I am the spirit of satin stardust
and the antiquities of golden memories alive
I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun
and greet you in the misty morning light
I am the steady and rolling drum beat
echoing from the jagged heights above
I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters'
and the freedom birds of love
I rise above the white summer clouds
in lilting songs of grace
and roam with the western tail-winds
to take you home again
I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty
of love hope and faith
I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.
YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF MY PAIN
SOMEONE WHO IS A TRUE GOD SEND
EVEN THOUGH YOU LIVE SO FAR
YOU HAVE HEALED MY SCARS
A CHILD- LIKE INNOCENSE THAT YOU POSSESS
IS SOMETHING I LOVE AND I MUST CONFESS
THE WORLD HAS YET TO REALISE
SOMETHING THAT I VISUALIZE
FOR THEIR IS A DREAMER WHO CAN HYPNOTISE
THIS SLEEPY WORLD WITH HIS GOLDEN EYES
THE LIGHT IS HIDDEN IN HIS TRUE ART
SUPERSEDING THE OLD AND YOUNG HEARTS !
MY LOVER-ARTIST YOU HAVE CHANGED ME
AND THIS LOVE HAS NOW SET ME FREE
FROM THE SATANIC WORLD OF DARKNESS
NOW I HAVE FOUND SOLACE
IN YOUR POETRY...
I CAN BREATH THE FRESH AIR OF LIBERTY
AND SPEAK MY MIND WITH BREVITY
IN YOUR EYES I FOUND MY INNOCENCE
FOR YOU TAUGHT ME PATIENCE WITH PERSEVERANCE
MY LOVER I WISH TO DRINK YOUR SENSUOUS LIPS
LOVE YOU TILL THE MORNING KISS
I WOULD BECOME THE LINES OF YOUR PALM
HUG YOUR LOVE WITH MY OPEN ARMS....
Copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha
This is for a very very very very special person !
Clouds endlessly float
beyond broad horizon
Clusters of soft cotton
Light and Oh so fluffy
Only to be held so high
Up up and away we go
Drifting through the air
Slowly releasing wetness
Tribute To The Blind
Also this is my entry for
By John Weaver
At school I learned to read and write, to add and take away,
Of geography and history and sports I learned to play
They taught me all about the world and even outer space
And how to beat another as competition I would face
I learned of lands and cultures that had a different cause
And so we fought and beat them in many different wars
They said that strength and power was the thing I needed most
That I should learn to conquer others, no matter what the cost
They taught me how to be a winner at my work and play
And never mind the loser who may fall along the way
Through all those years of learning the plan was plain to see,
The only thing that mattered was what I could do for ME
Then I met my teacher who taught me something new
That all those things I’d learned had nothing at all to do
With living life with purpose and thought for our fellow man
By showing care and love to others as often as we can
My teacher taught me that life is a level playing field
That we’re all in it together sharing wounds that must be healed
There simply is no difference between you and me
We’re all God’s own children and one big family
My teacher taught the needs of others and the hardships they have to face
May well have been my own, if not for God’s good grace
That handicaps and weaknesses are really there to prove
How fortunate I am to see and talk and hear and move
My teacher showed that happiness is just a case of choice
Instead of choosing sadness we simply choose rejoice
Rejoice that we are able to experience every day
The beauty that the blind can’t see and words the mute can’t say
To walk and talk and feed yourself are gifts you should embrace
It’s the taking part that matters and not who wins the race
And as each and every one of us is taking part in life
What matters most is our gratitude regardless of our strife
To be grateful for the gifts you have and not those you desire
Is the secret to your happiness and to which you should aspire
To show your love to others with help, support and care
To let them know if needed that you are always there
My teacher taught me lessons I never will forget; and I know it sounds absurd
But she taught me all of this and yet…SHE NEVER SPOKE A WORD.
(I call Emily my teacher because although she cannot speak and can do so little, she has taught me so much).
This place is full of bigness
the dog is big, the masters foot is big
And I am small, a mouse, a house mouse
I scurry about in the dark
crumbs are beautiful things, I eat
But I feel small, a mouse, a house mouse
I am warm and dry, but afraid
I live my life afraid, of their bigness,
of the cat, of hunger, of being caught
The little girl smiled...
