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Ode to Winter

Light splashes in the eyes and vibrate
My heart to a rich ecstatic state
Joy is the only bird in the leaden sky
Calling the winds to choir on high
And I in the crystal world spin and spin
Till shards of snow caress the face
Like a pillow from scraps of watery tin
And all green and all colors erased.

                        Cast back the old belief of isolation
                        Of wintry purgatory and grief, jubilation
                        Is a white sheet of innocence here
                        The sinner like a diamond in the air
                        Frost symbol of death, and Lewis hopelessness
                        Shall not sing my song without regret
                        I take a different motif for my symbolic crest
                        The beginning of the pain I now forget.

Let Persephone sleep, my Yalda is here
The white breast of her flesh my pear
And I a child in a new womb of innocence
Drink of pure light and devote my sense
To leaps of faith from promise to spring
The eternal moment when season shall keep
Ivory joys before the bright immortal king
Just like a seed of winter vacating sleep. 





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Ode to Joy

Like morning light break forth of eastern skies
And astound with beauty the waking eyes
So did my heart before you rose to praise
A seraph in the nectar of flesh, May's
Brightest bloom in the garden of gladness
The purest form of earth's bare loveliness.
To you, O joy, O let me sing
Let me tell of love first coming.

Cho.
Awake the woodland choir for my song
Awake the primal hour of spring's soft throng
Awake the lark not yet on wing
Awake the world, an anthem bring
Of praise, of praise to beauty, praise
To the sweet rainbow of our days

Sweet fragments make the rainbow bloom aloft
Light splintered is yet in beauty so soft
And whole, the healing balm of my parched soul
Each little wonder a stair a bright stair
A garden of glory on heaven's scroll
I climb to suck the breast of worship here
I seek your worth and find God there
Uplifting me from mortal care

Inside the tabernacle of the soul
Wild and dusty, the dry harmattans roll
And every tender tree gasping for rain
Beheld sapphire arid sky and pray in vain
The pearly cumulus would sable turn
Where on the eye pivots the graceful tern
And then so suddenly you came
The phoenix of another name

Too deaf the deft pianist fingers toll
His litany your virtue to extol
You the image's bone transformed, transcend
All that desire loves and love declares right
Eden's broken wings yet make praise ascend
As prayers in the fluid light, a flight
Of rapture, leaving silent stars
And earth's tumult to jealous wars

Nothing but you, and you alone exist
O sacred symphony of heaven's bliss
And all earth shambles fore you fall again
To rise in your glory a better tale
The joy of beggining the end of pain
Lighthouse eternal, love that cannot fail
Sweet still the night aglow parades
Yet star like flowers morning fades  

Morning melted into mist, grass perspired
In the cool, leaves transpired droplets of bliss
The rainbow my thoughts like heaven attired
Beauty its providence hasten to kiss
Time had divinity at its leafed door
And seas and rivers in long triumph roar
The rhythm of earth so to begin
To break the carnal rule of sin.


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Just a Girl

Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,
I can see her in this window, but I see no door
Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,
Has every intention never to feel it again
I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost
All I know is this shell, for it's myself...my core...my all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,
I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong
Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt
At a moment with no warning, without any clue
I was losing my strength...my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,
There is no pretty picture left for me to paint
This girl on the floor, in this empty room
Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there
Dried up with my soul, the time is clear
Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes
To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door
I wanted to save the girl on the floor
As I neared and inched to her close
She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise
I heard the laughter of girls and of boys
With that came a voice of peace and of grace
She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain
She was the broken me, but now I am strong again


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A Breath of Time

In youth we shared a breath of time
I cherish yet today.
The plans we made for life ahead
Would soon be underway.
The dreams we shared, those lofty dreams,
Were all within our reach;
As we both planned to sail away
To learn what time could teach.

Then time took on a quickened pace,
It hastened more and more.
Our hopes and dreams became the wings
To lift our hearts and soar.
When they took flight they carried us
Away from all we knew,
And in a fleeting breath of time
I sailed away from you.

I drifted aimless out to sea,
Alone and cast aside,
While everything I’d ever known
Was swallowed by the tide.
I rode the waves, withstood the storms
And cursed the loathsome cost.
I thought I’d wander evermore
Without the love I lost.

