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The Gift To God, I Gave To Give -

To myself to I, to God I asked
what nature of sample shall I give,

the tribute must be something, already possessed
and not a thing to be acquired or easily accessed,
what type of treasure, what placid pleasure,
what measure of scintillating success should be expressed,

many feelings, dealings, winnings and blessings I have
like the menificent merchant of an ageless & melancholy market,
however I am disinterested in the buying & selling of impressive items,
something of my core should be present, priceless, respirative,

multitudes give Deity thick thanks in pompous prayers
or grim graveling of worship,
others offer animal immolation or coin from shallow pocket,

as does everyone I experience the panic of pain,
that terrible teacher of no remorse whose curriculum 
makes carion of cowards,
but as a student of Life and thus a pupil of pain
I realised that my mind can be a calm cistern,
my heart a coffer of adversity's copious rewards,

the determination is made,
my proudest possession, enlightenment derived from pain,
enchanting and admonishing like the howls hungry beasts,
a gift of character, a jewel of dreams manifest,
God accepted and said,
" Someone, somewhere, somehow is suffering to better feats" -

J.A.B.


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Poem for a sleeping child

Poem for a sleeping child   


There’s a wish to wander in your cool innocence
and cruise the thoughttides of no
responsibility—so easily you wipe your
shoeless feet on the ever waiting door
mat of socialization. How can I help you keep your 
tender "souls" intact—your tread from
wearing thin out of align so as not to
fall flat. Your easy grace put to an 
unfair test of ill-will winds blowing
carelessly at your soft back. I long for your sweet
calm at rest so deep so empty filled with
solid happiness—you know you are loved 
beyond any measure that’s human or infinite. If
I could walk with you for a moment and peek
quietly at your conscience-----but no-it's yours  
and no Dooleys allowed. Forgive me to 
want to intrude on your ever pleasant play-would you
share with me like the kernel of rice or
squashed raisin-I might, but only if we all
can go. Keep it hold it for as long as you
can-as it suddenly disappears without a trace
never to be found again lest you become your 
own sondaughter and learn to bask on 
the outside looking in—---and be content. I 
will live to never intrude on your soulspace,
but will always knock first. I am sorry ahead 
of time for any pain I cause—for my mat 
was torn treaded , muddy and ragged—my
sleep had no wanting witness. But I promise
to watch over you      all ways.

Dave Collins collincd. Song, Poem for a sleeping child, by Kevin Ubanks
Spring 1991


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GREAT HEART

It takes a man with fiery guts
To stand the heat of the spiteful lots
Of little greats still untamed
And future stars still unnamed.

The sweat never ceased to fall
And the stress really took a toll
But success came out after all
Making the stress worthy of all.

Though no thanks be said or showed
And no hats be tipped or bowed
Always remember you are beloved
By those hearts you ploughed and sowed.


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To Duke

I woke up from the cradles of slumber
My morning eyes opened slowly
My mind frolicked and sang with peace
Remembering your words 
So kind, so memorable were they!
So sweet, so genuine are you!
The mere thought of you takes away the assertive blue

It is a wonder I have come across your mind
It is a blessing like no other—a true, treasurable find!
And there are no words that can truly give you the honor you deserve
But take these, please!
And know there is so much more. . .
So much more that I wish to offer you

Your never-ending thoughtfulness and attention
Has filled me with unremitting appreciation
You really are a beautiful light to my world
Cheering my melancholy with joy
I have never found someone quite like you
And that is the beauty of it all
Finding the gold
The sunlight smiling for your marvelous shine
Finding truth
There is just no other like you!
I would never turn my eyes away
There is just no possible way

That is a blessing I count close to the heart
Finding you, such a rare piece!
Finding you in a churning world of excitement and chaos
Finding you with such delight and gratitude

Thank you so much, Duke!
Thank you for being you!

-Dedicated to a very fine poet named Duke Beaufort-


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


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Lament to Lone Coyote

This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.

Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.

Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.

You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.


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Because They Play the Game

Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing 
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream 

--------------------------------------------------------------

Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
  
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
   the mighty Big Red.

And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were 
   known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
   add to Big Red’s might.

I stand in awe of Sooner Magic.  No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
   glorified the name.

Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
                                              
                                 They play the game.


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Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


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Inside Me

When I am gone
Remember me
For the good times we had
The moments that I was able
To make you happy,
even if for very, a very short time
I would, if I could make those moments sublime
in time
When you forget about me
I shall never be angry, I will never envy
For you shall always remain
Inside me


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COURAGE

COURAGE



Courage,
Beloved child of love, 
Help me overcome fear
As to sacrifice my ego
On the altar of
Devotion!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
     9 January 2013


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The Children

Leave me the hell alone she cries
Inside her aching head
I've had much more than I can take 
Sometimes I feel I'm dead
Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake 
Alone on Calvarys Hill
How much can a body take 
When your mind has had its fill
 
A light so bright and hopeful
A picture perfect birth
A world of wonder, laid before
This seedling of the earth
To nurture's but a wistful dream
A momentary lapse
A father wrapped up in himself
A mom lost in her past
 
Can harm I do while wishing
The Angels gentle hands
Embrace this failing empty shell
This web of empty strands
A love of love itself it seems
Of passion and desire
Turns Sailors into monsters
And Mothers into liars
 
What makes a wonder wonderful
What makes a blessing blessed
'Tis you alone we come to know
When not so self- obsessed
Lord, help us not to lose your light
And wallow in the dirt
And help instead to nurture
All we're given at our birth
 
A wish alone can guide us
If truth is what we seek
Protect the weak and hungry
The burdened and the meek
Lord, make me strong enough to show
The children in my care
Their path is guided by your light
Their Souls are in your care
 


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A New Day

I see the whispers of a new day upon the dew laden ground
I must awaken my soul to the new start that I have found
Way beyond the valley floor I seek a new day
I travel lightly as I wander and begin to pray

Sketched among the larkspur and daffodils I find solace
I wander to an ageless maple tree and find quiet justice
Yonder above a time worn cliff I see magic brewing
An eagle and its young are beginning breakfast chewing

Wandering along I see Gods' magic paintbrush everywhere
Tokens of a new beautiful day is upon me to share
I kindle my restless heart with a truth in knowing
That I have found my savior at what He is showing




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An Ode to a Very Young Poet

Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills,
I write of Aaron Guttery
Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would,
By simply reading his poetry
With a pen in hand and vast of oceans of ink
He's ready to tackle the world, swim or sink
He's been here, just thirteen years on God's green earth
And already he knows the difference between price tag and worth
It's not about package, for that's just flashy covering for the stuff kept inside
Though very talented he doesn't gloat - but recalls how Satan's first sin was pride
He had a brave and humble mission to show us the world in a totally different light
When things are tough you can't just wait for the storm to pass,
You adjust the sails and face the night
The world is a top and we simply tag along for the ride
Unaware of those that have to fight just to survive
He wrote raps like Misfit - telling everyone he was an outsider looking in
But he also wrote Irreplaceable - exposing the heart of gold hidden within
Through all the hard times and he still exalts the Savior
It's written right there in black and white, you can see it through his behavior
He told me once "I don't believe I have anything to envy".
But I can plainly see that's just not true
Through the solace of mind to pen, and pen to paper, he sees clearly
There's just no way around it, words are stuck on him, like stubborn glue
Men four times his age are still looking for "the next big thing"
Still not knowing how precious little joy that brings
To relish in the temporary, with all your might,
To fall in love with a moment that's born to die
All the while the questions that were worthy of asking
Are held up above like so many stars in the sky
Keep writing on, my friend. You affect the world than you know.
There is much more life in store for you
And I hope you share it with us all, as you continue to grow
Keep your feet on the ground and head in the clouds
Life ain't a library, so if you got something to say, shout it out loud
Those that matter will listen with their ears perked to the extreme
And those that just roll their eyes aren't worthy of being apart of your dream
Never ditch your sense of true importance,
Life will throw curveballs, and at times you'll even spit out teeth
But I've seen your resilience and have no doubt
That no matter what, you'll continue to follow your feet



NOTE: Aaron Guttery is a poet here on P-Soup. I wrote this because I believe his work needs to be more known... come take a look at his page :)


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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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Heart

Heart by © Theresa Rossouw
 
Marshmallows bright some are mushy, soft, weak, jellyfish swimming in a cesspool of uncommitted, unloyal, uncaring mud. Their kindness a show, a facade, a mask. They never finish a single task. Don't father or parent, of commit themselves to anyone or anything, hollow and empty they never like a rose will bud. 

