one else to blame… Many discouraging thoughts have entered my head. Each night I cry out loud before going to bed… I can't think or do anything like I once did. I don't know how much longer I 'm going to live. Can you help me Jesus? I know that you can. There's no one else who'll listen or understand… I'm going to get on my knees and begin to pray… And ask for God's help. I'll do it TODAY! I trust his power to break this habit of mine… This is the hour! This is the time! I need true freedom. And a love that will last. Everything I've tried… Disappears fast! To you Lord Jesus I give my life that's broken. "Please come into my heart…" Are the words spoken. "Help me Lord to have victory within…" "And thank you Lord for being my friend!" By Jim Pemberton 02/05/11
Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip. We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... . My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... ! Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... . I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried — But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now - All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast; Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !
Future dreams revealed day by day University a memory and resource Treasures so refined and unique Us daring to dream Realistic and powerful Excellence personified by simplicity Dreams to live the good memories Reality a welcome communication A thesaurus of good deeds and friendship Miracles blessed by the Lord Sounds of future accomplishments
it's not as good as you say It's not what it seems False tales and dreary days No sunshine, it only rains Just old cloudy days And yesterday's dreams It's not all you make it out to be Things don't come free There's a price for everything Even a price for your soul You're making something out of nothing it's always something All the drama, all that pain Stings my piercing heart You tell your lies in the dark One day I'll bust open
Carolyn is one of my best friends, and we comfort each other with encouraging words, and it seems I do worry more than she... oh, should we meet death before it strikes, or hope to see more lovely, sunny days? How could we reach the end and simply face sorrow when pain is an unheard cry? No, we should cheer ourselves up and just trust that we'll defeat the fear of that dark day... hoping a friend's deep concern isn't the worst.
Constance holds the key to freedom, she'll never sit down and die of boredom; all the free things we don't think of or see, are there for everyone to experience and enjoy. Employers buy our time to give them service; if nothing is for free what's happened to your awareness? The air we breath, the sunlight we feel, and the fragrant flowers we smell... weren't these also given by God to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden? Look around there many more for us to discover... the incessant waterfalls and rivers still supply their water, and without them the earth would be an arid desert; and in this wasteland, only spiders can try to cheat death. Constance holds the key to freedom, inspiring us timelessly, and the beauty of her revelation is that we can pursue it adequately; she doesn't boast as the rich do, humbleness is her inborn virtue... welcome her suggestions and begin living your day as busy folks do. Inspired by Constance's Blog MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Softly, Arrives illumination of day, Exposing morning's dew. As a cancer survivor, Each day portends a new beginning; So how could it not be a great day, For I'm alive! Alive, without complications, Aside from one recurring cloud, Which must be frequently ushered from thought, And back into the dormancy of my psyche. For thirty-two, years, Doubt, has been foreign, self pity, non existent. As for questions of why my existence, This much I know, God, has not overlooked me. I see only insignificant accomplishments, While God, fathoms what I will yet do. Possibly a thought yet unpinned For one individual's contemplation. My life's folio, it's true, Others could have surpassed, Still, I am honored, That God has selected me for His quill.
Finale Streams of tears falling; His crepuscular brawn years, Embracing his end.
Shelf life of lights = A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she's spent. Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town; his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch've dried. She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi. The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it. "You look great." The wind's accent, slightly slurry, comes inside. It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Do one good deed this year Bring out joy, and good cheer. Make it loving and sincere. Voice it loud and clear. Sympathize with everyone here. Forward it all over the sphere. Spread love outward, not just near. Don't let the pace alter or veer. Let Gods' true vision appear. Lend your knowledge in revere. Let his word be ultimate premier. Love life real; keep it dear. There is nothing in life to fear. Not even death, if you really cohere. Yours, mine, existence never unclear, Don't just sit around on your rear. Do good deeds, it will spread to a peer. Written for Sponsor Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Contest Name Good Deeds
Behold this body Fore it is the Temple of Christ -And- He can make you' Well So, take my advice Give Him your illness And He will give you' Life... So, thank God! GF
And Other Loving Hands To Help Us (Matt. 28: 19, 20 & 1 Tim. 4: 16) Out Of Personal-Pits-Dug And When Others Blame God … … I Just Want To Give Them A Big-I-Care-Hug ! And Tell 'Em, Humans Chose Rebellion They and 'We', Chose To Go It Alone Independence or Ignorance … That's Us … Singing That 'Hit' Song ! (So … Can't Blame God, For What's Wrong) See … If You Steal From Your Mum or Poppa They Too, Will Send You Away They May Leave The Door Open In Case You Return One Day And If You're Out There Doing Bad And Bad Things Happen To You You Can't Rightly Blame Parents For The Path You Choose … But You Want Them To Bail You Out When Their Good Advice You Refuse (You Wanna Use Them) … That's Just Twisted ! If You Blame Them, 'Cause You Lose … … Your Dignity and Divinity And Lord Help Us … This Is Humanity ! And If You Don't Believe … Scripturally ( 2 Tim. 3: 16 ) Then, Just Check Out Man-Made-History … … It's Filled With Hate Its Even Up-To-Date … So, Don't Lie or Blame, To Your Own Infamy Please, Don't Repeat The Words, of Mankind's Enemy ! ( Gen. 3: 4, 5 ) 'Tis A Lie, 'Tis A Lie, 'Tis A Lie, We Must Reject ! … I Say This With Godly-Love and Soul-to-Soul-Respect God … Is Bona-Fide Benevolence And Beauty At Its Best … I Bless Him, With My Last Breath ! Yet, I Know Some Here, Have Been Hurt By What Others Say and Do … But In All Fairness, My Beloved-God, They Are So Wrong To Blame You ( Part 2 of 2 ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Respect and Remind Remind With Respect Agnostics, Atheists and Bitter-Hearts Beware of Belittling HE, of The Highest Courts HE Is Not One To Mess With, Or To Be Mocked In HIS Hand, Is The Key, To Your Own-Death-Lock … Now, If You're One To Say, "Oh, I Had A Good-Run I've Had Fun, and Now, If It's Done … It's Done" And If You Are Ready To Leave, When His Kingdom Comes … You Won't Mind, Your Last Breath, Blown To Oblivion By: The MoonBee
Dream depth Dreams are the Leatherback tortoises lazing across the Caribbean's; the blue water and columns of sun. dreams have seen the ruins, the pieces of lost cities, Atlantis; buried. Dreams have touched the fossilized white bones of a father, a fisherman, who sunk. The boy wakes up, runs on bare feet towards the shore where his dreams are. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
"I know you are specially designed for this operation" the man twisted as the Old Stories streaked gold across the wall opposite. When the lights went out a moment later , touching his throat , like a piece of ice dictating : ' Lies about Man's psychological & biological make-up.' "I know ; I wrote it , seldom happy & junk sick" Laughter from the Alcatraz of his eyes asking someone for The Synopsis of ; Flight , wordless. Hate , an active verb. Fury , the inside of a furnace. Pain & silence...
This day plays over and over in my mind It'll stay with me until the day I die On the highway looked up Dark gray clouds closing in On the radio Social Distortion comes on "Reach for the Sky because tomorrow may never COME.." Thought to myself, better get there fast This song might be over in time for her spirit to pass Still thirty minutes to go Cars gotta go faster, gotta roll Reach the hospital and walk fast as I can I'd like to run but strangers pass so I cant I enter the crowded room I stand in the corner, I look at her in the bed. In so much pain, her body is trembling from head to toe Then IT happened, She asked for him He bent down and filled her arms with his hug Her upper body slightly off the bed as he tried to relieve her pain For the first time in my life I saw my brother experience true love I could see the particles of air above their heads exchanging loving thoughts He thought" It'll be ok, you can let go" She thought" It's just so hard because I love you sooo" He thought"I love you baby, god is calling you home" She said " No need to call. I'll watch over you. When you arrive I'll know" It was by far the most overwhelming emotion ever Beyond control I could no longer see, The tears just poured I think a ghost put it's hand down my throat, And then used my heart as a stress relief ball... Cancer was the boxer giving my heart a beat The pain was the ying as the love was to yang Two people in love, In a world that can be so untrue, I'm so glad my loved one found you!
Babies, Babies Like to get rabies. That's the way babies rock. Writers, Writers Like nice highlighters. That's the way Writers rock.
Thankful, For Earth-Love … Life … Also Family Of … So … All The Above
Memory Loss Urinary problems Losing vision Thinking difficulties Individual weakness Painful moments Losing balance Extreme fatigue Stress induced Coordination problems Life altering Emotional rollercoaster Reduced strength Over reacting Smell sensitivity Irritable feelings Suffering daily
House to house A passing, admiring scent Hold me...we'll pass House to house You are still apart of me Hold your horses Fight the tears Wipe them away until everything Clears House to house Passing by torment Do you know the hint? When time runs out I wait till some sun Peaks in this forbidden forest Tormented by breaking summers Drenched...on no one's side Just stay near...beside...abide We'll stay house to house Excited by curiosity There will be a house for us At last A key to joy Let us go...explore this terrain We'll have a roof To push aside the rain To clear our years away We are definitely here to stay House to house Torment to joy We are invited To stay here forever At last Without no guilt There is no way That I'm moving No more This desire Ruins me to the core I'm sure At last With my lady friend And began to tend Our wanted life Without Passing House to house Dealing with passing To and fro by searching House to house At last!
I remember growing up in a Christian family. We were content, joyful and quite happy. Things were "going along rather well." We loved each other... more than words could tell. I think of the special love between mom and dad. As my parents... I was proud and glad! Over the years that rolled on by. Something happened. I don't know why. Our deep love became replaced with "excuses." Our relationshps filed with "barsh words and bruises." This family... I once held so close to my heart. Began to "unravel and fall apart." Our love for another became bitter and cold. Even to the day we're "growing old." Everywhere... it is evident and appearing. The family as a unit is quickly disappearing. We must come together and remove all bitterness. And walk in God's love and his forgiveness! We must appreciate one another-- in spite of our faults! Standing together on Godly principles brings good results! It we insist on "going our separate ways." We'll be sorry "one of these days!" The family is what God has put together. It needs to be rooted in love-- both now and forever! HIS love needs to be the glue that binds us as one. Blessing every mom and dad... daughter and son! By Jim Pemberton 2009
It's the fear of an early departure mixed with knowledge of things left unsaid. I sit biting my lip as I write this. I don't notice the pain till I've bled. Do I say ''Goodbye'' or ''See ya later''? Overwhelmed by this feeling of dread. They all know that my heart was made for them (or made by them as I've often said) . I must go with the plan of returning still I plan so I leave no regrets. I have written my final goodbye notes with the hopes they will never be read.
I may look very naive and vulnerable, hiding the pangs of my distress so well, looking normal and walking too brisk... only when God is walking down my path. I seem to look away and shun the troubles, but inside I am hurting like anybody else, who dreams of a coming universal peace... only when God is walking down my path. I nourish my body and thank my Creator for every slice of bread and drink of water, the essential things that not everyone has... only when God is walking down my path. Since my birth, I have been sheltered by a roof top, feeling no rain, hearing no wind, bearing no bitter cold; blessings are added daily, not taken away by wrath, all this is possible...only when God is walking down my path. I was given a loving mother who cared for my daily needs watched me grow and I spiritually grew to praise Him in my hymns; and her unforgettable and soft words still echo, as when I knelt down and wept, not making me stray from my course...only when God walked down my path. I have been fortunate enough to have lived and survived this long and witnessed may events that have shaped a changing world in constant turmoil, unwilling to get rid of ugly hate; I feel very sound and safe...only when God is walking down my path. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The crow: Her old tired body falls to the sturdy bench as she inhales with difficulty. Faintly her heart beats, slowly her blood circulates. "With age I die by the day." Her ancient voice rings. Through the ravenous night a single crow lands at her feet. Her wise eyes smile as she gazes at the dark bird before her. "Crow has no sense of time, lives in the void having the ability of past, present, and future at the same time. Have you come for me then, my keeper of the souls? Or is this a trick you have conjured with wild coyote?" Silently the crow flies onto her lap and gazes deeply into her sickly round eyes. Inside the bleak of his pupil the women sees a light. No trick or illusion, just the purity of afterlife. Her wrinkled hands caress his silken feathers as their eyes mirror each other. Carefully the crow absorbs the old Indians soul and takes flight, cawing in the dead still of the night. Symbol of creation, healing and protection the crow is the keeper of the souls
The sunrises like the aurora borealis this morning With the morning star still glowing brightly Crickets calling for their mates to come Noise of man already begun The air is cool with a crispness Inviting one to stay on the porch Taking in all God's awaking of the earth A few whispy ink black clouds grace the sky Breathing deeply enjoying the oxygen supplied My body by God who created the earth Birds begin to sing God's praises One lone bird flying high in the darkness He is just a shadow flying by To grace my morning on the porch He must be the early bird that gets the worm There is a stillness but yet a can feel the air move As the sun comes slowly up the morning star fades Gradually disappearing from sight Yet it is still there its brillance hidden by the sun Each tree shadow takes on a different shape The colors in the sky constantly changes Just like our lives, no matter how well planned Life happens and changes occur for good or bad With mountain top experiences or down in the valley God is always there but sometimes We walk off and leave him He weeps as we turn our back to go Thank you God for this time My time on the porch
I can tell you that I love you, and prove it day by day. I can hold you when you shake and tell you everything's alright. I can lift you when you fall, and hold your hand tight, but... God can and will count your every tear drop, and dry them all away. He can wash away the tear stains on your pillow, and make them unseen. He knows your heart through and through, and will direct His love within. I can pretend to understand and try to explain reason. I can lead you by a way, and warn you of danger up ahead. I can tell you to tread lightly, and cover the truth in sugar coated lies, but... God can and will light the path before you, and lead you to life. He can give you only truth, and in dwell you with grace. He will save your soul from hell and from yourself, and give you eternal life. By His death, He reconciled. By His life, He secures. (c) January 12, 08 Rosemarie Schrock
I want to love you more than anyone has loved I want to give you all of my heart its easy to hold you when your feeling down and blue because baby I can't deny I have fallen hard for you. I want to see you more than anyone before I hope you know that I would never shut my door all I can say is I am true. Oh baby, nothing feels better than being here with you.
You can be a new creation... old things passed away! In Christ... YOU can be a brand new person today! You can be totally transformed by Jesus--your savior! You were designed by him-- your loving creator! He alone can transform you in a brand new creation. By a Holy Ghost inspired blood transfusion! His blood can 100% make your life clean. And give you a reason to shout and sing! Singing praise to Jesus-- the Lord of all! Why not reach out and give him a call? He can be reached with p-r-a-y-e-r. And can change your life this very hour! It's no secret how much God loves you. He's here right now... what will you do? Allow him to be change you and cleanse within. A new creation in Jesus is where true freedom begins! By Jim Pemberton
When I was diagnosed with end stage renal disease. Trust me I was not pleased. I was looking for someone to blame. I took this so serious because I knew that this was not a game. I had to change my lifestyle. For months on my face there was not that familiar smile. I let myself get depressed. Right away came stress. It is so amazing to see the blood leaving your body so quickly. I felt every organ in my body feeling so guilty. Almost every day I get so drained. Inside your body it is a appalling nagging pain. While being dialyzed. Your whole body feels so paralyzed. You are so tired you can only dream and sleep. That sleep at times is so deep. Then your body gets so bone chilling cold. All of a sudden your hands or feet cramp so bad that they cannot bend or fold. After a while on the machine you get so weak. Now after four hours I just want to go eat. As soon as I'm done I give thanks to Jesus. In Jesus name I do have faith and trust. I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much. ~Mother Teresa
Bent before him He says a prayer Give me strength oh good and great Lord Away his sins are cleansed With a wipe of his eyes
There Will Come A Time… There will come a time… I shall cease to be. One day, my heavenly father will be calling me! There will come a time… This home will be mine no more! For one day soon, I'll arrive at "heaven's shore." There will come a time… My body will be "trading places>" I shall be up yonder... With "angelic faces." There will come a time… I'll not have to ponder. When the roll of heaven is "called up yander!" There will come a time… My life will surely be blessed. As I hear my savior's call; "enter into heaven's rest!" This time I speak of will happen soon. I'll be in a heavenly mansion's room! How much time you have left. However you may live… Won't you come to Jesus? He's so wiling to forgive! HE offers life eternal. And has YOU and ME in mind! This is the day of salvation! Now is the accepted time! By Jim Pemberton
Complex love through the years, Friends who shared learning, They also shared classes, Good to be with, The young years with God, The adult years with the Lord, Returning to the happily married with children years, The good memories with us always, A royal passage comprehended, The divorced years and always friends, We continue to cope with this complex love and friendship, We leave that in the hands of the Lord, Thankful for the many blessings. Author: Gwen von Erlach
The reason are of not mine, like a creaking vine. I start to whine, because I'm separated from this day and time. You have placed yourself up high, like clouds drifting by. You never look down to notice me sigh, cause if you did you would begin to cry. The reasons are of not mine. In a wonderful world, I wonder why. Holding on, but my strength is almost gone, what day and time am I from. Why is it so hard for me to carry on While creeping and clinging to every thorn, your steadily rising higher as the day gets going. One on one, it can never be; fore your structure is totally different from me.
