Never got to say all I needed too..
Motionless words as this bird flew..
Now I look out my window to reach
I talk to the sky and send feelings
that are kind..
On a quiet night when your thoughts
Out your window they fly with no harm
If you smile for no reason, I'll know why..
Maybe just a few have reached your eyes..
For PD's contest... The reason I picked this piece is because this past month I was able to hear from this lady for whom I wrote this piece about.. I emailed it to her and she was so grateful that I still cared enough to write for her..It gave us closer and helped us both realize why we are better where we are now... love doesn't stop it just gets transformed into a better friendship...
All the colors that my eyes see
Seem to become a part of me
The red that bleeds my angry days
The gray that shades my darkest ways
The green forest that brings me ease
The purple tracks from my disease
Toni’s black outfit fills my nights
Faith is now my pillow of white
Colors lead to one conclusion
The rainbow is God’s illusion
Through the rainbow what my eyes see
I perceive immorality
For within the words that I write
The will in man to face the fight
To change his life and learn to be
A child of God proud and free
Everyone perceives, as they will
I can only write what I feel
I feel these colors in my soul
God’s rainbow leads to streets of gold
Of all I do and all I see
These colors bring me harmony
Harmonic balance brings me peace
For all my dreams are now in reach
Protected by the flaming sword
I accept Christ to be my Lord
Of all I do and all I feel
I am a servant to his will
It is the Lord who yields my pen
All the glory I give to him
In my words can you not perceive?
Gods rainbow truly brings me ease
Harmony now lives in my soul
See serving God has made me whole
I shivered and watched him as the snow fell
Frail, tattered clothes, bearded, no shoes, but--smell!
I thought--what a contrast--comparing sights,
But love was a lesson I'd learn that night!
Not from plastic steeples or rhetoric,
Philanthropy or emotional trick...
I would learn to look in my own mirror
For compassion, mercy, empathy--clearer.
This complex multiple of nature lives
In dying daily to Ego-------Forgives!
Then I saw neither black, white, red nor green,
But only insolence and heard him scream:
"Get away from us! You Freak! Reprobate!"
Then with his cane, knocked him down--oh such hate!
Top hat and tails perched with pride by the door
Assisting the dilatant he adored.
Snow was a gossamer curtain all 'round.
Vision obscured even steps on the ground.
Lights came from nowhere as they crossed the street,
Aimed for the dilatant--innocent, sweet.
Watching I saw from the shadows immerge
Sprinting like 'Coldstream Guard'--out past the curb,
That same man, pushing the dilatant fair
Out of harms way as he flew in mid-air.
Emerging unscathed from the ice and snow:
"Who was that man? Tell me! I want to know!"
The crowd huddled 'round like a football team
Gawking with questions of what they had seen.
A donor card was his only ID.
No name--just a wish--was all they could see.
Donor card cashed in...Science and query...
A grave in an obscure cemetery,
With small unadorned head-marker amends:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."
*For Michael's "No Names on This Love Contest"
Today I wondered about the rain....
....I wanted it to rain again
The beauty of a chopped up sea
Cobalt turquoise harmony
Warm winds blow indigo Cirrus
Thunder crashes intensely furious
Golden skies mixed crimson setting
West I admire rain-clouds shedding
I miss that smell of rain and sea
With loud cracks of lightening~
Gems rolling against the sand
Treasures kept ....cupped in a hand
Walking along a wondrous fate
Losing my spirit ....I learned to hate
Focusd on a thought or a specific date
I felt sad inside...to have lost my mate
Finding myself in a storm cloud made
An impermeable will and internal shade
I've finally met the marvelous Sea
Stepping along the beach with me....
Had I stayed in my own little storm
Completely compelled to die or conform
I would not have come to realize...
...cannot touch today's skies
By Jane Bowen
I thought one day that I would surely die,
But that was before Jesus, heard my despairing cry.
I knew that only He would have the answer,
For that dread disease we know as cancer.
I fell down at His feet and started praying,
Knowing He would hear what I was saying.
I said dear Lord, a sinner I have been,
And something happened in my life just then.
I prayed from a broken heart that I wouldn't leave life lost,
That He would save my soul regardless of the cost.
He cleansed my heart making it white as snow,
Now ever onward in His name I'll go.
He healed my body making it good as new,
Because He had a job for me to do.
The job He gave for me to do that day,
Was to witness to the lost along life's way.
He took the tongue that I so long abused,
And gave me in its place a tongue unused.
He placed sweet peace and joy within my sinful heart,
Causing me to wish I'd known Him from the start.
Call me whatever to suit your moods
Lay me out with cuss words, “give me the goods”
Scandalize my name every place you go
“It’s a dog eat dog world” but I hate that flow
So scatter your venom to the four winds of earth
Burn the night oil you may hang in dirt
While hours creep I lie comfortable in my bed
Dead to this world, I fall asleep, well fed
Like a kid after a long, hot day in the pool
In “the dog days of summer”, keeping cool
Each day with a clean heart, I go on my way
Often, “happy as a flea in a dog house”, I stay!
My preference sometimes is to “let sleeping dogs lie”
As this is one baggage, I will not carry ‘til I die
No lasting affect do your words have on me
Wishing you and yours only the best, you see
I know who I am, and keep malice at bay
Fervently I believe that “ every dog has its day”
Fear not the violent storm
I am comfort safe and warm
Treasure all you hold so dear
Taste the memory of a falling tear
Never forget things of the past
Let their wind fill your mask
Hold your course steady and true
Be the person I see in you
Through out your journey never fear
Know in your heart that I am near
Never more than a whisper away
I'll always hear what you pray
I am the beacon, "The beacon of light"
Guiding you through this stormy night
I realize you are tired and sore
Come maroon your ship up on my shore
And after this storm has had its way
Tomorrow will be a much nicer day
A day for you to sit and write
Of the comfort found in a, "beacon of light"
The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away
Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can
For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history
Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss
I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way
Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head
While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul
He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?
As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb
And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn
This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts
Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free
Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind
I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay
Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me
I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet
I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”
And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb
Synopsis: The events in this poem never actually happened. I wrote this in a metaphor to
express what was going on at the time.
The stage lights up,
The curtains rise.
I raise my head,
And look in your eyes.
Sounds come through,
The music plays.
This song's for you,
You're in a daze.
The crowd is vast,
The fans are crazed.
You're leaving fast,
You looked amazed...
I keep on singing,
I don't understand.
Your ears are ringing,
I look at the band.
They're still playing,
I walk off stage,
Drop the mic,
I'm running for you,
And you look back,
You keep walking,
It feels like a smack.
I know you don't like it,
When i leave,
Pick up the mic,
And make you grieve.
There isn't much time,
At all anymore,
To see you be mine.
The music took o'er.
You couldn't take it,
Thats why you left.
I know I missed.
I know you planned,
And I ignored.
Now I'm banned,
From entering your door.
I finally catch up,
Tell you I'm sorry.
You give me a hug,
That night so starry.
I left the band,
We both kissed again.
I hope you understand,
I loved you more then.
This poem covers the greatest story ever told
Greater than all the kings and all their gold
This story will bring about deep reflection
Starting with the Immaculate Conception
Of all the stories this is the greatest of all
A complex child born in a simple stall
Quickly the news covered the land
A virgin would be Gods right hand
Inside of her womb a God to a son
Imagine this story has just begun
Everyone knew this child was born to design
Just open your heart and look for the sign
Harrod was driven by fear of not being so great
The first-born son was Harrods fate
Jesus escaped the King and awaited the call
To become the greatest glory of all
This is my master this is our Lord
He is the wielder and we are the sword
He chose his disciples of simple men
Hear tell one was straight out of the pen
The Pharisees called on Pilot the king
At the end he said, “I wash my hands of this thing”
I wonder if when Pilot stepped up to the gate
Jesus washed his hands to seal Pilots fate
Or if he opened his arms to welcome him in
Forgiving Pilot of all of his sins
We took our Lord then nailed him to the cross
As far as humanity that was our greatest loss
But through all the loss just look at the gain
Bought by our Lord through sacrifice and pain
Over 2000 years after this child was born
He came to the prison to make my heart warm
Gave me a gift then our Lord set me free
I reckon the rest would be up to me
As you dress up the tree and hang up the lights
Think of the story of our Lords plight
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
The one thing in life we all strive to be is equal in every degree,
And I think everyone should have the same rights, don’t you agree?
We can all be equal but we cannot all be the same,
There is a difference and you can’t hold other people responsible are try to point the blame.
Certain things that have happened should be buried and forgot,
Otherwise it is like a cancer that will eat at you till you rot.
We all need forgiveness in our lives and truly that is the key,
Without forgiveness none of us are free!
The next step is compassion and kindness,
Show love instead of hate, helpfulness instead of hurtfulness might be a way out of this mess!
Teach respect and honor, not bigotry and greed,
Then maybe God will water and nurture that seed.
God made each and every one of us and I don’t think this squabbling He had in mind,
So we should all bury the hatchet and live for tomorrow, for yesterday is already one day behind.
A heritage no man can sell,
a history no man can tell;
so much we share in Jesus' band,
nothing to fear, in storms we stand.
To lordly things we are kindred,
mansions of gold, pure and sacred;
to endless beam, to saintly streams,
to heaven's gaze and holy hymns.
Our dreams are shaped eternaly
by faith and love in God's alley;
no baser thought our spirit fills,
as we approach heavenly hills.
We who are born of Christ Jesus,
Hallelujah is our chorus;
pilgrims we are, on earth we roam,
yet pressing on to our glorious home.
everybody knows a dead beat dad
someone full of promises things yet to be had
everybody has a loser for a lover
what you see in them we have yet to discover
everybodys been put up and suddenly let down
and still you hold on to that imaginary clown
everybody feels what you felt and left
and you defend that dead beat unto the last breath
always believing the promise of the rose
is not just believing but knowing one knows
to some the promise of the rose is better than the rose
Where is the blame...
When teardops fell just the same...
Pointing fingers in the darkness...
Only spreads a sheet of sadness...
I never left, only walked backwards away...
Then you were small like a flower of yesterday...
We faded like to two sunsets across one sky...
We both pushed tomorrow away as hard as we can try...
The tide of pain washed in and pulled us far out to sea...
Where we tumbled and drowned in a love that wasn't meant to be...
