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THE LAST DAYS

The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
 
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
 
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
 
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
 
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.


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Pretty Patty


Pretty Patty was a penny pincher of the worst kind
She saved every single cent that she could find
She carefully cut out coupons ,counting every one
A bit bizarre but buying butter cheaper, oh what fun!
Fashion forward not, wore second hand store stuff
But our  ditzy darling was a diamond in the rough
She started scrimping and saving solely for a reason
Her main mission was gladly giving gifts of the season
To those who were woefully without she gladly gave
With this joyful gesture a child's Christmas she might save 


7/8/14


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' The Moon's Pilgrimage ... '

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray

My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …

My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …

My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze

… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …

… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …


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The Traveler

Traveling twisting mind streams. Grounded to earth that conforms to flow freely, Gently follows carved curved paths, Nothing can block its destinations track, Tandem in movement supportive round ripples, Rocks on which it rests and slides in tides, Glides, eddies, and tumbles, Calm in cool pools. No strains against nor entrenched, Conforms yet grows in light wide water windows, Changes through time as it bends, it tends, Cleans spiritual souls that mystic sparkling sight lends, Turbulent, transforms with mounting energies, Eternal shifts from small cliffs and life reflections, Boundless directions share theirs, Open to the currents creativity, Positive energy flows and travels there, Becoming aware, joined with passionate raptures. ~ William Wooding ~


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Bullying

Bullying

Berty Beaver, he was quiet
He never said too much
Yet Molly, Berty’s little wife
She mouthed off just a touch
She’d always threw her weight around
And poor old Tiny Tim
 He got a slap most every day
And times his days felt grim

Molly, well she was his mum
And though she loved him so
She always had to nag someone
And give them a cuff or blow
Tim became a poor young man
And shrunk from every one
And as the bully’s hung around
More evil did get done

His mum she says ‘now that’s not on
They don’t do this to my son!’
And she goes running to the school
Oh, she’s an angry one
She glares the teacher up and down
And lets her know who’s boss
Teachers try hard to placate her
Though, they only suffer loss.

Then Tiny Tim, comes running in
And says right to his mum
[Frustration snatching fear away
No more his mouth hangs numb]
‘Look Mum, at what you always do!!!’
He says with voice stern
‘If you’re a bully too, then how
Will us kids ever learn.

28 June 2013 @ 1727hrs.


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Lambs, Sheep and Shepherds

Lambs, Listen, Learn
Earthly, Existence, Error
Desires, Drive’s, Death
Slaughtered, Senseless, Sacrifice 

Savior, Sheep, Sent
Heaven’s, Helper, Healing
Always, Asking, Ascension
Rightful, Repented, Reborn

Solider, Saint, Shepherd
Warring, Willing, Watching
Openly, Offer, Obedience
Truthfully, Trust, Teacher    


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Wisdom Within

Blue hues crest to white waves on the water

Frail sailor seeks out a lighthouse beacon

No nightlight to guide her through the storm now

Shares prayers for God’s guidance through the darkness

Life’s strife is replaced by wisdom within



*Written in honor of John Freeman for his “Alliteration Poems Please” contest


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SCREAMS FROM MY PAST

I SCREAM, I SHOUT IN PAIN
THE AGONY OF MY PAST LIFE TREATHENS ME
AS IF IN A TRANCE
ALL I SEE IS THE TRILLING NUISANCE
OF MY PAST LIFE SCENES.
OH MY PAST HOW PAINFUL?
SO UNDESIRABLE,THE UNLIMITED DISTRESS
LIKE CHAINS
THE RE-BONDING EFFECTS
ON MY WHOLE BODY LANES
WAS IT FOR LOVE, OR MIS-HAVES?
WHY ALL THIS?
THE MANY CRIES ALWAYS
GOING TRU TO TRUIMPH
BUT YEY A HAULTING STOP
IF NOT BUT FOR MY LIFE
IN TIMES TO COME
WILL I NEGLECT NOT 
THE SCREAMS FROM MY PAST!