Does it reflect a false perception Its reflection can be a weapon Look closer what do you see? To yourself are you being true The image you see is God's art work at it's best You just don't understand that you are so blessed People want to change what reflects their true identity Now when they do make that change they just created the enemy To me it is really a pride thing or a jealous alter ego But ask yourself when you look in the mirror to see who is in control We human beings are never satisfied No matter how much we try So much for so little I bet you want mines too even what is in the middle I call it identity theft Or larceny of God's gift Just look around you everyone seems insecure To alter your appearance to please others is immature "Mirror on the wall tell me what you see?" I see so many people not pleased with God's temple (the body) 1 Corinthian. 6:19-20 "Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body,"
The sky of blue The air so crisp Actions are made At ones own risk Looking into This hourglass Also known as future Or past Everything is going by So damn fast It seems as if It is a sprint and I'm last Limited are the options That bring rewards Only advice I can give Is to at least explore
Oyster days = Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Now it is a great city where her painted dwelling overlooks the marine-drive, now resembles a pearls' string with all those inviting lights. She has friends for parties, chats, for cheers and for gossips; now that she has opened up. A small town is there in her deepest memories. Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting? Does she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a 'thirst', waiting; when calamities come like swift toed stranger wearing a galling grin and knowing, she has no protective shell of zinc, iron, calcium? The needle marks and habits are washed at the rehab. Doctor prescribes this or that, for stress, for mind and for health. She almost laughs at a pill. It is boasting to be made out of oyster elements. All is coming back to her. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
I watched the raindrops one by one they fell they filled an empty hole till it became a well every word of yours is dew like this rain I seek the hole here large and empty for a cistern of waters keep Within I hold these waters as a gift for you the life within a garden cannot without them do The moisture collects in clouds and wind their circuits round the earth each day their routes can now be firmly mapped its requirements to life portray The bounties hidden in a desert you won't ever see in bloom until the rain its torrents fall saturates the seeds entombed Your words are livings waters they must fall upon the seed they cannot germinate or grow they require this moistures deed Mankind's become a desert place where scorpions and snakes do dwell life here is with the cold blooded from the rainforest they have fell Comprehensive examples have been left in all nature and histories show a better teacher than science books if we observe what's here to know The fabric of all of life holds me like a wadi tell like an archeologist who digs the sands and dell These nations want gold and silver but true riches they despise in the end pursuits of vanity will damn those who think they're wise Once again you refreshed my mind when I thought my well be dry the waters here clean and clear not bottled with a lie COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
I Bathed My Body Perfumed My Soul Body and Soul – All Aglow I Washed My Mind Prepared My Heart Made Grime and Crime Depart … I'm As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be I'm Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See But I'm Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity And You Said, What's Yours, Must Be Holy … I've Swept Away Dirty Dust, Won't Settle On Me Mopped and Polished My Humility No (Lye)-Soap, But Suds I, Tin-Washboard-Rubbed My Sins, Clorox-Soaked and Scrubbed … Tonight, It's Time For Another Bath Smog, Plus Fog-Sweat, Well … Do The Math Daily, My Fault, Ain't Far From My Path Tub-Baptized, 'Cause Stink, Only Raises Wrath … I, Talcum-Powder, Self-Inflicted-Bruises Massage Away, Comfort-Zone-Excuses and Rest On Silk Sheets: No Abuses, Nor Wild-Deuces … Lotion On Sand-Grain, Pained-Shoulder Put Soothing Aloe-Oil, Yet Stain Spilt-Over ' Son Of Man ', Came and Used Stain-Remover … My Window-Sights, Clear For Clarity My Hair and Hands, Shining-Sanitary-Vanity) When Vacuumed, I'm Spotless, Not Bare-Empty I'm Hygienic, Jasmine-Scented, Please Remain In Me I'm As Pure, As An Impure-Girl Can Be I'm Clean, As Far As The Eye Can See But I'm Stuck, In The Soil Of Humanity (My Spirit Is Willing … But My Flesh Is Weak) And You Said, What's Yours, Must Be Holy …
A single heartbeat, unappreciated, A breath of air, Unrecognized, Promised, is nothing but, Life and Death, With time constraints, Cherish the ability to Cherish, Time, Love, Life. I pray for you to pray, Death barges in without a knock, No lock and protect you, Security within yourself, faith, Guarding your soul, The only thing you can prevent, Is prevention, Accept rather than object, Dont reject or forget, Because everyone is subject, To what you go through, Remember, Not to Forget, But to remember.
Im alone now... the family's gone to bed... sinful thoughts have entered my head I don't know which direction to turn... My mind feels like a fire... "ready to burn." "Jesus help me!" is my cry and prayer... I know you listen and you care!. I don't want to think on thoughts which trap and allure... But to memorize God's word-- so holy and pure! God's word is a light unto my feet... a lamp unto my path... By HIS word directing me-- I'll avoid God's wrath! Thank you Lord for being patient, loving and kind... And thanks for giving me more of a Christ-like mind. Your loving kindness has now filled my soul... And by your word... my mind's been made whole! By Jim Pemberton 2007
What about the body? . Life is…a Healthier body… heal.their body… ..........x . who's Lordes? LordeeS ... I see . Te kowhao ... "a hole" The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature.... . whole realm W hole real M . of love.
Ever ending walls, are these walls ever ending? Slowely spinning world, will it ever stop spinning? Life is a passage, but is it really pre written? If god is "like wise" does it make him a victim? We all give and take, so does it mean its a mistake, That the reason we are here is only by fate? My mind may alter my inner emotions,but by keepin it locked means its never even open. So I must not accept this world or its fate, for my mind is my own, and for gods, its his gate..
"Blessed is the man who trust in the Lord!" Goodness and mercy in him shall be stored! "He shall be like a tree planted by the water…" And will not wither or fade when the temperature gets hotter. "His leaves are green and will stay in the year of drought." Because his faith in God is what his life is about! "The heart is deceitfully wicked." And who knows it? God! He made your heart and he helped compose it! "He searches our heart and he tests our ways…" There's no running from him. Throughout our days. "He gives each according to the fruit they bear." He knows what you're doing. He is always there! Why not trust him with your life? Why not start today? Allow him to be your Lord. Simply trust and obey! You'll never be disappointed by what he can give! He will bless you and give you a reason to LIVE! By Jim Pemberton 04/22/10 Read: Jeremiah 17:7-10
He was a very handsome man, not filthy, unshaven or ashamed... once he held a cardboard that said, " Help me with whatever you can! " Yesterday around the corner, he held out an empty cup of coffee without saying a word, but his sunken eyes of beggar had no strength to remind others of his unfair destiny... eyes that told a sad story to friends frequenting the local bar. He told everyone sipping a drink that he was forced to beg for bread when his bad health became the curse of Hell, then he lost his beautiful wife and children...the ones he happily held to his hilarious heart when everything went well. " I will rise from the ashes! " he solemnly promised himself, " But in the meantime, that cup will get me the money to survive... some folks will give me dirty looks, walk away and laugh: who wouldn't give me a quarter or a dollar to keep me alive? At night he slept in a shelter down the busy block, and he always carried a pain-killer to relief his headache... he wore a wooden shining cross around his droopy neck and kissed it twice when money dropped in his cup. Today he looked totally different: well-groomed, wearing suit and tie; he greeted me as I tried to hand him ten dollars for a chicken pot pie, " Thanks, buddy for your kindness, I no longer need your money... the Lord has finally healed me: I am bound for prosperity! "
Jesus is with me every step that is taken, With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken! A straight and narrow path is what he will make, He's there to lead and guide me every step that I take. Every choice I have, every step that is made, The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID. His word shall direct me which way I should go, It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below. His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction And shall always lead me into the right direction… By Jim Pemberton 2006
It's against the law to kill someone, who hurts you in some way. But murder is always justified, by mothers everyday. When you think about abortion, do you see the child inside? The babies life you want to stop, has no where else to hide. You tell yourself many things, like it doesn't have a soul. Think of the future your about to destroy, by using birth control. There are many ways to save it's life, for the mothers who do not care. And adoption is the answer, for a couple in despair.
Mind's Insecurity Why is it hard to hear your own words? speaking truth but refusing to hear… fine showing, hard swallowing leave bitter tastes, easier to say conflict inside. Knowing there is no opposite one real the other fake. Yet the mind hurts the heart with accusations or clues even if it's not true. What do you do? act like there isn't pain while attempting to be the same. Silence surrounds speaking volumes difference in intimacy become problems left out for part of a plan telling your mind to understand. How do you recover from distance? that your mind created we know how misled that can be flighty, focused on the worse surviving all is its only course. Upsetting solved issues making it hard to get through stupid when brought to light already advising what is right. One extreme to the next bad habits hard to forget practice what's said follow the heart release the mind's insecurity instead. -Symphony
He is a dreamlight, Sacred and strong, Coincidently with me, Loving and strong, He and I fly like two blue jays, Then perched on a spruce branch, He is my morning and my night, My beginning and my finish, I find him in my dreams, Also with good memories, Will he and I meet again, Destiny complex and religious, God guides and the mystery continues, He is a miracle of the future. I pray that he is from God's kingdom. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
A girl lived her whole life. Forever held, on puppet strings. They bound her hands, so tightly, and wrapped round her legs. No movement she made, was voluntary, she was never in control. She was controlled by others, at their mercy, doing whatever they asked. The world around her was noisy, deafening- with people asking for favours. She could hear these voices, even in the silence, that never really was. She never uttered a complaint, she was silent, about these endless duties. When she locked herself up, those tender tears, were seen by her mirror only. But no matter what she did, she never, could lock herself away from the strings Until one day the word grew silent. She closed her eyes and sighed, *and then, she was gone. *NB, alternate ending (last line):- The strings fell, and she was free.
(Ying Yang) Stagnant was his life; Her capricious habits grew, His ying was her yang
Do you feel like you're "worn out" and defeated? Like nothing in your life has really been completed? Do you feel like your life is going "downhill" fast? And wonder how much longer you're "going to last?" Do you feel like you've hit too many "bumps in the road?" The weight upon your shoulders feels like a "heavy load?" Do you feel like you just can't take it anymore? You may wonder if anything in life is worth living for... Do you want to hear some good news I have to bring? I can tell you of someone who can take care of everything! Do you want to know of someone who can change your life today? His name is Jesus, and he can take all of your problems away! Do you want to allow him to change your life throughout? This is what HIS love is really all about! Do you want to experience the power of God within? Knowing what it means to be forgiven and born again… If this is what you want and what your heart wants to gain. Simply reach out to Jesus and call on his name… He wants you to know and to completely understand. He's here right now and waits with an outstretched hand… He wants you to know… He really does love YOU. Why not start today? And be made BRAND NEW!!! By Jim Pemberton 01/18/11
For three years I have been afflicted Mentally and physically I have been whipped My body constantly wanted to give up and quit I just said no more that is it I felt so lonely and cold inside From my friends and family I hide Right now I'm so afraid to cry I'm so confused about things so I question why With all this anger and hostility Why am I feeling so guilty? I'm crying out for help but nobody hears me Who is this enemy? I keep rebuking with all my might I'm so tired of this endless fight Since I was diagnosed with kidney failure I'm always tired and weak so fragile This is something I thought I can handle Right now my life feels dismantled Last night an angel appeared before me crying He hugged me and said Jesus loves you so keep fighting So I will fight for tomorrow and for another day I will let Jesus Christ guide me and lead my way I cannot and will not fight this battle alone To God I call on and I say shalom! Psalms 116:4 Then I called on the name of the Lord: "O Lord, save me!"
once there was an old man on a lane he always had many cats then he took a train and went down another lane
Confess… That You May Be Healed! I heard a preacher preach on a topic so very real "Confess your sins to one another that you may be healed." This part of scripture... It was very true and evident. This is a truth of healing that's still relevant. The Bible speaks; "confession is good for the soul" This is a part of scripture that's good to know! Why is this not happening as the days are getting "worse?" While many in church struggle with sin's "curse?" I think it's perhaps we just have too many "busy-bodies." They seemed to focus their concern on "everybody." Rather than spending time with God and pray. Many tend to seek the local "news of the day." We need people that are filled up and seek God's Spirit. So when someone needs some prayer. They can give it! We need followers of God, not burdened down with sin. People sold out to Jesus and truly born again! Perhaps then, will confession among God's people take place. Speaking to one another in humbleness and grace! May the touch of God bring sweet comfort and joy. It's his healing ,that we have the opportunity to enjoy! It's coming together in Christ we certainly belong! Though we are weak… HE remains strong! He is faithful to do whatever we may think or ask… Only HE can bring a healing that will always last! By Jim Pemberton
There's something that has already been decided… Everything I need… God has provided! There's something that's been long ago proven… There's a God who loves us. I'm not foolin'! There's something that has stood the test of time… All of God's promises are yours and mine! There's something that's beyond our comprehension… It's about a God who seeks our love and attention. There's something about a God who cares for us… We've all sinned... But he's never left us! There's something about Jesus. He died in our place… It's because of his mercy and unfailing grace! There's something about this same Jesus. He lives today! He can change your life… And wash your sins away! Something that I can do… Is to have a humble attitude… Devote myself to God… And serve him with gratitude… This is something I've started…. A new journey begins! As I walk with Jesus… And come closer to HIM! This is something that I'm so thankful I've done… Is to have a relationship with Jesus… God's son! This is something… Where God has "fixed" a "hopeless situation ,,," And has given me his gift of LIFE… And SALVATION! By Jim Pemberton 02/11/11
Fear Unknown There's no cure Living each day Never knowing what tomorrow may bring Oh, but you look so good, many will say Signs do not show Staying strong Have hope Live
They sell us lies, Feed us death, Shows us lives, That we cannot get, Mock our style, But help us dress, To promote control, And slowly compress, Our creative minds, That stays depressed, Possessed, By the grotesque, Rapist, We call our government, Stealing our souls, For the fun of it, Killing us off, While we transmit, Man-made viruses, To countries, That we consider shit, While we commit, Mass murder, On the mass media, That promotes censorship, Blind to the fact, That we caused all of this, Blind to the fact, That our freedom of speech, Is as useless as a deaf, Dumb, And Blind, 65, Year old mistress, That thinks Jesus was a narcissist.
"WITH ALL OUR PRAYERS" With all our prayers and all our love. A blessing sent from our Lord above. The cancer's are shrinking but not by much. Our Lord placed his hands with his healing touch. We pray to our Lord to make the cancer go away. So Benny and Ashley don't have to pay. We send our love to you each day. Our Lord listen's to what we pray. Teresa Skyles
Acid has become our rain and oceans with mercury do we stain dioxin lies beneath our ground in everything toxic materials be found E-coli is used to alter genes in food where recombinant DNA is understood heavy metals do the population addle as the health industry lose continuing battle With the law makers do the inhabitants contend and a wealthy man can the laws amend documented information on man's pollution yet nobody seems to have a solution Programs that show if man were to die nature herself would repurify at 300 years would be the retaking of only a portion of what mankind is making Desecration upon desecration upon the land mankind destroys himself with his own hand no amount of law can change our ways our own nature fallen since ancient of days Scientists who study regeneration pursue this path with great fascination they know that the body should heal itself but understand not sin and it's stealth Deserts now stand where nature did blossom the amount of the damage is beyond awesome ground waters filled with pesticide about it's effects have governments lied Asbestos and arsenic and lead just a few adversely affect the body nothing new tons upon tons of toxins released to our air and only for wealth do manufacturers care Seabirds and mammals die from plastic trash the production of garbage for making of cash forest and savannahs are being depleted in soil degradation are crops being seeded With love for our earth the concerned have their say but the pursuers of wealth do get their way the destroyers of earth with God will clash but this system of things will Jesus dash sources Gen. 6:11 Eze.9:1-6 Matt. 6:24 Luke 16:13 Revelation 11:18 reading and study of science COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
No good decision is made that starts out as a lie. A good decision is to live for Jesus-- why not give him a try? The truth is that God's son died for me and you! The decision to live for him-- what are you going to do? The lie is..it doesn't matter what kind of choice you make. The truth is...you must do it now! Before it's too late! You'll never know when your last day shall appear. Your final day on earth could be very near! A dedision for Jesus is the best choice to be made. His life for yours.. on calvary has been paid! Come to the cross and give everything to him! Come and experience the joy of being born again! A decision based on (God's)truth, is the best place to start. Jesus' blood will make within you a brand new heart. His gift of salvation is offered to all of mankind. "Now if the day of salvation... Now is the accepted time!" By Jim Pemberton 2008
Another blessing on another day Just another chance to pray Pray for what, "Well lets see" Everything the Lord does for me Not to mention what he does for my wife Praise be to God what a wonderful life Facing life on its own terms Was a lesson we had to learn Had to learn to say "no' to the high Stay on the ground and reach the sky Whatever we need we get for free Lord looking out for us you see Wanted some plants to landscape the yard Lady said no its all-free put up your card I'll even come by and offer my advice Heard from Brian you folk are really nice Then I'll bring the rest of the plants for free Need help planting count on my family and me Spiritual Enlightenment is all I can say Living and giving is the only right way Never pushing our forcing advice Let our actions be our words of life Living by example with no words said Come on in lets break us some bread Day started off in so much pain Getting out of bed seemed in vein But as I end this poem all I can say What a wonderfully beautiful special day Another day the Lord filled our need Man I love the joy of spreading seed For each seed planted ten more sprout We use what we need and give the rest out Which in turn brings so many more Living and giving is what life is for -------------------------------------------- Today I started my day on the site waiting on my Doctor worried i had a large blood clot in my leg - Thank God it wasn't and the rest of the day - God sure does bless us. God Bless and Good night from Michael, Toni & Michaela
You can only visit, you can't stay, A blessing from God, Comes in the shape of triangles and sguares, Maybe someone you met at church, Nature appears and the love stays, Self-controlled and smart, The ability for man and woman to marry again, God complex and fulfilling, My thesaurus rhymes with thoughts, That are many and diversified, University a distant goal. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Morning lights on my leaden eyes And on my body still weighted in sleep Fuzzy thoughts try to creep into my mind I try to move not sure if I really want to wake I check the time on my mobile That is beside my mattress on the floor (Even though this bed is not quite ideal I reflect At least I have a roof over me and I am safe) My body clock and nature's demands Say I must rise In this I have no option I roll over holding my sore back I will my legs to move I shuffle slowly at first It helps my circulation The heaviness dissipates I start to move less painfully The warm summers day looks on me with lacksadaisy eyes My body responds like a dull knife that is not able to cut anything I need a sharpening tool They say 'Iron sharpens iron' I need this if I am going to make this day cut with any precision Painlessly, cleanly and with heightened sharpened wit I look to the Rock that is higher than I My heart is quickened within as I acknowledge His spirit in me I am not alone for the sword of His word brings me light and joy His presence in me brings me peace And soon that which is corruptible will be swallowed up into eternal day 'This is the day that the Lord has made' I will rejoice in it For YOU have made me Glad! © Brenda V Northeast 3 Jan. 2012
You seek a physician, When you are sick. Or look to a friend, When troubles seem thick. We look for help, When we need a hand. Or just someone to, Listen and understand. But there is one sickness, With no earthly cure! It's our sin against God, We've all done it for sure! Whether your sin is big, Or may even seem small. Just too many of them, You can't list them all. Confess them to Jesus, He'll forgive you your sin. He is sins only cure, Jesus heals you from within!