Then time allowed another chance
That cold and stormy night,
When I returned to captured scenes
Of whence we first took flight.
To see us there, embraced by time,
In moments fond and dear,
Rekindled embers of the bond
That haunted me each year.

We cannot know the yet to be,
The yesterdays slipped by;
But we can grow in love and hope
And by our faith we’ll fly.
So take my hand and join me now,
Let’s learn what God has willed;
For in this fleeting breath of time
Our dreams can be fulfilled.


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Down The Long Hall, Ode to "In The Long Hall" by Hayden Carruth

Believing his tapestry would never 
be fixed he tried to keep the small part 
under him together. As he held the last 
bit of tapestry together, he saw a light 
which was blinding at first but then turned 
to a soft glow in which he saw a man. 
A man with a scruffy beard and a nice suit 
standing in front of the window came over 
and held down the unraveled ends of 
his tapestry and so he was able to weave. 
Even though his tapestry was in shambles 
he kept on weaving with this man who 
amazingly kept all the unraveled ends 
of his tapestry down. He slowly but surely 
was fixing the tapestry and soon he didn’t 
need this mans help but asked the man to 
watch over him while he kept weaving. 
Later the man whispered something 
to him and then said he’d always 
be there. Then he walked away.
After the man left he always thought 
of him and decided to follow what 
the man had whispered in his ear. Because 
of what the man had whispered to him 
that was all he needed to live the rest of his life 
in peace, in faith, in order.


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First Love

First Love

Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???

Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??

Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?

I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.

Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????


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To My Rapist

       
           Fragment images illumined
                  A hostile sight of no mercy
           Found no escape, I was destined
                  A scheme of darkest scenery
                          Entrapped with hugs and kisses - sour
                          A final dot of final hour.

            If you have mercy set me free
                   Still a captive of disgrace
            A minor holding no degree
                    You wasted with a proudly face
                           How could you close the door and left me?
                           Thinking okay, ignoring my plea

             What a view to see you dying
                     A soulful music to my ears
              Is it really satisfying
                     When dignity's stolen with fears?
                            My life has been a poor attempt
                            To live away with your contempt.
     


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Birthday

Happy birthday
Ayurveda

Handsome
And then some

And filled
 with forgiveness. 

You may never know
How much i love ya!

Stone soup
& antipasto

To you i say
good day

good night 
Food fight 
Hasta mañana!


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Ode 2 My Poetry

Why can’t I do it how I want to do it?
Been told my rhymes are simplistic at best
I may violate pentameter but I write what I like
Why must it pass some journal’s vapid test?

Behind a block of writer’s I’ve been hiding
Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus
Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore
Only to be chastened and abused

There’s elegance found in concise expression
Saying all the world in just a line
No matter that I know this I belabor all my thoughts
Create an elegy for elegance in time

Onomatopoeia is my best friend
And alliteration waltzes through my dreams
Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head
Demanding that they be released in streams

And after I have done what I have done here
Exposed my heart by opening my head
I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words
And get rejection letters in their stead

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
I promise it won’t be a trite conceit
You say my writing’s convoluted, so, I strive to simplify it
Then you call my writing sophomoric and cheap

Yet still my writing exists, remonstrating
That whether it be ballad or blank verse
It should be able to do just exactly what it feels like
And it finds you and your editing, perverse

It says it does not care if it is published
Doesn’t want you to consider it profound
For if you did then it might accidentally be common
And make cool people like me put it down

But won’t you like my poem just a little?
At the very least try to be noncommittal


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You Are Nature---I love you

There are traces of the sun In your smile Sparkle of the stars In your eyes Intriguing hint Of foxy guile That makes me pause And realize That your tears are like Springtime rain Walnut brown eyes wide As Montana skies Your breath the zephyr Of the mountain pass Breast a nest for hummingbirds And cold Heart rimmed with ice Attitude both bad and good As changeable as the weather Hale and hard as hickory wood And hardy as the heather If all the heavens beauty could be Conjoined in one solid mass Twould be as hard as flint could be Yet both soft as meadow grass …You are Nature… I love you


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My very nice poem

Linky is really cool
He teaches at a school

Linky has swag
but he does not brag

Linky is the best
So we do well on the test


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Pink Pink Pink

Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.


Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.


