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A burst of white light
gamma rays, overbearing
a flash of brilliance
burns through to my soul
everything is like hell
the world starts to melt
in the blink of an eye
just the cold blackness
I don't care if I am not again
what I once was, for at this moment
I am greater now
than ever before
I took the path between
teetering, tight roping walking
right up to my right
divined in my unholy state
I thought I told you
I am your king
still you sit there, hesitating
I know you hate me
what does that mean?
I hate just about everything
still I'm chosen
I did not wish before
now bow down to me
refuse me no more
for I shall always be your demon
until you accept me as your King.
I don't even know you
though you say we used to be
best of friends, you and me
the day you ditched me
I remember now
exactly how it played out
back when we were just tiny things
even back then I still was King
you thought me stupid
just a ruse
I would laugh inside, you see?
not one of you single, mean people
ever even knew me
in a world, mostly seen to me
that is why only I can be your true King
and bring forth a new source
of light everlasting.
As two worlds collide slowly aligned
one wrapped in shadows
one bathed in white
evils swirling in the clouds above
I'll always be the king you love
to hate or despise as in your blood
I thought I told you, I am the one
I am the way, the way out shall be shown
breathe in my spirit as it carries you away
breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space
and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough
higher than you've ever dreamed of
for I am king now, and your in my hell
your in my imagination, I'll just never tell
you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now
if you try and see
you were always found the most
shared in the light cast upon me
the last bright star in heaven.
Denounce my name, if you may
One year later, still not afraid
A black sheep, a darkened spade
That's just life, I'm not right
I'm in the wrong, follow along
Like a piper, I'll pitch a song
Mesmerized, the weak wills sing
I thought he told you, he's still our king.
Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.
Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
Without these we would fall oh so far.
Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
As we are condemned, we are resolute.
We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom.
Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
While we give our thanks and recompense.
Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child,
Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.
Desert Wanderer with not a cup-
I'll hold you tight and lift you up-
I'll give you aid and lend my strength-
And take you far, to a great length-
To see your safety and a healthy smile-
You are worth life, have no self- denial-
I promised you in, a time now gone past-
That my love forever, surely shall last-
For you are my Desert Wanderer dreary-
Take this sorrow and be your eyes so teary-
I promise you now, and in the here after-
You will find love, placed inside my laughter-
We will stay one, toghether and all-
Always shall I be waiting for your call-
My Desert Wanderer with not a cup-
Hold my hand, I will lift you up-
"MARLON" my Man
you are a genuine friend,
loyalty to the bitter end and
back again! Like A enigma
bonded to the hip: (unbroken).
You've been here *NO MATTER*
what I have thrown at you.
We've shredded tears; had some
good laughs; talked about love n'
lost love: we have walked against fire,
and broke the ice and survived it all....
As we continue this journey,as friends
for LIFE.... I will walk through water, as
Blood brothers!! To thee ends of the earth
Written By: Carma Sanderson,
THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO "MARLON" A TRUE FRIEND TO THE END
Entered in Onery Best Friends Contest
Sponsored By: Carol Brown
My Parents Did Their Best To Raise Me
As a child, my parents did their best to raise me.
Teaching me about God, because they loved me!
They taught me God’s ways,.
This was their intention.
They read the Bible,
with an undivided attention.
Each day I awoke. I was glad mom
and dad where there.
Especially when we gathered
around the table in prayer.
The many times we spent together I haven’t forgot.
I’m so thankful for the Christian values taught.
The values helped shape me into
what I am today.
And have helped keep me on “the narrow way.”
I believe many of these values
are being discarded.
Even before many families are being started.
A respect for God’s word seems
to be a thing of the past.
It’s no wonder many relationships don’t last.
God’s principles must be our daily ambition.
His love must be our rock and a TRUE foundation!
We must seek his purpose
and divine way of living.
It’s HIS example that must be our way of giving!
Giving to others kindness and love
that binds us as one.
Through the witness we have in Christ… His son!
May God bless our hearts and
homes in one accord.
As we give our attention
to Jesus Christ our Lord!
By Jim Pemberton 10/01/11
Have You Been Hurt By “Religion”?
Are you tired of “religious people”
knocking at your door?
You wish they’d leave... “You can’t take it anymore!”
Have you been hurt by “church people” sometime in the past?
Somehow they hurt you... And the pain continues to last…
Have you been “wounded” by something
somebody has said?
Perhaps you wonder if “they wish you were dead…”
Perhaps there’s someone that you
may have “befriended…”
They have done something that
has hurt you and “offended.”
There’s probably many people that you wish would “go away.”
Because of something they’ve
done to “darken your day.”
I’ve been there many times… Believe me I know.
How someone’s actions or words can hurt your soul.
Even those who go to church are
often not very kind.
And they don’t hesitate to
give you “a piece of their mind.”
Religion is not the answer. Look to Jesus
and the life he gives!
He alone has the power to love
and completely forgive!
It’s only in his shed blood that you can find atonement.
He can change your life now! This very moment!
He can heal your broken heart and wounded spirit.
An everlasting joy and love... He freely gives it!
He can do what no “church” or “religion” could ever do
He can restore your life today.