Leathery, cracked and torn, some or sacks of sorrow, weary
 and worn. Leaking tears and sighs they hide behind barriers, windows and walls, their misery, an echo through its passages and halls. Never yielding or trusting they flower not, the reason for living and loving,forgot. 

Dark, musty, and spidery are those who have sold their joy to fright and fear, as evil, they allow to move in and draw near. No caring, shame, or guilt, conscience or love will you find here. Only sulphur, and stench and joy in your misery and pain, there power, their gain. 

Open, free, uncaring, always giving are some, like shops without doors, they allow one to take and steal, trusting too easily, ending up shattered, ruptured and torn. Mending fast, plasters all over their wall, they always get up and stand up tall. Forgiveness their greatest weakness.
 
Sunbeams, bright and shiny, lighting up the world, some are darkness breakers and happiness makers. Their trust, and loyal devotion, always put great and wondrous events in motion. Light and sweet, gentle and meek, they are the ones everybody wants to keep. Their gift an eternal one, they are the precious jewel, from the Son.


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BIRTHDAY ODE



May grace bring peace and calm
As each day lifts
A certain charm
In wondrous gifts.


May dream greet pulse and tact
As moments come
In spur of acts
That match fond sums.


May thought merge with fond will
As feelings tell
A tale of fill
To cast new spells.


May feel attract bold form
As if to speak
Of inner norms
That force new peaks.


May work and play align
As purpose stays
On sure design
That knows the way.


May voice greet choice that moves
As passion streams
Each path and groove
To set the dream.




Leon Enriquez
30 August 2014
Singapore


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Musings of Mother

"I shall be telling this with a sigh" Robert Frost My thoughts they roil like waters dark in the abyss of blackest night with memories of mother’s book marks of Longfellow read by lamp light. She called in the room around me the patter of other small feet, her gentle voice fetched angels Oh, rhymes how they astounded me like lullabies soft and so sweet. All fearsome shadows, she’d dispel Maxine, my queen read Tennyson and the Charge of the Light Brigade a little girl dreamt of caissons roll and thunderous cannonades. To be so brave the small child mused mother’s small, precious, heroine what would it take to stand so strong without father, and not confused What words where the linchpin to right mother’s tell tale wrong. Such sad inspiration*.. mother but a champion you were born. You’re adored before all others yet, tears bring memories forlorn. So, dreams stream on of Mother Goose three kittens and their mittens. My visions of your fleeting smile return almost every night, and your spirit comforts, lightens sights, if only for a little while.


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To My Ideal Man

The scent of your breath captured my innocence
With those candle-shaped fingers so soft and tender,
The eyes that spark with modesty and sensibility,
I'm yet beginning to lose my own self in the spiral of a never-ending journey.

Your flawless skin is as white as the snow
A perfect soul trapped in s perfect body of a man
Your words are as pure as the quiet lake of dote
With the touch that produces rhythm to  a lifeless dream.

Every blink of your eyes imply affectionate devotion
Your moves are embedded with care and temperance
Staring at me like I'm the only woman on earth
I tried to jump away but you caught me in your supple arms.

you embrace me with security and praises
Worships like I'm an idol to whom you entrust your future
I wish you'd feel the silent desires of my heart
We'll together be floating then in a serene shimmering ocean.

If sleeping is the only medium to spend togetherness,
I would rather wake myself up and start a neophyte search
I'd take all the means to steal you from my mind
Eternally dreaming about the man I've only met from nowhere.

Love me like you're a prince
Be real and forget your home and your origination.


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Why Dose My Love


And if their should ever be
     A LOVE end everlasting
Then, I wish with all my
          Heart, to spend
My life with you'
          And
If their should ever be
        A dream'
An end ever lasting end
Then there is one question?
       ------
Where doe's my love
     Began with you?
          Fore...
You are not a Diamond
You are my Triangle shaped
          Heart!

                 GF


*****Note:*****

The " ' " is not necessary, so you make the inferance..be the " Back Seat Poet".


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Call To Worship




            ************

To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
        Mind's Eye
By His goodness
And by His grace
      ------
A second with
             > GOD <
      ------
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
      ------
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
           And truly..
The most Divine
      ------
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
      That He should bring
      ------
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
          We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
          Amen


                Poet Author
                Gary Fie


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Ode to Vincent

On this cold and rainy morning I wake to the soft sound of your breathing.. 
Your chest slowly moving up and down as you are far off in a land of dreams.

I caress your cheek,
careful not to wake you from what seems to be such a peaceful 
slumber. 

Your skin so warm and soft against my cold hand,
I close my eyes and I drift as your sent fills my nostrils.. 

Slowly moving toward those plump lips, 
they have been neglected of kisses for too long..
Pressing my lips to yours a small moan escapes me.

I feel your hand carefully move from its place of origin, 
on your stomach, to my hip. Urging me closer, the heat rising off your body is so 
inviting.. 

I can hold back no longer. I plunge my tongue into your mouth, past 
teeth, feeling so deep inside as i flick my tongue back and forth.

Soft caresses turn to tight grips, nails claiming flesh, heart pounding.
Moving into position, I climb atop of you..

In my mind
clouds burst.
In reality, gasps for air trying to be caught.

No chance of stopping what I've started. Blurs of light shining from across the room, 
whispers and panting saying "i love you".

In the end.. both left searching for the 
air we had lost, legs unable to move, mind shut down, ecstasy swirling around 
our bodies.


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Ode To Pretty Cat

            Ode To Pretty Cat

My cat has female inclinations when it purrs
It does not speak in English using words
But has a perfect soul
Pretty Cat gets by, with its billowy fur

Prefers not fighting and takes flight
At any sign of danger or such notions
Avoids all confrontations
Wears his fluffy yellow hair like gold
He spreads out on his pillows that are its oceans
Unfolds, unfurls his coat in thick proportions
Spoiled, preened and cleaned in lotions
He’s such a pretty boy

Curtains hang as clouds, as distractions
Such fun and dangling’s, to drag them down, as pleasure toys
We smother him in kisses, emotions and affections 
He’s such a pretty thing
Who simply glows
He’s almost human 
 
It is a life of comforts, slumbering all day 
I would love to be with kitty all the time
But work and life get in the way
So I must work so Pretty Cat can play

It dreams in feline tiny mind expressions
Short cat naps at a time of happy things and smiles
Imagines fish and birds served up in style with some cat nip
Pretty Cat has no place to go so it grows fat
We pet him for hours while he rolls on his back
I just love being with my little friend 
A true city kitty cat

Though he is very old he stays real sweet and pretty
My heart jumps, as it attacks the string I hold
It clings to it and swings with fevered paws
As bright green eyes follow like a tick tock clock
Pendulum like as the one thing in life he likes a lot

It is through comfort found in twine and string
My cat and I find true happiness in things