I could stand now and say I'm sorry till the end of time...
But you deserved more then a partime lover who only rhymes...
Where is the blame...
We both can see...
Yesterday and today it's always on me...
~dedicated to an old friend~
When boys take arms to protect and serve
They only think about, can I make the curve
The cause is just but, do I have the nerve,
hearing all the veterans talk and I observe
They speak of pride and honor, doing what's right
and I ask them "how many did you kill in that fight"
Then, as a silence takes hold of all the noise,
these men stare in silence, like long lost boys
They say "war is a hell, where good men die"
and behind hollow stares, some of them cry
He was a Hero, they say speaking of a friend
knowing he had their back to the bitter end.
Know he sits all alone in a crowded bar,
drinking to forget, staring at a bronze star
Promises that he made to men in graves,
flow in all his thoughts, like endless waves
Why was I the one that survived that day,
they had wives and children to watch at play
I'm home now, with all pieces of me in disarray
42 years, since I kissed the ground in the USA
no star to show but, in pieces like their friend
I carry promises made, as I try to make amends
I think, with all of life's burdens, it's OK if I drown
God says, "I'll take all burdens, just put them down"
It is so I'm not rich with no money to burn
It is true I have no assets or profits to turn
It is only all of me I have to offer and give
It is with this though you could not live
It is then I was told that it is not enough
It is what made wanting to go on pretty tough
It is in those words causing such hauntings untold
It is not enough shattered my heart and crushed my soul
It is not enough to hear what you had to say
It is even worse letting you go as you walk away
It is still in the shattered pieces of my heart you know
It is there my love for you that will truly never let go
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
There is a place called Heaven,
that I hope for everyday.
I ask God to help me be a better person
by following Christ's way.
Somedays it doesn't come easy
to find compassion in my heart.
Or show forgiveness needed
to a friend who has torn it apart.
Jesus never said it would be easy
to pick up my cross each day.
Or remember to be thankful,
and get on my knees to pray.
He said to trust in His mercy,
and to give it to others in need.
Because of His Love and Sacrifice,
of His words I take heed.
For Christ is The Bread from Heaven,
and we are who He comes to feed.
Take part in His kindness and mercy,
from all sins we are freed.
The gates of heaven are open,
the veil has been torn.
No need to sit in sorrow,
no need to weep and mourn.
Christ has risen,
Yes, it's true!
Through Him, all things
have been made new!
There is a place called Heaven that I hope for everyday.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
5/1/11 ~ Divine Mercy Sunday
"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "
Two soul sisters knew at once
That they were kindred spirits, under the sun
After too many moons, hanging by ropes,
They breathed in life and sparkled with hope
Till somehow they let their friendship flutter away -
Like dandelion wisps on a gray, windy day
The loss, like a stone, in their hearts' homes,
But each too proud, to let the other one know
Received 6th place in “I Fancy Another Sad Poem” Contest
As the never world awaits me,
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake
Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.
And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.
Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.
Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray
© N A Windle 2009
No longer beckoning to my enemies.
Pain and deceit are just memories.
No longer sitting on my stark throne of lies
Luring days of treachery have gone awry.
Rediscovered my soul, oh the precious gift!
Death of regrets, I beseech to be swift.
My heart and my truth are selflessly mending,
I am hale and hearty, my own happy ending.
**inspired by the poem, A Happy Ending
The importance of humans is something they teach
Looking at Cosmos, Earth is a grain of sand on the beach
If Earth is just a grain of sand,
Then what is the size and importance of Man?
One jinn butterfly flew on his wings three wishes lay.
One wish was for true beauty to grace forms caste of clay.
For though all things are beautiful, their mind doeth say neigh
And discord comes when envy vies and jealousy doest play.
And once man’s reached reality as to truth he’s reborn
The butterfly in me would wish true kindness would form.
Kindness, so that none would hurt another and fear be allayed,
kindness for each and every day, so anger and hatred are kept at bay.
The third and final wish my jinn butterfly would carry
Would be forgiveness when in weakness good men do tarry.
Each of us like the butterfly feel trapped ‘tween the glass
Praying to fly free before our glory days have passed.
**In Arabic, a genie (also jinn, jinni, djinni, from Arabic jinni) is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind
The ocean’s wide the ocean deep
and in the soup the turtle sleep.
Some live on land and we know that is true,
then we call them tortoise, land lubbers like you.
They been around a long, long, time
longer than man and their extinctions a crime!.
Some like their soup salty some like it plain
so, the ones in lakes we call terrapin.
All of us came from the soup of the sea,
we all have shells though no turtles be we.
Like turtles when scared tend to pull in their heads
hiding like children deep under the bed.
All the lessons here seems very clear
be kind to all creatures in the Soup we have here.
Don’t pull in your neck, stick it right out
For the love of each heart here is what Soup’s about.
They say “God has forsaken us just look around”
Wars and storms are destroying our hometowns,
They say “if there is a God why are so many in need?”
People are steeling and lying with hearts overwhelmed with greed
They say “It’s all Gods fault”… man takes no blame,
We curse God, push him out of our lives, and then accuse him when we are put to shame,
Oh blinded world filled with an abundance of vanity
You speak evil of him with mouths filled with profanity
Disobeying all he has commanded us to do
His rules were made to keep us safe, to avoid the chaos in which we now suffer through
They say “God is far and he doesn’t care”
When it is our hearts that have turned from him, grown cold, brittle and bare
All we have to do is repent and change our wicked ways
Then in the blink of an eye he will restore us to our golden days
But human pride thinks it can beat him and reason thinks it will win
Read the bible, rebelliousness is how destruction all begins
Society gets darker and more corrupt each and every year
Many are growing hopeless and becoming overwhelmed by fear
God never left us… we as a country left him
God cannot bless a nation who is worshiping sin
In his infinite mercy he has allowed judgment to shake up his lost sheep
Those raindrops you see are his tears…yes our God does weep
Wake up great nation remember why we have been incredibly blessed
It’s not because we’re so brilliant it’s because our forefathers made vows to God that we would give him our best
Generations are born and then they die
It is our obligation to leave a legacy about our creator who is more than just a mystery hidden in the sky
His eyes watch over every human, animal, insect and tree
His love holds this entire world unconditionally
So take some time to consider how fragile are lives really are
Man can’t stop natural disasters or shootings by a mad man in a car
Live each day in love, forgiveness and submission
Put away idolatry, lust and religious tradition
Make a decision to have a “personal” relationship with God alone
And watch how life will change for you whether you’re young or already grown.
By: Sabina Nicole
Your Arms Around Me
Put your arms around me, hold me 'till I feel safe
From the fears that hound me and hide their evil face.
Let me feel your body, so warm while holding mine,
Until I can not see the fears that steal this time.
Let me feel you breathing,in symphony with me
Releasing all the pain, that longs to be set free.
Put your arms around me, and feel the stitching start
Each beat, that's resounding, will heal this broken heart.
Passed by on the street with a glance or a stare.
Forgot in a moment; Why would I care?
Roaming the night feeling your soul bleed.
Always alone with your shame and your need.
Shying away from the suns warm glow.
A wounded child unable to know.
The glorious flower hiding inside.
Yearning to burst with color and pride.
Who tends the garden sowing the seed?
Feeding and trimming and tending all need.
With his love and his word the flower will bloom.
Glorious color bursting forth from the gloom.
Unto the sky the flower will raise.
Full of joy, full of laughter, full of praise.
Copy write 2011
Russell H Smith
The sound of true light ringing in your ears nothing to fear from the reapers that are here Not superstitious but for whom it tolls is true listen clearly and then you will see too Angels singing like the cricket's melody Glory to God in the highest a symphony Peace on earth good will towards men Piercing to the joints and marrow the Amen word's that formed you and I from on high in the valley of decision let them come nigh
I have found myself in a
This situation has me in a great
I find myself walking to a
What way will have a place
for a sinners load
If I take one path, make one
I may lose power, volume
inside my voice
What do I do, oh what do I do
Which path ahead, only is true
Uncertainty whirling inside my
I have walked the path and
God, I have plead
Hear my soul manifesting from
Help me to find my only worthy
So I can find love, that is sent
Any other love, not sent from
Will bring me down and lead
Who can I look to in this all so
I know I am not practiced
bowing on my knee
Having this feeling of faith
inside my plea
But hear me God if just for this once
Fill my heart with your loving guidance
In the true depth of the darkness
There is a deep streaking likeness
Of light blasting onto my weary face
Showing a tired old form of disgrace
Needing a hope of the ages, a friendly smile
Needing a great hug, helping hand by the mile
She finds me with sorrow in my heart
My dreams she sparks, my love impart
A love that I don’t deserve she gives
Freely in my dreams, she forgives
Entrant into Michael J. Falotico's "Deep Dreams" contest
They came disguised as angels to one He had forgave
To make him fall unfaithful and drag him to the grave
He did not drink the water in Hell the night before
Would not deny the Father and bravely fought that war
Had seen the fiery ocean and kissed the lame man’s feet
Held tight the weeping woman and watched the demons eat
A man with pitch-black eyes said, “they love the world they’re in.”
“They believe the ancient lie and you will never win.”
He then became a cobra with two heads in the sand
“Forsake the name Jehovah or never leave my land.”
With God’s Word the serpent fell he’s said to say, “Not here.”
With the Lord departed Hell without defeat or fear.
Safely in the living world believing all was won
Shared this with a kindred soul but Satan was not done
Something strong was drawing near sons sleeping in their beds
“If I fight this battle here by morning I’ll be dead.”
When all was calm they came back pretending to be friends
Offered gifting for attack to be God’s champion
“Lay on back and let us work. We will anoint you now…”
“Do not fear, it will not hurt, before you we all bow.”
It was pleasure uncompared, sensations, oh so great!
Demons had him in their snare and now it was too late.
Frantically, he tried to stand they pulled him toward the ground
Pulled them off with their bare hands but could not keep them down
Fervent prayers in Jesus’ name to bind their hands and feet
Laughing, dragging, their own chains they pawed defenseless meat
Answered prayer, the Lord was there He said, “No drop of blood”
“Anything but death is fair, He’ll praise me, drought or flood”
Morning would be coming soon then surely they’d be gone
Struggling in the light of moon he longed to see the dawn
Then there was no fight inside I said, “Your will be done.”