A paper lantern of a girl; Dim halo hazy, stitched thin by needlework. A precision seamstress of darker dreams-- Freedom is a luxury, not A privilege. "Lanterns" Jenna-Nichole Conrad Wordsmith
Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung, Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads; No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - create time to get together; go fly a kite, or sit and chill, make daisy chains. Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days. In meadows baby lambs take their first steps; whilst mad March hare hops and plays with baby bunnies dotting the green fields of the countryside. A season where everything wants to bloom, time to trim those lawns and weed again; and all just in time before spring rains will once more aid those thirsty flowers and bulbs as they grow. For it is now that gorgeous butterflies flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand; pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks - crack open their Easter eggs, just in time to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.
God's blessings for mothers, To have their relatives and loved ones near, The blue sky and the beautiful trees, The sound of songbirds singing their song, Friends that keep us company, The miracles that guide us everyday, A quiet day of thankfulness, Many beautiful memories through the years, Guided by God and the ten commandments. The miracle of education that enhances our lives. A church that is harmonious and forever. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Rain came down last night With it rolled the thunder and flashed the lightning Now the air is so clean, crisp, and cool Crickets abound singing praises While the rooster's strength is renewed Birds chirp with loving calls, for God has met their needs The earth sparkles with beauty from the cleansing bath Breezes gently carry appreciating tunes around Bamboo wind chimes gently give their hollow sound Calling, calming, relaxing; Breeze gently strokes my face Securing my relaxation For my attitude determines the musical tone of my home Totally cloudy this morn but could clear Responsibilities pull me away but I can't go just yet Need to stay on the porch for a while and commune with God
My heart is broken. My mind is weeping. My life is threatened. I lost my trust. You excited me for a run, You robbed me for fun, I misplaced my worshipping, I shall stop my praise. You treated me so fair, My honour is burning, Your ties are so strong, I can't walk longer.
I feel the sordid tug of old temptations, in the sounds of every wayward station. The glint and click of foaming glasses, Wild eyes expand at undressed lasses. The forlorn fervor of :" just once more." crouched, snickering in each grimy door. The dirty dramas, too soon played out, in morning squints and snarling shouts. The rancid carpets, disheveled rooms, foster empty chests with pallid gloom. Lift up your head and watch the clock, for your soul will soon be in the dock. Recall little things like aunts and prayers, Recite one, then two, say them in layers. He'll forge iron will against the neon lights, He'll say:"No!" for me. Not me this night.
Is your life running on empty fumes? Are the adversities and stress of life being consumed? Any zeal and passion for God may be in the past… You wonder; "How long is life going to last???" Perhaps you feel like your anchor's "been lost at sea…" And ask; "Lord… Why is this happening to me?" Things in life often catch us "unaware…" You may ask; "does anyone out there really care?" There is someone who can help you along! In Jesus' arms of mercy is where you belong! He walked this earth and calmed the sea of Galilee… He'll calm the storms of life for you and me! Won't you give him a chance... To calm your fears? And allow his love to wipe away any tears? He'll bring peace to a hopeless situation… All you need to do… Is to give him an invitation… The choice is yours… It's your decision to make! Won't you do it now? Before it's too late??? By Jim Pemberton 01/18/10
My poem is dedicated to Linda-Marie: The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup... it's my token of gratitude for her precious friendship and endless kindness. We thought she had disappeared without traces; it's not like her...her trails are made of pretty laces, but friends at Poetry Soup have missed for three weeks: a lovely lady with the friendliest smile and rosiest cheeks. The bad news hit me hard and made me cry desperately, losing something so useful to accomplish daily tasks as writing, or driving a car is a great tragedy; why did this happen to a good person such as Linda-Marie? Is God testing her faith, knowing that her heart is strong? I've been tested by Him in infinite ways and still praise His name! Another man would have shouted in anger and abandon Him as an irrational one has surely done to accuse Him of wrong! Hopefully, Linda-Marie will accept this tragedy and go on as usual without feeling helpless, lonely and forgotten by Him and all; we'll stand by her as He will...comforting her with prayers and loving thoughts, being assured that our effort will help her overcome painful days with little sun rays.
Life is short But this time It was bigger They all tried so hard To forget her The rumors spread That she was dead She didn't blame them They didn't know It hurt the teacher Hearing what they all said The maddness They could not stop Nor the rumors She lived her life The way she thought God had sought Cancer. it was painful No kem No radiation Abuse. She was rasied with it Abuse only mad the Cancer hurt worse The halls The looks The pain It crowded her thoughts As a senior she was Determined to graduate Still going to school She refused to not go A week before graduation It happened suddenly Walking in those halls Getting those looks The pain worsened She got paranoid Down she went Laying there in pain Watched the world Around her fade to black.
Drunkenness Dishonesty and Impurity They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times 11272011
without- the waning sun warms my face shalom cloaks the wells within
It was me that my savior chose... He's supplied all my needs— my food and clothes. He was there when I was laid off from work. Satan was saying, "you're no good—just a jerk." I admit; "my accomplishments— I do not boast." But I do exalt the Father, the Son and Holy Ghost. If not for God's love, I'd be dead, this I know. This is the reason why I love him so! He's done so much for me— it's hard to express. The privilege of being God's son— I am so blessed! I was a clay jar all broken apart, But the potter put me together from his heart. The glue he used was his love for me, That's why I'm happy and set free! This I know and hope you'll understand, He'll do the same for you— just reach out your hand! By Jim Pemberton 2005
Stripped, abused and tortured. Help me, my life's but one - Don't let it slip away! Authors notes Enforcing a picture and or meaning in 15 words.
Shepherds exquisite rosie blushed skies between seas of clouds drifting by As the veil of evening spirituality rises, the layers strip away until thin enough to reveal a night-time previously unseen Work of art, Heaven's beauty A Queen of the skies. An air if intoxication trips the mind for a moment belief is enforced Unveiled a Guardian Angel set to watch over us, protect us with love Taken too quickly from our world, this feminine stunner with long black trailing locks that reach mid back; a mouth so hot, sophisticated, elegantly wrapped form This spiritual purity, so youthful; is lifted to higher realms, where as a winner, her floral crown is raised before her She watches with breath of reservation Her eyes look on seductively filled with knowing need Enfolded with the love of those that look up to her Her premature wings wrap her neck and shoulders, fluffy, white as purest cotton wool. Her time, her pleasure, her passion, her promise, her prize Yours to seek and find A picture perfect place in mind Desire
One big happy said fairytale Take the pain and no gain Take the slights and not retribution Take it all in without an out. Exploding from the inside out In silence, crying, hurting, writhing in pain and misery Never knowing what it's like to be just okay Never knowing what it's like to have love unconditional Hated and revered Don't show them the pain They don't understand, You are the one that is in wrong. Take it all Deal with it Live with it It's your fault he's like this You carried him You made him the way he is. Deal with the pain and suffering Deal with the stress and the dirty looks It's always your fault No one else's You should know that by now. Take you punishment and like it God's listening but this is his plan Pain and suffering for those that screw up No love for those that dare to be of a different mold. No salvation for the wicked souls of men Shut it up Swallow it down No one cares No one's around No tears will make a difference No whining will help the cause No yelling will change people's minds No matter what you do you won't be accepted So….why try? Be yourself no one else If they don't like to hell with them To hell with you and your self loathing
I died on the operating table at Yale. My brain aneurysm explosion was off the scale. My heart, my brain and my lungs all failed. My life was shaken like a 10 on the Richter scale. My life, like a train, was totally derailed. I left my body and above it I sailed. I looked at my body and it appeared very pail. I heard my doctor say, "we've lost him!" My chances of resuscitation were very slim I heard the machine going beep, beep, and beep. I looked at my body and it looked like I was sleep. To the other side I sailed like express mail. Upon returning, I saw my doctors assail. They worked at a heroic scale. They continued their work to keep me on earth. I heard my doctor say, "we've got him back!" I re-entered my body and began my comeback. The number of days hospitalized was one-eight-zero. Because of my miraculous recovery, I shout bravo!
Blessed are the poor in spirit. Theirs is God's kingdom. Many blessings from God… They shall receive them! Blessed are they who mourn. They shall be comforted. In the loving arms of Jesus, they shall be well rested! Blessed are the meek. They shall inherit the earth. They shall receive from Jesus. A "brand new birth!" Blessed are they who hunger for righteousness. They shall be filled. A desire to know more of God… has been instilled! Blessed are the merciful. God's mercy they shall obtain. As they're an expression of Jesus' wonderful name! Blessed are they with a pure heart. They shall see God! Though many in this world, may think they're "odd." Blessed are those who are persecuted for God's kingdom. They share their testimony for Christ, to those who receive them! Blessed are you when others persecute you and accuse you falsely. Rejoice in the power of God! He loves you most assuredly! Rejoice that heaven shall one day be your reward! So YOU can rule and reign with Jesus our lord! Blessed are we who serve Christ. The anointed one! Blessed are God the father. The Holy Spirit. And the Son! By Jim Pemberton 10/31/10 Read Matthew 5:3-12
16 looking back at 15 Looking into a glass staring back at me, my eyes, my lips, and my face beautiful I see. Yet different staring back at me. Conscious of the events that got me here, discipline, go Getta staring back at me. Sixteen years but yet I see when I was 4, 5, and then three. Courageous yet scared of the life I'm trying to make. Picking up mistakes that were part of my fate. I look back College bound I see. I need to get focused, for the years keep leaving me. Educated sista, Lonely but not alone. Letting friends from my past wonder on their own. Who is this young women I see fifteen left behind on the 10th of July. That's me a reflection of last year's tears staring back at me… See I'm healed from the pain that has worn down on me.
Her rosy red lips, Her rosy pink cheeks; Her baby blue eyes, Her long blond hair. The love of her life, Staying by her side; Through it all, When they get the news. The months to come, To really see how much; Time is left for her, To make it through her life. Her rosy red lips, Are cracked and bleeding. Her rosy pink cheeks, Are so pale as can be. Her baby blue eyes, Are so sad and teary eyed. Her long blond hair, Is falling out in clumps. The love of her life, Stays by her side; Through it all and through, The years to come. When the time comes, He's by her side; When they get the news, She starts to cry. They hear the news, They fear the worst; When the doctor tells her, "You're cancer free!" They both cry because, She's been cancer free for; 3 years and she will be free from cancer, With the love of her life by her side.
How Do You Express The Sadness You Feel When Everything Around Seems Surreal You Want To Cry And Let It All Out But There's Nothing To Do But To Scream And Shout An Explosion Will Occur No Doubt If You Try To Keep Those Feelings Tucked Up Deep Inside Trust Me I Know For I Have Felt A Sensation Inside Like An Overwhelming Welt A Welt That's So Tight, So Sore And Undue Unnecessary Attachment, What Else But Feel Blue So Let It All Out, You Will Feel Better When The Angels Play Their Harps In Heaven Now And Then!!!
Touched by th sunlight Warmth flooding my core Resurrected at first sight Longing for much more Warmth flooding my core Just to be very close, touched Longing for much more Already I'm blushed Warmth flooding my core Resurrected at first sight Just to be close, touched Touched by the sunlight
As a child, in church, I was raised. Taught the Bible and the Christian ways. At an early age, I invited Jesus in. Learning what was right and what was sin. I looked up to my parents--I really did. I was so proud of the way they lived. They were the world to me-- I was so proud. Then one day there appeared a very dark cloud. This cloud hovered over my parents, whom I loved so dear. Soon the ugly face of divorce was soon to appear. I prayed for them- I desperately tried. The many nights I lay awake and cried. How could this happen? I often wondered. To have a wonderful marriage so utterly plundered. A sin crept in--and was allowed to prevail. Soon this marriage began to fail. Let this be a warning to me and to all. Playing with sin will cause us to fall. If your life is heading toward a separation, build your marriage on Jesus-- a true foundation! He can Do what no other power can do... And give NEW meaning to the words; "I LOVE YOU!" By Jim Pemberton 2008
I want to take you on a journey, From the present back to the past. To take a moment to reflect on, A possibility of why things do not last. I want you to take some time to reflect, On some of the things that you've gone through. Some of the things that created gigantic hurdles, That you are still fighting without having any clue. I want you to remember when, Those harsh words were spoken to you. Those words that still stick in your mind, For years and years all the way through. In your original plans back in the days, You had high hopes along with your dreams. But they were diminished by the advice of some others, And caused you to go through many extremes In a sense you had been deprived of your liberty, To operate in this present of the end of the times. To meet the maximum of the most of the potential you had, You still unto this day remember the lines. And some of those situations, That you had to face, back then. Are still staring you directly in the face, Because they have never left you from within. It's a sense of your freedom being taken away, Being mentally put into confinement involuntarily. Not being able to reach successfully for the future, Because your mental state of mind was damaged purposefully. You have emotionally been locked up for so long, That you don't even realize that you are presently free. Mentally restrained or captured if I may say, You had lost your very own future's custody. If this controls you at this very moment, Then bondage still has control of you. And the goals that you have set up for yourself, You will need to be delivered in order to see them through Well we are now at present and I want to ask you this, I want to know if I were to right now ask "Are you now able to achieve your goals?" Or are you still suffering as a "Prisoner of the Past"
A wizard, not a wisher can do magic with his powers, if all were wizards... wishes would be non-existent. And like ordinary, simple people... I will make my three wishes today, but they are not for myself at all: they are for others living far away. My first wish is this: I would like to have the unlimited wealth of Bill Gates or Donald Trump, not to invest in software technology or purchase airplanes or skyscrapers, but to feed the world's hungry...that horrible hunger, which even Pope Benedict XVI can't wipe out completely with the thousands of Catholic Missionary Charities. My second wish is this: have a gathering of all faiths once a year in every continent, and let its people praise God in their own way, some will disagree with my universal idea so unrealistic; it would be a spiritual and cultural event that everyone will remember a lifetime, so why shouldn't there be a Faith Day, bringing glory to the Almighty and unifying all races? Many others will follow me in my quest! My third wish is this: to end all wars and unexplainable hatred, some sacrifice themselves for a cause that's not holy... inflamed by the deceitful conception of immortality. Wouldn't it be awesome to travel to other countries that have no boundary? The stranger would welcome anyone, and the enemy would be a friend. A dreamer...am I? Yes, all dreams start with a vision, and mine is truly a glorious one! Happiness will gladden all hearts, and glee will shine on all faces; harmony will fortify the bonds of friendship, and everyone will love their neighbors... and hate and unkindness will be eternally buried into the past. Entered in Amy Green's contest, " If I could have three wishes "
Be glorified in all that I do, be loved and trusted mighty one, be always on my mind. Be always first and foremost, be praised continually, be the bliss of my joy; my heart doth overflow. I be because of thee, because of thee sin flees, I be O Mighty One, I be; because of thee. (c)July 19, 2007 (c) Rosemarie Schrock
A glimpse of peace reflected by loves radiant being Complete by the light so I yearn for this to flow through me No more separation between it's brilliance, and sorrow Fragments of love, complete by a source that all need Trust in your heart and follow it's lead The road is straight, not curved and unclean Purity shall be yours, just love who you are Don't hate pieces of yourself because it rips you apart Love every aspect for you were born in the loves nest Love takes care of negatives, completes all the rest It's easy to see, the choice is yours be wise Darkened shapes take on figures not true to the eyes Leave the shadows behind, the fragments people seem to wear Believe me, it's not the whole picture, beauty is there.
I just found my happy place. Experimental modulation, laying the perfect foundation for a creative mind. Live off the fruit of the land. And an honest obsession with intoxication, melting your polymer thoughts, remolding them into metallic fantasies that feed on your every-day life. I just found my dark side smiling at me with shiny eyes. Beckoning. Luring me in with the promise of an alternate reality where I'm the big-guy-screw-you making my own moral and social regulations for everyone else to try and spit out over lunch. He says its better with him. He says its like when you're between being asleep and conscious. When you can give birth to any self-animated sequence; and project it onto your Big Screen of a mind, socially invincible. There's no laws, discipline or expectations. You're completely invincible. He wants me to live in the dirge of the world, walking with my head down low. In some self-generated alternate reality. Eyes half closed, and head half empty.
"Innocent Syphilus? He is debaucherous!" Exploded his wife In dismal grief!! Avidly lecherous Became cunning and treacherous His lascivious play Was his plaintive lay! His 'unusual canker' Was in fact a genital chancre, The randy Syphilus Had contracted syphilis! The acne on his face Brought him disgrace For it extended beyond the chin And all over the skin. Because of the sins of Syphilus The mirth from her life vanished! Tell me, tell me O Jesus! Why was she atrociously punished?
work for what u need loveof another fullfillment your only true need
Going thru each day, feeling just fine. Not realizing my life, was on the line. Then out of the blue, I caught a cold one day. Not knowing that my life, was changing in every way. The loss of appetite, caused my weight to shed. The shortest of walk's, I had learned to dread. My life force was drained, I had no energy at all. I couldn't even walk, I could barely crawl. Not being able to breathe, cut off my oxygen source. The doctors couldn't tell me, what was wrong, of course. I prayed every night for God, to take me out, you see. For deep down in my heart I knew, what it must be. The life that I lived, was full of sin. Sex, drugs, and rock & roll, I couldn't win. I've not only hurt myself, but those I hold dear. I'm afraid to get close to anyone, or let anyone near. Because of my past decisions, I will die it seems. But I am not afraid, because he redeems. Now that I have Jesus, with-in my heart. I am no longer dead, nor torn apart. This is an awful disease, that I have, it's true. But the Love of my savior, will see me through. I always thought that this, couldn't happen to me. I pray that you will open your eyes, so that you can see. Be careful of the decisions you make, each and every day. The decision made right now, can affect tomorrow in every way.
We seldom see the heart But are quick to judge the physical; We look at the outward appearance And seldom are we spiritual.
All those days spent in pain. Memories washed away by the rain. To have misplaced a forgotten loved one. Falling into the depths of illness. Now, I realize what it is like to succumb. Where did those days of greatness go? What have I become? A monster with great power? Maybe, I have succumb to illness. My heart begins to beat. Fast Faster Even Faster As I hear the sirens buzzing in my ears. In my mind... I feel empty and dark. In my mind... I'm dying inside. In my mind... Voices are screaming words of terror. I have lost. The battle of life and death has been done. It's what I hate most. I have lost. As I tell myself that it'll all be over soon... I hear my mother saying "Sweetie wake up." Stunned to death I awake. Frantically, searching through my mind. I find that I will never succumb to illness.