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The Unseen Miles

Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right though,
 A piece of this hate cake in this corrupt dictionary I'm going to have to take a bite though,
 Whether the answer is written in hell yeah or heck no, 
Im going to shoot through your deer less body like a scoped out rifle, 
You just another liar if you say my words aint make your mind shake and awake with a stifle,
 Im shooting sideways, up, down, so much I get high low, 
I could be telling true lies when you see my fake gun ridden smiles, 
I might just shoot self in head because Im getting a little too suicidal, 
Im in need of God because I keep skipping planned revivals, 
Im reading the rhyme master Shakespeare I aint reading the Bible, 
Im playing with word bullets shiny as a burning star struggling for simple survival,
 I want people to tell the truth but cant help but keep telling themselves lies though,
 Hiidden demons in the book of lifes closet dont tell me how it is because I know,
 I too onced played with life like a toy plastic as Tyco, 
Im going to stand out in this world like the tower of Eifel, 
Im going to bring out all my freaking hidden poetic files, 
Im putting word ryhme puzzles together like floor tiles 
Im going to do it now not later gator or after while crocodile, 
I got little time in life left on the sun dial, 
I got but few years or even months left before I face my ultimate trial, 
But first Im going to have some fun into the night sun until I get riled, 
But family comes first I must start to think of my own seed, my very own child, 
I got to stop the ways of living stupid like Im out of hand so wild, 
I must drink from the fountain of life like the Egyptians do from the Nile, 
Pull my own way out this ****ing trash, this bull *****pile, 
I got to stay strong in the mean time because everything in life takes a little while,
 Sometimes I dont give a **** about nobody because it feels as if I have nothing to live for, but now I got a child I would die for
 So now I must keep living because if I die I know I would leave behind a child behind that I would cry for,
 I must walk that road less traveled like a car breaking down on the open road still trying to idle,
 Walking amongst greats is going to be my own personal hypo, 
I will walk strong in the days that I die in my last UNSEEN MILES......


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Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring


                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens



                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank

              

                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard



Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All


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We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!


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Echo Thought

Sweet breeze I feel,
Across thy face,
As the flowers seal,
And the church spills grace,
The birds have meaning,
With a passion to fly,
I have visuals screening,
Each inch I walk by.
A gift lies within,
An echo from thought,
Letting the mysterious grin,
Fill in the right slot.
Oh, what a beautiful scene,
As movement is still,
Swaying grass is green,
Soaking in with skill,
A wonderful mind,
Receiving messages,
Waking up-on the grind,
Leaving behind presages.   
Think today will be A GREAT day, and see how the world changes.


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Friend And Foe

Always, Are, All
Each, Evenly, Extended
Hands, Honorably, Holding

Good, Gracious, Gratitude
Being, Beholder’s, Blessings
Trying, Teaching, Them

Life’s, Learned, Lessons
Unconditional, underlying, Undeserving 
Christ’s, Chosen, Children


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When He Breathes

Soft, still, the silence heaves
I inhale, the Spirit breathes;
Flowing, growing Christ bestowing
Life and strength surpassing knowing.

Scented, soothing, respiration
Taking in His inspiration;
Filling, feeling Christ exalted
Love and Grace supremely vaulted.

Sure, secure the Spirit wind
Where flows the Sovereign;
God revealing Christ resplendent
Hope and purpose codependent.

When He breathes upon the morn
Hope has dawned and life is born;
He my all in all shall be
From now unto eternity.


Job 33:4


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Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


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I am a woman, not a woe-man

I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too

I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too, 
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too

I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too, 
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted

I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!


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Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


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Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


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More Bounce Per Ounce

<            Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce 
              But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop 
              Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad








This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart
For No matter What She Does Wrong
Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL
And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons





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PEACE

PEACE

People pursue passions
Everything ends eventually except eternity
Always ask forgiveness
Come, children, come
Eternity exists


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Poets

We are creators not 
deviators
We've no sedition nor 
division, but distinction
Our words from 
nature's thought
We are created 
creators!

Our existence, our 
excellence minus 
persistence
Our thirst makes us 
exist
But through words they 
say we persist
Our hearts and the 
earth are connected 
hearths
But we are called 
"deviators"
Hey! Discriminators!
We are not deviators!

Our movement without 
legs
Journeys within our 
garden
Speaking, but not 
talking
Oh God! What's 
creativity?!
The impossible made 
possible!
Yet, "they're all lies", 
they say
You'll indeed lie, for 
your answer still lies
The end of lies...
The final end...
The world's end! 



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A worrying Flower's Wisdom

Whether I will wither in the warmth
Or wilt with the weather,
I worry wildly!

For I'd rather,
    Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath
Than
     Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!