When I’m with Pretty Cat problems fade far away
Dissolve and melt into tomorrow with no sorrow
Where beauty alone cannot keep his lustrous eyes awake
Our play time has no measure in the hours
I always find pure pleasure with that Pretty cat of mine


Created on 11/04/14 for  “Pets” -Poetry Contest	  
 


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Ode to Maggie

Today I whispered my fears to you --
Wrapped my arms around your hard body
Scales tickling the underside of my arms
You've been keeping my secrets 
     since I was ten
You were barely as big as I 
     now behemoth 
You can almost touch the sky
Reach right up and greet the sun for me
I bury treasures at your feet --
Dig down deep into the earth 
Careful not to tap a single root
You've been the protector of my bounty
     for your entire life
What knowledge you bear, all for a little girl

In gratitude, as proof of Your love 
     You present to me
          One perfect white blossom


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Dreaming Awake Alone

Irony thick, that your drifting brings my dreams.
 Your shallow breath contradicts my labored respiration.
 In slumber you inspire. In sleep your made to tease.
 Yearning for your not embrace, I revel in this bed.
 To touch would ruin pleasure, small distance is sublime.
 Symmetry defined, in lines subtle yet profound.
 To look so long, your pulse captivated my stare.
 Ironic that you're sleeping, yet the dream is mine alone.
 Satisfaction in my hunger. Sated, in naught but your vision. 


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Tooth


When the guest are gone and the weather get's hot.

Face it with drink and  hits the spot.

Do you want to be married or do you want to be right.

The bottle gets lower as you drink till you're tight.

 

Look in the mirror and search for your youth.

All that's found is  you're long in the tooth.

Put on your makeup that gives you ten years.

The friends have gone and you're left with the  tears.

 

Remembers the beauty from the days of your school.

The wine remembers and helps one  to fool.

Long for those days when they bowed at your feet.

Another year older and have lost all your teeth.

 

 

By Patrick Cornwall to my Mother
For I still see your beauty. I love you


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WHAT WE OWE GOD: An Eternal Debt of Praise

a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school
his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool
now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service
he felt that God had no need for his personal worship

some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise
the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised
but what people fail to realize or even comprehend
is that it was God who gave life to them
Creator of the universe and every living being
Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing
Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark
that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God

when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds
one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold
a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower
a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power
He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life
He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice

things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware
times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there
He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs
He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks
an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe
but we're not the only beings who are in the know
the angels in heaven praise His holy name
the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame

created in His image His likeness we now bear
we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares
He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night
He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light
an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due
and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue

God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own
It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone
God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings
He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything
there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command
and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands
and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise
is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised
an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due
because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you
  


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Your Return

When, my Lord, shall You return,
When , to calm my heart in burn?

For, ages, I have searched the skies,
And tears, I shed from aching eyes.

At every thunder roaring high, 
I hope to see the face of Thine.

At every lightning gleaming by,
I hope to meet You in the skies!

For, like a child away from home, 
And like a leaf amidst the storm,

I seek the path I lost, the way
That leads me home when I'm astray.


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SHE IS

She is a masterpiece a goddess a queen a beauty a gem a star a gift She is inspiration creation amazing uplifting caring
She is oneness kindness gentleness She is art life love angelic She is mine human special I need her ! © 2011 Justice Chikandamina


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Notes of Love Chapter

The horn blew as the wind picked the same moment

The note carried over the field and picking up speed

All memories of him drifted away as the bugle went silent

But she remained until the last rose

Later she would remember his last words

He had told her he would never forget her

And like the last star that goes where stars go

She went there as well

She went to that last rose and was comforted

She could feel his hands

She could smell his scent

And she saw the uniform and the horn

They met when he returned from the war and he had limped

He limped with warmth and with no complaint

They had one son  but he did one too many bags

He carried his bags up his arm

And there was no bugle or wind

But there were roses and tears

They got through it with love and his limp

They sat on the porch rocking and remembered

Until his limp grew slower and the horn played

But the rose ...............


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Your Body

Looking at your sexy curves turns me on like never before,
When I see you show tour self to me I get excited and want to explore you like never before.
Caressing your booty and holding you by your hips is like my dream,
entering inside you and pleasuring you while watching you scream. 

When you show your self to me from behind I get way to excited,
Just burying myself in between your love would be like being inspired. 
I want to feel your bodies warmth on my body,
I want to feel your breasts push up against my back and make me horny. 

Touch me with your tiny little hands and make men ask for more,
I don't want to lose this feeling I want to feel your core. 
Now show me what you can do and show me what else you got,
I want to see some more and maybe even a little touch.


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Goodbye, my love - Part II

And now I look down at her, her serene, angelic face
And the slight smile on her lips that has stayed
I think of how peaceful she looks,
In her death, all of her pain has been taken away

The pain has been passed on to me,
But I accept this suffering in all humility
Knowing she suffered much worse and far more,
Forever her pain is now a grander part of me

Now life's worth just our memories, 
Everyday I relive them, our precious love story 
I see her everyday, in the smiles of our four children,
I look forward to their visits, that's what keeps me going

Once I had thought I wouldn't last long,
Would die the very second she was gone
But I'm stronger now, facing her death and this emptiness in my life,
With the strength and courage to me, she passed on. 

Every night my love, when I go to sleep,
I feel u lying next to me,
And everyday on my morning walks, I feel this tinkling in my palm,
As if u were there, holding my hand,
And then I look down and see...your invisible footprints in the sand. 

I smile a little smile then, I knew u couldn't leave,
After all, you promised me eternity 
And It's your presence in my life, that even after you died, has helped me stay alive
And it's your aura around me, that has helped me survive,
The biggest blow God gave me,
When He took you, 'Sabera'...the love and joy of my life, away from me. 


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At Breaking Point

There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you. You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me. If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash. Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven. The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT. I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong. Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties. Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face. When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting.
To Be Continued. Set for Contest!


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Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


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Pyramid-Maker

From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.


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you

you, the one that I desire 
fuel, thrown on a white hot fire 
burning, slowly higher and higher 
erasing, all those that were prior 

you, a light that shines on me 
a  sea, that flows upon my beach 
into shadows, far in you reach 
showing, all that we can be 

you, the one that holds me close 
hiding, things I want to know 
flickering, brightly the candle glows 
wax, forms thick, and pools below 

you, ease my mind, sooth the pains 
losing, ground with what I gain 
sun, shining after the monsoon rain 
you remain—you remain


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Come On, And Join Me

Come on my men, come back to rail,
And stop to shy away from duty at hand;
Now wear the steel, shed off the frail,
And join me we journey as a stronger band.

We can't up hands while we be called men,
And lose the Game and earn the Shame;
Let's add to nine one-- that becomes ten,
Something stronger; a form of fame.

Come on my men, join me at it,
We be a bold band none can break;
Watching friend's back though hardest be hit,
Never turning back until victory we make.

Aiming higher ever, never settling for less,
Yearning to be the leading lad or lass;
Doing by the rewarding art of stick-to-it-ness,
Building better to best, as the bee does.


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A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


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DARLING DEAR

...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

...alive,
the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that
inspires,

of the everlasting.


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Gone Pt 2

And I see your back dragging the luggage.
That is all that is left.
Sitting with the ashes
You surrendered and won.
I see your white hat and the sun.
I had to see you in your glory
The parade was over before you could enjoy.
Ticker tape as those puzzles you loved.
You were brilliant.
Piecing each colored paper.
Only you could see and the clock ticking
And your not here.


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~La' Luna De' Morte'~

~La' Luna De' Morte'~


As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss

Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee

Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve

Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...

...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!