Closed my eyes as if to hide I could no longer run
Thank you God, I’m still alive You did not let them win!
Praise the Lord Oh God on High! My Abba, Maker, Friend.
A war has been waged on individual minds,
Stealing our courage and making us blind,
A battle has begun to make mankind fall asleep,
Silence our souls, while evil slowly creeps,
Into our family’s, our schools, and our towns
Leaving us Desolate and polluting our grounds,
We were never made to be barren and dry,
For love laid down his life for you and I,
But vanities, idolatry, lust and sin
Opened the doors and allowed devils in,
We preach for peace then turn a deaf ear,
For internally self centerness has created many fears
If in God we really trust than we must return to what he has said,
The book is not for show, it’s our food, our daily bread
Look at the times, the hate and all the crimes
Look at the corruption
It’s no surprise there has been many interruptions
Reevaluate your reasons for living
Instead of war, start forgiving
And repent while you still can,
For the season is at hand,
Let’s rejoice in the fact,
That it’s his life that keeps us intact,
Let’s look up and see,
That God made us all we need to be.
By; Sabina Nicole
Copys have been placed in my Hotel's bathrooms and lobby :)
Last night there was a message across my sky...
All words tucked away finally got a chance to fly...
My heart warmed as they were fed to you in a tasty style...
And a soul was reached and held for a night with a smile...
In the morning the feelings may fade and disappear...
But for one night I know all my words were felt clear...
He is everything good inside you and I
The alpha and omega the earth and the sky
He forgives our trespass as well as our thoughts
Don't get confused for he can't be bought
He is the planets as well as the stars
I first found him inside prison bars
He is all that has been or could ever be
The sun and the moon the sky and the sea
He is the beauty we see in a flower
He created the universe with all of it's power
He is the teacher who teaches us best
He forgives us our sins and offers us rest
He is the one who offered his Son
To forgive us of things that we have done
For he is love in it's truest form
The comfort inside that makes us feel warm
He gives unto us the right to choose
The ultimate choice of win or lose
When you feel lonely and full of despair
Comfort is waiting in a single prayer
He is the one thing from which we can't hide
For he is the spirit that lives inside
He is the beginning as well as the end
For he truly is "our dearest friend"
I stand here alone, in a room all in black,
Patiently waiting for the gavel to clack;
I don’t get to speak, here at the end,
Persecuted by all, enemy and friend;
They speak of the deeds now tied to my name,
And all I can do is shudder in shame;
I’m here at the trial at the end of my life,
And each testimony cuts like a knife;
I can’t even explain, my deeds say it all,
I await my judgment and try to stand tall;
I was petty, held grudges, and committed mass crime,
And didn’t do productive things with my time;
Six feet below my body is entombed,
And I know deep down my fate is now doomed,
And all I can do I is silently pray,
That God grants me mercy on this solemn day;
The jury is in, they hold my life in their hands,
All I can do is hope He understands;
“Cleared of all charges” the verdict now reads,
My soul once damned is now to be freed;
He granted forgiveness for all of my sins,
Allowing my soul to begin again.
The memories won’t let you forgive,
the crimes passion that I did.
Despite the brave face that you put on,
I know the trust within will never see a new dawn.
Laying next to me with a watchful eye,
you say ‘okay’ but know the moment will never die.
Holding on more so because of loneliness rather than belief.
the winding times force our oak tree to shed weeping leaves.
Your anxiety is ripe in conviction,
knowing the truth was born from intuition.
Basing your feelings on past emotion,
I try to fight the tide to avoid our relationship eroding.
Only time will tell whether we will survive this,
and open our hearts to once again embrace bliss.
Reminiscing upon the mistake as something fleeting,
so our love can reconnect from an act of cheating.
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Introduction: Sometimes your life sinks down a little,
And when it does try and fight for Islam and have faith in Allah,
ask for His divine guidance, believe and respect everyone,
don't hold any grudge against someone,
forgive them and surrender completely to Allah
And believe in His graceful light.
Don't fall apart,
When light fades away
Look deep in your heart,
Allah will aid your way
Nothing feels wrong,
While nature sings song
Days go along,
Until we're gone
Just learn to heed
And you will forgive.
I was a child who loved to sing
and laughed at almost everything.
Had you taken the time to talk to me
you'd have gotten to like me too,you see.
But you were busy playing it tough;
bullying me till I'd had enough.
Calling me names was fun for you;
I'd taken it for years,it's true.
So often I'd break down and cry
feeling just like I could die.
Well I'm all grown up now you see;
those yesteryears a memory.
So I wish you well in all you do.
It's taken me years but I made it through.
You go your way and I'll go mine.
If our paths don't cross again,that's fine.
I SAW AN OLD MOTHER WITH SILVERY HAIR
SHE SEEMED SO NEGLECTED BY THOSE WHO SHOULD CARE,
HER HANDS WERE ALL CALLOUSED AND WRINKLED AND OLD
A LIFE OF HARD WORK, WERE THE STORY THEY TOLD,
AND I THOUGHT OF AN ANGEL, AS I SAW HER SIT THERE
ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
BLESS HER OLD HEART-DO YOU THINK SHE'D COMPLAIN
THAT HER LIFE HAD BEEN BITTER,SHE WOULD LIVE IT AGAIN
AND CARRY THE CROSS THAT'S MORE THAN HER SHARE
ROCKING ALONE IN AN OLD ROCKING CHAIR
IT WOULDN'T TAKE MUCH TO GLADDEN HER HEART
JUST SOME REMEMBRANCE ON SOMEBODY'S PART
A LITTLE WOULD BRIGHTEN HER EMPTY LIFE THERE
JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
I KNOW SOME YOUNGSTER IN AN ORPHAN'S HOME
WOULD THANK THEIR OWN HEAVEN IF SHE WERE THEIR OWN
THEY NEVER WOULD BE WILLING TO LET HER SIT THERE
JUST ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
I LOOKED AT HER- AND I THOUGHT - " WHAT A SHAME"
THE LOVED ONES THAT FORGOT HER, SHE LOVES JUST THE SAME
AND I THINK OF AN ANGEL AS I SEE HER SIT THERE
ROCKING ALONE IN HER OLD ROCKING CHAIR
Written By My Grandmother Mamie Rachel Sterling/Sinner/Earl 1950
It hurts Him so to see my pain.
Though I would see my loss as gain.
My mind beclouded, devoid of reason,
Remaining hot through passings seasons.
The years have come and gone again,
And still my anger ramains the same;
So I entreat the Lord above,
To fill me with forgiving love.
Forgive them for me Lord, I pray,
For I just can't, even today.
Cleanse my heart and purge this ire,
And quench the lust of vengeance fire;
For it hurts no one but myself,
It only hurts, it doesn't help.
Remembering hurts of long ago,
Won't help a thing, so let it go.
Do you really think your enemies care how angry you are? 'Course Not!
In fact, they enjoy your discomfort and Satan's having a ball, sooooooooo --- Let It Go.
"Never take revenge, Beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written,
'Vengeance is Mine, I will repay', says the Lord."
Don't box yourself in
To follow the way of sin
Don't box yourself in
Let Jesus give you peace within.
Repent, confess and forsake the wrong
Submit yourselves to Him and He'll make you strong
With faith in Jesus, you can make it through the burdens you have to bear
For He alone will show you how because for you the Lord does care.
There is no dark of night or light of day
Where you can go the hide yourselves from Him, so-
Don't box yourselves in to a world of living without the Lord.
Just trust Him daily; His Will to do; His Word, commands to obey
And He will always be with you and never let you stray from the path of
righteousness and the Divine Holy Way.
Sweet angel bells caress the air
With tlling, tlling, tlling
Thrice they chime their gentle tllings
Then thrice again once more
With fluted softness, the tllinging brings
A chorale of soul-lights – Heaven sings
Thrice they sigh their gentle tllings
Then thrice just as before
And me? So sad? Such a sad, poor thing
Am soul-brushed - . tlling, tlling, tlling
Brought home to life, come home to love,
Throw wide my stained glass door
As hummingbirds, afloat mid-air
Still their rainbow wings
Astride the currents of the thrice-time tllings
Transformed beyond their core
I stand, utterly hollow and alone.
Staring and wondering if he'll phone.
Why is it he has this hold over me?
Why can't he just leave me be?
One minute, I think I'm over him,
then all those thoughts and feelings begin.
The biggest part of me knows we can't be together,
but then I remember, we vowed it was to last forever.
I think of the name calling, and him being so vile.
Then here comes the happy memories followed by bile.
My throat burns, from the bile and from the pain.
A lump, stuck there as the tears fall like summer rain.
How does one get over the hurt and betrayal?
He's nothing at all like his first portrayal.
I thought he was loving, kind, and an honorable man.
Was his facade all part of some cruel, sinister plan?
How can you ever put your heart out there again?
I can not begin to tell you how heart wrenching its been.
I feel sorry for him, that he has to put me down.
Its the only way he can make himself feel renown.
I just wonder when the pain will start to subside.
I truly don't know how much longer I can stay on this ride.
One part of me still loves him, for I am still his wife.
The other part, can not keep putting myself through the strife.
A husband and wife are expected to go through dissension.
Love shouldn't have to be this hard though, its too much tension.
How do you say good-bye to a man you love and equally hate?
I never thought I would feel the love I have for him abate.
I fear a divorce is in order, as I do not feel he will ever change.
Its not like for the last two years we haven't been estranged.
I wish I could say that I want to wish him all the best.
But I don't since he's left this ragged, raw hole in my chest.
I know that's not the ladylike way to be.
However, you have no idea what he's done to me.
I once tried to see the best in people, and love fierce.
Well, with his coldness, my heart did he pierce.
I can only hope to one day, heal my broken heart.
He should be ashamed, for tearing my faith in love apart.
But I forgive him for all that he has ever done.
You see, it is I who will be the bigger and better one.
I only hope I can one day try my hand again at love.
And I hope its him that I will no longer be thinking of
Severe whiplash to the heart
being thrown then torn apart
The selfish paths people take
make us forget all the lives we forsake
I yearn to stand close to you all my life
laugh at the damned planet and all it’s strife
This isn’t how it has to be
you can turn your life around and stand by me
Ancient addictions may tug at your sleeve
but I will be there to force the wicked to leave
I will ban my own wants just to cope with your needs
I just need the same from you, for me, please...