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Poem

Our quest to quench "our" thirst
Our rescue from battles of "our" heart
Our privilege to see the unseen
Our aim, with great gain
Our medium to all contacts
The only connection between our "revealers"
The revealer of all abtracts

Nature gave it's name, by nature we are named
Our aims and names remains the same
But our views and fame are not the same
No shame!
Since our aim brings us gain
Emotional gains! Amongst many

Our chance can never be the last
"Last chance", never a privilege
When our hearts and earth are connected
Our hands and hearts are unseperated hearths  
Our quest to quench our pain, for gain....
We shall forever aim....


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Fall of Avarice

Scampering scurrying savages salvage soiled scraps
Hoping Hurrying helps hasten hoarding hunger
Watching women weep while wishing
Childish chants, chastising chosen children, creating chaos cloaks, confusing
Mankind’s morals, misguiding muses manipulate molding meaningless media minds
Vanquish villainous voices via vested 
Compassion, congenial caring considering 
Helping humanity heighten 
Internal integrity increasing individual illumination
Ushering ultimate understanding upon uniting 
Everyone evoking earth’s euphoria…


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No Title

My bed is anxious,waiting for my snores Today's going to bed, tomorrow's a few steps ahead I wonder why I took "the" pen I feel like putting them down What? My thoughts What am I inking? Nothing! Exactly! Just wanna scratch my itchy paper with my juicy ink Singers? Go sing... Comedians? Go do comedy... Others? What's your "itchy paper?" Have you applied your "ink?" Be good at what you do Love what you do Practice... Go scratch it!


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I am real

I've cast lots
I mean lots of lots,
Even in parking lots
But my lot is in words,
A lot of words!

A drink in a cup can quench a thirst
But rivers of water brings my thirst(topics to write on)
My thirst is quenched in my lot as "said"(lots of word)
Living thirst?!

My thirst reduces, the more you see "this"(my poems)
No! My thirst is continuous!

I do think it's a joke
Not knowing it's a yoke
But my yoke is seasoned with jokes,
I hope...
Who said no?!

No need to explain
Is this not plain?
My pain on this plain page
Oh! The thirst reduces...
No! It increases!
On and off it goes...
Constant thirst!

What's the best than the truth
Right here and "here", doing what I choose
I mean what chose me!
This is so real!

My story, my agony, my journey,
All through me, not by me,
Through me!

What's real than being real?!
My thirst, is real 
I write, that's real,
Oh! I'm real!
Right now! I'm real!
Ain't I?!


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Marianne

Strolling southern seashore in mists of September
searching for something set to stay,
her mind that meanders,
remarkable meters,
perplexing the phantoms at play.

Voices validating vague vagrant vocations
of poetry placed in parade,
with words waged in warring,
warning of the wheighman,
who knew you had dues left unpaid.

Before the seashore became her domain,
she’d wandered the wayside of pain,
locked in psychotic box
Doctor’s ticking clocks,
saying drain her poor brain once again.

Prefer sleep on the street keep her beat from defeat
she found sound vocation once more,
tourist response sterling,
shape sand to her seeing,
she sells sea shells, by the sea shore.


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A MEASURE OF PLEASURE

Failure's ferocious fangs
stalk me with sadistic smile.
Fear's firm fist furiously pound
on my heart's door.
Pain's piercing pangs refuse me parole
and sorrow stubbornly seeks to seize my soul.

I'm scared of misfortune's malevolence
and disappointment's desire 
to destroy and devour me.
But I won't surrender;
I will struggle to stall sadness
and strive to suck
pleasure out of pain.

I'll trudge through trouble
and gather a measure of treasure.
I'll brew a juice of joy
and consume a cup of courage,
sipping slowly to sedate sorrow.
I'll ride a horse of happiness
through the period of pain -
atleast find a little comfort in distress.


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I Am Today

Living, Learning, Loving
Fasting, Faithful, Fruitful
Determining, Divine Desires

Always, Aspiring, Ascension
Call, Creator, Come
Heavens, Holy Spirits, Help

Grain, Gaining, Growth
Dry, Drips, Drenched
Wells, Water, Wishes


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Poets and Poetesses Never Die

They wove a wordily world
Out of space and sherds of imagination
They wove meanings in mere metaphors
Like spinning spiders

The seer just slept
The poem prospers posthumously
And rake in income post-humorously
S/he died poor but partly NOPE

S/he gave life to you and me
S/he gave a piece of life to us
S/he gave a smile to us
S/he enlightened our dark hearts

Poets and poetesses never die,
They live on shadows and ghosts
In dusts of lively libraries, helly hells and heavenly heavens


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Is it love

I feed my hands…yes! With inks,
The ink does what?... Oh! My heart gives words,
Words from…yes! My brain thinks a lot, 
A lot?
Of course, from my lot!