She said, a little darling, cutest thing!
Mama,, look a mouse..
I am not a thinker, simple me
Just a mouse, a house mouse....
Personify an Animal contest
A puzzle piece you are to me
Like a vine without any leaves.
Your heart is pure your soul is
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes
it seemed, knowing they said
no babies for me! Always a
surprise you seem to be just
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months
you walked but not until 4 did
you first talk! Always a terror
making a beautiful mess always
a surprise that has yet to be
met! The twists and turns I
know we will see will seem
somewhat like a roller coaster
to me! The milestones and
special gifts you bring will make
my life seem Like a dream, my
special boy I have always said
How special I knew not till
Aspergers they said! The
journey will be trying the
journey will seem long! But
with our family together we will
chug along! My special boy I
love you so and cannot wait to
see you mature and grow! Now
we have a goal we have our
dream you see to make you the
perfect fitting puzzle piece!!
Written by: Christina Kirks
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr
Mommy loves you to eternity
and beyond! Forever and
My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes
My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy
My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will
My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light
My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends
My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow
My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day
But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words
So, he thinks the game is done,
But it's been too much fun
Bouncing him back and forth between my paws
And taunting him with toothy jaws.
He used pretty words to get away
But he knows he cannot stay
For I have the cheese that is his fix
And even addicts run out of tricks.
Now my little mouse has taken a mate
And looks to love to resolve his fate.
But when he thinks he's free and clear,
That's when I shall reappear.
This is a game he cannot win.
Felines know the minds of men.
One day my little mouse must resign
To live his life by a cat's design.
For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we share together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!! with Suyog Pagare
Here is our Indian Hero,MS Dhoni,
an ideal role model to many.
Whenever Dhoni is batting at the crease,
viewers say,"Do not disturb me please"!
He regards Seven as his lucky number,
and he is as cool as a cucumber.
Everytime he comes onto the field,he prays to the Sun,
and later returns to the pavilion with an emphatic win.
He looks calm and composed in any kind of situation,
and turns the team into a mood of celebration.
He is a real hard-hitter of the cricket ball,
and the target set by the opposition seems to be small.
He is very sharp behind the stumps,
and extremely quick between the wickets.
He is a perfect modern day game changer,
and the opposition can sense that they are in danger!
He absolutely loves executing "The Helicopter Shot",
and no other player can match his talent,in short.
He tries to bring the best out of every player,
and always looks at things in a positive manner.
He has been listed among the top 100 by "The Times",
and hope he achieves many more in his future games.
- And -
The Earth's surface
And to all
With redeeming life
Cause for freedom
To set Thee free....
ONE DAY I SAW YOU SMILING INTO THE SUN LOOKING SO PEACEFUL.
WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD WITH NO WORRIES IN YOUR HEART.
I WAS STANDING IN YOUR PRESENCE HOLDING YOUR HAND WITH NO ONE KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT WAS AHEAD OF ME.
THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU VANISHED FROM MY SIGHT YOU SLIPPED AWAY FROM ME LIKE SAND FROM MY HAND.
THE WORLD SEEMED TO STOP WHEN YOU SLIPPED AWAY FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH.
THE TEARS BEGAN TO SUDDENLY FLOW FROM MY EYES HOW COULD THIS BE I WAS JUST IN YOUR PRESENCE.
I TRULY MISS YOU BUT I HOPE ONE DAY WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN.
I HOPE ONE DAY WE CAN GREET EACH OTHER IN THE AFTERLIFE.
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN I WILL KEEP YOU IN MY HEART I WILL KEEP YOU CLOSE TO ME.
I HOPE THAT ONE DAY WE CAN BE AT PEACE WITH ONE ANOTHER.
WE WERE WALKING IN THE RAINBOWS AND WE WERE LOVING THE SIGHT
Rahul Dravid is called "The Wall",
A true servant to the game of Bat and Ball.
He is nicknamed Mr.Dependable,
since his dedication is Remarkable.
He displays a lot of commitment,
with his great temperament.
He is a man who is selfless,
and the number of runs he scored is countless.
He has played consistently against all nations,
indeed,with a lot of patience.