~AZAZA~'09


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Gone Pt 1

I see you in the reflection of my thoughts.

A few here a few there we should have but we didn't.

The laughs all stopped but the light was still green.

Now it takes longer but we still get it done.

One more time and we just keep moving.

Paths are different now.

Trees are taller, reaching.

Vines dragging and the pulling.

Those lovely red roses are hiding.

And they were loved as you.

Gone.


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ODE TO THE ONE I SEEK part 1

ODE TO THE ONE I SEEK part 1
Alone I am but not lonely
The you I sought is the one homely 
Why do you from me hide your face?
A search for you is a maze

My gift to imagine and figure, for you worked not
I cried blood because you made me humane
I never knew, you were this close
It hurt me that you’re near a toe 

Love was not what I seek
Greatness is my early morning milk
However, full in knowledge you made meek
How can I express with voice when my hand is sharp

God never told me, there is love
Now you have a spell over me, my dove
Give me time that I may see your glow
Tell me if I am a sinner and I will wear a saintly glove


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Oh, Father

Tear me not from Thee apart,
And fill with love, this weakened heart.

Give me hope, I seek to see,
Give me courage to worship Thee.

I give myself in Thy mighty hands, 
Shield me in the desert sands.

Hide me from the devil's eyes,
Restrict my tongue from telling lies.

Purify my sinful soul,
Make me always bright and bold.

Encourage me to fight for Thee, 
Prepare me for my victory!



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' TOOTHY FRUITY FAITH ODE '

============================================================ Blind...with the beauty and symmetry of nature Can't espy the astonishing and sedate scenes of ardour Just living with the greatest and blindest darkness Imageless and almost senseless... Deaf...with the mellifluous and profound music of amity Can't harken the serene and blithe tune of natural creativity Just living with my own nothingness Dumb and almost senseless... Mute...can't explode feelings and heartstrings through words and expositions Can't speak and expound my real emotions Can't shout out loud, just living with silence - soundless Dumb and almost senseless... Paralyzed...can't accomplish what was desired to achieve Can't act, can’t execute, can’t move - there's no relieve Just living with myself, occupied by loneliness Cripple and now USELESS Balked, feeble, depraved, weak - a YOUNG LOSER Living with the lies through one's teeth? Will never be ... And will never SURRENDER Still BREATHING BELIEVING... KNEELING... PRAYING... ~~~Armed to the TEETH with Faith and Devotion~~~ ============================================================


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Independence Rock

A soliloquy comes over me as a testament to this great rock.
The names and dates and markings from generations ago unlock, 
those that past this way on foot and ox and horse,
and those that never made it here; to chisel and endorse.

Silent now are the graves that sit beside this place,
and the thousands that pass by and give respect to unknown names.
A rot-iron fence sit's where some say they lay
the children that may have died here;  is also where they played.

Stone scratched history, tar and paint,   
the rolling Sweetwater accentuates,
this giant rock where thousands now have trod,
left with only the name, 
of Independence Rock.


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HIS WEALTH 2

our children dacing
dacing at the sight of lighted bulbs
like when the eclipse occured
but their hope dashed

but his wealth  is intact
for his greatest grand children
children that are more equal
more equal than the others

our mouths now salivates
on seeing mere nuts
like dogs for bones
bones of our lost sons

sons last seen on april
april of the pools
pools of ballots
ballots of inec

our stomach now speak
speak like the dogs
dogs that came beyond the sea
but they have learnt
learnt to look
look since their demands were not meet

our youths now play in moonlight
play games in the sand
games out of fustration
fustration  due to lack of job

our graduates now employed
employed in barrow pushing company plc
with first class honours
obtained from war front

our universities now battle fields
our wards soliders
only to come home
with paper to prove it

all their hopes in it
in the designed paper
paper that cannot feed
even the fetus in the woman

they made him believe them
them that are beyond the sea
that his wealths are safe
though they beautify their land with it

he knew not that the value of  
his wealth has been used
used to tare their roads
used to build schools
used to build hospitals
used to make things better
used to empower their people
used to make them what they claim
those beyond the sea

though his wealth are safe
it have generated hundred times
to say the least, its worth
he claims to be rich,

the cock that crew
the dogs that bark
the cricket that creaks
the youths that riots
the children that cries

all are saying in Unison
wake up and behave
like a black though are
for our blood flows in you

let them know that we have an origin
our origin so strong
our strenght so wisely use
our wisdom cannot be decieved

wake up and take from them
the wealth they took from us
wake up and suprise them
and make our homes the dream land

the dream land of our fathers
those that fought till sleep came
and those that still wait for sleep to emerge

wake up and let them know
that our wealth we can manage
to make our homes eden
the eden our fathers lived in

For our tribes are stong
as strong as the lion
the lion accros the equator
our home the heart of Africa


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HIS WEALTH 1

HIS WEALTH

He was renowned for farming 
ploughing lands as large as atlantic  
but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea
beyond the sea all he got

Down here, his roof leaks
his town roads untared
they make use of his wealth
to paint their town more white

he thinks his wealth is safe 
but the value they use
promising him security and secrecy
to shut their mouth from his people

his pots occupied
by cockroach and rats
as had been aboandoned by his wife
his children grow everyday
developing big belly and head

He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp
but he claims to be rich
his children goes fishing to pay their fees
the school fees he has refused to pay

they built a school for their wards
and beg them to look inside papers
nobody pays a penny
those are the people beyond the sea

his wealth is intact
but had been used
times without number for their anuual budget
they beyond the seas

Worms leak his intestine
and his offsprings from six to two
he took their looks to the people
the people beyond the sea

they gave him a name "Malaria"
Malaria took them all
contented he came
carring no less for his kwashiokor wards

His bicycle like buried iron
yet he appears before his kinsmen
to speak in language that tingles
they smirk at him

though the gods let him live
his expliots and wealth
managed and utilized by the people
the people beyond the sea

he claims to be learned
while they have brain washed him
he trusted them
and left our heritage

the gods forbide
our black heritage
that our fathers died to protect
like our brotherly love

Our heritage
that forbade greed
he forgot our maxim
that of Unison

him that our fathers gave the "Ofor"
the Ofor that represents power
power to protect our interest
our black interest

the gods bear us witness
witness of our unquenched suffering
starving in front of plenty
plenty at the so called bank

banks beyond the sea banks
the name for their civilised theft
theft because they use the value
the value of your wealth
to reinforce themselve

the Ofor has fallen
from his hands
the gods has departed  from him
but he will not believe

our chambers now lagoons
lagoons from the light shawers
our tables now canoes
and soup spoons paddle

mosquitoes now our pets
nursing our children
our working age amended
starting from 6  to sleep

our heads now bald
not from age
but from fetching water
water from the eden 


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Body Of Christ

Silence is the ultimate
In the praises' of the Lord
      It seeps' of servility
         And trembles'
With remote authentic'
Unbothered change
              -
  But with Servealty
              -
Fore He hath given us
         So much
For so long and so fully
 Well, I commend thee
I give to him all the praise
           And the dominion
Over man fore it is his privy
                 -
         Never the less
                 -
I shall give unto him all of my
            Abidance in being
Hail to all that which is His
In-order that I may be
Sanctimoniously entangled
       And enthralled
                 -
Fore I am at your feet


                GF


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Unwelcomed Houseguest

I stayed at your house, I thought would be fine
I thought I'd be welcomed caused you stayed at mine
I cleaned your house, moped your floors to
You made me feel like mud on the bottom of your shoe

At my house you were lazy thought you were a queen
but I didn't complain, didn't want to be mean
At my house you were welcomed to do as you pleased
even gave you a key made you feel at ease
 
At your house I was snubbed, made to feel like a fool
God forbid I'd talk too loud, or break some other rule
You were a stranger to me yet, I took you in, I thought
we were closer, even considered you a friend

But you turned on me, forgot the things I'd done
considered you part of the family for the sake of my son
But turns out you were only a disappointment at best
thought you were kinda special, sorry, but you failed the test

I guess it brought you pleasure to treat me like you did
you had no respect for me, you acted like a kid
It's kinda sad things turned out this way, it didn't
have to be
All it took was a softer heart, but you wasted time hating me
I hope to never be your houseguest again, and I hope
you're never mine
because never laying eyes on you again, would suit me just
fine.