Gleaming smile, reflecting life... nurture with joy what lives within. Content heart, reach out and share with others your secret... to live and breath easier. Nothing can ease the burden on your shoulders, if the cause of its heaviness is regarded with negligence. The hunger for anything can be satisfied by wisdom, not by wishful thinking... godly thoughts lead to freedom. Control your desires, and restrain your urges, don't hope to get to Heaven... analyze your faults and kneel down. Love whoever you choose, make sure your fragile heart won't bruise from the mistakes you can make... once it shatters, it can't be reshaped. Unlocking these secrets widens your knowledge, and prevents many headaches from turning into rage. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
My soul is broken. My body's achin'. At times... I feel so utterly forsaken. I've tried to serve God the best I could. So many of his ways... I've never understood. Rather then trusting him and holding his hand. My life is sinking deep into quicksand! So many nights, I've cried myself to sleep. I feel like I'm in a pit 100 ft. deep. I cry unto you Lord to pull me out. From you... Oh Lord... I don't want to be without! By your tender mercy and unfailing grace. I trust you to put my life on a solid place. This solid place is Jesus... my rock and foundation. I've received his free gift of salvation. He put my feet on a rock to stay. And his word guides me each and every day. A song of thanksgiving is what I bring. He is my righteousness and my everything! He's always there when I've needed someone to turn to. He's here right now... and is waiting for YOU! By JIm Pemberton 2008
and 'Ladies' young and old do you even know when i go into the grocery store and how they come all around me and i not even paying attention as they watch me squeeze this and squeeze that and they being all that you are some what more and some few less and they take my hand and place it there and in my hand they squeeze it they squeeze it harder than they should but i'm not paying attention and as i'm thinking about squeezing that which needs to be squeezed in my mind i am squeezing it more and watching some become flushed there faces grow dark and pink so many and so many my head spins around looking down as i feel all of that juice run free through my hands and all of my critical thinking has left me it's gone. Is It Poetry
Damn. And to think they ended. and my start began. Bam. i just fall again. Literally. My body becomes loose like a fallen leaf off a tree during fall. As everyone is aware of my falling. Im sucluded in nothing but a black hole of nothing. As i hear the murmur of sounds around me. Sounds like the volumes going up. Someone is shining more light on me... Wondering how long i layed there... this time.. As my mind races... as fast as the race horses around the last bend. what did i hit this time...can i move... BOOM...BOOM..BOOM..BOOM... That's my heart right now...more than just a thump I want to be able to not worry about this... but how can you... when you have a child....Well imma give him my heart When you want to accomplish school..Well imma give it my all When you just want to live your life...Im not going to fall.. Fall mentally that is..Fail i dont know what that is... So all the bruises i have from my battles with my health.. and the ground.. From the nerves they take over my body.. When it should be my strength.. Ill let my heart beat as hard as it wants... Cause im not going to let myself stop...
Now your struggles are ended, Of body and mind. May your battles be remembered, With our passing time. For years you had suffered, Pain capturing your will, Destroying all promises, Of the day you would be healed. We' re shared precious moments, And at time revealing our fears, We talked of those days we'd, Soon be over the hill. I felt in your footsteps, And saw you in mine, Those times we discussed, Your life with pain, And I with mine. I've thought of you often, And even at times did shed a tear, I had ask our Creator to look upon you, As "special" and let your remaining days, Be free of all your pains and fears. You told me of some good times, And even shared some of your blues, I've seen the tracks of loneliness, Thru a blinded tear or two. We both knew our days were not forever, And our stories would have to end. I'll cherish those times we opened our hearts, And in sharing our pains, We both found a friend. Your body and spirit are parted now, Each going their own seperate way, A journey I think you welcomed, After so many darken days. Friends, as well as loved ones, Knew of your kindness within, We now mourn for your departure, For life's battle, you did not win. Now your body free of pain at last, Now peace will live with you forever, In that bright glorious land. Remember? I told you of a tunnel? Not to far away from here? And that bright light was waiting... And what peace you would find within. Now you know I have been there, For before you it all appears, Just as I told you, The bright light will dry your tears. Now I know not of this other world you are in, I only know of the journey, Of which you have been. When you reunited with our Maker, I know your final home you found, May God walk with you, As you explore those Heavenly grounds. Aunt Beryl I will miss you, And think of you often.... YOU know I realized THEY were real, And would some day separate your body from your soul. Close your eyes and welcome your sweet rest, For time is of no more. Your loved ones all gathered, With sorrow showing about, Unbound tears fell as soft raindrops, seeming as tho, They wanted to shout. The flowers beautifully laid about you all aglow, Your beauty giving inspiration, As if for them to grow. With life gone from your body, And the spirit from your soul, I now feel your story must be told.
Allthough it has taken at times allmost Dying... For whatever you may believe... Maybe the best way for me to describe what it is that has happened to me is.. God, or Higher Power, whatever you believe it is... Had to just Knock me on my butt and show me... It has taken awhile for me to see... Stop... you must not attempt to live without my illness (M.S.) changing my life when I got away with not much illness... Yes, I survived my life with a Monster that tried to Kill me... Many, Many times... I escaped with my boys, and just 41 Healed Fractures... Head to toe... But I made the stupid choice to start doing Drugs... It helped me forget... My Past with so much Horror and Physical Pain... and that I Made it out... Only to be diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis... I can only be Honest... I made these choices... Mostly in selfness... Sadly, I tried to get away with whatever I could... So I needed God to do what He had to... It took... Putting my Best Friend... In jail for me to get clean for... and Me getting so ill... Almost Dieing because of My Stupidity... To show me the mistakes I made... and was making... It got me Clean... From Drugs, smoking, and just Parting like I was O.K.... and Showing what you give out will come back to you.... Whether you believe, Karma.... Yin Yang... Either way it's eaiser to explain it... All I can do is tell you what I was shown... Just always remember, what you give out... Will come back to you!
Seething poppies whisper to me How soothsayers are a lie. Betrothed with thoughts of internal Elegance, outward recklessness, Divine intervention by stormcloud; Pregnant with crooked emotion, Clumsy words, laughter like a murder of crows-- Hear them: The flowerterrible, the naked and tempermental. They devour my truth. A dull concept of time reels through Candy coated consciousness-- Relative all the same; "Maybe they come here For a reason." "Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds" Jenna-Nichole Conrad Wordsmith
Deep down within the trenches Of an overactive mind Lies the source of self-destruction Set to blow at anytime Can't control where our thoughts wander So, we try not to seep under Into a world of delusion Built with tons of confusion Grasp a grip upon reality Trying to become sane Getting rid of abnormalities Trying to become sane Realizing nothing about anything you know Complicating consequences arising from what one has done The pressure built is ready to explode From down within the trenches Where your mind has lost control Grasp a grip upon reality Trying to become sane Get rid of abnormalities Try to become sane Get your grip on reality Don't you want to become sane? What's with the abnormalities? It's not too late to become sane
Everywhere I Look … I See Jennie Short, Red-Hair and a Smile, So Bright and Pretty Jeanette … my Older, Big Sister… I Wish I was More Like Her… … My Dear Jennie … My Sweet Jennie … Treated me like I was Her Baby … That was Jennie Helped me to be a Real-Lady … Just like Jennie Taught me how to Share and just how to say my Prayers … … Jennie … Great Lady Jennie She was in Her Early Adult Years and I was Young Too … when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do … … Cancer … is not a Loving Word … I Wish It Had Been The Last I'd Heard … … Oh Jennie … Loving Jennie … In that Cold-Clinical-Room … Lay Jennie She Would Be Leaving Soon – God ! … Not Jennie ! She asked me, 'Did She Fulfill … God and Our Mama's Will …?' Yes, You Did Jennie… I Said You Did Jennie ! … She was in Her Late, 40-Years, but Still, Much Too Young To… … Like when Mama Left… There was nothing, We Could Do … … Cancer … is not a Loving Word … I Wish It Had Been The Last I'd Heard … … Oh Jennie … I Love Jennie … When I Wrote This Song … I was Missing Jennie God … We Can't Believe She's Gone … I Loved Jennie Jennie-Pennie … You Kept Your Promise… Mama Will Be Proud of Us… … May Jesus, Call Jennie … When The Time Comes, Please Call Jennie Lord Call Jennie … Lord Call Mama … and Then Lord Call Me … Jennie, Left Loved Ones... February 29th, 1992 … I hate Leap-Years Now …. 'til I Leap of Faith to You … … Cancer … is Not A Loving Word ! ! ! Will It Be The Last I Heard ? … In Memory of my Beloved Sister Jeanette
Why is life so mysterious? Why is living so bacterious? When I were a child, My relations were all mild, What was wrong in my growth? If natural growth has ugly myth, I lost my path and broken my heart. Why is human grace so factecious?
I've grown tired of feeling dead and of making the wrong choices so I've decided to choose life and to take heed of the heavenly voices I've made so many decisions that were spiritually wrong for I did not take them before the altar of God where they first belonged God wants us to choose life and to live our lives in the blessing and desires that we have an existence that is free of anxious stressing to think right, to eat right and to do what's godly in mind to love one another, to respect each other and be a reflection of God's kind to make the right choices in order to determine one's life course to do what is necessary to continue one's life force to making the right decisions that will leave a lasting legacy to making the right choices that will insure man's continuity to look beyond one's self and towards the future generation to choose life and not death for all of creation Jesus said "step forth" to that man with the withered hand and then He asked the crowd of on-lookers of His actions "did they understand? He wanted to know if they were accepting of what He was about to do If it was more godly to choose life and not man's laws in full view a critical moment awaited, a decision needed to be defined to choose life over death He wanted to know what was on their mind God wants us to step forward and choose life in our finances, fitness and faith God wants us to be healed in every aspect of living that we undertake to stretch out our hands to Him in faith whenever He does call to trust that He will lift us up by His grace if we should fall to step forward with a desire to be more healthy and physically fit to choose life and have discipline with our bodies and our spirits to step forward and believe that He will preside over our financial predicaments and trusting in Him to provide by tithing to Him our ten percent to step forward and make the right choice by choosing life to step forward and stretch out our hands to be healed by Jesus the Christ
"Bodily exercise profits little." "Godliness is profitable unto all things." I think very few realize the victory, this truth of God brings. Scripture also tells us "whatever we sow." "We shall also reap." Sin comes with a cost… And the price is not cheap! "What profits a man if he gains the world and loses his soul?" What is your ambition in life? What is really your goal? Do you want to live a life entangled in worry, defeat and despair? I'm here to tell you that Jesus loves you and he does care! This world can drag you down and cause you much shame. Isn't it time you reach out to Jesus? And call on his name? He's the reason we can have an abundant life each day of the week. It's the Holy Spirit and God's word you need to daily seek Only Jesus can bring joy and nourishment to your soul! Allow his goodness to enrich you and to make you whole! May there be an appetite for Godly living in what you do and say… He can change your life and make you BRAND NEW today! By Jim Pemberton 04/02/11
You can be a new creation... old things passed away! In Christ... YOU can be a brand new person today! You can be totally transformed by Jesus--your savior! You were designed by him-- your loving creator! He alone can transform you in a brand new creation. By a Holy Ghost inspired blood transfusion! His blood can 100% make your life clean. And give you a reason to shout and sing! Singing praise to Jesus-- the Lord of all! Why not reach out and give him a call? He can be reached with p-r-a-y-e-r. And can change your life this very hour! It's no secret how much God loves you. He's here right now... what will you do? Allow him to be change you and cleanse within. A new creation in Jesus is where true freedom begins! By Jim Pemberton 2009
You have filled our cups to overflowing and broken bread with your loving kindness showing prepared a banquet of Truth upon which we dine and nourished us with the Spirit of your wine You do supply with the fare that we need the endless bounty to sustain us do you feed fruitful is the table where you have us led so starving is the world who dine not upon your Bread Take eat for his body broken was for you and drink for the wine of his Spirit only True you must ingest his teaching Word by Word assimilate to understanding what you've heard We must consider and upon your law reflect till comprehension can lead path to circumspect for with you is where all knowledge can be found that like rain does water all our ground God has richly furnished fodder to his sheep led them to the water that slakes a thirst so deep with guidance to astounding meadows fair for he wishes with you his enlightenment to share He did empty the heavens of his Son so the sharing of his table could be won for everlasting Life does fertilize our ground and to partake of his Spirit we be found sources 23rd Psalm John 6:26-69 7:37-39 John 21:15-17 Matt 26:26-29 16:12-16 1John 2:27 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton 01/25/11
Dear friend , The world means nothing. Its set in flames. Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part, in this guilded age. This is something I wish not to be a part of. I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making contact with sole and pavement. I'm striving for abatement. For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries. For significance we've always looked at actions. So please do take another look and see what this letter is for. Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it. Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted. Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded? Does this not trouble you my friend? We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth. Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice? Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life? Where's the justice in this non-sense? I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence. Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer. But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation. I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own. I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity. Real love is that which shows no fear. Unfortunately I am a coward. I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember the warmth of a child's smile. Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights. Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted. Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead choose them to stand on. I've outweighed the courage and the fear. But what I found frightened me further. What weighed us down the most was indifference. With that discovery I knew what I had to do. I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy. I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone. I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward For I have chosen the coward's end. I wish you goodluck my friend, Sincerely yours, The shadow of men
Is it $1.99? $9.99? Or Mastercard's priceless? I don't know.... But it's one way to grow... To share a smile No price too much... Shows you have, That human touch.
I have a friend that called me last night He called to tell me the biopsy had came back Hearing the hesitance in his voice I tried to braced myself for what was about to be heard As he began telling me the bad news I felt my body weakening I felt my hands began to shake I felt my tears swelling up inside Oh God how I needed to cry He has fought so hard the first time around Doing each and everything he was told to do Obeying his doctors Abiding by all the rules His desires to conquer This thing called "cancer" Never failed to show through But this time his spirit doesn't seem the same The eagnerness in his voice has not remained Being the man of which he is Has dealt with misfortune For many years His childhood days brought him "polio" Slowing him down But once an adult It never stopped him from carrying Life's heavy load His adult years has been spend Working and striving to pay his bills Wanting hand outs was not his will Now that the "cancer" has spread To other parts within I pray that God will spare him For this is a good man I ask of all who may read my words Please say a pray for Carl And may our voices all be heard And to Pam, Carl's girlfriend, may I add Thank you for being the kind And loving person you are And thank you for loving my dear friend.
The bucket of youth shiny strong Designed to reach deep hold large things It held work, fun, frolic, much wrong Became worn this bucket that brings Designed to reach deep, hold large things A hole appeared now things trickle Became worn this bucket that brings The water that's living could flow A hole appeared now things trickle It held works, fun, frolic, much wrong The water that's living could flow The bucket of youth shiny strong
Look around it's everywhere are you safe and sound is it maybe near you look at the skies it seems so clean but if you look at it right it's nothing like your dreams can you see it what's all around you can you feel it try and touch you can you believe it it's trying to make you could this be it oh, it's coming true I never thought how life could be maybe cause I never did dream but now I know cause I can see i just needed something to believe but where do I go from here now on one day I'll know and then I'll be gone... ...but can you see it what's all around you can you feel it try and touch you can you believe it it's trying to make you can this be it its coming true its coming true its coming true... ...the days of the new.
Spina Bifida. Stares from Random people, People I dont know, Spina Bifida. Scary doctors visits, All the news, Wheelchairs and people asking "why are you in one of those?" Spina Bifida. People taking the handicap spots, Not being able to walk. These are the reasons why, I hate having spina bifida.
was told your sick get well quick could reach you by phone get up and crazy on in this world you belong when you get this letter hope your much better and you have a grim that will win HI FROM A FRIEND
I accept what i need offer up what's left Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook I write out my poems and put together books The reason I do it is clear as can be I feel it's what the Lord ask of me For 41 years I had no idea I was a poet But if I couldn't cook it I could damn sure grow it My life consumed by Marijuana and speed Trusting in them to provide what I need They replaced my job and even my love They were everything that I held above They picked me up whenever i felt low If I got to high they helped me to slow No, I didn't write poems or watch the T.V. Never touched a computer said, "Thats not for me" Traded in the girls because the next on was cuter Woke up with a shot went to bed with a hooter I would run day and night until I would drop Running more from myself than from any cop I chemically induced away all my dreams See rivers take mothers after being formed by streams These days my head feels like it's in a vice I'll tell you right now my pains nothing nice Weekly shots I take for the Hepatitis C Epidural Steroid blocks in the spine for me Every doctor I see I greet with a smile Not feeling to good but I will after while They say my attitude is one that is great I see the beauty of love with no time for the hate I have no reason for anger or time to be mad No reason for all that this is my bad This isn't that bad hell I've suffered more At least I can turn my knob and walk out the door Reality is real but it's also a dream Things that are clear may not be as they seem The Lord is my master to whom which I serve For he's already given me more than I deserve Children who love me and a beautiful wife All the blessings a man needs in life So Doctor tell me how can I not smile At least I'm not alone walking this mile I have you guys and the Lord walking with me And thats about as beautiful as beautiful can be I dedicate this poem to all of my doctors Dr. Garrison - Primary Dr. Merliss - Neurologist Dr. Aldwari - Infectious Disease Specialist Dr. Johnson- Pain Management Specialist Dr. Beck - Physical Therapist I feel very blessed to have such a fine team working so hard on my recovery. I also wish to thank everyone for all the Prayers I have received. I love you guys.
(Pink Ribbons and White Fluff) Bright blue skies with Brilliant white pillows of fluff, Set the stage that glorious day. Friends lined the streets To cheer her on Her Mom watched From the comfort Of her hospital room. Tatum's heart was filled With the passion to run. She set her goals High that day. Even the strength Of ten men might Not have won On that day, The humidity Was high. She didn't have The heart to lose. She'd have to race Up her flesh Engine very high And then shift it Swiftly to cruise In order to win This zealous race. Her Mother's blues From the challenges Of breast cancer Gave her the Enthusiasm To run for the Advancement of Boobs that day. Her mother had the Courage to kick the Booze years ago, But breast cancer Was not as easy. Tatum's chance For raising the funds For the advancement Of breast cancer research Was her main focus, That bright glorious day. It would be an honor To help find a cure For such a ruthless Disease that women Succumb to yearly. Warm streams of tears Mixed with salty sweat And tangy Gatorade Decorated her Face that evening, When she was Presented with a Check and a bright Pink ribbon trophy. She placed second In the race, But that Was a start. The smile on Her mother's face Was what really Filled her heart with White marshmallow Fluff that glorious night.