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The love of our lives

I will bring the world to your feet
I will not be discreet 
I will say it out loud 
I will erase all the cloud
Make it a bright shiny day
In a month of May 
Sweet gentle breeze 
I will be at your arms 
You will kiss my eyelids
We shall fall asleep 
Dream of a perfect life 
The love of our lives 


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The farmer's hope

So, as here we stand
On a fire-baked land,
We look towards the horizon
In hope of a cloud

A cloud of hope
The bringer of life
As the parched earth
Glints like a knife
In the rapid stab
Of poverty’s grab

Looking upon the horizon,
Looking up with hope
As the brown thirsty grasses
And grey bushes
In search of moisture
Deeply rooted would grope

And the dust-devils stand
Like pillars in this land
Like chimneys red and hot
On lands that have not
Not a drop of water
Not a glimmer of hope

As the heat mirage shimmers
And the baked clay glimmers

There is always hope


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May you

May you gently tender whatever surrounding you
As your mother tenders you  

May you generously give whoever in want 
As you are given by beloved ones 

May you patiently enlighten whoever innocently unaware  
As you are clearly enlightened by reverend mentors

May you bountifully assist whoever helpless 
As you are secretly assisted by unknown people 

May you wisely share the happiness with whoever never met before 
As you are well hospitalized by every warm but uninvited party

May you thoughtfully apportion the sorrow with whoever mourning 
As you are wholeheartedly comforted by uninvolved others 

May you always fill in others' shoes
As others tolerate you

May you always know the stamina 
As Sun never fails to rise 

May you always known the docility
As timely rain damps the thirsty soil
 
May you always know the truth 
Suffer as people suffer 
Enjoy as people enjoy 

May you always know the best time 
To be strong 
To be mild 
To be firm 
To be acceptive 

Above all 
May you always know 
The one 
You should always extend your gratitude to


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The Dark Continent

Why is Africa the dark continent?
Is it the skin, but this is skin-deep…
Is it the hope, which by faith we keep? 
Is it the future, which we cannot see,
Or is it the label 
That was given unfortunately?

When we in Africa
Look up at the bright blue sky
We see the hope and glory
In eyes about to die

When we in Africa
Live in poverty
We rely on Help that sets us free
To eternal wealth

When we in Africa
Get sick, we pray for God to heal
And our singular and faithful appeal
Sees many miracles

When we in Africa 
Look at the world’s philosophy
Of smut and grime and flesh sublime
We are happy to be poor

When we in Africa 
Pray for our brothers’ keep
We sink peacefully into our restful sleep
As worries do not keep us up

When we in Africa 
Are pitied by the nations
As they build their careers in grimy subway stations
We pray for them

For the poor will be blessed
As the wide road gives you rest
But rest assured
You may be lured
To the (eternal) darkest continent!


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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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I Believe in God

I Believe in God
I believe in a higher power
I believe in that power to be greater than myself

I also believe in Jesus and what that means to the Christians 
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in the Buddha teachings and what that means to the Buddhists
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Allah and in the prophet Mohammad and what that means to the Islamics
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

I also believe in Hashem and what that means to the Jews
And I humble myself by showing humility and respect to their spiritual leader and its people 
with a simple bow

There are many other religions and many other faiths. There is no right or wrong each of us 
follows a path that is best suited for a purpose. We are here not to ridicule or judge others 
but to assist our brothers and sisters regardless of ones belief or faith.  We are spiritual 
beings having human experiences. As soon as we recognize and honor the integrity of each 
other our world will change.


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Ramesses II, Remembered Still

No raised pinnacle marked the place
No pure white limestone shining
Where Ramesses slept looked commonplace
to foil the robbers scrying.
Yet he had moved the earth and sky
this pharaoh disdained all rivals.
His bounty buried beneath the sand
portrayed a life beneath blue skies 
his star encrusted tomb ethereal        
his Ka rising from Death’s hand.

The hills of Thebes his place of rest   
and beneath him his father lay            
amongst the great he’d be the highest 
his battle standards on display.             
He ruled with iron hand on staff          
as a Godhead he was portrayed.           
Most mighty and acclaimed, no man
was he, who felled the Hittite chaff;    
beneath his chariots wheels flayed      
the denizens of Egypt’s land.

Worshiped was he in temples true
his semblance graces Abu Simbel       
with eyes wide o’er lake so blue
his gaze belays the infidels.  
Beside him she, Nefertari
laid claim to a sacred place
held above all others his wife
most renowned for her beauty
a love to last through time and space
may all true hearts pay such tariff.