And make you BRAND NEW!!!
By Jim Pemberton
WALK WITH ME DOWN TO THE SHORE;
ACROSS THE SAND DUNES TO THE OCEANS DOOR;
HAND IN HAND WE STROLL TOGETHER WHILE WET SEA SALT
STINGS OUR FACE; STILL WE WALK ALONG THE BEACH IN SEARCH
OF TREASURES BEYOUND OUR REACH.
AS WAVES LONG BEAT, AGAINST THE BROKEN ROCKS,
LEAVING ABSTRACT IMPRINTS ON HIGH CLIFFS HEARTS;
ALLOW THE BATTERED ROCKS TO RELY ON THE OCEANS WATCHFUL EYES.
LET OUR TWO SOULS STAY WITHIN THE MIST;
FOR THE OCEANS ROARING SHALL PRESIST.
SCREAMING TALE OF DISTANT LANDS, UNSEEN RACKAGE, UNTOLD
SWELLS OF THE OCEANS JOURNEY TO OUR BACK DOOR.
WALK WITH ME TO THE SHORE LINE WHERE WE FIRST MET; EYE TO EYE;
SIT WITH ME, LOOK BEYOUND SEA'S EDGE, GIVE YOUR SELF TIME TO
HEAR IT'S VOICE, VIEW IT BRILLANCE OF HOW LIFE ENDURES.
SHE SPEAKS OF LIFE THAT SCREAMS TRUTHS THROUGH SEA SHELLS
WASHING UP TREASURES THAT KNOW US WELL;
ON THE SANDS OF HER BELLY.
AS WE FIND OUR PLACE AMONG THE ROCKS; BROKEN HEAVY WITH LADEN HEART;
WE TAKE A SEAT AND WATCH THE VIEW; AS IF STEALING A SUNSET FROM A FORBIDEN
BRILLIANT INSPIRING BREATH TAKING GASP AS I LOOK TO YOU, FOR THERE IS NO
OTHER OCEAN LIKE YOU.
The black river mills are seen in the distance
The red skies show spiraling, gray clouds
The earth is man’s canvas
And the mills slowly mix the paint
We have seen the devastation
We have felt the desperation
Some of us wallow in our watercolor
And leave the canvas blank
The mills crush their bones to the bottom
Mixing them nicely into the paint
People are pushed in without thought
Others go in willingly
The river mills are closer to my view
And my brush is stiff and unused
Women and children walk alongside the rivers
The elderly follow and sometimes shake their heads
On a cliff, I watch them all
My brushstroke stiff and worthless
Shakily I climb down the precarious cliff
Brush in hand
Canvas in view
Watching people suffer in the paint of their mistakes
People wanting to be part of the picture
I never desired this. . .
I wanted to create a masterpiece
The women and children are gone
I see a little black boy standing alone
He is watching me curiously
Tears in his eyes
He is a watcher
He was born to suffer
He never desired this either
The boy smiles sadly and takes my hand
“It’s okay. I understand.”
I shed digital tears
And program some control
It is quiet, save for the sound of the river mills
It has mixed well
The colors are astounding
“Are you sure you want to stay?”
The boy nods.
“No one wants me mixed with them.”
He is a creator
He is a watcher
I dip my brush into the churning waters
I then hand it to the little black boy
“The world is your canvas now. . .” I whisper.
It was NEVER mine to meddle with. . .
And we are set apart for a reason
But together we are incomparable
Sometimes in our life an angel comes,
To spend some time with us below.
The time may last but only a short time,
Or it may last a life time filled with love.
Sometimes in life an angel comes
To guide us along when life is rough
And our faith is low. They come
And stay until we are on our way.
Sometimes when life seems all down hill'
An angel comes to clear the way,
To bring the sun on a cloudy day.
God sent you an angel to light your way.
As much joy as she brought to you'
You also gave to her when your lives entwined.
Within you she will always be.
So when your heart is down and sadness is around
Just reach down deep inside and feel
The warmth of her love come shinning through'
For she will always be but a kiss away.
Sometimes in life an Angel comes
To bring to you the comfort of God's love.
When Robin Hood hides in our wood
I shall not turn him out
I'll let his merry gentlemen
Hang all their bows about.
So when a swaggering M.P.
Comes riding by alone
The arrows of the hidden host
Will ring against the stones.
The horse rears up,the man looks round
To see what's caused the stir
And what he sees amidst the trees
Is green men everywhere
Let him complain to Sheriffs all.
The green men will be gone.
When soldiers come to hunt them out
They've vanished every one.
The forests of England are the home
Of rabbit,deer and game.
The green men live their natural life
And we should do the same.
let us all take to the greenwood life
And feel the strength of trees
They do not change at every poll,
Nor do just what they please.
In Nature all is linked to one
And one to all extends.
If we could change our cut throat ways
Maybe all could be friends.
The hearts and souls of all of us,
Form a great human wood.
So let the love we feel be shared,
And heard for the common good.
If everyone is given their place
Then Robin could go home
His men would not be in my wood,
And M.P.'s could safely roam.
Let us all sing,"Robin for King,"
"We all want Robin Hood."
"He took the money from the rich
To be spent for the common good.