I welcome you all to the dance
A place where souls are held in trance
Destiny is our truest fate
Taking your soul will feel great
I was born unto this life
To distribute pain and strife
There is nothing you can do
I shall have this dance with you
As we dance across the floor
I shall show you what destiny is for
You can try with all your might
I will have this dance tonight
As we dance you should know
I will crawl up in your soul
So take my hand and join the dance
I hold your soul in my trance
No need to try and run away
With your soul I shall play
By the time I am through
Nothing that you can do
For I shall leave you like a shell
As I take your soul with my spell
There is nothing like a dark romance
So will you please join the dance?
Beauty can be rated by so many things
Like the noise birds make as they sing
Beauty is a flower growing from a seed
It also is a baby tender with its needs
If a person takes the time to look around
There is so much beauty on this earth to be found
Beauty can be a mountain all covered up with snow
Or it can be firelight with its entrancing glow
One thing in my life I have come to know
No beauty is as beautiful as the beauty of the soul
I posted this this way to show how
much poetry has changed me. I
guess now you understand why
I wanted to bury them old poems.
Sometimes like right now I just
can't help but cry for my pain is
IL NE SUFFIT PAS (IT IS NOT ENOUGH)
Il ne suffit pas de te pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive you)
Il ne suffit pas de me pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive me)
Parce que tu m’as trompé.
(Because you cheated on me)
Parce que je t’ai trompé.
(Because I cheated on you)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Alors, il faut se pardonner.
(Therefore we must forgive each other)
Il ne suffit pas de t’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse you)
Il ne suffit pas de m’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse me)
Ça ne sert à rien de t’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse you)
Ça ne sert à rien de m’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse me)
Il y a de quoi de nous accuser.
(There is reason to accuse us both)
Ça vaut mieux de nous excuser.
(It's better to excuse us both)
Il ne suffit pas de dire «je t’aime».
(It's not enough to say "I love you")
Il ne suffit pas de dire «tu m’aimes».
(It's not enough to say "you love me")
Il faut continuer de se pardonner
(We must continue to forgive each other)
Et s’empêcher de s’accuser.
(And restrain ourselves from accusing each other)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Mais quand même il faut qu’on s’aime.
(However, we must love each other)
< Racial Segregation
Why Oh Why
Did King Try
Right Or Wrong
Black Or White
Put Up Fight
She Did Bark
Help me keep things past in the past
so we can begin to heal at last
Keep me ever mindful that he’s paid his dues
and be slow to judge until I’ve walked in his shoes
He me see that he makes amends each and every day
Help me not to spread the hurt by watching what I say
For I know my life was not a waste
I’ve tasted all there was to taste.
December 18th I felt the urge to cry
I felt like taking my life
Giving all back to my Creator at once
Saying "what's done is done"
I walked in the cold hours on end
Contemplating death as a sin
I wanted to talk to someone about my pain
But If I told them of my feeling would they think of me as insane?
Still searching for something to gleam about
Hoping something innocent and beautiful will take me out of this slouch
Rescue and deliver me from this evil tenure
Convince me that I'm not the worlds biggest sinner
As the blood drips over the bridges edge
Should I step further and plummet into this river instead?
If I turned into a lesbian
would gay men find me more attractive?
written by Nancy Jones on a Sunday where she's questioning everything
As a good gardener would do,
she had to evaluate the quality of her trees plants and fruit,
She saw that some were rotten; they had spoiled at the root.
Unforgivness and resentment suffocated her delicate tree,
It was time to prune the essences of it in its entirety,
Finding the initial cause was how she would now prepare,
Going a little deeper into the earth that had many layers.
From the time this tree was a seed,
It had glitches, cracks and lived amongst weeds,
Perhaps damaged from the packaging
Or banged up through the sifting
Causing some deformities and in need of some spiritual lifting.
Resenting the other trees,
For they were far more stunning than thee,
This garden had suffered through many damaging storms,
Causing animosity that took on different shapes and forms,
sometimes her fruit seemed a bit bitter and irate
Forgiveness was the only cure to transform this ugly hate.
Sniping away at what was easy for her eyes to see,
Then changing the soil all together to make it once again healthy
For in a season or two, what all this work would do
Would allow this trees fruit to look and be brand new.
By: sabina Nicole
Contest: secondhand emotion
Oh little Israel look around
Egypt has taken over your towns
Oh little Israel don’t you see
All that is left is rubble and debris
Tornados have swept through fields of old
As your people continued to worship gods of silver and gold
Hurricanes destroyed their precious land
As their cries looked up and then shouted quick demands
Oh little Israel they have forgotten the one
Who made the stars moon and sun
Oh little Israel look who they have allowed to rule
Puppets on strings are there new favorite tool
When foundations are cracked it affects the entire city
If repentance does not come soon it will be such a pity
For a rebellious generation is already on the rise
Quick fixes and false ambitions, each ready to compromise
Oh little Israel you have a voice
Tell all of Egypt they still have a choice
When they Surrender and begin to remove
All in which I don’t approve
Healing waters will run once again
Egypt must make God their savior not just their friend.
By: Sabina Nicole
Lay your head back,
Close your eyes,
Keep them shut,
Then say goodbye.
You fall into darkness
And don't know
When you will wake up.
As you drift farther away
And the light in your eyes
Fades into the day.
From the mouth of babes so came forth your perfect praise Unless you change like the little child and receive one as such meek and mild Chances are that your heart is hard do not miss the kingdom by half a yard Leaving the womb crying for breathe no doubt before you leave this world facing death cry out He will give you a new heart full of love just ask like the child harmless as a dove
The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare
I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see
Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground
It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell
Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound
High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing
Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall
Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone
Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation
Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.
On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel
If you look into America's history
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.
by: Sabina nicole
I sit here in this white walled room, not knowing what to do,
I sit here in my misery, thinking all my wrongs through.
All there is to do in here, is think of my mistakes,
And think of all the people that have blown me off like flakes.
This room is full of people that I truely do despise,
But I have done them wrong as well, see myself through their eyes.
Its really hard to understand why I mess up so much,
But in this white walled room it gives me time to dwell on such.
And why I'm so pathetic i guess we will never know,
I know I'm stuck in here because the punches that I've thrown.
So anyone thats reading of the white walled room I'm in,
I'm sorry for what I've destroyed, including ex best friends.
I'm sorry I do things to make you mad
But sometimes you do things to make me sad
Maybe we're trying too hard not to hurt one another
We need to be honest if we want to go any further
Let's share our feelings like we share our love
We can always draw on strength from above
We've come too far to mess things up
We need to remember why we fell in love
Our feelings are important and sometimes get hurt
We must talk things out, that is for sure
No secrets, no lies or before we know it
Too much time will pass by and we may forget
Bad things could happen and life could get rough
We may even find that we fall out of love
Copyright © 2000 Shari E Davis
I don't know why we do what we do.
You banned me so I banned you.
I don't know what made you so mad.
I may never know, and that is so sad.
I don't know how I am still here.
It wasn't my time and time must be dear.
I'm not sure if I'm glad or let down.
That sounds bad and may cause a frown.
I do know I have opened the door.
You are not banned from me anymore.
I will be here if you change your mind.
I have found friends are so hard to find.
I don't know why we do what we do.
I guess I'll know one day - when my day is due.
With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand
Holy Mother cried for her son
Wondering what they had done
Bellowing clouds changing color
Approaching the appointed hour
What stone could seal our faith?
His powers unlocked the gate
Glorious ascension and praise
His forgiveness shines with rays
With crimson stain on her hands
Kneeling was her glorious stand
© Joseph, 5/16/08
© All Rights Reserved
Third Place Winner
Poieta Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
June 6, 2008
this ones for my mom and dad
i treat them so bad
i hurt them with painful words
i told him he was a waste of my time
it's probably useless
to write you this
i wish i coul hang from the rafters in my home
cause my parents don't want me no more so now i'm alone
all i want is their approval
but the words i say are so brutal
over the years i've caused you and mom to cry many tears
and in your hearts and minds i've bestowed many fears
but don't forget i've cried too
and yes it was not all because of you
but it still doesn't make what we did right
but i have many good choices in sight
you'll always be my mommy
cause for better or for worse you still love me
dad no matter how many blows we throw
i love you that i just wanna let you know
i hate being miserable and having this burning heartache in my soul
i hate the things i did but your love i feel you hid
the blood my wrist shed
and yes theyhave bled
the pain of not being able to come home
all the times we fought on the phone
i don't mean what i say
so here i am tring not to fight another day
my heart is right pleas accept my apology tonight
i may not be the best son
i love you mom and dad
i'm truely am sorry i treated you bad
Going through all the different phases,
Felling like you get locked in different cages,
Hoping to see the light,
But all you see is a dark, cruel night.
You have this fear that your tears are there to stay,
But they recede day by day.
Your heart beats, longing to find that one true love,
Hoping it will fall from above.
Today's pain is tomorrows lesson, but you know you will learn.
As you fight to get out of the crazy life,
You can't help but come back to see the fight.
Captives of the sword not against flesh we war I sent a sword Jesus I love you more Not in haste as peter smote the ear With precision the captain's scalpel pierce Stoniest heart can not conceal secrets Innermost parts lay open amoret This the great physician welds it will heal His Word is twin edged sharper than any steel Removes which besets far as east to west Sinner will you let if not He will wet The glittering side He will send it forward Fiery punishment your only reward
The Lord has forgiven you
It’s time you did to
Wipe away the past
Jesus love’s you
Live now as you should
Behold all His good
Smell the sweet essence
Of His glorious presence
Embrace His word
Let it be heard
Jesus laid His life down
In store for you to wear the crown
For in Heaven He prepares a place
Get up run the race
It is in His grace
The time is near
Open your ears to hear
You are worthy to Him
Washed clean from your sin
In God’s eye’s
There are no lies
He is king
She's a pretty Pop Star with amazing and unique vocal cords...
why find a similar one after her heart has been broken into pieces?
No, Adele's solution is not mine! Do I need a quick-fix?
I'd rather forgive that foolish heart than remember another heartache!
In past eras lovers were more realistic, patient and forgiving...
and they waited for their swethearts and loved them with a more intense feeling!