I love to…,
Do I really love to?…
Or I’m forced to…,
Em, I’m pushed to…,
No, compelled to…
I don’t know!
What makes me write?!
All  I see,all  sees
All I hear, even all are “all ears”
How can I see a can and say “yes I can!”
Oh…I can’t stop” I can”
My “can’t” can’t stop my “can”.

I’m disconnected but, still connected
‘Prefer isolation but, I’m still among
‘Love to be away yet, I’m still around
My ink…or me sees a lot,
Thinks a lot,
Reveals my lot!

I wonder if it’s love,
Let’s give it a thought 
I think it’s my lot 
Or is it really love?! 


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Black Birds

Caged bird, 
Feathers black 
Smooth as silk 
Unable to fly free, 
Caged; with no guilt 
A dream of freedom 
In God's blue haven 
May only be a dream, 
When doves mock the ravens


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Implications of Shallow Existence

Fascinated only by pathological manifestations
Of the subconscious mind
A peculiar mark of unfounded substance 
A glaring light upon the hinterland
Perceived as negation 
In which perception takes place
The implications of shallow existence
A recourse of ragged indecencies 
That intricates the fallacy of life 
With so much refuse and slag
In its labyrinth of cohesion
Beneath it all lies constant turmoil
That stands against all vicissitudes


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New Age Dominion

Harmonious happiness hangs heavily hiding
From fear freedom factories 
Emanating energy entangling
Clear conscious creating
Preventing precious purpose piety
Limiting love lighting lengthy life
Outstanding omnipotent observation opens
Kindred kings knowing kingdom…


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The War With Ourselves

the war in iraq is bad....but the wars with ourselves are the worse

because when you are fighting yourselve...who will win..you don't know

we have wars with ourselves all the time..but the wars with other countrys..

they don't come around that much...i wish the wars with myself were the same....

but you know theres nothing i can do about that...because my inner self is weak...

i fall but i get back up because i tell myself i can not give up ...i have to fight

and not give in to myself...because if you do give in to yourself..how can you be sure

that u can win against anyone else? thats the thing...you can't...


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


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Radiant Path

Sustained Systematic soul soaring
Releases responsible realization retention
Activating angelic avatar awareness
Of owning one’s own omnipresent origins
Harvesting holistic humans
Entering enlightened energy
Manifesting majestic mortal minds
Into infinite inherent illumination


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FATHER OF ENDLESS MERCY

I am the wind drifting the snow,
uncertain of destiny and tomorrow
at any hour I could be gone,
and with much strength hope lives on;
nothing can discourage me
to ward off moments of misery,
the firmer I believe, the longer I survive...
Father of endless mercy, bless me as I thrive!


I am the sea in desperate need of the moon,
when no light shimmers across this dark deep;
let me hear a song of joy, not of sorrow and grief,
the hours seem long, but the sunrise will come soon,
to make me sail away to celebrate life and freedom,
forgetting how long I had been a victim of boredom,
feeling the worthiness inside to behold a splendid sight...
Father of endless mercy, bless me as I thrive!


Old age is blessed with wisdom and white hair,
but many despise it and by hiding in the leper's lair;
youth was glorious and seemed everlasting indeed,
we all wish to get back to recall how young we appeared
in days that time erased too quickly from the visions we dreamed, 
and besides happiness and vitality, all dreams were limited
to that certain period forever engraved on perceptual mind...
Father of endless mercy, bless me as I thrive!


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How many times

How many times do we say to ourselves?
I will make a change in things even out of my range
Make what is unjust to be adjust
To listen to the peasant and really be pleasant
Be nice after a long day to the next on the line
Not to pine for what is most definitely not mine
             B:
How many times do we say these ourselves?
I will help the next person I see in distress
Lend a hand to an old man as he tries to cross
Treat my kid better than my parents did
Give my food away in a do good bid
Plant what I can, even an happiness seed
          C:
How many times do we say to ourselves?
I will not use power to hurt but do better
Tell the truth when I could easily lie
Work hard and not be distracted
A lot of times I have said all, and more 
Will I fulfill any?