Though his game looks quite simple,
opponents have to do a job which is ample.
Everytime he comes out to bat in any session,
he seems to be like a Man on a Mission.
His technique to budding stars is like a guide book,
the footprints of Dravid in Indian cricket have the best look.
Was it enough or was it too much?
Sometimes too fast but always too slow!
God knows that I come with these seeds that grow.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that knows?
Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go!
I say I can qualify!
Where was I and why was I there?
Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt!
God knows that I come riding in on a prayer.
I absorb every single touch inside and out,
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one that cares?
Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare!
I say I can magnify!
What did I say and what did I do?
Sometimes too quite but always too loud!
God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud.
Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one in the crowd?
Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how.
I say I can intensify!
Do I want to or do you need me to?
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don’t care.
God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue.
I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare.
But why should I?
Why should I be the only one with this view?
Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you!
I say, “I SANCTIFY”!
®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
First seek the Kingdom
The Kingdom of God
- And -
Understand the meaning....
The meaning of the
In the eyes' of God...
Understanding what it mean's
To One's self
And just what it means'
Fore the word of the Lord
Has been be-set
Frightened; scared; worrisome, that's how I am..
Not that I am so ****ed up or too bad..
Rather I am caring so much...
Or maybe I have experienced too much..
I built up walls to protect myself...
I restricted myself to rules and regulations..
I defined and structured ways to be in control..
I followed a pattern to avoid dominion...
Maybe because of how I have grew up..
Maybe because of how the persons treated me..
Maybe because of how situations challenge me..
Maybe because of actual experience..
True, I am almost exactly like that..
Few have taken the time and effort to discover me..
Behind those smiles are hidden pains to burst..
Behind those silence are quiet tears waiting to break..
Behind those hugs are yearnings of affection.
Behind those compositions are me: myself...
Yet, I have always been hopeful...
Always holding on...
Not that of pretentions.
Nor to give good impression..
Rather, It is because of that burning faith..
It is because of that selfless love...
Didn't I laugh hard until I'm teary eyed..
Didn't I sing so much until my voice hoarse..
Didn't I eat so much that I burp..
Didn't I given so much that I'm remembered...
Didn't I still love so much that I don't expect any returns..
I lie to protect people I love..
I break rules to get closer to what I want..
I work hard to attain my dreams...
I try to be the happy me to me others happy..
I am living my life the way I know right..
I made mistakes and even failed..
but, I rejoice to acknowledge these didn't stop me..
These didn't lead me to quit..
I rise up..
I stood up..
I am still here..
God, helped me through it all..
Doe's things' seem strange
Not what they used to be
This is for the first time
The first time in History
Doe's things' seem slow
While a bestselling economy
Just doe's not grow'
Everything is a shroud
And everyone must know...
It is time
It is time one may say
For a One World Government
To save the day'
But, their is one thing
That I would like to say
And that is that
By the Blood of Jesus
Things' wouldn't be this way
What We really don't need
Is a new government
What we do need
Is a New Covenant'
With ' GOD '
Did anyone think
Of the way
That it should be
To dwell in the House of the Lord
For all Eternity...
To be with the Prince of King'
To be with the Almighty
With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD '
Where He has already prepared
A place for you and me...
Of the Heart
When Fishing in the
Sea of Love
One simply must
Choose to use
In My final resolution
Go to meet God
He is ready to
Me in all
Of My inequities'
That which I do present
- In -
The Rendition of Sound
Gave such a gift
Of so many things'
And by His Grace
Can be found
I do surrender' to Thee
With bended Knee
He stand's by My side
He comforts' me
He is the Messiah
The King' to Me
I chose to live Live
Out all of My Life
- Fore -
That is My
Will their be a New Government
Is this some kind of trick
Will His name be Lucifer?
The infamous' 666
Have been a fore warned
Way back from the day'
That their will be no ' GOD '
And that is the only way'
That we shall see Him
And that it is to He
That we must pray...
I extol your virtues.
I lean back,exulting at
your innovation and
A dream come true-I
I salute your inventive
Paragon of excellence.
An out-let for display of
emotions and feelings in
housing the enlightened
Your ship of knowledge
ferry talents from
obscurity to lime-light.