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Scent of my deity

Everything is fine
The best of opening lines
Scent of my deity, 
Absorbs my soul
I shall need no wine
I shall write the finest 
Of the verses ever written
Ode’s, Hymns, for you
I shall kneel, I shall seek purity 
Merci, for the undying love
Forgiveness, 
The infinite intimacy
In your heavenly beauty


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May you

May you gently tender whatever surrounding you
As your mother tenders you  

May you generously give whoever in want 
As you are given by beloved ones 

May you patiently enlighten whoever innocently unaware  
As you are clearly enlightened by reverend mentors

May you bountifully assist whoever helpless 
As you are secretly assisted by unknown people 

May you wisely share the happiness with whoever never met before 
As you are well hospitalized by every warm but uninvited party

May you thoughtfully apportion the sorrow with whoever mourning 
As you are wholeheartedly comforted by uninvolved others 

May you always fill in others' shoes
As others tolerate you

May you always know the stamina 
As Sun never fails to rise 

May you always known the docility
As timely rain damps the thirsty soil
 
May you always know the truth 
Suffer as people suffer 
Enjoy as people enjoy 

May you always know the best time 
To be strong 
To be mild 
To be firm 
To be acceptive 

Above all 
May you always know 
The one 
You should always extend your gratitude to


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The Dime

There was once upon a time, 
Unexpectedly, a very small dime. 
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing. 
He just stared longingly at the sky, 
Counting the clouds that drifted by. 

Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light. 
Dark and rusty, 
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care, 
Though they could use him and buy a bear. 

They did not want to touch, 
This old thing of such. 
They did not want to feel. 
That sick disgusting bill. 
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.


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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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when i close my eyes

When i close my eyes i see peace,in my mind,not war.
when i close my eyes  i see the hope and joy that could have been.
when i close my eyes.i see love and unity between people of different raceses.
when i close my eyes.i see myself flying above the mountains looking down,
through the eyes of an Eagle. and as i am flying i can see the sea and iam still
looking through the eyes of an Eagle.when i close my eyes.i see the stars above
when i close my eyes i see children happy Not sad.or scared.
i see them playing together not fighting one another.i see no war.
why cant we all close our eyes and see peace and love and hope and joy?not hate.


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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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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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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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Ode to the Plastic Comb

Sing praises to the toothless grin
of the plastic, pocket comb;
who through many heads 
of boys and men
its plastic tines have flown.
Working magic in the masculine hands,
putting astray stains of hair in place,
as the holder stares into a mirror,
admiring their own face.

Carried in back pockets of
jeans, khakis and shorts;
sat upon on hard surfaces -
some tines start to abort.
Thin tines on one end
for the finest head of hair;
thicker teeth on the other
with large gaps of spaces there.

Left behind on counters,
in kitchen drawers and in bathrooms;
discarded due to some missing teeth,
but for others still worth a groom.
Looking for that perfect look
are many men and boys;
hopeful that this plastic tool
leads to future romantic joys.


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THE TRUEST ODES OF WAR

Such heavy artillery,
To whom shall we run,
To God have we come,
In pain and sad form,
To state our hearts' deform,
To stake our rights and reforms,
You know that where two Elephants fight the grass suffers,Do be well informed,
My youngmen you have been, deeply misinformed,
My insane Leaders and their wanting to negotiate a arms surrender,
Mines! Please do deactivate those heating "Death crumbs",
See the most hit at war having mucored loafs in luxury and style,
Locale Warlords feasting on roasted swine,Marijuana's wisdom and four gallons 
of rum,
Only the rich and mighty are are afforded the luxury of flying their families abroad,
We see vivid pictures of crime and business working in consortium,
Drugs and Arms circulation,
Or shooting the innocents,Genocide!
The world powers sidewatching as if they lack 'Parties' to side,
or on which peace steps to decide,
Please my Brothers-in-arm let's put hate aside,
Or on what "PEACE" plans to carryout from the inside,
Histories that co-incide.
Come,
Come! Peace and at this market-square shame war,
Peace do come and defy war,
The gory memory of steaming blood on his matchete,
Or my deafened eardrums beaten soft by these insultive BOMBS.
 