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The Way

Gracious gratitude giving’s go god-ward
Reflections return readily received
Significantly shape synchronicity
Intuitively incorporate into
Omnipresent observers originating
Love laughter light
Creating Christ Christened civilizations…


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CONNECTIONS

Confront,clash,collide
COMBAT !
Cold shoulder,chill,cool
CUT-OFF !
Cry,crave,collect
CALL-ON !
Constant,compassion,consider
CHARITY !
Confer,commune,converse
COMMUNICATE !
Convene,concert,consensus
CONCORD !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !


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Transcendent In Flight

Accepting, Almighty, Ascends
Bravely, Boldly, Beyond
Christ, Calls, Carries

Don’t, Do, Death
Each, Enters, Evolution
Fly, Free, Forever

Grace, Granted, God
Honoring, Hailing, Holy Spirit
Invite, Inside, Inner-connection

Join, Jubilation, Jesus
Knowing, Kindness, Kneels
Living, Learning, Loving 


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Austere Adoration

Arrogance absorbs
an ambition
as asses attack asses:
all are astray,
aghast and alone.

Amidst atrocities
and abhorrence,
an angel aspired amity; 
amaranthine ardor: agony, absent...

Arms appeared
and accorded assistance;
all are abetted,
amidst apprehensions.
 


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See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


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Afflatus

Absolute apprehension applied around angst…
Feasting from focused feminine filtration…
Mastering magnificent masculine manifestation…
Balance both bonded building brilliant Buddha body…
Enlightened electric energy evades everyone…
Harmonious humanity has hovering happiness halos…
Omnipresent oneness outlasts original
Sin, souls soaking superconscious supremacy…


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The Patriots

The Patriots going to go in stomping down on riverdale they have no chance

because riverdale going to be down for the count because the Patriots going to stomp down
on them

they think they can just come on it an put us down but no no no they cant do nothing but
what?lose

the Patriots going in stomping and coming right back out stomping on the faces of riverdale 

what can riverdale do?they can't do nothing at all because the Patriots coming in STOMPING!


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House To House

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!


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The Ballet.

When I was a kid I wanted to be in the ballet  I just love the ballet.  I really wanted 
to be in the ballet but I wanted to be a brownie and a fork or spoon.  Better than  
Iever thought.  I love my family.  I love my parents and grandparents.  I really need 
to relax and enjoy the day with a cup of coffee or water.  I want a mug of coffee 
and I got one and have coffee all the time.


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Intelligent Reasoning

Conscious contemplative Concentration…
Thankfulness thwarts thinking
From fracturing factual freedom…
Practice personal peace pausing
Daily doing deeds
Intending igniting illumination
Transforms time to timeless
Building beautiful beings…


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q) or Prolix Drama Queen Part One

When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
 and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
 in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor

 To, The Divine and Peerless… 
 Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
…  Whose Personage Positively… 
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle… 
Of  The Direct-Pact - Empirical 
Drawn and Done, 
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
 Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree… 
 Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision… 
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision

He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal… 
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny… 
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter 
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
 This Potentate Happy One...
 Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories; 
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference… 
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence… 
He Maintains Preference
and Displays:  That, The Dynamic-Will… 
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely,  is Top-Priority…
 One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! -  Praise-Accordingly!

For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust… 
Dirt and Air-Gusts,  
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted… 
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
 if We Continue to Divide… 
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide 
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
 We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If  ‘We Choose’ to Develop… 
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
  or Plow-Perverted… 
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight… 
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse


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A Fussion of Fate

I cherish the chains of her 
chocolate cheers, 
her chuckles charmed 
me like a cheap 
champion,
she lurks in love like 
lilly by the lagoon of 
love,
my flawless flower 
flows... so fantastical.

A celebrity so sublime, 
with a celebral...celestial.
She dances  in the 
darkroom of my desire,
with drumbeats of delight in my 
dream at dusk,
Epic and exquisite, 
her elegance is so 
explosive.

Rare, a ravenous 
rose, reigning on throne of 
thrills,
glee and glow 
garnished her like 
golden glacia, 
bloom and beauty billows with 
bliss on 
her body,
O, what a terrific 
treasure, so timely and timeless.