People constantly change by seeking someone more gorgeous...
love can be fickle and nobody seems to mind, but doesn't that lead to regrets?
Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" How To Fix A Broken Heart "
A cheater never a winner was.
An honest man earns his great applause.
Bootlegged words make confidence schism.
Stealing verses denies truth's wisdom.
Writing one's best makes ideas glisten.
Expressive minds hope people listen.
So go ahead, have some gumption.
Live life golden; ascend con's basin.
Deceit never did bring satisfaction.
Observed ideals take positive action.
The harmed forgive, though it is not easy.
A higher order shows loves flows deeply.
One should never choose to plagiarize,
Not while thoughtfulness remains alive.
© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
How I fought to justify myself,
my actions and my words
trying to prove that I had reason
to seek vengeance for my hurt.
I felt owed for what was taken,
I felt wronged, broken, forsaken
I seemed forgotten in the course of life
a castaway in slow decay
no certain trail, no destination
going wherever,coming what may.
My battles only wearied me,
scarred my bruised and battered bones,
like victim and offender divided
the war within the enemy
I had to learn to let down my gaurd
to fight the fear that froze my heart,
not to bury myself holding on
to everything that did me me wrong.
To uncover forgiveness and leave behind,
to take not what I would not give,
and everyday to keep in mind
our struggles teach us how to live. .
connecting the dots to myself,
the sole stumbling block on my shelf
placing the blame where it should be
no more worn out excuses about what would be
it is time to get on my knees and really repent
it will be the only way to a sincerely adequate descent
i learn in prayer that recovery, rebuilding, and forgiveness comes with works
without it, faith will be useless for it will be devoid of pretty much all its perks
There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry
Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car
In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh
Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead
As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked
Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more
As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age
When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return
The gentle sweet angels are calling to me.
They say keep the starlight and then you'll be free.
For I've lost my footing and they seem to know.
My dreams dry and dusty yet I can't let go.
Been longing to play in a heavenly band.
For heartbreak and sorrow have the upper hand.
And now 'midst the turmoil that steams in my soul
a glimmer of stark hope's beginning to roll.
The self does persist now in spite of it all.
Faith and conviction surely breaks my fall.
So wound all you want to,I 'll forgive and forget.
I'm really quite bent but I'm not broken yet!
I was there the day the Lord came a callin'
His voice was strong that Monday mornin'.
He called up the souls that were there to take
And the lines went from earth up to heaven's gate.
I waited for my name to be called as well
But when it wasn't, to my knees I fell.
"Please Lord" , said I as I lifted my voice
"Take me along with You, as it is Your choice."
Then it flashed before me and I knew
I hadn't been the person on earth that I was supposed to.
Wasn't I the one who always said, "Don't get mad...get even!"
Well, that's what He was doing...just by His leavin'.
I wasn't as kind or forgiving as I should have been
That was my crime...that was my sin.
I wanted to go with that Raptured group
Instead I was left to write more for the Soup.
I needed to learn that in so many ways
It was my fault that I needed to stay for more days.
Perhaps, should I learn how to be a better man
The Lord would to me...next time extend His hand.
But for now I was to stay where I am
Crying for pity and forgiveness to get out of this jam.
For the Lord sees all from His throne on high
Even the smallest smudge will not get you nigh.
What do I say except, "I'm sorry, Lord..."
There is nothing else...no more precious word.
And I must learn to say it a thousand times more
To those others like me that I've hurt by the score.
For it is their forgiveness which I must first capture
If I want Jesus to take me...whence comes the Rapture.
I yell, but you respond not
I cry, but my tears do not spill
I fear that I might be left here to wrought
Now the dark cold is the only thing I feel
I reach to grasp your hand
But my movement is slow
My memories of you slide out of my mind like sand
But still around me, the darkness grows
Finally feeling to just give in
Your image appeared out of the dark violence
You looked upon me with a miraculous grin
You took my hand in yours, finally I have been
Freed from a whispered silence....
Loves forked road
No longer side by side are we
When we drifted apart neither could see.
But here we stand so far apart
Hoping and wishing for a better start.
Our love we say, still exists deep within
Yet our treatment of each other feels like sin.
Unable to talk, so quickly anger arouse
Feelings are hurt, deep infliction housed.
Remedy we know, we must quick find
Both searching desperately within our minds.
For in one condition we have firmly agree
To continue this way and end must to see.
Yet down this road ,now the the fork we reach
One leads to a new future, the other we must cease.
The ending road neither wish to travel yet
For memories of our love we still hope to get.
The other road an agreement we hope to make
Together side by side, hand in hand to take.
But in our contract these values must follow
To love, honor, respect and in friendship to go.
For these old standing patterns of agreement
Must be replaced with new, the old is sent
Sent to the past forever to lie,
Buried deep away like a funeral must die.
In dedication to our future reunited love
In support and respect to each other made of.
So our hurts and betrayal must be put to rest
And with this new beginning extent of our love test.
For what brought us together most powerful strong
I pray each day no error we made for wrong.
Fall in love again impossible, some may say
But let us try this with every passing day…
No more cruel words ,no distance of soul
All things written above, these shall be our goal.
Inspiration has found me, with a new beginning
That promise I make to you …our love …no more sinning
Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.
You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"
Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.
You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"
But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!
They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.
You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.
It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.
The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.
The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.
There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.
I am saddened by the world today.
Hypocrisy stands in the way.
No wonder Jesus said get out!
Tossing tables all about!
This is a place where we should pray.
Not show off our ride in the driveway.
What's up with gossip disguised as prayer?
I'm scared to death to go back in there!
Still, I know I should just turn my head.
If not For God I would be dead.
I am justifying my own fear.
I know the truth, and hold it dear.
I sang the songs up in the choir.
I closed my eyes to fears desire.
I can do the same now that I'm grown.
A humble tear down my cheekbone.
Lord, help me make it to the door.
Plant my knees against the floor.
From now until the final end.
This House of Pain I must attend.
It's all a common misconception,
Living in a world of dark deception,
No-one really knows the truth,
Horming new generation youth,.
Cannot configure right from wrong,
We're stringing them all along,.
Leading them to a bleak future,
One with nothing but a dying culture,
I'd like to say "we can change",
But we are all too stuck in our ways,
Change isn't seem as something good,
It's about making things understood.
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.
I passed thru a green light while driving today
Only to have verbal abuse thrown my way.
It seems that for the gal in the car that was turning
I made her blood boil and words from her lips came burning.
She felt that she should have had the privilege of first to go
Even though that's not the "Rule of the Road".
So, she shot a vulgar remark to me from her mouth
Which I returned in kind while still going south.
I wouldn't have said it had she not gotten me mad
Then thinking it over, I felt very bad.
We were BOTH wrong to say what we did
But after it's said, you can't put on the lid.
There's so much of that going on today
"I needs to go first", that's what they say.
So instead of allowing someone else to go thru
They block an intersection as they often do.
I guess she thought I was doing it too
But my light was green and the cars moved on thru.
Its seems as if "Common Courtesy" is gone today
I really don't know what else to say.
Except that I took affront at her comment to me
Next time, I'll have to use more charity.
I was once a little train, sitting by the track,
Listening to the freight yard’s roar and all the rushing clack
When one day came steaming by an engine large and brave
My heart did a quiver leap, my wheels a twitter gave
Every day when passing by, the more our friendship grew
With each fleeting whistle blast, and more each time it blew
Then one day in passing, upon his track I went
Joyfully to meet him, from wither he was sent
Blasting from the distance, an airy cloud of steam
I rushed forth to meet him, the engine of my dream
Then with shock and wonder, my joy was gone alack!
For though we both were meeting, he wasn’t on my track
Off into the distance, he chugged and puffed away
Sweeping with him pieces of my broken heart that day
Often now I wonder, will he come anon?
Or was this a chance meeting, and now again he’s gone?
The tracks of life are tangled, in the freight yard of our race
We meet other engines that hold both heart and place
How to live? I wonder, when through our lives there sail
Many other engines, that aren’t upon our rail
Will we grow quite bitter, when those meetings on the tracks
Seem to mock the aching heart for all the love it lacks?
May each little engine take heed to what I bade
This life below is scattered, with meetings on the grade
Take each passing whistle not as one of gloom
Pushing back the others, and making itself room
I will always cherish, that engine bold and brave
Remembering now with fondness, the joy to me he gave
But now into the distance, I hear upon the breeze
That fleeting cry of freedom, upon which my heart did seize
Once every while, I gaze sadly down his track
But in my little engine heart, he’s never coming back
And so I hold those memories close, and never do I fail
For God had a reason for our meeting on the rail
Intended and Extended
My patience sometimes does not appear
Which I often will wish were here
When a disagreement just did appear
Caused by me and my much fear.
God who I know is always so splendid
I want my disagreement to have ended
When what it was I really had intended
Was to be friendly having my hand extended.
James Thomas Horn
I should have chosen honesty,
as away from me, I now see how much you meant to me.
The tender touch often given to my skin so frequently,
now mirrors a distant past in this circumstance of common grief.
The colour of truth couldn’t begin to dye these darkened blues,
as my heart is decomposing from your wretched news.
Un-answered questions become the theme to my awful excuse,
sleepless nights recalling mistaken words is all that is left to do.
If only I could escape this prison of regret,
and begin to break free from the image of our broken silhouette.
Only then shall life become as beautiful as the sunset,
living an existence of joy, too powerful for sadness to forget.
Yet my insecurities left me too weak to say “I need you”,
leaving feelings aside in the hope you’d say “I need you too”.
My transparent tears cried out for the truth to pierce through,
but as a man, I was taught to never leave emotion as a clue.
In the mist of sorrow, swollen pride is all that is left,
recollecting past memories, my mind unwillingly kept.
No amount of breath could ever reach the pain of my depth,
wishing responsible errors could be wiped clean from my debt.
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Happy Easter would you please come in
Said the man at the door with a big grin
I went there with my daughter; I felt so out of place
You see all my life all I had been was a damn disgrace
Then I learned of the act that was the world’s greatest loss
I couldn’t believe man had nailed the Son of God to the cross
The reason he stayed nailed to the cross was clear to see
He was held up on that cross by his love for you and me
As I slowly departed from inside of Church that day
I received a blessing and looked at life in a brand new way
Written for Brian's Contest
Who Still Remain
What would you do when you knew?