THINGS NOT EQUAL There are those who reach an age past 100, while some never chanced to live. There are those who share their blessings, while some choose not to give. There are those who have never gone hungry, while some never survive. There are those who find fame and fortune, while some dreams shatter and die. There are those who are rich and famous, while some are poor and alone, There are those with power and possessions, while some are without a home. There are those who are happy and healthy, While some are sick and depressed. There are those who believe life is the end, while some say: "it was just a test!" By Milton Lopez Delgado December 4, 2011
Serious enough of a procedure That I have to go through Injecting me with steroids Is what they're going to do They will shoot a needle Into a disc in my spine I will be awake for this To let them know I'm fine To make things go better They use a live x-ray Which helps overcome some of the obstacles That is in the way Who even knows if this will help me? It possibly could make me worse I'm praying that it lifts from me My pain which is my curse So, I hope to see better days After this is done To get back to the me I know Free of pain and having fun
It's got all kinds'a stuff in it, None look quite the same... Tastes kind'a good... Might even cure the lame! So, have a cup, on me... Enjoy it with me, too.... Maybe you too will feel somewhat better.... That's what I heard it can do! (Vegetarians never eat meat...except hearts) you know who.....
Weaves with such ease Eternal seas and suns into One Avenues of harmless fun Venture in, the surfs up some. Equal marks of day and night Shorter ways to the longest light Seems to save time… Eave emits a Vernal rhyme Venture into my mind. Autumn signals the same Eternally we see without shame We ARE the intended perfection Of God's most loving devotion We are Creation. Winter Solstice Equinox Autumnal Vernal Equinox Summer Solstice
Ten years tonight November 18, 1998 I gave up smoking, after 41 years of being chained to the habit. During this period addiction ruled me, it told me when to go to bed, when to wake up. Many a night, I woke up and had to have a smoke, or walk to the store to get a pack, during a snow storm. Addiction didn't care how cold or sick I was, when he wanted me to buy a pack, I would, listen and go buy one, even if I was low on cash, I still went, no matter what. Addiction was my leader, my Commander in Chief, I gave in to his bidding, no matter what. One night I said to God, after reading Romasn 12: 1-2, I will stop smoking in, three weeks, God spoke to my heart and said no, this night when this pack is gone, you will stop for ever, never to smoke again. So on November 18, 1998 I had my last smoke and have not had one since. Believe me, if I can give it up any one can stop smoking, just ask God to help, you pray and have faith you will do it, the task will be hard, but it can be done. wrote 11-18-08 I tried to stop smoking over a hundred times then one night this strange feeling came over me after I had read Romans 12:1-2 God did speak to my heart, to tell me not to wait but do it now. something told me that this time I would not fail. so it is, put your faith in God and believe and it will happen.
A humming-bird hums A harmonious hymn- Of circadian rhythm And alleviates tension !
I waited patiently for the Lord, and he heard my cry… He answered; "ALL of your needs… I shall supply!" He brought me out of the pit… And the miry clay. He set my feet… On a solid rock to stay! He put a new song in my mouth and praise to the Lord… As I see more of God… My faith has been restored! Blessed is he who, in the Lord, puts his trust. Serving and loving HIM… I know that I must! I think of the mighty things he has already done… From the early morning, till the setting of the sun.. I could speak of your great works. They are more than I can remember. Your splendor and majesty shine today and forever! I shall be eternally grateful for his love extended… You've forgiven all of my sins… And are to be commended! You, oh my God, are holy, loving and very kind. Your promises shall always stand the test of time! Thank you! For what you've done… And so much more! You truly are awesome! And are worth living for!!! By Jim Pemberton 09/10/10 Read Psalm 40:1-8
Lying on my bed of strings made with love my Casanova with sheer wings so pure season my skin with your ichorous glove faith divinely soars to vow all a cure Ah, two souls will sing melodiously spiritually fused together at last intricate healing needed you'll see hence conflict of interest shall surpass Zealously I love your soul forevermore for being the warrior you truly are for opening my hearts shoaled corridor while all along erasing my souls last scar I remain in this hammock made of love healed I am by our faith in the spirit above.
Father, we pray for those who are fighting ALS. Lou Gehrig's disease benched New York Yankee's First base player with over 2,130 consecutive games. For those who are fighting ALS, Father, we pray, We pray especially for John Henry's healing. Father look upon the 30,000 plus who are suffering. Rilutek (Riluzole) is a drug with modest effects, Myotrophin may slow some ALS progressions too. The 30,000 plus who are suffering, Father, look upon, We pray especially for John Henry's healing. Father, in 1874 Dr. Jean Charcot identified ALS. Its cause is a mystery; revile it, and cure it we pray. Glutamate in the brain has been examined as a cause. Dr. Jean Charcot identified ALS, Father, in 1874, We pray especially for John Henry's healing. Father, look upon physicians working for a cure. Some say Neurotropic growth will stimulate cells, Prevent further injury to neurons by free radicals. Physicians working for a cure, Father, look upon, We pray especially for John Henry's healing. Father, strengthens John Henry's nutritional health. Improve his muscles, strength, and mental support Bless Cal Ripkin and John Hopkins for their help. John Henry's nutritional health, Father, strengthen, We pray especially for your miraculous healing. Dear Lord, hear our prayer, Amen! Comments: Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) is a progressive disease of the Central Nervous System. John Henry is fighting this ailment. Let's join in prayer for a cure for this disease. Janmp has issued a challenge for poems. God bless each of you always.
she woudn't listen to me she woudn't at all she said it was his fault, but he took the fall, it wasent him it was me she wont listen to me you see,i,ve tryed everything i,ve tryed them all i even tryed to smash my head into a wall.She wont listen she wont at all i wil never get her to listen to me ,only to the man who took the fall. i,ve tryed my best she woudn't listen now shes makeing me listen, shes says its him i did nothing she sayed it was he who was lusting.if she would listen i would tell her to, but she wont listen so i am through.i wil try to forget i wil try to not regret she still rights poems of this loss i can't stoper for i am not the boss. im afraid if she doesn't listen she wil get in trouble and wined up in abysin.so this is my poem about her i wil not forget not once indeed.for it is my fault that i took her man indeed. ~~^>{CARLIE BLACK}<^~~
A Moment of Great Opportunity… Living for Jesus— What more could be said? A moment of great opportunity lies ahead. An opportunity to live according to God's divine plan. Even though I don't always understand. A moment with Jesus is time well spent. May I give him my all... 100 percent! In him, I'm complete, having been made whole. An opportunity now— to reach the lost soul! Jesus working through me is where it begins. Satan is defeated— Jesus always wins! This moment of opportunity is mine to live. May a servant's heart I continually give. I'm thankful for the opportunity of being born again. A new life in Jesus is where it all begins! In the days ahead— there's a joy that waits. An opportunity to one day— enter heaven's gates! By Jim Pemberton C. 2008
Blessed is he, who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly. Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly. Blessed is he, that doesn't stand in the way of sinners too. Nor takes part in the things that scorners do. Blessed is he, who deilghts in obeying God's commands. He is attentive to his voice, and understands. Blessed is he, who meditates on HIS word day and night. It's the truth of his word, which gives him delight! He shall be like a tree planted by the streams of water. Though the fiery trials of life seem to get hotter. He shall bear God's fruit in due season. His love for him is the reason. When trouble comes his way... he shall not wither. God will protect him... as a believer! In all that he does... his life will be blessed! In Christ.... he'll find peace and a haven of rest... Blessed is he who is rooted and grounded in HIM. Who seek HIS ways and call God friend. Blessed are YOU ... very much indeed! Jesus is here now... and he's all you'll ever need! By Jim Pemberton 2008
"WARNING MY POEM ARE" 2/21/09 So real, so very real and did i say, real every poem, well just about every poem is real... one or two lines, maybe made-up to fit my mind set it doesn't make the CRIMES I write about so untrue or the loves lost even less painful and I may never save one persons life or my own but my poems are very, so very real and let other stand-up and write so other will not disregarded there own eyes... aka:lyricvixen
people have been thinking of their financial situations wondering if they have them in hand and in this day of global economic fluctuations wondering about the futures they had planned people have been thinking about their spiritual walk wondering if they are only talking the talk do they tithe enough? do they pray all the time? do they study the Word? do they keep God on their minds? to be turned by faith we need to readjust our lives in relation to the God we say we trust to be turned by faith we need to make a move and get into a whole new spiritual groove we're so stuck in our ruts in most aspects of our lives the same tired jobs, the same old friends, the same personal strife we need to look at our lives through the eyes of God and rearrange it by making a brand new start to just step out of the boat without the anchor of fear to trust in the power of Jesus and remembering He is always near to be turned by faith never to lose sight of the Lord Our God's guiding light to be turned by faith by being happier and physically fit totally trusting in that which is the Holy Spirit God has placed us here for a reason and will use each of us in due season we all play a part in God's master plans just let your belief be the vehicle that delivers you into His hands the road might be rocky and the journey will be long just let God position you where you'll prosper and be strong in the boat with Jesus on the troubled seas of life holding on and trusting in the power that is Christ in the boat with Jesus now under His authority in the boat with Jesus now sailing on calmer seas to be turned by faith towards higher ground now that your situation has been turned around to be turned by faith to no longer worry about what's up ahead to be turned by faith with a life that's now spirit-led to be healthier and happier trusting in God to provide all your needs to be turned by faith and knowing with God you will succeed
How beautiful is our God... And I shall praise him greatly! His presence has blessed me and filled my life completely, In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... in the beauty of his holiness. He's more than worthy of praise, in his glory and righteousness. The joy of the earth... and beautiful is the situation... To all of mankind... He's extended mercy and salvation. He is known in high places as a God of refuge and shelter. I will shout of his praise... there's no reason to whisper. He is our God, and forever and ever, he shall reign. He's is worthy of all praise... that is due to his name! He shall lead and guide me from birth until death. And his praise shall continually be on my breath. Thanks be to God for everything he has done! And thanks to him for sending Jesus... HIS son! He gives everlasting water that never shall run dry. It is no secret how much he loves you and I! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm 48: 1-4
We would like to welcome you to this place Where we work wonders with your face A beauty salon is its name So come on in and play the game We will do your hair and file your nails When it's done, you won't look so frail Mud pack your face, some drops in your eyes When we have finished you will have a surprise You will look years younger and will cast a wide spell Put on the hair lacquer with a beautiful smell Then we present you with a large bill So that when you leave you will still look quite ill
There is no healing Without meaning And no meaning Without wholeness No wholeness Without holiness No holiness Without relatedness In-depth relatedness With all there has been With all there is With all there is about to be. Healing Is the inward journey Beyong the pysical body Healing Aacall To the internal pharmacy A call for more identity A call for more integrity A call for more inner intimacy A call for more innerharmony.
Wet,wonderful, clean, and refreshing Available To Everyone Right (Allegory for something as well as plain water.)
I hold back the tears as I watch his crippled 8 yr. old body be pushed into the operating room for how many times now, his small hand waving at me, a look of fear partially covered with a faint smile. His life uncertain, his destiny out of my control, but the touch of his hand as they wheel him in to but another surgery gives me hope, hope that this time will be the last and he'll come out whole and happy for the first time in his young years, please No More Tears...
Keeping me ill for eleven years, Makes me wonder why for so long, Then I realize it was Your plan [for my life] all along. You are so real, I can just feel The safety when I ask You to hold me. Faith in most people is dying, Many people are crying. Wonder where You are. I don't like to believe scientists are perfectly smart (Nor do I like to believe religious leaders are righteous), Because I know that Your Power is at work. You bring others home by making them die, That way they'll never need to cry again. You keep some alive from accidents, So they can accomplish what they were put here to do. I believe You're walking us through, To the end of this World Age, To Your Revelation, To Thy Kingdom that's been longed to come.
Laughter Oh how i greet thee Today and Everyday Unannounced Bringing Sunshine, Joy, Happiness Relief....Relief.... From, Stress, Strain, ExhaustionMedical Relief Money Can't Buy GOD Bless
You're always there, You've always cared, And now you're putting me into a big scare To make me change my life. Always answering most of my prayer. In the beginning You put me together in layers. Now I have to take care Of this place You've placed my soul in. For my own sake, Yours, and for the judging thoughts in others, I need to lose all this In order to look and feel better. But now, I am fearfully shivering, Hopelessly believing nothing will change, Not even trying...
For years I have fought And battled with weight Now disabled and in pain I fear it's too late I can't eat this I can't eat that Diets are fads They make me fat I've tried the patches They've taken my money No magical cure for My big fat tummy I wasn't always as big You should know It was having a baby That made me grow so I can't stick to the books For so much I don't like If I have to eat muck They can go take a hike I've tried the tablets But for me they don't suit Not eating sufficient The problems the root Try three meals a day Instead of just one A plate that's for sandwiches For lunch to put on I'm trying to lose Of second week I am now I'm not using scales Or measuring how I'm combining it all From the net I can find A menu that suits That does not blow the mind It's working quite well At the moment I know For in smaller trousers My belly will go I can fasten my blouse And the buttons don't gape My cleavage is shrinking There's ample to take If I continue to lose At this sensible rate My clothes will not fit And I'll drop all the weight But as third week approaches I begin to have doubts The weight tends to stable And I tend to drop out I need to stand firm In resolve and give time For my body to shape And bring back its waist-line A little encouragement Goes a long way And the poetry keeps The snacking at bay So if I seem busy With armfuls of writes Forgive me for starving off Hungers of life
They say everything is Mind Over Matter, what does that mean, can we protect ourselves from the unseen, can we make a dirty soul clean, what does Mind Over Matter mean. If everything is Mind Over Matter, how does that work, can we will away our every quirk, can we make the predators not lurk, how exactly does Mind Over Matter work. They tell us Mind Over Matter is the way, how do we use it, what do we say, how do we make it change our day, how is Mind Over Matter the way. If it is really Mind Over Matter, show me how, make it work right now, make this wheelchair take a bow, show me how!!!
I Wanted To Know; "How Are You Doing?" Someone wanted to know how I was doing… He had no idea of the storms that "were brewing." I simply answered; "everything's going fine." I had quite a few things "on my mind!" It just seemed like everything "came crashing around." I needed someone to pick me up, when I was "down." I then felt a gentle voice whispered into my ear… "Do not be discouraged." "I am here!" I looked all around, and much to my surprise.. This same voice then said; "get up and arise!" As I arose, I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. It was like this hand had removed a "large boulder." I had heard this voice before! I heard it again! This was the voice of the one I call my lord and friend! The words he spoke to me were quite evident and clear. Whatever situation I am in. He is always near! Every step that I take. Every breath that I breathe. Jesus has promised me he will never leave! He has strengthened me, and "blew my storms away!" And has brought hope and healing to my life today! B Jim Pemberton
You have come so quickly, Where do I begin to Warmly welcome you? You are unexpected, My beautiful interruption. How do I come to reasons? Skeptic of your coarse, your purpose, I only arrive to disillusions and discord. Should I be shocked? As if nothing led up to the fateful present.... Well, I could For the sum of all these Are not so easily understood. The long waited meltdown has begun A mountain of pride begins to collide Certainty is no more, I have left it in mercy's hands The bitter acceptance still has not settled in For you force your way to stay And I, I have nothing else to do I have no choice, but to only leave my life up to a hopeful chance.
As I sat today surrounded by millions of words, As I glazed at the sheets.... Each bearing my emotions, Or bearing one of my pains, But with each bearing an unbelievable story, One that desperatly needs to be told.... My life of twenty-three years, All lay before me now, Almost all running together, Almost all becoming the same. I upon paper started to write, As I began my fight for survial, And the fight for my life. That year being 1983... But yet now seeming as tho..... Maybe just a year or so ago.... When a simple visit to a dentist.... Left me it's horrors.... And robbed me of my life... My youth seeming to vanish over night..... Not knowning...... The trails that lay ahead... Would soon just add... To my already living fears. I know now all this paper became....a path.... A path chosen..... Chosen, to carry me thru..... Thru the up coming months of misery.... And many heartbreaking tears.... Yes today as I look into this box... My life before me.....I am forced to recall..... As sheets of paper.... Some faded with age... All beganing revealing years of the ..... Unkowning....... Years of my fears..... Surgeons not knowing.... What the out come would be..... Each trying so hard to just help me..... Each knowing my sanity was laying..... Laying close on the line..... . Yes my pains were great.... And my spirits were low.... Pain had engulfed me.... As misery had taken its toll..... You see my life as I had known it.... All ended one day..... I was left with lock jaw.... And oh in such a brutal way..... I was left unattented..... With the matter growing worse..... For the dentist that had harm me..... Saw not the need to help me..... But rather to hide behind.... His unexperienced years. With years passing... And proper help not to be found.... My life was all shattered about me.... As my hope of recovery.... Began vanishing with time..... So now I live with the results.... I live with all the disbelives.... Tho I surived it's wrath.... I became a victim... A victim of a crime..... With these words all about me...... And as I said...... Each revealing a path.... All I ask when you read them... Remember they helped to save me.... On the many days.... I thought were my last......
Someday I'm gona love again... Words to an old song... But I hope it's my future... I've had enough heartbreak, In fact, my heart needs a suture, I still have hope, And don't do dope,, Maybe someone will see, What is really me.