Her inaudible 
voice slowly screams 
out loud,
her sweet smiles 
sound like effusive 
echoes,
glamour gallivants 
all over her gorgeous 
garden,
wildest wishes 
whirls arround 
my wonder-willow,

She is the zenith of 
my zeal, a zestful 
zephire,
cultured with colours of courage 
and 
confidence,
her tender tales are 
tainted with truth and 
tears,
on the hall of humility she 
hovers in a hall of honour.

Days drown into minutes and 
minuites melted into seconds
as we swim in the streams of 
serenity and simplicity;

I whirl in her wild world of 
warmth and wonder, 
in excessive exploration of the  
expanse of excelence.

Imprisoned, just to impress an 
emollient empress
taking my time to twist and trail 
from top to toe,
nurturing a nude nature in a 
nebulous night,
as the yellow moon of a moist 
morn moan mildly.

Under the rain of romance, we 
drolled to dance,
impervious to repellent, 
immersed in love,
in a fussion of fate, an irony of 
flying incognito, 
defiant to... desalinate, till we 
drank the dew at daylight.


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Fullness

A touch of love,
a drop of mercy,
a breath of life,
a measure of hope,
Whipped together in grace.

Unsearchable riches of Christ,
manifold wisdom of God,
confidence by faith,
strengthened  with might,
bound together in His eternal purpose.

O the fulness...
Tis' a recipe man can't fathom!

(C) February 14, 2008
Rosemarie Schrock


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Mystical Magna Mater

Tectonic tango tantalizes towering
Mountainous mosques many miles making
Valley veins, voluptuous vegetation vacations
Seasonally sending succulent seeds stretching skyward soaking sun
Nurturing nature’s natural nomads
Why waste what’s willed willingly? Watch waters wisdom
Learning loyal love lavishly leaps luminosity
Gracious gratitude grand guide Gaia
Absolutely awaken admiring angelic
Planetary perfection presented proudly protecting people…


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Ethereal Elegance

Savoring spiritual symposiums
Guides genius gifted giving
Relinquish requested results relying
Upon universal understanding
Willingly washes whimpering woes
Developing divine direct doing dispositions
Lighting love lamps
Zinging Zen zephyrs...


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Passionate

I would not have desired any thing less
Than to hear your sweet voice
Each day I wake up with an expectation
A hope and a continuous desire
To feel your warmth and smell your scent

You have not failed for once
Whenever I desired you, you have always been there
In the midnights when the cold is freezing
I can only turn around the bed
And wished you were there
Then I will feel your arms around me
And the cold is gone

In the loneliness of the mind
When I desire someone to speak to
And no one cares to know how I feel
You have always come at the right time
With the right words you soothe my nerves

Your ever presence is my desire
I wish we stay together all day
And that you don’t leave when the sun sets
You don’t have any other home than this
Come and make your home in my place forever
I love you really.



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Supposed Sinners

Forgiven - But a ludicrous loophole.
One method, one shaky support system for so many souls.
Murderer - Malicious, Morbid Murderer hears of this system and conveniently conforms.
Peacemaker - Passive, Patient, Placatory Peacemaker, but beliefs of different form.
Awful atrocities, Loathsome lies, Demanding dictators - forgiven?
Perfect parents, Humble husbands, Wondrous wives - forgotten?
But such ambiguous claims of cruel, coercive leaders to be believed?
And to be overlooked every problem a non-conformist relieved?
Because you concoct a corrupt campaign you call yourself a winner?
Run with your religion, I'll run with the supposed sinners.


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My Guide Of Light In The Sky

"Sky's brilliant," she says but i only see blue.
Her look is a lamp to direct her through life,
inhaling the scene as her day exhales haste.

I see clouds in the sky and far off storms.
It's most important for minute details
to be decided and made fast
before the daily efforts can begin.

"This isn't working," but her way is.
So i look up, surrender to the celestial spheres,
"The sky is beautiful and i can begin my tasks,"
I declare with a joy which shocks me.
Now i laugh knowing i'm free
to look to my guide of light in the sky.


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You and Me

Let's fight for oneness
Let's fight for uniqueness
Let's fight for otherness
Let's fight for togetherness
Let's fight for all 
At the same time
Let's fight for all
All the time.

Let's the I in Me
Let's the You in You
Be at the very heart
Be the very heart
Of the We in Us.

Let's them meet
Let'sthem mate
Let's them be
The very one
They are meant to be.

Let's love
Be the main road
Let's love
Be the only road
To our life's main purpose.

Let's fight for love
Let's die for love
Let's love 
Be the smoothest road
Let's love 
Be the only road
Between You and Me.