War,
Torture,
Rum,
Drugs,
Arms,
Rape,
Youths,
Tapes,
In war man's dearest friends are Sickness,Starvation and Illiteracy,
Learning the precious ways of The Ants,Bugs,Monkeys and electric fish,
Ladies and how they learnt their lesson in prostitution,
Beer bottles or bullets sealing the evidences,
My ink,My quail, and this page,
Cant tell, If in your age this will be read off Golden scrolls on diamond podiums,
Writing not for this time but for generations yet unborn,
Read the annals of history and learn that all who started a war or abetted 
one,Worship and Kiss the devil in the anus,
Or they are Madmen-in-coats-and-Briefcases, Smoking piped marijuana in the 
Natinal Asylum,

Do you think I loved to kiss the red lips of rage,
Or suck the succulent bossom of 'Hate the Mother-adder',
War sets the bait,
Guerillas set the pace,
Government gorillas hold the day,
Youths and guns,
Maids and nails,
Only the dead can see the end of war,
Not only deep breath can still the tremors of bombs,
Or greed the might of crumbs,
May God's almighty blessings be bestowed on Relief,Aid,Donor and Charity 
Agencies that stand the risks of war and its deaths.
Wars are a confirmation of a Civilization in Rust.


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flame of life

No star in the sky
only ghosts of clouds fly
Deep in the darkness of my heart
there is a ray of light 
whenever life felt stale 
one becaconhouse encourage to sail
nobody know how to live 
only my heart know true lie
who knows about the fuel of passion
everybody leads life just as fashion
only my heart knows how to live
by burning both ends of candle


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sept 11 and heaven

as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a  day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me 
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy

life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours

and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives






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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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Who am I to you JCO

When you hear the sound of my voice, 
does it make you happy inside
Or does it even phase past those blue eyes?
When you are standing there trying to focus on the task at hand
Does the taste of my kiss cloud your judgement?
Or do you think of my lips at all?
When you hear another speak my name
Does your pulse race and hand shake?
Or pretend we've never met?
When you see me smile at you
Does everything in the world disappear?
Or do I even make that moment special?
When you reach for the phone 
is it my name you call out to?
Or do you remember my number at all?
When you see your future
am i standing beside you?
Or have I already disappeared?


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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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FAITH IS STRONGER THAN RELIGION

What religion has created through the ages 
is a false gospel with much incredibility;
a helpless Christ on that cross...
instead of a resurrected One 
ascending to His glory;
He's still mocked and alone!

Faith is stronger than religion,
it trascends all souls
in search of truth and hope;
and it can't be taught by words alone!
Faith was the stronghold
of prophets and saints!
Let it become our fortress
in the days of weakness,
and fervently pray with confidence
that no harm will come from others!

The sacrificial altar needs no lamb,
the ultimate sacrifice was made...
the reconciliation between Man and God,
and a Mediator to atone every sin committed;
many still believe in a harsh punishment...
by demons who dwell in Hell!

Let's be like David who exalted Jehova God always, 
and proclaimed His greatness for all ages!
Let's fear no man, but trust in the God of Moses...
who parts our waters in troubled times,
and lets us walk safely to our shore;
let's be as faithful as they were!


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boundless

there you were
inside a picture frame
black and white photo
on the gallery wall
irrigating joy and goodness
his holinesss the dalai lama
your colours are boundless


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Miss You

I lost my Dad way to soon, but when would the time be right..
I lost my dear sister too, but maybe now they are in each others sight..
Life passes by so fast and we tend to take things for granted...
We hold on to the memories and the new seeds we have planted..
I do my best to fill in the gaps, but I still miss watching my dad nap..
I'm the one they seem to look too, they hold me so high I hope I can do..
So as I lay my tired head to rest, I hope they look down and know I'm 
doing my best...For another day will start and on each shoulder I 
shall hold their hearts.....


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Suzy,a pure BRIGHT and DELIGHT












                                 I thought SUZY was so bright
                                 Tendered hair and a smile delight
                                 Created her RAINBOW to let the world know
                                 only 4 inches small but her personality is quite tall
                                 The Beauty is not so much on the outside but within
                                 Never cared to swear or sex,she was true without
                                 Vanity or Sin
                                 No one but I would offer to carry her books to school
                                And in turn,said that I was more than a simple fool
                                A strange inkling that occurs in my brain
                                LET'S GO TO SCOTLAND,WE CAN TAKE THE 4:00 TRAIN
                                to escape the taunts and mockery jibe
                               Here's to you,Suzy..and a sweetness that you try not to hide


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If only she could see

She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep, 
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.