As I lie down to sleep, I am praying to the Lord. I am praying that my grandma knows, That her life is worth living for. Will you help my grandma? Please help her understand, That anything I do or say, Is because I want to be that helping hand. I love my grandma very much. And I know that she knows I do. Just help me Lord one more time. Help me bring her closer to you. I am asking this of you, One time again. And in your name I pray. AMEN
Have you taken the time to tell God how much you love him? He is awesome and there is no greater power that's "above him" Have you taken the time to tell God how thankful you are? The one who formed the earth, the heavens and the stars... Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace? His beauty and glory are seen all over the place... Have you taken the time to meditate on his words given? The Bible needs to be the direction for the way you're livin'! Have you taken the time to think about all that he's done? You're here today because of the sacrifice of his son! Have you taken the time to think of his beautiful creation? He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation... Have you thought about the planets in the heavens above? All that we can see is a reflection of his power and great love! Have you thought about the relationship this God wants with you? He's waiting to come into your life. What will you do? Think for just a moment of heaven's special invitation... Won't you accept the Lord and his free gift of salvation.? Think about God's gift of life that is offered to you and me... Christ can change you and give you life abundantly! By Jim Pemberton 04/18/11
spring is the season of rebirth and renovation a time for renewal and rejuvenation a time to clean house, to bring about some change a time for our spirits to be rearranged it's a ritual that requires a diagnostic regime a season to repair and fix everything a transformation of our hearts, minds and souls a time to reassess and readjust our goals it's like going to the doctor for an annual check-up to see if everything is on the up and up as women we must be especially aware and mindful of the changes in this flesh that we bear God wants us to prosper in our own season He wants us to be whole in body and sound in our reason yet society seems to be in a state of disintegration and women's health issues are in a precarious situation it's time that we move forward and finally see that preventive care is not beyond our own capability to bring about our wholeness we must also participate with our doctors and God make a covenant a partnership, a collaboration to work in harmony for God gave us these bodies in generosity God promised that through faith we will be renewed so connect with your doctor and the spirit in whatever you do be willing to change, repent and atone abide by the word that God sent down from His throne be humble and submit to God's grace let a healing spirit be put into place but before you can be healed you might have to reach certain height take responsibility for your decisions whether they're wrong or right and turn from your rebellious and wicked ways humbly submit to God and to Him pray God Himself came to earth so that we could be healed He took on the flesh of man to feel what we feel His death was the sacrifice and redemption for our salvation Jesus died upon the cross to give us reconciliation we are now the vehicle that He uses to show His power and glory His earthly creations who will continue to tell His story as women we are the carrier to create and sustain life the vessel that gave birth to His son Jesus Christ as women we possess humbled spirits and personalities and willing to walk by faith on His authority as women we are transformed whenever we pray and we will submit to God's will and to His ways as women we have a need to repent for our sins and mistakes with a desire to be healed and will do whatever it takes spring the season of renewal and rebirth a time to reassess our situation here on earth a season to clean house and start over anew a season of transformation, a long time overdue
Where is it that the rivers all flow and pool with inculpable eloquence? Tell me where the rain falls and washes the guilt sodden avenues of my existence clean. Where are the magnificent mountains that tower above the pain and sickness that have cast shadows over my years? There is a place where the flowers bloom with such radiance and grandeur from the soil enriched with my laments. I stand on this ledge waiting for the wind to take me there, when I may free myself from hell and unburden the world of my encumbering shell.
Only now can I see, what was once just a blur, it all happened so fast, in my heart I was hurt, just beginning to realize, how messed up things got, just beginning to realize, all the things that im not, 18 years I have lived, in this life I've been dealt, been reborn at least twice, yet continue to melt, seemed to me in my head, im in this alone, seemed to me I was living, in a twilight zone, But now thats all over, I can finally see, everything's different, and im finally free, if I could only express, my true thoughts and emotions, it would turn back the clock, maybe dry up the oceans, My mother's the best, inspiring all, to never give up, even after you fall, if I could only repay her, maybe buy her the chair, this is too much to handle, I'm gonna stop there.
Know oneself, love others- being right with God
That was a butcher shop, When I acrossed behind, I saw a suffering animal, Waiting for death. Blood was bleeding on the soil, I remembered them, Who has lost their lives? For human dignity And integrity, Realised their palpitation And suffering, Dripping innocent blood, Human soul never wears this injustice. Who will sacrifice for that? Because it was an animal, Waiting to serve, A Halal service for his Master.
relationship problems, identity crises and or losing your wealth are these the issues weighing you down thus affecting your spiritual health? economic strife, mortgage payments and ever-present job concerns are these the burdens weighing on your mind which make you toss and turn? it's time to get on the scale of life to self-reflect and look within and determine what is holding you down from getting spiritual again what many people fail to see or simply understand is that God is here for you with a spiritual fitness plan He will never leave nor forsake you and He's only a prayer away so talk to Him and train with Him to help you lose some weight Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, Nutri-System and the Total Gym are not the expensive weight loss programs that will get you spiritually trim you need to let go of the stress and aggravation that have become a heavy load and get off that nowhere going treadmill that has become your life's road you need to use the fat-free cookbook written by the Holy Lord to dine on godly nutrition which is at a price all can afford it's time to now get your spiritual figure back and exercising with Jesus will put you on the right track let your trust in God be the pull-ups that will get you back on your feet let your faith in God be the sit-ups which will diminish those inches of defeat to lessen those tons of frustration and minimize that belly fat of uncertainty to decrease those love handles of distress and lower your levels of anxiety to shape up, to pump up and tone up with the Spirit of the Holy Ghost it's time to lose some weight in those places where you need it the most just be dedicated and diligent in your regime studying the word of God and working out with the heavenly team the Lord our God knows just how much weight that you can bear He gave you His love, a sound mind and not the spirit of fear so remove those things in your life that the Devil himself will use to tie you down, trip you up and make you feel confused reduce those worldly issues that have been weighing you down do Pilates with the Holy Spirit that in you has been refound no longer to ingest those extra calories of despair and shed those unwanted pounds of fear by meditating on the Holy Word and with the promises that God to get in gear it's time to lose some weight and get fitter in Christ by dropping those heavy issues that are weighing down your life
As the Sun becomes one with the Sea I look over at you smiling at me The party stops there is not a sound Lost in the beauty of the smile I found Without a word I can feel you say I'm glad your feeling better today Written at my wife's company Christmas dinner.
I am a fixer; I know this of me. I wish I could fix everything I see. My dream is to have all the answers, Along with defeating all cancers, You see, I know, how I will die. Only if fixed, I'd be able to deny, My genealogy, one of old age, The other is cancer, in a rage, Everyone ends; their life somehow, There is no way, we can disavow, My one dream would be its' end. The disease that ended my friend, I can almost, fix anything, that breaks, My dream is to end, all that it takes.
Sweltering skin upon sweltering skin, Movement in the early morning heat, My eyes are enlightened, Without even opening.
Listen to the built-in Meaning-making-murmur. In the deepest recess Of your inner being In the subtlest string Of the music within There is a small There is a still There a powerful inner voice Crying out for meaning The cry is loud enough To be heard all around Please, read my eyes Please, listen to my heart Please, see the obvious signs From my slightest sighs The cry for meaning is boundless The cry for meaning is timeless The cry for meaning universal The cry for meaning is personal
Breast and cervical Battles to fight and conquer Female issues unlike men Faith overcoming Survivors of this ailment Marching on with strength and love Comments: The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7. A Sedoka, pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing perspectives. The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7. This Sedoka addresses of the rising sun.
a piece of bread is what god had said take it for it is I through the body of Christ now to me that is quite a sight as it lays amidst my hands tonight for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa and often think of them not being tucked in their beds I often think of their innocent children who are lying dead and I often keep thinking of what God had said so tonight I come to share my wine and bread instead with those others who may have not been watered or fead as my tears start to now shed and start flowing beads of red for it's the blood of christ lost during his plight so as I stare at this cup also tonight I sip and pass it with being so polite to my brothers and sisters in christ for it leaves me feeling sheer delight Tribute To Our Lord Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's A Piece Of Bread Contest
Out goes old self - Touched My mind opens Ripples of comfort reach out Connecting I reach another Truth drip feeds my mind I'm open to it Responsive My faith prevails Me - a new beginning
Circles encompass and girdle those they surround; true fellowship where agape abounds.
There was a time when I felt lonely and forsaken. Everything I had was either gone or taken. I lost all hope and had no place to stay. Just trying to get through another day. I thought that drugs would give me what I needed. The "danger signs" in life... I no longer heeded. I learned about "joints" and "tricks." All I lived for... was another "fix." I felt no right or wrong. No guilt or shame. Then one night... An "angel of mercy" came. "Jesus loves you!" Were whispered into my ear. Without help soon. I knew death was near! This "angel" gave me a place to rest my head. He seen to it that I was clothed and fed. His words were filled with a message of hope. I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope. This "angel of God," gave me an invitation. And soon I received God's gift of salvation. I traded me "ashes" for God's mercy and grace. I now have joy in my heart & a smile on my face. God's love can do what no drugs could ever do! He's here right now... and is waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton 01.14.07
Face in the hole of the pillow Belly down laying in pain Soft music of wind in the willow Here comes a treat once again First a soft layer of coconut cream fingered and buttered and spread Then thumb ends and fingers Down back bony thread Feeling the way into chords Then the heels of the palms causing tingles in arms alternate rhythm is kneading Up from the hip bones lifting the ribs Heels of hands pushing at shoulder blade parting Through layers of crosshatching muscle Greasing and oiling the gristle Of tendons that needed to stretch Then back down with wider spread fingers Digging and lifting in patterns of chords Played on the too tightened stresses Then a thumb dance back up To the lower neck frame Carefully squeezing to loosen Then a grasp of each shoulder To squeeze and to lift For a quick chopping hand edge tattoo Up and down on a spine now supine One more slowed rhythmic massage Let your eyelids now droop And sink into comfort From pain
Like a phoenix you tumble, hurt, and renew; you grow old and grey and yet you live through. As you watch those around you slowly pass on, your children, grandchildren; yet still you're not done. Technology booms, the world grows much faster, through wars and starvation; watch weather's disaster. Would you really want to live through it all? To be historic relic, and be immortal? I wouldn't.
Will this pain that's in my heart, Lord will it ever end? Lord I've prayed and I've prayed, now I'm lost and need a friend. The trials and the tribulations I've had more than my share, I need your gentle love, please show me that you care. It used to be all about me Sir, I didn't think I needed anyone, Till you placed in my care Lord, my only grandson. The problems the lad has Lord, he needs your healing touch, We've taken him to doctor after doctor, Lord I love this child so much. Lord reach down from mighty Heaven and cleanse him through and through, You are the Creator, Lord you know just what to do. Let the voices that he hears Lord, let them be angels sent by you, Guide him to the path, show him a life all anew. Cradle all his anger ease his little tormented soul, Free him from this problem, Father I want Heaven to be his goal. Father this is my prayer and I'm sincere as I can be, And I ask all that read this please pray along with me. Pray for my little Johnny, please pray with all your heart, Just ask God to please heal him, just give him a brand new start. God Bless, Ron
Beyond my reach, In a cycle of my vision, A Moon was lightening on me, And stars were twinkling. Open Sky, Where I, Moon and Stars, Observing only our natural existence, A star moved and flew away, Beyond my sights, Moon walked a small distance with me, And disappeared, Little stars and me, Were watching eachother, Cold wind was touching me, My hairy skin was protecting me as a badger feels danger, Sun was arising in the east, Stars were disappearing in strong flashes, Birds were flying in the sky, Every way was very clear, And reaching to its distance. My life was breathing them all, Who is he? Made all this for me, Suddenly an idea touched my mind, Am I so important? But why a person never understood, Innocent killings and bloodshed, Is that having meaning for criminals? Who created all this for my existence? But dishonesty was pointing at me.
You are so special Evey part of my being expresses that All I ever desire is your happiness Rearing its head is my desire for what I think best New everyday is my hope that everything will be okay Internally emotions are mixed dashing against the other Now I need to release my desire God needs to take control
Fist smacks chest, I double over. Pulls my hair, wrenching me up once more. Imprints his thumbs and fingers bones Into my chin and cheeks, Bruising - he crushes the virgin skin. Presses his booze stinking breath against my face; He bellows abuse and filth riled language toward me, Fetch me this, no good for that, do it, bitch, do it now. Dare not challenge for fear of what might come next, Just do as he says, kids are in bed - at least safe. Placate him, ease his soreness, feed him - Let him sleep. What then? Tomorrow he'll be different - sorry, He loves me and his children, Just drink changes him - he becomes a monster, Danger by night from chemical persuasion, intolerance, - Surely not his fault - an illness - we'll get help. Promises of love, of change; befall my ears next day. We try again, but deep inside i know he's not ready, Not ready to accept change and tolerance. Not ready to seek the help of those who know more. We don't go, queues for councillors months away, - Time by which we think situation will have long passed. How very wrong we could be as Friday nights pay comes in, A familiar sickening pattern resumes. And fear sets in again! Familiar prayer returns, as i ask to be a survivor. - Oh Lord grant me just one more day, that I may live, To find new hope, some where safe to lay my head. To take the children that he may harm their gentle minds no more. Send your soul to rescue us and free us to peace once more, Only this time I will find the strength to go....Amen
Passionless I see each new day arrive and depart. I shall not falter upon any deed. I betray not Why is this feeling plaguing my mind and spirit? I was never insensible to my deity. Or ever will be. Listless I lay upon the life before me and beyond. Apathetically I continue with a plea. I will awake.
I love you my Lord! You are my strength! Your love for me reaches a non-measurable length You Oh lord, are my rock, fortress and deliverer… Your beauty shines brighter than the purest gold or silver! You, Oh God… Are the horn of my salvation and my high tower… You reign over the earth in your majesty and great power! I will call upon the Lord who is so worthy of all praise… He is my peace and comforter all of my days! He shall save me from my enemies and bring the victory! I have found strength from him and a holy sanctuary… Though the sorrows of death often surround me… God's victory over death continues to astound me! At times, the crowds of ungodly men cause me to fear… But I draw comfort in knowing that God is always near! I bless the Lord for being so steadfast and true! I don't really know where I'd be… without YOU! You heard my distress and answered my cry… As one day I shall be with you at that mansion in the sky! By Jim Pemberton 05/30/10 Read Psalm 18:1-4 t
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord… All of the lands! Come together in one voice… And clap your hands! Serve the Lord with gladness. Come into his presence with singing! Delight yourself in him. With praise and thanksgiving! Know that the Lord is God. And he made us all! We are his people. His sheep. Let's answer his call! As we enter his gates with thanks and his courts with praise… Let's honor and serve him all of our days! The Lord is very good. His mercy is everlasting. Let's honor him today... In prayer and fasting! His truth shall be known, throughout the generations! It's only in him where we can find our salvation… The Lord is God… His grace has no limit. Come and worship him now… In both body and spirit… His love has no boundary. His grace is freely givin'. Accept his gift of love... Be cleansed and forgiven! By Jim Pemberton 01/02/11 Read Psalm Chapter 100
Higher Power it is you that awakes me every day.And I am forever grateful for your love.This is why I pray.You let me touch so many people and its all for the good.I influence children and never thought I would.And I couldn't take credit for the love they get because it all comes from you Higher Power.I am the one who skips it.And when it seems like the pressure gets to be too much,I say you be my crutch.Higher Power I am not perfect by a long shot.I confess to you daily,but I work hard every day and I hope you hear me.In my heart I mean well,but if you help me to grow,then what I have in my heart will begin to show.And when I get going,I'm not looking back for nothing,cause I will know where I am headed.I am so tired of suffering.I stand before you weak and diversion of your reflection.For my soul needs reserection.I don't deserve what you have given me,but you never took it from me.Cause I am grateful and I use it.I don't worship money.If what you want from me to bring your children to you,my request is to have one life to do it instead of two.
Three Hebrew men worshiped God with a strong desire... Even if it meant being thrown into the fire. Nebucadnezzar gave the command... he was king... But he couldn't believe what he was seeing! Shortly after shutting the door, "Rather than three in the fire— I now see four!" He was so astonished as to what he saw... Nothing on these men burned... nothing at all! The fourth one was God... Jesus... the true one.... The men had a visit from God's precious son. Living for God will not be easy to do... But through the fires of life... God will see you through! By Jim Pemberton 2008
Frustration level Boiling point Rather an understatement today For each time I've sat To write new works My laptop does not play On ten minutes Off the next My blood it starts to boil I'm rather patient normally But today it takes it's toil Curser locks And I can't get to type another thing Then adding insult further more It turns self off Just to ignore Sore comment passed As through teeth I grimace And five hours on I still try with it To system restore Love back in it!
This precious life was entrusted to your loving kindness; friends and strangers mocked me causing endless hurt, because I had a different prospective, a holier outlook with a faith that only saints would keep from impurities: infidels or fools were they to deny me the expression of my spirituality? How did I resist every temptation, every deception by rejecting infamy? O Father, in prayers I have spoken to you, laying all my faults before you, nothing I have hidden: deeds you would have seen, and words bitter or sweet that you would have instantly heard; and should I ask for more compassion than those who have never sinned? Only Christ was perfect and sinless, the Word who helped you create everything from planets to stars, even larger universes than ours... O Father, I'm asking for good things to make my living easier, its not the materialistic ones, but all those offering an intense light, that can uplift me in times of despair, console me and make me gladder; and would I ask you to add more years to my already serene life? Yes, I really would: to accomplish my mission and complete this long journey, before I'll give up my spirit and enter the kingdom you have destined for me... The atheist doesn't believe in Your existence, but admires a crimson sunset, and a brilliant sunrise, never understanding the Creator's purpose; that's why I am speaking with You with openness and clarity to obey and be blessed, although Lucifer hides in the thick grass, transforming himself into a serpent: He will try to deceive my loyal soul with empty promises and quick schemes, never could I take his side, abandon You, my eternal God, and lose my peace! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
he thought to build a secure home at the top of a hill but never thought a river flows under his feet
Spirituality outpours Lost in own thought Playing hocus pocus With life No knowing If spellbound deeds Are coincidental Or realistic Tea leaf stories Tarot turning truths told Not wishing harm Nor effect on any being Simply sending good vibes Awaiting their return Flailing hope Grasping edge of life Swords to cut through Troubled times A defense in your line Of passionate belief
Suddenly I hit the floor. Events leading to this can't be explained. I have been through this before and now my Zest for life has become contained. Understanding these "spells" have been hard --- Really hard since they seem to come from no where Epilepsy has become my dealt card So now I have learned to deal with no fear!
When things go wrong, as they usually do. There is only one, who will see you through. Ask the Lord, and you will see. He's always there, for you and me. You say you need, a brand new start. Then ask the Lord, into your heart. There is one thing, he will never do. That's turn his back, on me or you. He is always there, through it all. He will catch you, when you fall. My life was ugly, and full of sin. Without the Lord, I couldn't win. I was dead, and full of pain. Now the blessings, come down like rain. Now I'm alive, and full of life. My life is empty, of all the strife. I was blind, and couldn't see. The pain I felt, was because of me. The way I lived, my future was dim. Now it's bright, because of him. My sins are forgiven, that I know. Because the Lord, tells me so. He speaks to my heart, so no-one can hear. His perfect Love, forever pulls me near. Eternal life, I have been given. "Thanks to the Lord", Life is worth living.
It doesn't matter what is on the outside it only matters what is on the inside that counts beauty is realized in the soul don't over react if you don't look perfect no one is perfect if you were supposed to be perfect god would have made you that way just because someone doesn't look like you don't make fun of them either it only matters what is on the inside everyone looks different everyone doesn't have to look alike beauty is the heart and soul of a person.