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Two

and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed to Avoid: 
 The Ditch, The Decline, The Devoid
They Deformed; Distorted… 
and Perished, at Path of Disdain- Deported!
Prithee, Who Wants to See… A Dashed-to-Pieces Pottery?
Not even-Periphery-me!... It’s No Longer Picture-Pretty 
Despite Protocol-Deficiency… ‘til I get a Decent Setting Plate
On Broken Dresden- my Pheasant-Dinner Won’t be Ate

And Now… Disorder of The Day… 
is Devious, and Double-Dismay
…  Disgrace, Depression… 
and A Putrid-Depraved-Puke-Stain-Progression
 Plunged into Disease and Death; 
Some Plummet and Pose-Deranged-Stealth
Percolating Panic… 
and Picking Up Pride-Plagues- Still-Pandemic
from-Cain’s Prozac-Paddock … Pathetic !

Though, All Are Not Dissidents-Decayed… 
Deteriorated …  or Dastardly-Dross-Sprayed
 Applaud- When Prodigal-Lost is Found, 
and Those ‘Punching-Back-At-Pangs-Bane’ Pound!
By Adhering to The Dedicated-Drive, 
of The Deft-Guardian-Defender’s Eyes
Who Points Where Our Polished-Pebbles’ Sling, 
Put-Practice-Ping-Ping-Aim (ing)
Dove(ing) Over to Dangle The Desist… 
or Meet Thy Downfall Pretenders-Risk…

For We Pummel Problems… 
and Dent and Pelt Puzzle-Plight-Chains (Pop ‘em!) 
Definitive Deeds, Decorous… 
Meant to Disable Dynamite Pipes-Porous 
To Prevent Our Pulverized-Maim 
and Proffer:  A Predicament-Slain

Our Pilgrimages In Pursuit of Paragon-Virtue… 
Must Make Distribution or Divesture:
the Property… of Pomposity
Pageantry… Profits and Desperate-Popularity
and don – Parsimony, and  Penury, 
Pariah, Pest-Control and Peculiarity
yet Pleasurably, we have heirloom-Pendants and Pence-a-Few …
and Pearl-Gates and Doubloons and Dew Drops Too
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …


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Propaganda Machine

A time when money rules
We can only watch
We dream of what we could have been
While just burning the clock

Don’t take life lightly
It’s never too late 
You can have a second chance
Don’t make the mistake 

You have your solid job
That doesn’t what makes you tick
You move through your life
Pretending for the next

But you fake the things 
that really you should mean
It’s cover for this outside world
Just so you don’t have to face them 

You are not forgotten 
You’re not left behind
You have the contents
And you make your move

This life is what you make it
Do you want to leave it alone
Don’t run away from it
That’s a journey we all know 

Take what you have
Throw all else away
There’s hope for all others
No matter what they say

If one could define evil
I think one thing we can agree
Not performing to your potential
Is killing like a mercenary 
 
The world keeps us in front of the tube
Scared of what might happen
How can we view their ads
If we’re always on the move 

The world’s not strong enough
To make these things happen
We don’t have bad luck
It’s the propaganda machine 

Don’t let it keep you down
You don’t have to take it 
This all cause and affect
So be what your meant to be 
 



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MY KIND

Woman brave and kind
Woman who survives
Woman misunderstood
Woman who doesn’t hide
Woman who has pride
Woman who will not live a lie
Woman who is not afraid to die.


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Alliteration Mystery

Take the time to set back and travel the minds turntable--
Set the stage of your spirit of your soul ever so simply--
Each ember of life that earns you strength is everything--
Seal the seats of friendship with stars from heavens sky--
Relief will be your reliance; reliance can be your role--
To live life loving with much laughter and spiritual light--
I sound like a pound of purity, with prosperous preparations--
Though that is hardly the fact, the terror of life totally thrives--
Drives me to dare divide my dreams and sacrifices decently--
No, I do not know the key to never failing, or sainthood--
My mystery is mesmerizing mere meter or rhyme or prose--
Writing written words to warm or calm mere mortals like me-- 


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All Ways, Always

All Ways, Always

Bestow love; begin the beauty.
Cheerfully cherish; live charming.
Happy hearts grant heavenly hopes.
Let loveliness lead new lifestyles.
Hold honesty in your thoughts.
Merrily make marvelous days.
Determine to adorn delight.
Admiration aimed amplifies.
And affection accentuates.
Approach life tenderly, all ways.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 11, 2010
Poetic form: Alliteration


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New Vision

Love laps at the shore of my heart. 
Kinetically connected to kindness 
my soul basks sumptuously in the 
sunshine of creation. 