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My only friend.

My only friend.
All I have is my Music.
I seek shelter in the comfort of "Her" arms.
I find a delightful warmth in the smile only she can bring to my life
even when my mood is upmost defiant.

She is my mother and I a small child.
Eager , to hear her speak , as only she can 
soothing my soul on a fidget morning.
She puts me to sleep in the evening , 
She is inside of me
Dwelling in the depths of my soul
eager , at times she longs to burst from the depths of my heart
She pleases me, and teases me.
Nurses me back to health in my times of weakness.

I am a child of Music, and I am meant to share "Her" 
with the world.
She is the Pilate to my soul
I must spread my winds, and fly.


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Unbroken

Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

there’s music in him 
for that, there is no doubt 
rhythm and words just bursting to escape 
laughter and the sadness 
all his love and eternal heartbreak 

so much to write about 
it’s way too big to contain 
emotions taking over 
like colors on display 

Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

sending all his wheels a spinning 
manic energy takes control 
it's creating something magical 
as he lets his many talents flow 

all the pain and anguish 
they paint the pages with his tears 
with talk of love and betrayal 
of intensity in loss and fears 
his depth of hurt, it’ll gut you 
bleed you at your core 
it’s a wonder he’s still standing 
how is it he could take much more 

Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

outside his art, you wouldn’t know it 
just how his internal scars cry out 
but take a look in those clear blue eyes 
you’ll find the wisdom and the wear 
of one whose lived a consuming life 
and known the meaning of despair 

been taken to the brink and more 
then left just hanging there 
had his heart ripped from his chest 
leaving his soul stripped bare 

Can you feel them itching 
Songs begging to get out 
Can see his fingers twitching 
Just moving all about 

but this boy, this guy, this man 
is made of more than all that 
that of which would do it’s best 
to destroy him from the inside out 
no this clever one, he won’t be taken down lightly 

no, not without a fight he… 
he’ll take all the turmoil and the woe 
he’ll make the very most of it 
use it for his craft, the sadness oh so sad 
he twist it into beauty, bends it to his will 
and when he’s done and last poems been sung 
the tears, your eyes are now filled 
for his pain has transformed to such of strength 
and beauty, that never can be killed


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King Cobra and I

I startled you as you lay dreaming
With burnished scales and body gleaming
Upon an ochre sunny, sandy bank
Contrasting with your elongated flank

You rose with quick-silvery motion
Without sound or needless commotion
And spread wide your captivating hood
While in awe gazing, mesmerized I stood

You flicked your fork tongue at me testing
Simultaneously threatening and protesting
Swaying to your primeval ancient dance
As I stood rooted in admiring transfixed trance

You tasted once again my human essence
While I in turn took in your luminescence
And then with an imperceptible low hiss
You vanished, leaving me in humbled bliss


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Indeed A Friend

Fear grips me up in my cradle,
highly appreciating having been chosen,
by you as your friend.
Indeed a Friend.

Fear drops a stream,
of tears down my chick;
for loss of your cuddle;
coz, am lost in you.

Fear rolls through my veins
for the uncertainty of pleasurable moments;
cut-causing disequilibrum.
Could it really become an unfortunate attempt?

Fear ignites my emotions,
turning it into a fearless substance;
Oh! how the mind could wonder,
Could it really become an unfortunate attempt?


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Larry Rice

Larry Rice did something nice
When he made his life a sacrifice
Larry Rice did something right
By turning someone's darkness into light
As I wonder about right and right
I wonder what God did to Larry Rice
And I see visions of the bitterly poor
Those cursing God for being so poor
I see visions of Gods children 
being without
without a home, without a coat
without  food, without pity
Then I see a vision of God
raising up a man
A man who would turn pity 
into repentance
And then turn repentance
into a gift
to and from God
And not just stop at pity
God did something very nice
When God made Larry Rice


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ALL TO GIVE

BREATHING THE KISSES OF THE MOONLIGHT I DESIRE AS I LIGHT THE SUN'S FIRE.

SHARING THIS MOMENT WITH SOMEONE SO SPECIAL AND TRUE.