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EVE

Wanted to write something so special 
That you would not be able to resist
Coming to me
Could not find any word
That suits this beautiful soul of yours
I searched the horizon
Could not find anything
That could neither compliment nor compare
Again and again 
I looked every corner every where
Here at last in stand in the gardens of heaven
If Eve was not created first 
Nay Jo would have been here


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Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.


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red wine and old men

Old men and red wine (Portugal)

In the bodega old men drink red wine (never white)
They are proud of their elderliness and solves 
The worlds many problems; something about keeping 
your head down and work hard. 

Then as shadows fall and night approaches, they go 
home to wives who scold them gently for smelling of wine
 but they do hope to meet their old friends tomorrow 
afternoon at the bodega.  

Not many bodegas left now, big wooden caskets of wine, 
sink counter and stone floors, wine bars are taking over, 
bottles of showy wine with posh labels like that should 
have anything to do with friendship.


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 4)

You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was 
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally, 
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of  
immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed 
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed 
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…

I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning 
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your 
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let 
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the 
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…

Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an 
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till 
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart, 
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of 
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse 
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…


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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 1)

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when
I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this 
solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...

I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an 
owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
My body shivered, internally tingling n’ with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could 
not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace…

Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing “Oh my Immortal”  n’ your 
poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n’ there within returned the 
memory of your handsome androgynous face…
I said… “Come let my hands play upon your skin” n with my thoughts gathering to replay a 
scene across time of broken hearts n’ love’s abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n’ 
a touch of a feather upon my face…

I’ll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your 
pleasure n’ pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind 
heralds your scent n’ presence unto me…
I’ll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell 
has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were  your 
destiny n’ you summoned me to transcend my mortality n’ the meaning of silent words at 
play this day…

Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I 
no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess’s 
providence…
Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n’ pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on 
top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling 
your ashes n’ bones returned to dust…


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LOVERS

Love and romance wrapped them
She could hear the beating of his heart,
Memories cascaded through their minds
It seems like old times again;
Staring at the fiery horizon-
Apparantly transfixed...
Mesmerized by the magnificent scene
Looking into his dark and mysterious eyes
A moments of silence followed-
Love was on the air.
The fire exists...
Yet still, the feelings are mutual
Time and distance-
Dare not to extinguish,engulfed them.
Music played in their hearts,
It was going to be FOREVER.


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Daniel

It's hard really; To describe you in one word, But if I had to, you'd be my Best friend. Maybe that counts as two words; So I'll try again, You are my Everything. But that still doesn't give you justice, you're always there for me when I need you You fogave me when I was horrible to you, And I owe you everything, Yet I can't tell you My simple feelings. Your laugh, voice, are like a melody of angel harks, Your eyes are like smooth chocolate and honey. You have a smile that lights my darkened soul; And if only there was a song I could send your way, But the best song is the one from my heart, However, that song is continually writing As long as you are in my life, it will alwayas be writing, Because you are; my light, my gardian angel my everything. my life my hope my peace my strength...


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A SPECIAL SPECIE OF HUMAN RACE: AN ODE TO A. ALADEKOMO

I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has
He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact
To sow where he care not to reap
And give where, he does not get back
To solve a problem not of his making
 Standing as beacon of hope in the face of upmost despair
And flow freely like an oasis in the silent desert
Shining like a million stars in the steep darkness 
I know of the young-man who
Drank richly of some foreigners’ fount of knowledge 
Years ago, way back at an ancient city of the Yorubas
An unsure future was secured, se t on path of greatness
Filled with such wholesome inspiration
He caught a glimpse of tomorrow vision
And before him was set a life mission
Which he pursued with uncommon passion
To start a national social redemption
He with other berthed the ship of change and silent revolution 
In business as in charity
At a Lagos unusual port, in Surulere, at Obele community
He with some inspired men and women with pen and white chalk
Walked rather than talk the talk
Breaking the jinx of decades of failure and annual underachievement
Setting loose and dreaming
Another generation of Nigerian graduates 
Inspiring many to take up arms of service, destroying
 reign of woes  of secondary education among the tomorrow leaders
Selflessly in the spirit of giving back
That success baton once received a generation earlier
Now with duty being passed to the future runners
To stop the wanton waste
Of the so called wasted generation
Enlivening J. F. Kennedy age long mantra
‘Not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for her’
If the Americans has Peace Corps reaching the corners of the world 
The man and co. decided 
Nigerians can have Volunteers Corps reaching the end of Africa
Imbued with the power of one, driven by a unity of one team
Volunteer Corps was brought forth to life
By men and women, grandly inspired
Ahead of the pack, dangling the magic wand of change
With  deftly touch and humblest of heart
Is the man called Ademola Aladekomo
He is a volunteer; A volunteer of volunteers.


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Dangerous Breed

American Pit Bulls Are a dangerous breed
They will lick you till you cant breath
They will make you laugh till your rolling on the floor
they will love you and beg for more

Oh Yes They are so dangerous and mean
when it is feeding time best not let the cat be seen
They might stop eating their kibbles to play
Or want you to rub their bellies that special way


Mines Name is Saddie Lynn
She drives me crazy sometime 
But I would never hurt her nor her me or my friends
Because I am her protector and she is mine


So watch out for the badest breed ever bread
the American Pit Bull you will not be able to give away
The one who sleeps at the head of your bed
And keeps all the bad stuff at bay


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Goodbye, my love -Part I

I want to right, all the wrongs that make u cry,
I want to fight for u against the racing time
I don't want to lose, not until I try
And I know u won't give up too, not without one hell of a fight. 

Just when we had reached a point of no return,
He made us stop and made u turn,
You were all I had, my most prized possession,
But He decided u die...oh His one decision

Oh my Lord, your one decision, 
Has changed the very course of my life
Without her by my side, how do You expect me to survive.
Without her such radiant smile, how do You expect me to feel alive.

She loves me so much and doesn't want me to hurt
So she's not letting go, battling her illness bcoz she knows
That it would leave me stranded here, wallowing in pain
Slowly and surely her death would drive me insane

And it makes her resolve, to be brave and soldier on,
Fight her death and meet every blow head on
But the end is near and she smiles and takes my hand 
She says a silent prayer for the suffering she's about to gift her man

And now I look down at her, her flawless face,
And think of how much more pain she's willing to take
I think of our lives then, so full of happiness
And I think of our lives now, so filled with turbulence

And I wonder how much inner strength she must have,
To have endured all the severe pain that she has
I just want her now to be free,
Since she's only hanging on bcoz she's afraid what what might become of me

And in her eyes I see such helplessness,
Maybe down the road, she can see the darkness
And she looks at me now, 
Her teary eyes beg for my forgiveness

For she knows she's leaving me now
Her strength is now wearing her down
I can hear her silently crying, and even though she's trying,
In her heart, she knows she's dying.