Your days were numbered and very few
Left and last one was almost here
And now was alone and no one was near.
What eloquence should be on my epitaph;
Of me, there never was a photograph;
It seems like everyone had forgot
All of the happiness I had brought.
Off to heaven and away I'll go
And finally realize and then know
All I did and thought was not in vein
Even for fools on earth who still remain.
NOTE:- Not entered in the contest.
Can I forgive the peadophile who abused me week after week
Humiliating my childhood innocence so mild and meek?
Can I forgive my mother who betrayed my father and made me bewildered
Becoming detached with fake emotions which lingered never surrendered?
Can I forgive the first alcohol drink I had when I was so very young
Which habituated me through all the years singing a song unsung?
Can I forgive running away from the only woman I loved and adored
Weakening my emotions, marry, have children, while true affections ignored?
Can I forgive the unfaithfulness, the deceit and the continuous affairs I had
Which at the end I realized too late I was a very foolish man always sad.
Can I forgive the most appalling lie I have subjected on my honest friends
How I can expect to be treated decently when I have not made amends?
Can I forgive the Almighty God for handing me a life so confusing and degrading
Can I forgive others who don't forgive, making my emotions demeaning?
the past is behind
although sometimes I have little peace of mind
because I still have memories
that hang on to me
And when the thoughts become too much
I cry out to Thee
Because with just one touch
Of the Master's hand
I return and begin to understand
Forgive doesn't mean forget
Or the past will be my present
I need to remember where I came from
I won and I lost some
But because of Christ I can still smile
All the while
I hold my heart and tongue from speaking guile
Because if I begin to confess
evil thoughts and evil mess
and ungodly evil things
Can I really be surprised at the reapings
the harvest will bring
I recently heard that God can turn a victim into a victory
And that is what He has done inside of me
It's so much I could not see
before He opened my eyes
Now I truly realize
That it is only by His hand that I can come out on the other side
the lamp unto my feet, my Guide
People may look at me
And say "how can she"?
But the truth is I can't and I don't
If God said No I couldn't and I won't
I think a testimony can come out of a test
I've been tried by some of the best
and must confess
that yes my soul was at unrest
But then I asked God for His peace
And He saved my soul
So I made it my intent and my goal
to serve Him first
there's a drink that quenches your thirst
but with Him I never have to thirst again
Not only is He my friend
But Jesus- I cannot live without Him
When we finally get home none of this will matter,
All the years spent killing will end in one final battle,
Tears locked in bottles will pour out like rain,
That is when we will truly obtain,
The mysteries of the human race,
The times on earth we felt misplaced,
The horror of our loved ones never showing genuine embrace,
This life will be forgotten,
All the years we fought to win,
We will be like little children again when it all begins,
So why can’t we just listen to the wind and rest assure,
That the heavens made rach one of us for so much more,
Why do we get stuck in entwining webs,
Turning true love into tiny threads,
Saying peace then turning away,
From everything our mouths do say,
Many are emotionally dead inside,
Most of us just find it easier to run and hide,
But you can’t run too far,
For our maker made every star,
He knew each trial and knew we would fall,
Yet, he still loves us all,
Many humans have lived to hate and kill,
Longing to have anything to temporarily fill,
The voids and constant shame,
Opening doors and then pushing the blame,
Longing to be right when thry are so very wrong,
Saying they are not weak and that they are strong,
Holding on to prejudices, poision and fear,
While the time of redemtion is drawing near,
Instead of holding each other’s hands,
Restoring peace to our land,
Humility can heal this great Nation,
Bring forth comfort, restortion and true revelation,
Regardless, someday every knee will bow,
Let’s take the time now,
To renew our everlasting vows.
By: Sabina Nicole
Selah! (Ponder and Think)
God wills and sends angels to earth.
To celebrate the Christ Child's birth.
Where kings and shepherds did behold.
At the manger they gave Him gold.
Warnings reached His parents. They fled.
King Herod ordered children dead.
Mary and Joseph took great heed.
God saved Christ from the horrid deed.
Born in the town of Bethlehem.
The Son of God; sin's requiem
Three of thirty-three years He taught.
His life ended; man's hatred wrought.
But resurrection saved the day!
And Pentecost brought “Light” to stay.
Christ on earth taught His Father's way.
Mercy for sin repentance lay.
God forgives us as we forgive.
Obedient faith; blessings give.
We are judged as we judge brothers.
Judge not. Instead forgive others.
Celebrate all goodness in life.
Calm the soul and relinquish strife.
Prophets taught all around God's world.
God loves us all. Peace is unfurled.
Throughout the world where hopes weaken,
Let God's words become a beacon.
Love and cherish every other.
Through true faith uplift another.
We have the rules so grab them up.
Jesus Christ drank His bitter cup.
Follow His lead through righteous ways.
Claim world peace in these latter days.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09
All who seek to find grace, life and light, come enter through the door of Christ
Bring with you your burdens strong; he’ll forgive of sins and every vice
Let the eyes of your being, through your hearts, witness the truth and light
He died for us as man and came back to us divine, to end the constant night
For the stone that is cast is also the greater stone that he has pushed away
Allowing the rebirth, the forgiveness of sins to exist upon this very day
Asking not why He does so, just know it is done purely out of hope and love
For He has given us the chance, everyone of us, to join Him then above
Ring out, ring out, the bells that tell all of the world, that shares what we know
Go, with Him telling all, we have a chance at living eternal with Him, because He arose
those little drips of word and water
that spill over but shouldn't oughter
gaffs and chaffs and blurbs that spot
sayer or sprayer marked insensitive clod
clothes spotted damp, pride marked too
antagonizing other camp, unable to redo
even royalty’s spoken without utmost decor
found themselves cast as party's gauche boar
try to interact without accidentally hurting
spoken acid sprayed by thoughtlessly blurting
the only thing to do to mend that situation
a heartfelt apology for unintended aberration
"please excuse my lapse of good propriety"
"I unfavorably spoke, not to seek notoriety"
"merely because I'm human and make mistakes"
"I ask for your pardon, whatever it takes"
"to seek your forgiveness for my intrusion"
"and say I'm truly sorry, in conclusion"
"yet you reader can't see these anomalies"
"...oops...I rest my case...My apologies"
© Goode Guy 2011-09-29
drafts I've posted from long ago
when all of my dreams went up in smoke
wounds inflicted by a lover
it took a long time to discover
that friendship could outrun the past
where we've landed at long last
pain inflicted with my words
just in case you had not heard
I love you made you come unglued
not quite what I expected of you
passion alone didn't fit your need
you said you tried to not mislead
and that these feelings would recede
those thoughts now are held at bay
the curtain drawn on yesterday
the silent sounds that disappear
an effort made to draw me nearer
holding closely what will stay
through months of rain and blue sky days
Moments in time will fade away, however precious they may seem, they will not last...
Look to Jesus Christ and know He's by your side,
know that though your pain is great,
GOD is greater!
He holds your sorrowing hearts in the palms of His hands
ever nearer to His heart and surrounds you in His love.
The day will come when He will free you from your pain and wipe all tears away,
until then; He will comfort you here and now.
Watch and pray, be patient and strong, our LORD will come!
We shall be reunited with all loved ones who have gone home to be with our great GOD and King.
Moments in eternity are precious and will never fade away, they shall forever last...
BBroken in half
the battered moon
hung dejected in the gloom
in the gloom of Prodigal Bay
the ending of a vital day.
The day I found my Father's son
the Golden Boy,the only one
to ever make my father smile
a child of beauty,without guile
He rocked a crockeyed rocking chair
as if to rock away from there
In his hand,a living thing,a fishing pole,
could almost sing
as he sailed the light line high
between the river and the sky
He never turned his eyes to mine
just rocked and fished his fishing line
I told him of our father's plight,
I bade him come with me tonight
to gaze a final time and share
one moment just to say," I care."
The line zinged out to kiss the tide
across the river's other side
the moonlight sparked the flying tears
along the line,that spanned the years
and we were back there in the past
watching brother at the mast
smiling as he sailed along
singing some old sailor's song
laughing as our mother danced
on the deck,but then she chanced
to catch her ankle in a loop
a rope piled there upon the sloop
she screamed a scream that echoes yet
and now my brother can't forget
he blamed himself for her demise
and could not bear our father's eyes
for he was charged with keeping straight
and neat the deck and now self hate
had kept him here on Prodigal Bay
until our father's dying day
I knelt beside his crumpled form
I touched his hand so tired and worn
He turned and handed me the line
"Your turn to make the catch this time."
The eddies spiraled without end
the way our mother's love had been
I watched the bobber rise and fall
I tried to comprehend it all
and then the snap!,the pop of line
the slack was gone,the fish was mine!
I yelped and staggered to my feet
my brother jumped out of his seat
and caught his ankle in the line
I couldn't reach for him in time
He disappeared beneath the creek
my sight grew dim,my legs grew weak
I must have swooned there on the dock
the deja vu,the pain and shock
well anyway my job was done,
I found my father's favorite son!
So tell me how you feel today
As your children laugh and play
Or you think they may feel hurt and sad?
And wondering, "Hey where is my dad"
But hey don't trip we are all cool
Convict graduates of the homeboy school
Experts at suppressing pain
Into jokes it’s just a game
We stack our pain ten miles high
As demons laugh and angels cry
Getting high is really quite the sensation
But tell me is it worth all the violations
You can forget about the violations to the pen
The violations I speak of are the violations with-in
So now how do you feel today?
As your children laugh and play
Or do you think they feel hurt and sad
Because once again they have no dad
Posted for "Jim's Forgiveness Contest"
This is a tribute to the forgiveness of
my Children. Always know that the one
forgiveness that is the hardest to earn
and that means the most is that we all
must learn to forgive ourselves, God Bless
Today, my Lord, I wish the best for thee.
My life is easy, and as blissful can be.
Upon your earth, there is such trouble.
Others have burdens that do double.
I see the anguish in many, in such despair,
I also see many, who do hardly ever care.
There is good in this world you created,
Though some never see, speaking berated.
I respect your idea and feelings of choice,
Many now, have never heard your voice.
I pray, to you now, to speak, to those who defy.