I AM HOPING TO PULL THROUGH THE PETALS OF THE MAGNOLIAS ARE FALLING FROM 
THE TREES.

THEIR BEAUTY IS CAUSING ME TO FALL TO MY KNEES.

I CAN FEEL THE GENTLE BREEZE AS I GIVE A LIGHT SNEEZE TO MY ALLERGIES.

ALL TO GIVE ALL TO SHARE AT THIS POINT I DON'T EVEN CARE I AM IN A WONDERFUL 
BLISS.

I CAN FEEL THE SPRING MIST AS I WRITE DOWN MY LIST.

TO FREE MYSELF FROM THE WORRIES OF THE DAY AND GIVE MYSELF AWAY TO 
NEWER HEIGHTS.

TO THE ROSE PETALS OF THE DAY WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW I FEEL AT MY VERY 
BEST.

SPEAKING TO THE CLOUDS AS THE HEAVENS SHINE DOWN TO GIVE US HOPE TO 
ENLIGHTEN OUR CONSCOIUS.

AQUARIUS AND PISCES ARE FLOWING IN HARMONY OF THE SEA.

LIBRA IS JUDGING WHO WILL BE NEXT IN HER MANY TRIALS.

GEMINI IS A MIXTURE OF HAPPINESS AND SORROW WITH A HOPE THAT THERE WILL 
BE A TOMORROW.

LEO HAS STRENGTH AND IS MIGHTY WITH A ROAR THAT CAN WAKE UP THE DEAD.

SAGITTARIUS ARCHES TOWARD DIRECTION AND POSSIBLITIES.

TARUS IS RAMMING FOR RESPECT OF THE OTHERS.

ALL I CAN SAY IS I AM FULLY REFRESHED AND WILLING TO DO MY BEST.


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HIS NAME IS NICK

through his mom he has come to know me 
and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails
I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up
she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles
to pull this large woman up,i saw  such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to
have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick
must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know
such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God
Bless Nick


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Ode to an Eastern Lady

		
		1

Behold!  that human angel hovering
not in bright skies but on far-distant land
a siren voice, hypnotic, echoing – 
desperate singing, sundry songs without demand – 

Till comes that calming gentle rest.

Unfettered wings whose feather tips remain
too still until in cauldron stirs the beast
found’ring gales ablast from vicious East
near off rip her appendages with his disdain – 

Till comes that zephyr from the West

resounding with his promises, his prayer
that joined would be they both in aether air.
		
		2

But, lo!  Across that mighty depth of sea
where stands that noble knight in disarray
his hand a pen to wield in poetry
an arm to hold a shield from harm to her delay – 

Till comes for her he on his steed – 

The mighty dragon spewing searing flame
to burn her tender flesh with hateful scorn 
repelled she with her wits not words foresworn
an oath to not repeat nor say his hated name – 

Till comes the time they both agreed –

resounding with his promises, his prayer
that joined they may be one eternal pair.

		3.

At length their spirits crossed the massive span
that ocean looming far too wide and deep
one lady waiting long, 
long waiting longing for her patient man – 
her promises, the oath she vowed to keep
for him in loving song.

At last their spirits met in fond embrace
and bodies twisted as a knotted rope
in love together found,

though sight unseen, he never saw her face,
nor did she his except with faith and hope
their love at last be crowned.

		4

The gods looked down upon two distant lands
upon what kept two loves apart
and joined the knight’s and his fair lady’s hands
into one soul, one beating heart
exhaling into each as one communal breath
immortalizing them without eternal death.

Till now, no eyes have seen with certain sight
these loves that burn in morn and evening light.


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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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Nicole

 I don't know where you are, but I hope you're near
 Hope you know the times I seem to feel you here
 Sometimes I think of the friendship taken away 
 And wonder if there was ever really such a day
 When the presence in the room was real
 And you could take away anything bad I'd feel
 I will always remember when our hearts were free
 And remember the girl who was so much like me
 I will always wonder why you had to leave this world
 But never will I forget that happy, lively girl
 When I see butterflies floating side by side
 I will pray one is you, still free in your new life
                      Julie Stephenson