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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part3)

Yet my soul senses the passion n’ desire of your heart was composed in the language of love 
unto lust that I could never poetically impart, still I know the flame burns with pleasure n’ 
pain for all who find it outside their immortal heart…
I sense the reflected fire of your eyes n’ I wish not to recall the unspoken secrets of your 
poetry n’ the names lingering here, romancing the waves caressing rocks n’ the chant of 
consumable miseries of mortal hearts to rupture into suicide …

I know how your fingertips awakened her virginity when she was your lover in leisure to the 
music of your acclivitous words hypnotising her virtuous seventh heaven of sexual overtures 
n’ into the depths of clitorious pleasure…
She was one of many who summoned the angels of ecstasy by the priestess of your tongue 
that preferred all inamoratas to be kept at distance for their purpose of use was to be your 
poetic muse but she was (heavy sigh) your destiny…

When you dared to indite your desires of others with an empty quill upon her naked flesh 
remembering still their scent n’ taste, she flared with jealous rage n’ you were vainglorious 
for your lovemaking was illustrious as you celebrated far n’ wide…
In her aroused escapade you wished you had braced yourself for her pain as she summoned 
the green demons with covetous wings within her mind, for she would have laid down her life 
for you, though you did not understand this treasure was a love that was true…

For she longed to be your only lover though your fingers of rhyme teased a tongue to 
rhythmically confess your request to crucify her heart in unrequited love n’ her thighs in a 
symphony of continuous casual pleasure…
You declined true love for the endless line of carnal lust with debutantes, bridesmaids n’ 
dames for perfect in everyway to be with you she must, like your poetry symmetrical n’ 
consummate, a figure of flawless beauty n’ face..

To compose in repose your words in kisses upon a page of thy lover’s lips, the idealised 
immaculate perfect place, her face was scared by a trace yet her beauty of heart within was 
a gift given by the goddess’s grace…
She had a long thin line down the side of her face though I know this flaw to be upon your 
soul, it never left your body n’ mind as they turned to dust, where perfection once prevailed 
yet overbalanced without grace for your heart was forged of carnal lust


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MY VIEW OF GOD

The force behind life,
The poise behind this laughter,
The cross behind my enemies,
The moist in my life,
The voice that leads the way,
The boss my heart obeys,
The abode of my soul,
A finesse well installed,
More than pure jade that glitters,
A force to be reckoned with,
Evil forces he degrades,
His beckon I reckon,
A beacon which my life seeks after,
Bacon my lives on,
Music I must dance to,
His footsteps I must follow,
He must be revealed unto science,
But my arts have picked on him,
Who is life's force,
Who is our soul's only source,
Who is all sovereign without no 
clause,
Nor can you bind him with your many 
Nomenclatures, 
No,
Because He is our Sovereign GOD,
Our SHALOM.


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With Modesty I Grant Her

The mammoth task that my ambitions view,
Shall intercept with reason why I care
To change this woman from the god I knew
Becomes the pedestal, that none compare.

I see her shape and form delight the day,
My having known her finds I care this much
A complimentary distance can portray;
That this is not illusion hence the touch.

She signals that elusiveness as blessed,
That modesty before it, serves our souls
With everything that nature has to test
Provides us with problem solving goals.

Heaven lit when words from her were spoke,
Presenting us with merchandise to fill,
The universe, and that's where gods provoke
A strength that carries us, far well.., until.

And if I'm asked, "Do you believe in god?"
With shyness should I say, she is unknown,
But holds the 'Golden Sceptred," magic rod
Provided by this write, and godly throne.


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just one

just one more yr has past
again i wait just, for love to last
just to be used of a heart
just wanting for friendship to start
no commitment just  to accuire
not just a jelous lier
just my soul is hot red, uncontroleble fire.
racing for a feeling so deep
just too fast to finish and just  no sleep;
why a dream just can't happen
everlasting love i long for
unknowingly love is not just at my door
just a touch, just a feel,just a moment
just to know a love tha'ts real.
just a scratch. an itchy wound just
beggining to heal.


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Our Big Show

Im trying to get used to u not holding me anymore-
Trying to get used to "NO KISS" as u walk out the door.
Im trying to get used to taking my shower all alone-
Im trying to not worry whether or not youre coming home.
Im trying to get used to sleeping all by myself-
Trying to get used to u putting my heart on a shelf.
Im trying to get used to not having a boyfriend anymore-
Trying to figure out what I am being punished for.
Im sorry for disappointing u and letting u down-
I thought we understood each other-thought we tread the same ground.
I wasnt expecting this-I thought wed make it thru OK
But I still havent came down from the shock.
My heads still REELING, ever since the other day.
I wish we somehow could of made it out of here- 
I wish you didnt feel so far away from me, when you are laying so freaking near.
Im sorry that I couldnt make you happy anymore.
I just wish I knew what this has all been for.
I will never stop loving u-And forever I'll regret losing U this way.
I wish you hadnt given up on me so soon.
Wish u couldve listened to me & believed in me 2.
We didnt get here all alone-and I knew I wasnt playing- 
But what we had wasnt strong enough-
Becuz I lost U over BULL they were saying.
The Only 1 ASSOUT...The only 1 paying.
I've LOVED u for a very long time.
I guess its time to say GOODBYE...Our Bond just isnt Strong enough
To fight against the "NEW GUY".
I wish I could change whatever I did to make u turn on me.
Please turn in a better direction this time, make sure u look & see-
Recognize that I just loved u for who you are-
Not for all the things u could do for me.
I know that I had NOTHING- and u've supported me all the way.
I wasnt looking for a free ride, I thought we were going the same way.
I guess that Im just not as important as before-
I guess Im not so special to u anymore- 
Guess I dont play the GAME guite as well as 'them'-
Because once again I get to play the loser-Of a game I'll never win.
SO -GOOD LUCK TO U & ALL YOUR "IMPORTANT" NEW FRIENDS- 
Theyll hang out while they need UR help- 
I really didnt long for much more than u holding me at the end of the day.
I hope u find what it is UR looking for anyway.
Just remember to "TRUST NO 1",
And trying is such a chore.
And when u come up short-handed,
Just Remember,Youre Worth So Much More.
I will miss u so much,u'll probably never even know- 
That I wish this wasn't the end of us- 
"The End Of Our Big Show".....




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An Ode To My Lord

An Ode To My Lord

Lord. you are my strength...my anchor 
in a sea of despair.

When I am drowning and fear
there is no one to help me,
I hear your voice telling me to hold on.

You are the first person I talk to when I wake
and the last at the end of the day.
You are my family, and as such
you forgive my temporary lapse of faith
when I lash out at you when things go awry.

When I am in pain, I remember your suffering
on the cross and I am humbled.
I do not presume to understand why things happen
as they do, I only trust that in your wisdom
there is a reason.

You are hope… you are salvation… you are love

You gave your life for us so that we might be saved
and someday, I hope to meet you face to face
to thank you for this sacrifice 
and show you, you did not die in vain.