Slaves to our instincts Stay out of the rain and I will reward you with a cosy feeling Soak up the sun and I will relax you Deny me my fill and you will suffer comfort food cravings Have sex or I will make you uncomfortably crave it Pursue sex to orgasm or I will not let you rest Threaten your life and I will scare you Cut or Burn yourself and I will make you suffer pain Eat and drink or I will make you suffer hunger Breathe or I will make you suffer suffocation Socialize and integrate or I will make you suffer loneliness Compete or I will empty you to worthlessness Instincts torture us for what actions they want Not complying with your instincts results in discomfort Obey your instincts and they will comfort you Ergonomic religion relieves suffering
I am but a single Lamb One of many in a flock When I speak to the Lord I do not stutter as I talk Think that's why I love to write Fluent as one could be When I try to speak the words It's impossible for me Bugs bunny and I are alike Hbad-uh , hebad-uc. hbad-uh Right by our name What ever in life we may do That's our claim to fame I'll be the first to admit that the humor is a little dry - This is based on my life - Most of my life I stuttered - still do but I've made my peace with it - tilt your head to the left then twitch real fast while batting your eyes To get the full effect of the h-bad-uh h-bad-uh line.
Living water makes those soft splashing sounds As it courses from its source to spread all around Flowing outward to feed all who come into its bounds All God's creatures are drawn hearing the course it takes around The grass springs up by its side where deer can feed Trees grow tall and healthy offering nesting sights for birds and bees Living waters start from a small source spreading just like a sound wave Coursing, running, spreading, nuturing, growing and a place to bathe This living water is a place to come to nuture and completely restore ones soul Oh that land where the living waters flow
Lord, often times as we talk I don't even know where to begin My life and soul belong to you I reserve my heart for my wife As I look out my window the bright of day is engulfed by the darkness of the approaching storm -all turns grey Suddenly in perfect timing my tree and I shudder to the rising winds of the north - The temperature plummets As my temperature skyrockets the pounding in my head leaves me searching for that which can't be found - my eyes go out of focus as I find myself trying to forget that which I can not remember and remember that which I can not forget - confusion follows All things are bound to your will and there is a reason I'm in this place - My temperature breaks - I flush from with-in As my eyes regain focus the pounding decreases though the pain still shrouds my mind The tiredness brings sleep I dream of a rainbow stretching across a mountain meadow. Behind it a waterfall descends from the heavens forming a clear mountain lake where I bathe alone. Thunder rolls across the meadow as lightning pierces the rainbow causing it to explode like the grand finale of a fireworks show. The lightning kisses the waterfall sending a single bolt of light unto me - I awake All is suddenly clear - The greatest triumphs follow our greatest tribulations and true strength is found at the weakest moment for that is when WE FIGHT
Note while you play steady rhythm How I tirelessly go about my business Tending to daily chores Dealing with issues and problems Loving and learning to love those around me Constantly trying to accept things I cannot change Longing for a lifetime of peace To be at one with nature At rest and alone with my dear heart
Daydreams need to be housed in a safe environment. Whilst relaxing, meditating , bathing and pottering about.... A daydream raises and floats out like a thought cloud... Comfortable, secure surroundings nurture these bubbles of dreams , hopes ,wishes inspirations........ Designing A protective animal border on the outer edge of the mandala Concentric boundaries evelope the core like tree rings Your labariynth mandala framed with flowers on the outside. Then layered with precious stones and metals in the middle More borders of flowers and herbs, inner borders of jewels Your heart and soul cross centered with the sun sings songs. Layer upon layer of protection the maze is refreshed with a brilliant white light descending from the crown charkra to the center of the earth and back up from the earth to the crown.
Amidst the madness of gunfire we found a safety haven. Passing through concentric borders sounds faded into birds chirping and water trickling in a tropical oasis. In the center was a cradle and a baby sleeping peacefully wrapped in soft flannel gave a little sigh and curled its tiny fingers.
My back is bent My legs are weak But in my mind I fly. My sight is dull My hearing fades But in my mind I fly. Someday when my race is run God will look and say 'Well Done' And then with angel's wings I'll rise And into His arms I'll fly.
Rekindle the laughter, blood, tears and sweat. Live life 'till it's full, no regrets left...
Black outline of fallen tree Felled many years ago Hanging onto the coast guarding This bit of sand allowing a vista Of horizon on which the sunrises Each day different from before Today the colors are orange Yelllow where the sun brightly shines Casting a total shadow on you Oh! fallen tree blown over by storm Can you rise again be useful Only if God grant a new life soon
In the lowly soil, Between the weeds, A lone bud pokes its shy head to lead, Its ever struggling journey of toil. A single breath to take, A hand to pull you from a fall, Your first kick of a championship ball, A penetrating dive into a fresh water lake. All part of an ever-growing life, What ever you be, Whether it be human or tree, Through pleasure and strife. As time takes its toll and welcomes in death, The once lonely bud, Comes crashing to earth with a deafening thud, And so takes his last breath.
Quiet of the morning Pentrate my heart Hold me close Don't let the day start Let me absorb The touch of your peace Make my day brighter Fill all my needs
One heartbreak from a lost loved one. Nearer to Heaven, they have such a gift. Every soul has the choice for so many. Transplantations of organs, Gods endowment, Reviving of life through a medical option, Another's existence gave a second chance. God provides the knowledge, we all learn. Evangelical intervention the sole provider, Death of one in tragedy delivers restoration. You will supply love, from ones deliverance.
Lord Can you Please try to Deliver me From the imprisonment of my own mind
(Special Message to Connie) "Fear not my child" I heard the Spirit say. "I am with thee and will lead you each step of the way." "I am the All Mighty God there is no need to Fear. Just believe on me I am always near". Fear has been defined as False Evidence Appearing Real. It is there to torment us and keep us living in a state of fear. But I am Raphah the one that Healeth thee. Nothing is to hard for me this you will be able to see. Stand strong my friend and you will see this is only a test. A trying of your faith and He will give you rest. He will guide the doctor's hands along the path you'll see. Everything will come out fine just like it is supposed to be. I will keep you in my prayers from day to day. Your friends are standing by to help you along the way. Just reach out and ask them. They will be glad to help you make it through. Please send up a word of prayer for my dear friend Connie. She is anticipating back surgery and is feeling fearful and asked to write a poem for her.
Willing to look at your weathered Face and weep. Trace the cardboard tear. Run my finger down those little cracks Rubbing hairs, breaking spines Then laugh. I can lay here on this non-existent slab Pretending death. Imagining which organ You have crushed within your hands. Smell your breath. The scent of graveyards, dusty tables, ham And all those bottled memories you have left. Flood my life with varied vice Then die a sizzling sudden shock. Half dressed, half bent And modeling little but a pair of socks. On my face a sculpted smile. Scratches, scuffs and varied stains Unpaid rent, sagging skin Un-kept hair and clogged up veins. Content.
in the book of John Jesus reveals His divine mission He makes known His purpose for being was to take on the Great Commission to make disciples, to give life abundantly, to walk in truth and light He came not to steal nor to kill like a thief who comes in the night He came to defend us like a good counselor would do in court He came to uphold us and give us spiritual life support life support was designed to make sure a body survives a technological apparatus that keeps a body alive it's used when one is not strong enough to function on one's own but God's life support is the spiritual support powered by the heavenly throne when your spiritually anemic and you need special help you need the abundant supply known as spiritual wealth you need something to kick in when the money is all gone you need something to sustain you when foreclosure takes your home you need some empowerment when the doctor suggests surgery you need God's life support in the midst of the misery you need to plug into the power supply that is our God you need some life support to jump start your heart life will throw you a curve and hit you from the blind side the devil never lets up and from life you can't run and hide the devil will mess with your money, your job and your family but the life support of the Holy Spirit will respond to the emergency the Holy Spirit will stay your hand from slapping someone upside the head the Holy Spirit will still your tongue and stop you from cussing them out instead the Holy Spirit will halt you from telling your boss to kiss your behind the Holy Spirit will remove the evil thoughts that are trying to take over your mind the Holy Spirit will lift you up before the referee counts you out at ten the Holy Spirit's life support will get you back into fighting shape once again for storms will come into your life as quick as a flash flood get your raincoat of Godly protection and be covered by the blood and be it a physical, emotional, mental, financial or a spiritual breakdown find the strength to carry on when God's life support system in you is found just make sure you're near an outlet where it can be plugged in for the life support of the Living God is your most reliable friend remember Jesus of Nazareth said, I came here for a reason to give life abundantly and to give it in due season so be anxious over nothing and then tell the devil to get lost you're now hooked up to God's life support with its power coming from the cross
do you drink stink and wink also blink there's hope don't do doke don't smoke he is around to throw you down this is the DEVIL PLAYGROUND
Look not into the other side of happiness, for you see nothing, but painful stare of reality; rather, see the roses bloom, with hues of hope; so, if I were you, pity me not, for I believe in miracles.
Between good and bad, the conscience constantly rambles. Good verses evil. Life verses death. God verses Satan. Aggressive the decisions, threatening the effects. Cheating the evil one deceiptfully plays his games. Ever vigilant you stand, at the gate of my heart and mind. Keeping me watchful, sheltering and shielding from attacks. When I came to you, you took care, you took charge; gave me defence and security. You became a father figure, a protector, and refuge. A helper in leading me, down the paths of righteousness. Helping me decide right from wrong.
i fall to the bottom,the air begins to thicken. A gloomy feel of fear and failure laughs in my face as i slip away into darkness. I close my eyes and prepare to give to the overwhelming fate i now face. I begin my last prayer. "i am the creator of my own perfect trap. My directions and ways of life are the reason i am at this place. I tried my way to find the way out;to live. Now i give to your hands,my life with out doubt. Forgive me, your will be done."
Will you stay here with me, girl? Will you leave it all behind? We can beat it all, I'm sure, girl. I don't know what you think you'd find. The world is cold, the world is harsh, girl. Forget your past, it wasn't kind. And if you stay here with me, girl. I think you'd like what you might find. The light I seek is just too bright now. Who will help me when your gone? The light has left me behind now. Theres no light to greet this dawn. Who will help me fight this pain now? I still need you at my side. Will you stay? I feel the pain now. You might be the turning of the tide. The moon is full, the moon is ours, girl. Will the light be returning soon? I fear the lights gone for good, girl. I don't think he'll grant me my boon. The pain is fierce, the pain is deep, girl. It's torn this soul I got in two. You should go, you should leave, girl. Move from the old to the new. Please don't stay here with me, girl. Do not leave it all behind. We won't win, we will lose, girl. Head into the world, see what you'll find. It pains me to see you go now. But I'll do what I think is right. Leave me please, you gotta go now. Leave me now, don't lose sight.
I never said this would be easy I never told you life would be fair I know that sometimes you feel all alone And it feels like I'm not there You've been in pain and struggled For as long as you can remember Just hang in there a little while longer On the other side, things will be better You want to be loved for who you are Not just the cards you've been dealt But you live in a world full of cruelty That pushes on your strength with doubt Aching for normality Why did this happen to you? Forget about what's on the outside Let them see right through Your inner strength speaks volumes That no book could ever hold Thanks for being courageous when others are weak Thanks for being bold ~dedicated to Tosha Miller
A white light on the crown,+ a thousand petals are found. Let's follow the colours from the top down. Purple is at the third eye which is between the brows. The throat calls for sky blue like it's reflection in a swimming pool. Forest,emerald green is the scene for the heart region. Yellow canaries singing in the sun of the solar plexus. The chant of the Hari Krishna's Orange shuffles its warmth to the tummy. And next, is hot blooded red for the sex spot. What's so funny? Now spin the rainbow wheel + see what colour it makes.
A big explosion near the docks A terrible tragedy by all accounts Many gone, many left in tears The reporters tell us this story today We absorb the impact and get on with our lives But some lives have been snuffed out Let the crystal snowflakes come and cover the scene of the crime Nature's white blanket will let us forget The loves of the lost will feel pain but that will fade with the new year Heartache is the order of the day But tomorrow the snow shall ease the pain Let's find healing in nature's gifts It's the one chance we have for happiness and freedom
As I dress my self for the special day. I whisper a prayer to help me along the way. Looking in the mirror at my mothers beautiful dress. She lovingly sewed together, so I could look my best. My beloved is a mystery just for that special hour. I smile to myself as I gather my bouquet of flowers. The music plays, as I walk down the aisle with my father. He winks at me, after giving me away to another. Family gathers tissues and a hush covers the place. As we exchange vows, he gathers me up into a loving embrace. I barely heard the words "you may kiss your bride". My husband raised my veil, kissed me tenderly as I cried. We are now as one, united in holy matrimony, thus begins our path. Together we will take on each day, enjoying each other as if was our last.
An empty space Fade to black Exposed for the taking Vital is this Open lot to sanity Brace yourself Darker than the night Brighter than the sun Bask in the glow Of peace and calm Life is started here Ends here and In every sense Regenerated here Brief recesses Gallivanting in the cortex Refresh my soul Priming me to face The universe once again
Father please stop yelling, your voice booms all around. We got so used to hearing it – we switch off to the sound. Oh yes it's true we hear you but your voice is now a noise; it's not what you say – that we can hear, just abusive, boystrous tones. If you stop a while, take time to think - And plan what you might say? Maybe you'd talk instead of shout, and then we'd respond and work things out. But while your respond in dulcid tones, whilst all we hear is put downs, moans. While all you do is scream and yell, you'll push us away – so far until… You'll lose our love, and all respect, we'll grow up not knowing loving yet; run to the first who shows interest, repeat history, life of whole regret… You'll lose our love, so stop this now, teach us to love , to talk things through. We're not so bad, you'll see us now, And as a unit we'll learn to grow…and flourish… Make you proud, you'll see. Make you understand your love of me, Be still, be heard – in quiet reserve, with dignity, respect, and glee… be proud.
When son was young, His father was old, When his father was young, His father was old. They all were child, They all were young, They all were old, Everyone has a warning gold. Don't do that do only this, This is a success that is pests. Everyone have a chance, Get it don't miss. If you want to gain, Only attention is a main, Don't create burden, Only use other's brain. Secure yourself and keep other's busy, It is hard task it is not so easy. You will be a good master, If you are active not lazy.
Start with a healthy dose of morning prayer, Nourish yourself on God's Word Add a heaping of love and compassion, a dash of self-control and diligence Mix together well, and refresh yourself, Continue this several times during your day Add a splash of the Holy Spirit for essence This brings comfort and peace when & where needed Claim the blood of Jesus when feeling ill or under attack IT IS the ultimate strength you will ever experience Be sure to distribute forgiveness, humbleness and God's truth As needed throughout your day Give thanks for everything, make everything you do, Show Him to the world, spread joy to as many as possible Be confident in who you are, and to whom you belong Make His will for your life, your life's ambition Love as you are loved, without hesitation Love with unconditional love, not judging one another At the end of your day, when your work is done Give God the glory for the strength He has given At the close of the day, pray for another one to come That you may do His will according to His direction for your life (Repeat this daily until the Lord's return)
Put on the armour of God, and fight this battle face to face with Grace from God above. Fear not what man will do, no harm can come to thee, just place your trust in Jesus faith and He will lead the way. No ammo needed, you have a sword, it is The Word of God. You'll read it's truths and be led by Grace, so raise the banner high above and see it wave in faith. Remember that Jesus fought this battle Once, and prevail He has done. Fear not what you dont know, just place your trust in Jesus' faith and He will lead the way. (c) July 3, 2006
we're passing thur for you and me too this what we must do so we can see the gold in the sky when we die its no lie to get to heaven road PREPARE YOUR SOUL
Dancin' with the dead, Becomin' familiar to me... Missin' my soup pals, That you can see, 10 days in the ward Warding off death, 10 days never knowing, Which might be my last breath, There is no fear, Regardless of fate, It's merely a question, Sooner or late... You will join me too... Somewhere down the road... We'll write funny poems together, Hope I don't have to goad... But now to catch up with my pals, Sorry for any worry I might have caused, Glad to be back on line, With the winners of the world.
Panic shook her spinal cord Her hands trembles with troubles Her voice became thicker and deeper Like that of a baritone Losing count of her made calls To her kinsmen since morning Where could he be? What could have happened to him? Flashing backward to the faithful day At the altar, Six over a Silver Jubilee Long enough indeed, she wept Could he have . . . ? When? How? Why? Where? All rose to the fore Hmmmm!!! Liar, the devil remains I rang the ring unto her ears It has occurred ! ! ! The moving house tumbled And rumbled four times Leaving some in a trance Few on a flit far beyond the planet Conversing only with the Angels To get a visa, others crashed in Without any clearance for the beyond Alas! We got to know where he hid He is at the Casualty where Casualties of variance floods Right there in "Ibadan," at the UCH Where Physicians are churned out Only in their hundreds. His bones where pictorially fixed A slight fracture with no serious fraction Occurred only at the Lumbar region In pains, he laughed Assuring many wishers of God's own Operation on him with the heavenly hosts No "poblem" he averred With radiating smile of faith similar to that of The seed of Mustard that can move it all In any event, he is a Clergy. My Mummy arrived the day next Tears stood akimbo on her face But for the fear of the Physicians she knelt Beside the bed of her loving Romeo She prayed and kissed him in a jivy As the Clergy's only daughter holds tears no bar At last, the Clergy who got lost in a road mishap En-route "Guru –Marahaji way" was found Smiling twenty healthy more years ahead. Alayande Stephen.T 6th of November,2005 1.25pm
written in the hospital; "The Angel of Death Has once again alit at my side He brought his side-kicks, Pain and despair They danced about me, enjoying my fate... I had ecsaped their clutches Four times before Their vengeful glee Was evident to me The fog of confusion I had hid in so long to escape their claws Vaporized before my eyes, Like my will to fight Pain's cruel delight at my torture Almost would have amused me Had I the strength to fight They bring darkness with them Cloaked in fear I have known others, who have beaten back demons far more determined With sharper claws and longer horns Their will I admired Their strength I envied I was too weak this time Worn down with misfortune With evil in their eyes They danced with glee It had finally come- The end of me." Post-script: "Sometimes death is the better option When the politics of pain have proven their power. And remember- No One!! lives forever except for Jesus and the like. And they likely live...to the reality you are about to enter."
(This is a true story) My second cousin is a Vietnam veteran who came to no harm. But had he been with his platoon one night, he would've bought the farm. While he men in his platoon were sleeping, the enemy busted in and killed all of them. My cousin was ordered to drive a tank that night so they weren't able to kill him. Many people prayed for my cousin to be safe. It's possible that he was saved by their faith. God may have had a hand in him being ordered to drive that tank. The Lord is miraculous and he deserves all of our thanks.