Allowing a holy presence, to come from the sky,
Give those who are skeptic, another chance,
To see the good in reality, even in happenstance,
My Lord, you are the Savior of us today.
You are the light, in my life, in everyway.
I close, giving you blessings, good will from all.
Allow all the persons on earth, to hear your call.
Regarding the darkness, the treachery of man
I’ve inhaled its breath; I’ve held its hand
Look at the fate of the Jews in World War 2
Condemned by coward who killed himself to
No guts to face the horrific crimes he had done
I reckon there are those who will follow anyone
Our Son home from one war waiting on another
As I watch it tear out the heart of his mother
And after all is said and done, “Who am I”
Just an old wore out convict waiting to die
At least I have the balls to go out with a fight
Though sometimes the day recedes to the night
So tell me why is it that man acts this way
Nailed Christ to the cross one real dark day
It’s amazing we can live with what we’ve done
Just the shame that I alone carry is not any fun
One day each and every of us will meet our maker
He will either accept our soul or let Satan be the taker
When all is said and done the only thing I know
To help you get to heaven Satan could have my soul
Well, Good and Evil were talking one day
About the price that some souls pay
They pay for it with a bag of bones
Can't skip the rock unless you throw the stone
Well, As they talked I suddenly knew
Sometimes, It's a fine line between the two
And that thin line decides our fate
Hard to feel the love through all the hate
It's up to us win or lose
Nobody but us laces up or shoes
And the choices we make are to a design
As we teeter on that thin line
I have finally cast evil to the side
As a righteous soul now shares my hide
For I am finally able to see
The light that burns inside of me
Well, Good and Evil were talking one day
About the price that some souls pay
They pay for it with a bag of bones
Can't skip the rock unless you throw the stone
Wings spread before me, eyes to the ground, clouds drifting by, for I am Heaven
I stood before the Heavenly Father, “Come forth,” I heard him say. “I’ve been
waiting for you
child, this is your judgment day.” His radiance was blinding, his presence calm
but strong, and I
know he’s seen everything I’ve done. He’s known all along. “As you stand before
on this beautiful day, is there something on your mind, something you’d like to
say?” My eyes
began to fill with tears, my heart began to ache. I shivered with the very thought of
mistakes. I wasn’t nailed to a cross and my hands did not bleed. I was not pure
of heart when
asking in times of need. I did not wear a crown of thorns and my feet bare no
holes. Now I
stand before his glory baring nothing but my soul. “Father,” I uttered, “I’ve sinned
in my life. I’ve
done things I know I shouldn’t, things I know were not right. I’ve loved when I
I’ve tried and given up. I’ve prayed occasionally, when my life got tough. I’ve
turned my back on
strangers. I’ve turned away from my friends. Now I think of all I would change if I
again.” I lowered my eyes wiping the tears from my cheek. I listened with an
ear as the Lord began to speak. “You stand before me confessing all your sins,
and asking for
another chance to do it all again? I did not expect you to be perfect and what you
understand is all you have to give is love to become a worthy man. Don’t turn on
I’ve not turned on you. Seek my word when times are tough and that will see you
the hand to lift up others when they are in need and I’ll send the rains of
progression to wash them
if they bleed. Speak kindly to others or the crown you may wear will not be that of
thorns but of a
fool that does not care. Take my words to heart and let my gospel be a lesson
so that your first
words to Me wont be your last confession.
Some things are never as they seem
Have you ever lived a dream?
I lived a nightmare when I was on dope
That led to the pen and a loss of hope
My soul was as dark as could be
Seemingly lost to an endless sea
An endless sea of forgotten ghost
Everyone needs someone they love the most
Just as a child will love their toys
Love puts the home back in the boys
Like it or not your in the same spot
And the love of your homeboys is all you got
Then one day I said a prayer
Asking of God, “Lord are you still there”
Before the last word could be spoken
I feel to my knees all but broken
I felt as warm as the summer sun
As all my sins were undone
The greatest thing I learned in the pen
The spirit of the Lord lives with-in
In my darkest craziest days.
Does my angel of life still sprinkle rays.
To balance the darkness that I have once portrayad.
Haunted by the things that I have done.
Guilty of many things that I done wrong.
Baptized I thought I have been saved.
Guilt never left, it never went away.
Living like I never done nothing wrong.
Darkness of Evil is so very wreaking strong.
Knowing, no is perfect in this day and age.
I cry on my hands and knees then pray and pray.
This guilt, this guilt, it never leaves.
I beg for forgiveness then Jesus still lets me breathe
Resulting from the purest love, sparkling bundle of joy
A perfect gift from up above this healthy baby boy
Opened my eyes felt safe and warm right from the very start
Loved family became the norm, foundations of my heart
As I grew the joy we shared became my main desire
Trials and tribulations bared was something to admire
Proud man I am today for that I thank you very much
A soulmate now the aim to pass a love as great as such
Greatest moment of my life, the ring slipped on my finger
“I now pronounce you man and wife”, these words forever linger
Continuous stipulation meant her dreams had been achieved
A day of jubilation when we found she had conceived
Longed for this day since I was little, the day of my child’s birth
Our livelihood became brittle, a complicated girth
50/50 chance, saved her to try again in future
but unforgiveness gained became my everlasting torture
Today I sang in church
Spoke of Jesus' rebirth
And how he died for me
To set my soul free
Free from condemnation of my sin
The sin that came from within
Lust, jealousy, hate, and pain
Are the sins my body contains
though much more are left unsaid
I know I am safe, for Jesus is no longer dead
He died for me, as well as you
Though he was pure, he still came to
Came to die for millions, years aways
Therefore, he is still here today
Through the countless people all around
They are saved for Jesus they found
Continue to grow, as I do today
To know Jesus and grow in his way
Grow to be Jesus-like and always love
Speak to others about him from above
And how he's in your life right now
Explain to them exactly how
And bring them to Jesus as well
Live in his presence, live to tell.
As I sit here about to commit the most unforgiving sin of all
I close my eyes, take a breath and I think of your name to call
I ask for your forgiveness as I begin to pray
Eventhough I hear no words I know what you have to say
Our conversation became extremely emotional and I began to cry
I began to let out a lot of things I harbored deep inside
I pray that you protect the people I care about most of all
To give them the strength to stand up strong even when they fall
I then start to realize I have a lot of life to live
That there are still some people left that I have to forgive
Things I couldn't understand are very clear to me now
I would disappoint a lot of people if I were no longer around
You've helped me get rid of the pain and anger that once filled my heart
You've showed me that it's up to me to give my life a new start
I wiped away all my tears and decided to give my life another try
I can't believe I thought my only way out was to accept defeat and die
LORD, tonight I've learned a very valuable lesson
So thanks again for making time for another private session
A long time ago a King left His kingdom and His throne
To pay what could be paid only by Him, and just Him alone,
A Mighty Lord who was willing to die for yours and my sins,
And make us all brand-new again when we invite Him in
Knowing full well the rewards of His salvation plan
Help us remember that we are all held in God's own hand,
One day when we arrive to Heaven, what's it first we'll see?
But Jesus, with arms opened wide as happy to greet you, and me!
I am but a sinner, who's now living by His blessed grace,
Washed clean by the Blood of my Lord Jesus, who died in my place,
By surrendering everything I have to God, each and every day,
I can be certain for sure, I'll not be that easily led astray!
Dorian Petersen Potter
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET JESUS!
The day had started out pretty much like all of the rest,
But along about noon I was put to the test.
Seems that the front that we all try to show,
Was suddenly ripped away and there was no where to go.
And I felt so ashamed being exposed was this the plan,
Not the person of grandeur, but simply a mortal man.
Such a humbling experience we all should face,
Being honest with yourself will put you miles ahead of most others in this race.
When you remove all the smoke and mirrors then you can truly see,
Lies are like anchors that hold on tight and won’t set you free.
Then you can make peace with yourself and live life the way it was intended to be,
No hidden agendas, all darkness dispelled, then God’s spirit can enter and take hold you’ll see.
I’m glad for this day that I dreaded for so long,
Is behind me now and I’m cleansed of all wrong.
A second chance at life I was born again,
Now it’s up to me to live it without worldly sin.
If you to are living a lie, as all have done, it’s not too late,
Accept Jesus into your heart, step out in faith, no need to wait.
Under the castle hid from all
The dungeon was dark, crowded and small
Held by our captors hid from view
Wasting away as prisoners do
The dungeon keeper was the most vile of men
Born and bred to punish our sins
Outside the children run and play
Lost in the excitement of a brand new day
My mind drifts back to my days as a child
Just a rambunctious boy with a demeanor so wild
As I grew older it was clear to see
The world was a playground waiting for me
I sought all its pleasures tasted its wine
Lost sight of my roots as I fell from the vine
As I reflect back on all I have seen
I allowed myself to become angry and mean
I gathered some homeboys my personal crew
And proceeded to do what men shouldn’t do
Then way deep in my memory I pulled up a name
Which, was followed by an ocean of shame
To eat of his fruit I had such a hunger
So I decided to no longer be a warmonger
Separated from my gang I walked alone in the halls
Hung my picture of Jesus on my cell wall
Fell to my knees and called out his name
And released from my soul an ocean of pain
That gave me the strength to write out my truth
Making me a man who protects the innocence of youth
Another soul has been set free
Trying to be all it can be
Which in reality isn't much
Another cripple on a broken crutch
Slowly trying to make his way
Through the trials of another day
Through my pen energy is spent
As I try to circumvent
I search for ways to relate
I was once so full of hate
I hated God for taking my mother
The fact I was the forgotten brother
I hated the poverty I grew up in
Then I truly learned of hatred in the pen
I rose to the top of the hatred pool
Took pride in being a home-boy fool
Just as a mother pulls her baby to her breast
I blasted my hatred all over my chest
I took love and hate placed them on a scale
I weighed out heaven and weighed out hell
I suddenly became overwhelmed with shame
As I realized that I had gone insane
For it became clear as clear could be
The only thing I truly hated was me
The last time I walked out the prison gate
I stopped and shook off all my hate
Praise God and the power from above
My heart and soul were filled with love
I came home and started to rebuild my life
Was taught how to love by my loving wife
I learned to love my neighbors regardless of creed
Offer my assistance to anyone in need
If your battling hatred heed what I say
It's a hell of a price for a soul to pay
Take your hatred and go to the mirror
Ask of the Lord, "Help me see clearer"
For hatred is just like any other sin
It's not external it's born with - in
You will discover a joy like no other
As you learn to love yourself then your brother
Another soul has been set free
I'm trying to be all I can be
Which in reality isn't much
Another cripple on a broken crutch
This poem is dedicated to Milton Hemsted who
carried himself in such a way that in the most racial
of environments I found myself with no choice but
to love and respect that man. He broke down my racial
barriers and taught me to love my Lord, myself and my
neighbor. I hope someday we will get to meet again
as free men. Love & respects Milton.