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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 2)

Your hands n’ your caress traced intimately across a mortal’s flesh a thousand years ago, for 
she is a stranger in the dark of my distant karmic past,  though I know her serenading 
immortal heart sings in this body of mine now…
I refuse to hear your long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with such 
lust in this place where you linger by your grave, I only wish to see the sweet beautiful 
memories of the love we made…

No!!! I refuse to hear my long lost name for I’m afraid to know all those who you loved with 
such lust in this place!!! where you transcend your grave, for there is a weaver n’ a loom of 
destiny n’ I’ll not repeat that chant ever again by the sea…
From the castle to the crest, to the sea, to the waves crashing on the rocks, a hundred times 
the journey from the womb to the grave I have made while you lay in your tomb n’ your 
soul yearns in suffering to make amends…

I sense you invite me to listen to your evocation in this prevailing wind, it seduces my skin n’ 
ascends from the depths of my soul from beginning to end, an eternal poetic essay of an 
immortal heart’s legend…
By this ocean of our dreams you tempt me to inhale the perfumed scent though I’ll never 
know whose breath it was that I now breathe in as the wind n’ the moon feathers the sea in 
eternal waves…

Along this coastline the breath of mother earth has nurtured many lovers, lifted angels on 
wings n’ called forth mermaids who play n’ sing on the rocks n’ dance in the shadows with 
the ghosts of shipwrecked sailors in their watery graves but it’s been a thousand years since 
my immortal heart heard a poet...
Today this storm blows across the lands of my ancestors, the siren of your poetic beckoning, 
an incantation travelling the sea n’ time heralds the galloping horses thundering, racing upon 
the shore with the chariot of your enchantment never faltering…

Their manes dancing towards the crest  n’ crash upon the rocks nearby where we made love 
a thousand years ago in the soft familiar sand, your poetic voice romancing the sunset n’ 
painting the waves in glorious tones of carnal lust ...
Within the evening storm clouds I can see the rain though I’ll never know the name of the 
lovers whose thirst it quenched with pleasure or who was cleansed of their pain as the blood 
washed from the rocks upon opening Pandora’s box in their mind n’ lost sight of hope as 
their fateful love turned to dust…


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MY LORD, MY SAVIOR

MY LORD, MY SAVIOR
NOTHING CAN COMPARE, TO THE PAIN YOU BEAR
MY LOVE FOR YOU, IS DEEPER THEN OCEANS BLUE
THANK-YOU FOR BELIEVING ME, WORTHY
TO ACCEPT YOUR LOVE, AND FORGIVENESS
MY LORD , MY SAVIOR
YOU BROUGHT ME OUT OF DARKNESS, TO LIGHT
YOUR WORDS FALL LIKE RAIN, RAISING FLOWER'S,
UPON THE DESERT FLOOR
MY LORD, MY SAVIOR
THANK-YOU FOR BRINGING ME, OUT OF THE WILDERNESS
FOR GIVING ME SHELTER, IN YOUR LOVE
YOUR BLOOD RUNS OVER ME , WASHING MY SINS AWAY
MY LORD , MY SAVIOR
FROM DUST TO FLESH, IN THE IMAGE OF YOU
THANK-YOU FOR THE GRACE, THAT FLOWS IN MY SOUL
I GIVE YOU MY LIFE, 
LORD IN HEAVEN I'LL SEE YOU!


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I Love You.

                    

                                          I Love You.

I love you with my heart,I love you with my soul, 
I love you with my spirit,because you make me whole.
I love you with my body,I love you with my mind,
I love you with every part of me,it cannot be defined.
I trust you with my wants,I trust you with my needs,
I trust you to support me,with all my thoughts and deeds.
I've never felt so happy,I've never felt complete,
You meet me in my darkest hours,you are so true and sweet.
There never are enough words,to share with you my love,
I only know it's sent to you,from my being,and especially God above.


By Sharon .L .Leonard.23rd,October,2007.


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Young Poet

So what is a Poet
If not so'
The genius inside
He make's people wonder
His craft is his pride
Now there are concealed
Situations'
That he may try to hide
But,
His true aspirations'
Can never be denied
Fore-
His source of inspiration
Comes' from deep inside
And underneath
Truth beyond belief

GF


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My Father

My Father is astounding
  In so many way's
      And the nature
Is all about him
   From His ample
Solitary Life of being
And with a Heart of Gold
                -
May the Lord fully bless Him
With Mind, Body and Soul
             - Fore -
He adapts' and mutates'
When ever their is a need
          Or need,
A need that need be
Surely there is a place
     For Him in Heaven
So, I pay homage' to Thee
Fore, He is my Father
A Father like no other

                     GF


Dedicated to Charles A. Jefferson SR 
Of Portsmouth, VA 23701 on Fathers' Day June 2011


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Without You

My soul is crying as despare from my heart drowns
my spirit with tears of loneliness.
I am forsaken in our bed as the cold sheets
next to my skin remind me of your absence.
In desperation, my mind wonders into memories far reaching days gone by.
Only to darken the hopes of ending a lingering weariness
Heavy eyes burden the concentration of silence 
surrounding the room we once shared.
Sleep evades its destination once more
as I am reminde of the rooms emptiness.
I weep tears of silence alone in the bed I made.
Come home to me my love.
Life shall escape me without you here.


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A TOTAL STRANGER'S ADMIRATION

His legendary name will be immortalized
in America's books of history,
and his bravery and heroism 
always remembered by us:
the biggest heart driven
by an immense generosity!

When rushed into the thick smoke,
his searching eyes shone 
even brighter than the clear morning;
the danger ahead
could not keep him
from saving people trapped in strairways,
people who wailed and waited
in the tower's darkness!

He left behind an indelible legacy,
to let all see what he truly loved;
to inspire them with motivation
and he never was afraid to show affection,
or his unique side of humanity:
that's what he fervently believed!

John,even this total stranger
proudly calls you by name
for having been so brave;
a mother, a father, a son,a sister or friend
who didn't lose anyone, because of your deed,
remembers you in prayer:
and I, a total stranger,related by blood,
praise you in words that'll never grow old!

John,you may be invisible to all,
but your presence is still felt by us;
your handome sons and lovely wife grieve,
but their grief has turned
into something wonderful:
a duty that has been fulfilled
by your call and sacrifice;
a destiny willed by God!

If everyone judges an individual only
by what one has achieved in a lifetime:
you were one of the truest heroes of our time,
who has left his mark on this twentieth century;
and if anyone doubts you did all that,
your devotion can testify and reject that!



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Ode to Arthur Rimbaud

He views the world in the most subtle of ways
Eyes like a fly, searching everything around, seeing
All in millisecond detail
He sees not the flower or the thorn, but the 
Emerald light of photosynthesis from which it grows;

In the woman, he envisions not her curves of ecstasy
But the radiant glow of each scale
Skin soaking up light
His visions are betrayers of our eyes
As few can see thorough his.

Brilliance is not found in majesty
But his own contented selfish universe
Where our only chance to glimpse his genius 
Is in a few written words.



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Blessed Be His Divine Name

The name of Jesus is so powerful. 
Name like His, there's no other! 
Of that, we can all be sure. 
Jesus, is our Lord and Savior and He 
Is now in heaven preparing a place for us too 
So that we be with Him there someday for all eternity 
Powerful is He! And blessed be His divine name forever and ever! 





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HOW WONDERFUL ...

Ever since humans sought the supernatural,
confusion seemed bizarre and hysterical;
within hills and mountains they erected their temples,
sang their praises to appease
their gods, who were thought to be angry at times...
what they were trying to accomplish
was to feel the presence of a spirit which granted their wishes!

How wonderful is the faith of true believers,
and they don't build cathedrals
as far as the unreachable sky;
the God they're searching for..is as close
as the depth of their faithful heart!
How loud are their voices,at sunrise, that ascend 
like seagulls...to transform themselves
into a celestial chorus with a crescendo...
that draws them closer to a sky of indigo!   

In the streets of  this Babylonian craze,
religion is without atonement, 
but there's plenty of defiled grace
to be consumed as the exquisitive 
food of a privileged banquet...
where a doubter is rediculed by laughs and condemned;
human,human race where does God live?...
And does He approve of your false zest? 

How wonderful is the faith of true believers,
clinging to that sublime hope, rising from light,
to reach Heaven without having to go through Hell;
how humble is the aspiration of the true faithful...
not relying on astrology,avoiding all kinds of deceit!
Be watchful and shun pretentiousness...
worship Him truthfully and assert your claim;
nobody but you can decide what's right!  