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existantialists plight

This is my plight, as well as my creed,
To sacrifice my wants for the sake of my needs,
I'll yield to my heart, and I'll humor my will,
But I'll never be strayed from the blanks I must fill,
To exist with the determination to aid one another,
With the hope we can benefit our sisters and brothers,
To be loyal and sympathetic to all of my friends,
Even though we're guaranteed our share of dead ends,
To be honest to others as well as myself,
And never be seduced by the grandure of wealth,
I'll become a fountain of knowledge, from which everyone may drink,
To revitalize that spark that allows you to think,
And from that spark I hope there will burn a great fire,
That spreads through the ages to carry on my desires


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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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A letter to a son

Now,the pumpkin is ripe,
we're only a few days from the year's first mealie cob.
The cows are giving us lots of milk,
taken in the round it isn't a bad year at all-
if it weren't for your father.
Your father's back is back again
and all the work has fallen on my shoulders,
your little siblings are doing fine at school,
only Linda's becoming a problem.
You'll remember we wrote you-did you get our letter?
-you didn't answer-you see,since your father's back started,
we haven't been able to raise enough to send Linda to school,
she spends most of the time crying alone;
it's mainly because because of her that I'm writing this letter.
I had thought you would be with us last xmas,
then I thought maybe you were busy
and you'll make it at easter-
it was then your father nearly left us son,
then I thought I would come to see you soon before the cold season sets in-
you know how I hate that time of year-but then your father went down again
and this time,worse than any other time before.
We were begginng to think he would never see another sowing season.
I asked your sister Linda to write you,but your father wouldn't agree
-you know how stubborn he is when he has to lie in bed all day
or,gets one of those queer notions of his that everybody is deserting him!
Although we had to borrow a little from those who have it 
to treat your father,and you know how he hates borrowing!
     That's all I want to say.
     I do hope you would be with us soon.
     It's so long ago since we saw you last,
      -I hope this letter finds you still at the old address,
      the only address we know.


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USE ME INDEFINITELY,LORD

This heavy heart of wanderer rode
on the unremitting winds of sin...
riding on waves that only lulled
my many unsurmountable fears
and with no wings to hold me up,
I couldn't notice I was drifting past hope;
the distant sun brilliantly shone,
unable to reach those dark places within...

Use me indefinitely,Lord...
and make that bond stronger,
which was lost when I was younger;
use me indefinitely,Lord...
to amend the unkept promises 
and the false will to live...
but looking to others for advice,
it all added up to wordly lies!

Why haven't I yet been blessed... 
to share my blessings with others,
and be shielded from my enemies
with that invincible sword called,"Faith.";
why haven't I given up all the earthly joys...
to look up and cleanse me of all ugliness?  

Use me indefinitely,Lord...
to never go back to those alluring ways:
to appease human behavior and bypass
a peaceful and long life ;
use me indefinetely,Lord...
at least,there is one left
to be redemeed by remorse and guilt,
and proclaim you shamelessly!


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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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my love

shall we walk 
just u and me
have u seen him
my love the only person who if a say love never existed am a mouth watering liar
don belive me tell every one my witnesses the my love is really he is here and has come to stay help me beg him not to go for love is real and pure as water
andall proposal door closed 
shall we go through that door u and i
for richer for poor


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Trevor, Trevor

Trevor, Trevor you're so hot 
you're just like a boiling pot.
Even though you may be dumb
I'm just glad you don't suck your thumb.

Trevor, Trevor you're my only desire
for a while I've been your secret admire.
You remind me of a flower
so sweet and gentle but yet full of power.

Trevor, Trevor I like you a lot 
but I'm probably just another dot.
Maybe someday you'll notice me too
Ha! i doubt that'll go through.

Trevor, Trevor as far as i can see 
I just know you don't like me.
You always set my heart on fire
it's given me a flat tire.


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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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Hanging On

hanging on to your every word 
your every glance 
i look into you deep eyes 
looking for a suprise 
one that will wake me 
wake me from my sleep 
my sleep of cold 
you made me want to hang on again 
hang on to life 
life that can start again 
start new and clean 
but wait a moment 
are you sure that you want me 
want me like you say 
say that you mean it 
mean that you want me 
want me to love you 
love me to stay
i'll get down on my knees 
and beg for your love 
you love of eternal hope 
you hope and faith in me 
its beautiful and hurtful 
all at the same time 
so do you want this 
like you say you do 
if from your lips the answer is yes 
then hang on like i will be always