Count the days in the garden. Let love bloom all around. Recognize the peace, there is harmony in the sky. With each and every leaf or bud - new breath, a miracle. Make memories unforgettable, garnish them with thoughtful floral fragrance. Add that loving laughter, those smiles. Create that sense of magic, and cherish natures dance.
Bibles' read Well fed. we do not live by bread alone, rather we live by every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord. deuteronomy 8:3 Jesus is the true bread of life anyone who eats this bread will not die but will live forever, John6:35,47,48,50,51,57,58. God never breaks any of his promises, His word nurtures us and makes us grow the more we read the more we know Him and the more we grow in His strength. without God we would just be an empty shell, He is the only one that can make us whole and complete for eternity. Thank you Lord for your word and for your food for life Amen.
A person suffers with his problems And thinks, he can control them, He works hard or has deceiving, He stores money as a shield. He feels disappointment when he finds, His achieving target is totally different, He can enjoy only happiness but Money isn't enough to control grieves. Surplus money is also a problem, He looses his trust and suspects them, All relations are coming to rob him, His patience becomes a new disease. He suffers with worry and searches peace, He follows religions and donates the money, Religious people think he is a good person, But he is under pressure, seeking salvation. He went to follow a religion for his control, But feels disappointment that religious people, Are also wandering for donations to collect, Against their services has different treatment. A poor comes for his belief, he is honest, Works hard and controls his patience, But a money lender finds money grows money, Money and religion both has a same problem. Noone is surviving extra days to change time, Noone can control time produces circumstances, Every game ends when time comes and realises, Death is a last destination, Noone can control it.
Feel a red hot red chakra like lead in your pelvis and shake it like Elvis. Moving to Orange in the tummy,Hari Krisnas are dancing and chanting. Higher is a Yellow glowing sunflower, in the solar plexus a canary is singing. Green is the scene for the rainforest Queen, tropical green sounds surround your being. Blue is the chakra for the throat,you sing a cool rhythm and blues song. Quietly the purple chakra in your third eye gives a soft sigh. While a white light shines a beam on your crown,where a thousand shimmering petals are found.
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~Well, shall we dance then. Rapid sensations float through hands as the band in the background sings and rings with everything Sound in and around teaming life in amazing voice Beaming bright in chorus for us They're joyous These rhymes of the Poet. We know it. In hour and our hearts we hear it the magical beat and our feet rejoice with Flow Write Voice of the Pen. We have a choice A choice to mend if we choose and voice. Yes Voice to include! Everything. ~Rhymes of The Poet.in.The Pen~
You tricky tricky little Love, I had you in my grasp. The sun was shine, the smell divine, then you leap and made me laugh... Silly again, your flight in Time, But I'll chase you just the same. Tis too much fun my shining sun To love your mind thru game. Your flight is like a little light, and your trail a widdle milky... but nay, say J, this hinders me not... as I spin a widdle silky... I Love our chase thru time...n.space, A little maze, a little phrase, and I so do love the rhyme. So leap my dear, my 'ittle frog, I chase you in deLight, thru all of Time and all our kind, We play and continue, Our flight. ~It was never, pay and continue to fight~ T'is.Time.We.New... Player.Continue...
For all that it its worth I find your courage inspiring Everyday I watch you brave it out refusing to give in As the days turn to weeks and blur into months Recouping all the strength that this merciless beast has torn from you Leaving believers in your wake with each visit to the cancer ward Eveyone applauding you efforts your pesistence Saving the best for last you never even consider holding back Saving herself with all the and support to win her battle with breast cancer
a woman with a hemorrhaging problem went to see the Lord Jesus Christ she believed that if she could only touch Him, it would save her life as Jesus passed by the crowd she reached out and touched His hem she was miraculously healed, the flow of blood did stem physically, morally and emotionally she'd been condemned by her own peers instead of praying for her to heal, the prayed for her to disappear for misery loves company and with some people you will find that even though they say they are Christians, they don't possess God's Kind yes, life can sometimes be anxious, depressing and knock you to the ground it can be tedious and routine, making you feel run down yet when things happen over which we have no control allow God to order your steps and with the Holy Spirit achieve you goals just break out of your rut and go forward in your life take a leap of faith today and catch the wave that is Jesus Christ after that woman touched Jesus' robe she then attempted to hide then Jesus said,"who touched me", for the power in Him did subside that woman then stood up confessed to all and told Jesus why He said to her,"your faith has healed you, go in peace" with God's prize what a catch she made that day, it was a wave of faith what a catch she made that day for on God she did await her story has been passed on down, it's an example of unconditional belief that if one lets God into their life through Him comes healing and relief allow yourself to cleansed, wade in the water of God's tide catch the wave of faith and then hold on for the ride call on your determination to be your salvation and your inspiration and whenever you call on Jesus Christ the power in Him will leave and continue on to a place where there is a need what a catch, what a catch, now healed and of good cheer her faith in God has made her whole, her burden she no longer has to bear
Unfolding the dark night, quarter moon shrinks The bitterness of the day, cave weird taste, burning the tongue. You didn't want to live, anymore. Roots lopsided, starved. Age, language slashed, mist rising. Names in the dust. The ending was not there sorrow burnt like candle burning the meaningless words, dreams, I hear the silent whispers of wounds of faltering steps, doubting the pain. Beyond the age tales were endless. Watching became a problem. Nothing could be redeemed by choice. I wanted endless journey to find the windows. long steps towards immovable cliffs, my own version of anonymity and grace. Because glorification has started the fear, the escape and suffering. SATISH VERMA
Oh yes, we were born free Of sickness and pain, Wandering in the splendor of time; We grow old, with our family and friends; Full of love, a peaceful life; Then, one day we fell ill, A time of trials, A time to doubt, For the disease, exploring conveniently Our bodies and minds, not to our delight; Should we then lose our trust, in Him, the One Who created us, without stain?
You come to me, - wounded. Pain shows within those darkened eyes, that natural fire for life dampened. I reach to you, crane my neck to whisper - sweet serenities unto your ear. I gently soothe your skin, listening, I take on board all you say. I do not judge for I am not - the mighty one! The one who comes in strength and power in spirit. I am friend of conscience - No I am quieter, the essence of soul within. I'm a friend that stands strong with your inner being; that knows the real you and how resolute you can be. I am one who knows you can conquer even the highest of mountains; for not all people are the same. Then how much more shall you be blessed as you walk with strength, in light knowing how much more love and kindness can defy all evils.
Why do you waste your time? Time wastage is also a crime, Understand your time is life, Recycle yourself as a lime. Energy can regenerate your aim, You can recover your needs flame, Nobody can feed for nothing, Your idealness is a shame. You can fly in an open space, You can run to win a race, You can travel where do you like? If you have idea you can trace. Famous person has a name, Only activeness is his game, You can play if you are wise, Occupation has no shame.
What is a meaning of our body chart? How can someone survive without a Heart? Heart is a main organ if it pumps perfect, Rest of the body we can later number's select. Brain opens his eyes when he drinks blood, Light comes into eyes when it opens lid. Brain commands a body when blood picks a message, And delivers it to an organ and comes back to heart. Feet, hands, Arms and legs has working hard, It is a miracle of a heart to pumping blood, Foods and drink produce energy to warm up blood, To maintain a body: to reach on temperature hands. If a person smokes, blood gets coloured and thick, When a clout disturbs blood to flow normal, Alcohol helps to heart to pumping it hard, A hard working pressurised heart loses age card. Don't eat and drink for taste, eat food to cure a heart, Love and anger, feelings and nature is cause of blood, If heart is working normal, a person keeps patience, When blood disturbs a person life is having sentence.
A fire when burns, Anything that touched fire, Starts to burn And loose his existence. A fire of appetite, Burns continue inside a body, Keeps the blood warm And provide life. A fire of greed, When burns; produces inequality, Looses a balance of living, And create problem to kill someone. We can control the outer fire, Also we can provide food, We can satiate a burning body, But a fire of greed, how can we control? Nor even education, Nor even religion, Nor even Law, all are helpless, To change someone's nature.
Do not be unfaithful with another man's treasures, Or you will not be trusted with what truly belongs to you. Do not be angry about another man's inheritance; Invest your talents and your treasures will increase, too.
Yes sir- ee- bob... I'm a Jack of all trades, Yet but master of quite few... Let me list now... Some of the things I can do... Cook a meal, you won't soon forget, Eatting my meals, You'll never regret... Hearing me make music... Maybe not the best... But so far, in my life, I've passed near every test.... To write, especially poems, For me it's great fun, And for me to be a stand-up comedian, You ought'a see my next run... And collecting books, Enjoying them too, These are but a few, Of the things I can do... But of all the things, The world has to offer, The most precious.. Are family and friends, You can put that in your coffer... And, of course health... In that I suffer a bit... But it never emperils, My often keen wit.... And the one elusive thing, I absolutely covet. the most... Is that sense of happiness... Elusive as a ghost... But that's okay, I still feel quite blessed Even though some intentions, I inadvertently have messed... So I thank my friends, One and all, And if it seems, I've got too much gaul... I apologized in advance... And hope you'll abide me.. I've taken a chance, To piss off you all.....
Without- the waning sun warms my face..little by little a wholeness floods the wells within.
Does My Own Faith Does my own faith extend to others can GRACE apply to them? Just go and ask the ROMAN Centurion that asked a BOON for his own son. His son lay dying of a sickness brought on no DOUBT by leaded wine, and the HOMO stood there in perfect health just asking GOD for his own son. "eye am a roman soldier with men under my authority eye say to one come and to another go and it is DONE." The LORD JESUS marveled at this understanding so rare in the gentile race. GO home embrace thy son it is given to me and now it is done. The boy was taken up from his sick bed at that very hour the MAN who believed RECEIVED his GRACE from GOD's own POWER. Eye was plagued by doubters, who fashioned me to lose my faith; today they are all liars, for prayers are always heard iff the throne of GRACE is active then prepare to get them back prepare for health at last. Does my own faith extend to others there yes in all my prayers my hope is given back.
I know, it isn't so easy, To pursue a child for forgiveness, I know, it is easy to say, A lesson of patience is too hard. Believe me or n't, It is best way of living, You can stop innocent shying, Or can save your innocent tears. You were always heavy on me, When my women were pregnant, You always cried for revenge, When my children were grown up. Time to time, day to day You searched me and I searched you, But never learnt a lesson, No mistake has delivered a lesson.
The decline was steep. Somewhere the clouds burst in tears. Sitting on the flat prejudice we weaved a gift of poison for everyone. It did not stain our shirts. The big fat people moved about with great confidence to change the world. I suffered inwardly. Perhaps the greed drank from our passions. A spectre of hounding. Which never stopped. My parents knew better, always talked of comportment. Like our love for neighbours. The turmoil drifted now in our hearts. A self-potrait became the vehicle of death I visited myself, to wind up the matters of concern. The graffiti on the abandoned walls of memories erased time, altered the wounds, and trembling shadows. Sunrise will provide me a lesson. SATISH VERMA
I am doing for all, don't do that, Let them learn, don't panic, Give them opportunity to grow, They need courage for danger. No, they are child, she argued, And all the time keeps her busy, Goes to bed when unable to walk, And blames him, you are careless. Look, it isn't a way of living, Learning process is a natural, Don't pretend them to admit a child, They will need experience after us. Money can't help them to survive, They only can live if they knew, To earn sources to use they better. Training is much better than saving. She stops to talk for days, and Home gets in peace, no noise, I continue care for her quietly, She gets anger in under-pressure. When something happens strange She comes back to talk, and reminds, You aren't as you was before children, You are also and embraced together.
Dark spirals waft their evil tenticles About all my friends... Hungry to devour hearts, if not souls... We need our Protector, As we rarely call out to, To see us through these times Our appeals Through the burst of prayers You surely noticed... With none more sorely pleaded for, Than but for the innocent children Help us, Dear God.
Fearful and quite she sits beside her man, As the doctor proclaims he needs more x-rays and scans The lump he found he wasn't quite sure, It looked like cancer for which there was no cure. The biopsy proved beyond a doubt, Surgery and kemo were the only route. She held his hand as the doctor began to explain, That this could be terminal and cause much pain. He said a second opinion would be fine but he needed to get it done quick, Right now it's in the early stages but it will soon start making you sick. He patted his wife's hand and said I'm going to be okay, You can't believe them old doctors anyway. When they got home she got on the phone, And called their pastor and some friends that they've known. She told them of his problem and they began to pray, By His stripes he is healed were the words they would say. No negative thoughts were ever brought about, Only true faith in God without any doubt. The next visit to the doctor they found not a trace, The doctor broke the good news with a smile on his face. The Master Physician had administered the cure. There is power in those prayers of this I am sure. ( True Story )
Sitting bedside Praying, Hoping, Tearing, Wishing She softly touches his forehead Feeling for the temperature, Avoiding the need To rush in the middle of the night To the emergency room. She loves him so And cannot bear his pain His suffering, His future. Only if the kemo works, She prays again. He stirs, Comforted by the thought That she's there, Always there, As she's always been And always will be. "Damn you!" She cries to herself, Giving his painful future A face, An identity. She thought she could protect, Always loving, But some things Are just out of her power. She continues to pray And wait.
Lord, my greatest desire in life might be that my eyes you'd touch so that I might see. See the world around me both rich and full The sandy beach, the sea, the skyward Gull. Let me see the children as they run and play Let me watch the sunset at the end of day. In the heavens the stars that twinkle so bright these things bring to mind my soon coming flight. But then Lord, I'd see all life's ugly parts The sin, the drugs, men's hardened hearts. In my darkened world I'm now not aware Of the color of a man's skin of length of his hair. Or of tattooed folks and the strange way they dress Of life's daily rigors that often lead to stress. I'm sure that with sight I'd find myself in a jam Please leave me dear Lord, Until you come, as i am.
Where did I leave off? Oh, yeah...conditions...Next up is Arthritis- this only in last year or so- endless, 24/7 chronic pain...Even in bed...it brings tears to my eyes...and nothing less than a strong Vicodin does anything...and I rarely get that because it's addictive, and controlled...once, not long ago, at my old house in Queens, during a jam, a guitarist asked if he could have one, his back was troubling him, I said okay....later, after they left, I went down for a dose due, and low and behold, he took the entire jar...near 30 pills....next time he came you should'a heard my greeting...never saw him again...back to conditions...when this cancer thing started, I became severely depressed, and sleepless- chronic insomnia these many years- typically, I am awake 5-6 days, and once for 8...let me tell you, your mind turns to oatmeal....you haven't a clue...it is not pleasant, especially if you are in constant chronic pain....Woweee!!! I was prescribed sleeping pills (Ambien)- and it worked, but again a controlled substance, addictive, I admit to it doing that to me...and I have been long cut off from it, I would wind up using a months supply in a week, as my body got used to it....so here we are....watchin' TV in bed thru the night...ugh,,..this delight came with it's twin, depression....a new customer for it...together, it's a good thing I don't have a gun (seen too many murders up close..another story...) cause I have been in psych wards for this feeling...the balance I'll just name, they should be familiar to everybody...continued
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Walking alone in the dishevelled inner space I find peace in my failure, an innocent patch of a silent hurt. The futility of hollow beliefs crawls like a spent thunder. Truth remains unborn. I cross a bridge where eterniry begins. The freaks chase the shadow for a while, the idea so excruciating they melt in conspiracy of silence. In oneness and suchness the harmony drips from infinite pores. The seed has a history. Lost in resonance of outer space, now wakes the blood, distorting the ripples. SATISH VERMA
Charge me like the coward you are, Run me over like a crazy car. I will not yield or buckle, I am always unbroken. You hear me laughing,Bipolar, I know you are listening. The disease may be inside, But it will never bother me. Stubborn as they come, Undaunted by your nightmares. I will fight on till I win, Nothing will stop my mind. I have to fight for me, I have to win for others. Showing not arrogance but honor, For Bipolar knows not the meaning.
though I've been on this stage for so long and I've met unbeknownst, souls come and go, yet still I'm not losing my spirits to a supple death and, I asked no one to feel sorry seeing my black hair fall for I have seen that feelings myself, when they shaved me it made me sigh for the loss, but I've nothing to fear at all for my guardian angel says: soon, from pain you'll be free you, dear love, the time is on your side; use it wisely and cry not for me, for I wash my sorrow, with songs of morrow have faith in Him
(This is a fictional poem but God really does heal people.) When I prayed, I begged God to cure my cancer. It's nice to know that my prayers got answered. I became very ill and I was on my deathbed. If it wasn't for the greatness of the Lord, I'd be dead. I knew I would be healed if I prayed and had faith in God. Now I'm in complete remission and my doctor says that's odd. When I prayed, God heard what I said. Because of him, I have many more years ahead.
Formulation Plan Formulation Plan Idea is a light bulb spinning its light beams incandescent dreaming like one bare bulb hanging from a forgotten plug with just enough electricity in house to make the light bulb shine. This is a formulation plan can eye get more beer than eye already have can eye get something to eat is there a place why am eye NOT a man why must eye drink? This was my past the formulation plan was drinking and it did NOT work so finally eye quit and now eye am so clean and sober and just still fishing for my food and making sober into mood to last. The new formulation plan is not necessarily to avoid not necessarily to brag but just to drink my coffee and my coke and stay sober to the max. This is the formulation plan.
There is a certain man I know who has no head, And lifeless he lies within his cold, hard bed. He cannot think or discern to make a rational choice; He cannot eat or taste or lift up his voice. He cannot hear secrets, truths, whispers or yells; He cannot breathe the air or distinguish smells. He cannot read or see his way out, around his room; He cannot feel or hold to write, wash and groom. He cannot, even, lift his arms and legs at all, He cannot stand upright; he would only fall. So, paralyzed, he lies cold and hard upon his bed; Out of place and function, the headless man is dead.
She's scared to move She's falling again Remembers the feeling Oh the pain It's all coming back Maybe to stay I don't want it to I'm counting the days I thought it was over Guess I was wrong And to think Its been so long All this time Just thrown away All I can do is Pray for better day
a grand design spiral of madness, unsure if you did or you didn't unsure if you said or not unsure if your memories have merged with mythic dreams or fears fanciful who can protect you from your own muted sense of reality? who can help you heal the wounded mind? the worst uncertainty is you're unsure if you care.