I apologize if I have offended anyone and for the
man I once was. God bless
Such sweet nothings whispered into my ear,
For my already low self esteem to hear.
Do you think it's nice to say all those ugly things,
When you know the consequences it brings?
The pain, the tears, the yelling and the fights,
Why do you do this when you know it's not right?
I thought true love would conquer all,
Instead, you keep putting bricks in the wall.
Will we ever give up and admit our defeat?
Or do we have enough love, to not be beat?
As sorry as I am for us not to be,
I fear it's what's best for you and mostly for me.
I know I'll love you for all of my life,
And I'll never want to be anyone else's wife.
I only hope at some point, we'll be able to talk and not scream.
Is friendship after a failed marriage too much to dream?
I'm not your slave,
I'm not your master,
I'm not the cause of your disaster.
you were you
before I met you,
you'll still be you ,
when I forget you.
you came to me
with broken hands,
I wrapped them up
in silver bands.
A healing touch
for simple things,
but only God can
mend your wings.
go stand out in the
and pray to God
to take your flight.
unfurl those pinions
take the breeze,
I'll be beside you
on my knees
supplicating as you
I hope to God,
this is Goodbye.
I'm not your slave ,
I'm not your master,
I'm not the cause
of your disaster,
you were you
before I met you,
you'll still be you,
when I forget you.
Love can't be a servant
Love won't be a slave
forgiveness is golden
and so I forgave.
I see you standing at the grave site
Familiar feelings come up and take flight
For I stood their mourning once too
Sorry for this pain bestowed onto you
I’m sadder today then I’ve ever been
This being that just turned sixteen
Please don’t be sorry or mad
Unanswered questions may leave you sad
But forgive my misguided deed
My short lived anguish now decreed
Misunderstood burden you must carry
Can’t stand to see this tragedy
I’d give anything for you not to feel this way
Except the event that brought you here today
Don’t hate me, please, soften your heart
Pray for this soul that must depart
I heard and felt the tears you cried
The stinging burn you felt inside
Was me praying for acceptance
A final request of remembrance
I caused suffering and made you yearn
And passed the point of no return
Wish I could take away your pain
Until that day we meet again
Helpless, but right through crying skies
Our tears still show grief undisguised
"Dedicated to the memory of Winston Wayne Swartbooi"
Like the waning of the moon
The ethereal visage will vanish soon
Given mere moments to reconcile
To clear his name and make her smile
For when he died the truth died too
But from beneath the earth what could he do
She had recoiled realizing he was a cheat
What a web of lies wove he, what deceit
He knew he didn’t have long
To prove to her that he did no wrong
He crept quietly and opened the door
To find his beloved strewn upon the floor
Given a strange feeling she lifted her head
Only to see the face of a man she knew dead
“Why have you come to haunt me?” said she
“Leave me alone go away let me be.”
“Liza listen what you know is not right
Listen for a moment then I’ll be out of sight”
After hearing his tale there grew a smile and in her eyes gleamed a spark
His duty now fulfilled he then vanished into the dark
Our country needs to return to its roots and rekindle old flames,
Grab on to those old values and uphold those sacred names.
If our founding fathers could see the moral decline we have allowed to take place,
They would call us traitors and a land that has fallen from grace.
Our values have declined so that we allow any and all evil to delegate their will,
I for one am sick of it and totally have had my fill.
Christians we are the majority, yet we let the minority dictate to us the way it will be,
Then if this is truly a democracy then it’s time we say enough and let the world see.
Let’s put back into play what has made America the greatest country ever known,
And pray to God that He will forgive us and let His mercies be shown.
We must quickly turn from this path that leads to destruction and ruin,
And set our eyes on the prize and realize the things we are doing.
Our young ones are growing up in a society that has become numb to the truth,
We are to blame for allowing this to happen and it’s wrong and uncouth.
Gay marriages, abortions, when and where will it end?
We have gotten off course and one day God’s wrath, He will send.
Search your heart, search your soul and you will know these words speak true,
This is our country and our children and we are responsible for the things we do.
I love the Lord, I love this country and I pray for my fellow man,
And I know Americans can make it right, I know they can!
My life can't be that sore.
And my trials can't be that bad
Because with God by my side.
I can be in the end no matter what glad
And I want to know God only more.
And that is all can to this date add.
God is my Lord and my guide
And he's the best friend I've ever had.
When someone rejects me and shuts a door
God for me will open another one because God is my Dad.
And even with a broken heart I'll keep my smile and pride
Because with God's love I can't be for too long mad or sad.
Hello lord, look into my eyes; see my sincerity.
Feel my heart warming for only just thee.
I have no prayers for myself; I have been blessed.
My prayer of asking is for those so obsessed.
Show them from inside, they are worth it all.
Tell them in their mind, stand brave and tall.
My other prayer is for you Lord; you are forever.
Belonging to all of heaven and earth’s endeavor,
I know your spirit continues until end of time.
Take all that default you make them sublime
Jesus Christ to this World came
To save us just the same
By God the Father was sent
And Jesus knew, what that meant!
But Jesus to His Father still obeyed
And for us His Precious Blood He's shed!
He loved us so much just as well
Even though we all failed and had fell!
Jesus knows it all and doesn't care
He loves us just the way we are!
He was beat-up so bad and crucified
And for you and me in the Cross He died!
The convicts day of reckoning had finally come,
Only hours left he sat in his cell pondering and feeling glum.
Thoughts on what brought him here, and the terrible things he had done.
Just wanting life easy and a life filled with fun.
Sitting in his cell, he hadn’t really thought about dying it seemed so far away,
Then one day he woke up and realized today is the day.
Now time is the issue and his soul still wasn’t saved,
He had heard the story about Jesus and how He had risen from the grave.
All these years he had wasted and now was he too late?
To ask for forgiveness or was hell to be his only fate?
He fell to his knees in his cell all alone,
And cried out to Jesus, Lord please pick up your phone.
Lord the things that I’ve done I know they were wrong and I can’t take them back,
Lord I beg for forgiveness just once before I die I wish to know that at least I tried to get on the right track.
Then something from within felt so warm as he stood to his feet,
Like knowing the meaning of love, this was all new and wonderfully neat.
Just a few minutes later the old preacher entered in with the warden,
And they stood there and sniffed the air and said smells like somebody’s rose garden.
The warden said son it’s time and the preacher started to pray,
And the convict patted the old preacher and said, preacher I’m going to be in a better place before the end of this day.
They strapped him to the gurney and he took his punishment in stride,
With peace on his face as he left this world, not one tear was shed not one person cried.
His soul lay shredded on the bed,
I thought that surely he was dead
his eyes were open like a corpse,
I felt the twisting of remorse,
Perhaps I should have spared
but no,I tore him all apart
I meant to stay a hundred years
but life kept right on changing gears,
and he got caught between the cogs,
The bedroom spins,
my eyesight fogs,
Who am I now?
I want to cry,
a heartless soul,
to watch him die?
He who saved me from the past,
who combed my hair ,
who cut the grass.
But god knows Boring was his name,
and there you were,
a living flame,
I couldn't live without your scope,
your visions and your dreams of hope,
The mundane man became my grave,
I couldn't live and be his slave,
not while you waited to implore,
a gust of angels at my door,
How could I choose his pale request
when I had passion as a guest,
and madness played out in the fire,
of destiny and blind desire,
so there he lies,and waits to know,
if I will stay,or will I go,
and as I turn to say Goodbye,
I close the door...........
and hear you cry.
Peace and love comfort me,
mercy and strength surround me.
Forgiveness and salvation are mine;
JESUS CHRIST is my everything.
Within my heart He plants each silent partner
that strengthens me.
I saw an unsaved man and I knew his pain,
Wandering through a life that is tarnished and stained.
With a hollow feeling inside his soul,
That can’t be satisfied with silver or gold.
His days are long and his dreams torment,
Cause he hasn’t opened up his heart and received the love our Savior has sent.
Not giving trust to the one that can fill that void and make him complete,
He follows in the path that leads straight to destruction and defeat.
His eyes are on man and their sinful ways,
Not realizing how short lived is this game he plays.
He has little children and they look to him,
And he doesn’t even realize they’re more precious than gems,
It’s a fathers place to set examples and goals,
Make sure they receive everything they need to save their souls.
What excuse will he give God come Judgment Day,
When their souls are lost what will he say?
Wait, what is this happening, I see him kneeling down?
And tears are streaming down but where’s the frown?
Why he finally got the clue, he figured out what to do.
He gave his heart to Jesus, now what about you?
“Seven Times seventy Seven”
Locked inside a room behind a wooden door;
A young man is imprisoned there; who will be free no more.
You can often hear him screaming; behind the walls so thick;
And you may often hear the clicking, as at the lock he picks.
He’s young and quite ill tempered; wearing vengeance like a badge;
You can hear him yelling let me out; I can handle this he brags.
It’s true when he was leader; very few would cross his path;
But the other one who’s part of him; is offended by his wrath.
So the thinker takes his chances; he’s prepared to mend his wounds;
After all he has imprisoned; he who could bring doom..
He gives no weight to retributions; for he walks a narrow road;
He must not be distracted; for his life is to be showed.
Tread softly on my dreams,
For they are frail and elusive things.
I hold them closely to my heart.
That is my most tender part.
I can't lose sight of them today.
They're all I have to make me stay.
I'll let you share my dreams with me,
But they're my dreams, can't you see?
I let you in my heart long ago,
And now I'm so afraid you'll go.
The hurt, the harm, it cuts so deep,
It breaks my heart and makes me weep.
My dream is you and has always been,
That is why--here I stay even when--
To avoid the pain, my mind says go,
But I can't because I love you so.