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Ode to 9/11

This day shall be in remembrance of all the lost souls.
Each one remembered proudly on every flag pole.

This day shall be in remembrance to the fire fighters and all the crews.
Who rushed in giving up their lives, knowing what they knew.

This day shall be in remembrance to each soldier who followed their course.
The Army, Navy, Marines and the Airforce.

This day shall be in remembrance to all the brave and willing strangers.
Who came together to help and comfort, not knowing the dangers.

This day shall be in remembrance to the brave policemen and women.
Who came and worked side by side with with other laymen.

This year shall be in remembrance to all the who gave to the oppressed laden with hardship.
Whether it be a stranger or simply a friendship.

This date shall be forever etched in our hearts and in history.
Let freedom reign, the eagle will soar with such gallantry.

In reverence of 9/11, I kneel to pray...
As I write this, each tear falling don't come close to all who was lost that day. 

Each year passing, shall be in remembrance to the brave red, white and blue.
That we came back stronger, braver and always renewed.


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My Sk8er Boi

You are no longer in my life. 
You're in my diary
Tucked away safely in the pages.
There I know I can keep you secretly.

I can read of happy times
When all I did was because of you.
Every time you made me smile, 
It would effect every nice thing that I would do.

Now life is so confusing
And I wish that you were still my confidant.
The only thing that made sense was you.
You're the only person I know of that I want.

I'll continue to read of love and frienship 
And I will continue to remember 
How happy I was and am to have known you.
So here's to the sk8er boi I met last december.

   (muah)


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Taken For Granted

My feet
     that have brought me so very far
My face
     that has shown a million smiles
My hands
     that can hold yours,
My fingers
     that write, or paint, or sew, or hide
my tears that are as the ocean.

My arms that grow weary now,
My legs that ache with the rain,
My eyes,
    Oh God, my glorious eyes!
My ears,
    that hear so well ...
    (stand away if you have a secret to tell).

My nose 
     that sniffles some,
My teeth long ago gone and replaced
     with shiny modern miracles.
My heart 
     that with this amazing beat ...
     this breath
As my love only grows
for these many gifts.


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Longing

The valley is a foggy mist playing upon the rhapsody in my mindless existence.

I cannot go on without your eternal being  embellishing the love that brought us together.

I cannot fight these trojans anymore. I feel empty, unjustly relinguishing to the fact 
that you are no longer here on earth.

I long for your embrace, to heal my wounds. My very existence depends upon you, my love.
My body weak, my mind continues to be strong.

Take care my sweetness, for I will return to your loving arms in eternity some day...some 
day..


 


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Man Of Great Legacy

Humanity began falling, a man came, unknown!
His aspiration beckoned many nation;
Taught the gospel with zest,
Till sun crossed from east to west!

With His gentle touch, the sky silvered;
From bondage of ignorance, we're freed
To receive the right,
Of worshiping God's holiness!

Long gone, but never forgotten
For we deeply feel his presence;
Moving forward in one spirit;
Ours is to share, the blessings, we inherit!

Remember the true messenger;
Follow His great legacy to finish the race;
The Holy Father awaits us, eagerly!
In heaven, where saints reside, peacefully!


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My Lord

Your earth is calm my lord after all these centuries 
of pain and disdain when man was to blame for 
constant shame in your name. You asked in long
times past that your creation was in image of sacrifice and
the life you lay down for your people was to bring forth blessing
in your holy steeple. In light of martyrs that cried out for mercy on the 
mount that you preach your praise and glory all children are pure with
out worry. To walk in the path of grace to whom this land was your chosen
place i worship the everlasting and cast aside those in midnight 
passing. My heavenly father in which your house i must dwell i turn away
from chaos and wash my hands of Satan and his sin only to allow your light 
to heal me from with in. May all of your people follow your gospel with the same
strength as your brave apostles worthy is your name my lord glory in all things 
we must change is your name my father Amen.


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Servants of God

try not to put any obstacles in anyone's way
as servants of God in everything we do, on it we will pray
patiently endure the hardships, the difficulties and the troubles
to be persecuted in the name of Christ is just a part of the greater struggle
you might have to go through beatings, being robbed or thrown into jail
you might be overworked, starved or go through all types of hell
but by our purity, our knowledge, our wisdom and patient measure
we will have shown ourselves approved to receive God's eternal treasure
with righteousness as our weapon to attack and defend
with the truth in our message and the Holy Spirit as our friend
we will be honored and disgraced
we will be insulted and praised
we will wield the Sword of the Spirit 
and in victory our hands will be raised
although we are saddened, we will always be glad
although we seem poor, we are rich in the love for us Jesus had
we seem to have nothing, when in fact we possess everything
for we are the true servants of God, the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings


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Vindicate Me Oh Lord

vindicate me oh Lord, plead my case with Thy righteous hands
deliver me Oh God from any unjust and deceitful man
for You are the God from whence I get all of my strength
cast me off not and never let me mourn for any length
shine upon me Thy light so that I may bask in Your truth
lead me, guide me towards Your Tabernacle Booth
as I kneel beforeThy altar, let my joy be exceedingly
for I will play songs of praise on my harp for all the world to see
be not sadden over my soul nor disquiet the spirit within me
for You are my hope and salvation and I give my all to Thee


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Ode to Noodles

Noodles, noodles, I love Noodles, 
make me happy every day.
Run down my throat like
silky thread
with smells of heaven in 
my head
Oh noodles, noodles, what would
I do?
with out you to save 
me?
Life is harsh and shows 
me no sympathy.
You are my saviour and 
my life
I feel safe with you
by my side
Youll always be a 
part of me
till the end of time.
Noodles, dear Noodles, 
you are always mine.


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My Friend

How do I describe you? Where do I begin?
Your determination couldn't be bought.
It would seem as if we have a lot in common,
When in reality you're everything I'm not.

I have never forgotten how
You walked in the rain just to call me lovely.
I had never recieved such a compliment.
How you could be so charming is above me.

The great thing about you is, when I was down,
You always had a hand to lend.
But, now I realize, after all we've been through,
You are better as just a friend.


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TRUE MOTHERS

Have you ever taught that  mothers
love their children in the same way?
Have ever you ever understood
that the eyes of  true mothers
share in their great joy
and most times cry...
when they make them really proud
of their first victory?

True mothers give more than
their immortal affection...
they open up their big hearts
to those needing strenght:
to help them in that long journey
away from their sight,not their thoughts;
and when they return,
they'll be waiting anxiously!

And if you wonder why you never
see them cry...it's because they withhold
their tears beyond her undetectable fears;
true mothers monitor your steps like God...
'till they're completely sure
you won't  bedazzled by failure!

True mothers can't help imagining
what tomorrow will bring to their seed;
and knowing that their mission in life is sacred,
they'll keep that love flowing...to keep us on living!  


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O HEART, CRY FOR THIS NEW JOY...

O Heart, cry for this new joy...
I am no longer saddened
and clinging to despair;
I can't imagine the sublime feeling
overwhelming me with ecstacy...
and nothing can put out my ardor!

This is a deserving gift from Heaven,
God heard me and purified me
with a compassion no human could ever have;
sinners aren't guarded by sweet angels of purity,
they fight against all that is good... 
resisting salvation, lashing at God!

O heart, cry for this new joy...
I have prayed and been answered,
immense mercy has showered me
and my road is clear and not bumpy;
who can extend forgiveness and mercy, 
to someone who's imperfect and burdened,
if not the Lord of eternity?   

I have sought none other than Him,
a doorway to ascape the ugliness of sin...
never going back to put up with struggle,
be cast away and tremble!

O heart, cry for this new joy...
let me rejoice with a loud voice,
exalt His name with loving praises 
and behold His everlasting glory!