All thoughts of bitterness dissolved 
and washed away down the drainpipe 
of despondency, mingling with misery 
and disappearing from view. 

All is as new.  Blank page uncluttered 
with the disarray of disillusionment. 
Clean slate unsullied by the sullenness 
of sulky solemnity. 

Tradition tempered with tantalizing 
innovation.  History harmonized 
with modish originality. 
Awash with adoration of the sentient 

I make a new vow of vociferous 
worship to the universal source 
of our invention - for the grace 
of a God who loves unconditionally. 

The architect of my soul. 
The author of existence and the great 
writer of this infinite infinity 
called Life. 

Let love always lap at the shores 
of my heart.  Make me part of 
this new inception.  Make me an instrument 
of a new resounding peace - 

a piece in the jig-saw of perpetuity; 
A herald of an innovative message 
of hopeful anticipation; a bearer 
of the torch of tranquility. 

To all the world - truce, treaty, 
an armistice in Armageddon - Amen 


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The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass


I look into the mirror,but it's a looking glass instead.
Visions start to grow,from inside of my head.
I seem to break free,from my hold with the past.
Uncetainty grows,wonder how long will it last?
The reflection,becomes the mirror to my soul,
I seem to find a ladder,to climb up from this hole.
The day starts to slow,yet continues to grow,
Then things just disappear,wonder where they go?
Sailing off,to some distant shore,
Seeing the other side,because I wanted it more.
Although I feel like a stranger,in a strange land,
I  feel quite at peace,I can see who I am........
Sometimes the visions begin to sour,
The sky turns gray,it looks like a shower?
The rain starts to fall,I'm getting rather wet,
There's seems to be so much,just riding on a bet.
But the sun soon returns,to bring hope back to the day.
The things I saw before,I see a different way.
I look back at the mirror,but there's just me.
When you look in the mirror,you never know what you'll see..........


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Powers of Poetry

Poetry provides portrayals of people,
as a privileged peek of a portraits premier.
Either words of wisdom written with wonder
will welcome the withered and worn,
or blossom the buds of a beautiful being
and bless breath to the bitterly born.


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Anoint Me Oh Lord

anoint me oh Lord 
and please dry my tears
I'm trusting in your promise
to relieve my fears
anoint me oh Lord
show me your grace
as I worship You 
In this sacred place
anoint me oh Lord
please order my steps
lift me up
from the darkening depths

you're my tower of strength
you're my guiding force
you're my strongest ally
my spiritual source

anoint me oh Lord
as I bow to thee
praying for Your mercy
down on my knees
anoint me oh Lord
and to you I vow to serve
giving You all the praise
that You richly deserve
anoint me oh Lord 
on this very day
revive my spirit
and show me the way

you're my creator
the one responsible for my seed
you're my spiritual generator
who'll supply all of my needs

anoint me oh Lord
let me bask in Your light
show me perfect peace
all day and every night


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I Wish

I wish fatherhood could be written into words.
Let daddisms be put into pages.
Papaness be published in poetry for people without.

Let little surprises that the old man fixes,
be signified and simplified into single syllable sentences.

I wish wisdom for such a task could be reserved for the young,
at seventeen I can manufacture miracles in mass quantities,
but I can't write the simulation of a father in so many words,
for a dad can only be replaced with time,
and on second thought,
I have all the time in the world.

I may know next to nothing about booboo's,
but in teenager-isms I'm miles ahead.
Instead of knowing how to play peek-a-boo,
I know teen angst and it's many symptoms.
I know fake love at first sight,
and true love in hindsight.

Maybe I can be a good father after all.


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It Was Not Because

It was not because of anything that I had done
that the Lord God made me an adopted one

It was not because of anything that I did say
the Jesus Christ came to show me the Way

It was not because of anything that I did see
that God gave me love, grace and mercy

It was not because of anything that I did hear
that the Lord God gave me His righteous ear

It was not because of anything that I did feel
that I was given salvation so my spirit would be healed


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Yellow Fellar

Poor beautiful yellow snail just enjoying sitting on the railroad rail
So sleek in God's design
Moving so slowly just sliding, slipping along
Here comes the morning train
Well, it won't be very long