Giving preference to no
race or gender.
I salute you sunlight of
A safe haven for
bringing imaginations to
Kudos! I pray:
The spread of night
shall not over-shadow.
How do I stop my heart from loving you when I have already surrendered my heart
to you. How could I retreat in falling out of love for you when I am totally hopelessly,
madly, and devotedly in love with you. I do not know how to stop loving you
because my heart and head are well trained to be devotedly in love with you.It is
impossible to fall out of love from you because you are sweet and delicious as
cookie. Please come for me. I will not stop begging you to be mine. I belong to you,
and you belong to me, my King David.
They visit me here though they think me dead
They all think me a long time gone
The mausoleum is quiet, with only a dark shadow
Creeping upon its ancient walls, and thats of my own
The heavy door seems to creek all of sudden I think
Outside I hear the sounds of what seems like footsteps
I open that very old secret door which leads to my rest
And with a heavy heart consumed by this fire, I prepare for the kill
But then, outside, there is no one, no one is there
No one out there now to steal from me this time in here
Outside now I catch only the furtive and dark shadows
As I hear the lonesome cry of a howling wolf or hurting bird
I dart quickly another look again to my ancestral and cold coffin
My fateful resting place is one more time again safe
No friend nor foe to release me to free me tonight from my woes
And from all of my black and torturous betraying thoughts
I, Barnabas Collins, I stand here in all this darkness alone
As I close my weary eyes for another moment and rolling time
Then again I hear the wind moaning and hear the wind weeping
The dogs are howling and my wounded heart abates in the wind
They're my only companions in my endless and perpectual sorrow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
July 22, 2010
All of My Dreams'
Should not be beset
All of the inclinations'
And what is to be....
' Trusting In Jesus '
One must walk
Straight pass the Den
And into the Room of
Where His Blessing
Are to be bestowed
Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
I KNOW THAT I AM A TRUE SURVIVOR THE HOLY GHOST HAS BEEN MY SPIRITUAL PROVIDER.
IN THE MIDST OF THE MY STORM HE WAS THERE TO KEEP ME WARM.
THERE WERE TIMES WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO GIVE UP ON THIS LIFE.
BUT THE HOLY SPIRIT WAS THERE TO BRING ME UP IN TO THE LIGHT.
KEEPING ME SAFE THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT.
THE SUNLIGHT IN THE MORNING AND THE MOONSHINE AT NIGHT HE KNOWS HOW TO MAKE EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT.
HE MAKES MY PATHS STRAIGHT AND NARROW FOR I KNOW THAT HIS EYE IS ON THE SPARROW.
MY SOUL YEARNS FOR HIM AND MY SPIRIT HUNGERS FOR HIM DAILY.
EVERY SECOND EVERY MINUTE AND EVERY HOUR.
HE IS MY ALL IN ALL HE IS THE AIR THAT I BREATHE AND THE NOURISHMENT TO MY SOUL.
HE IS THE PROVIDER AND THE NAVIGATOR OF MY JOURNEY
It’s a great day,
When I can say,
I am the best me,
And you will see.
I will come to you in a dream,
I will be a shout with a scream.
I will be an unmistaken seed.
Balancing every want or need!
I am on a mission you see,
To be the very best of me,
There will be nothing to say.
The Moon will set my day.
I am the need,
The deep seed,
You will hear my scream,
Planting myself in a dream!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
It was a beautiful morning
And a good trip to the Church
The Church Service's
Were really good!
Along the way,
This morning something
Was Oh so different......
Instead of making a 'Tithing"
I had to write an "IOU'
***Never try this one at Home!
Weak and alone,
As I follow each task.
Too much time,
Looking through the tears of an hour glass.
Looking for purpose,
In a world so humble.
My Heart, It Breaks,
My Walls, They Crumble.
Mountain to mountain,
Going up and down.
Along with the riches,
Whose being selfishly crowned.
Who is he to feed,
The hungry and the poor?
Who is she to bleed,
When a million other people come left and right,
Just to find out what they're put here for.
We're moving up one,
Then taking two steps back.
There will be many more times,
Where our lives gets all off track.
Waiting and watching,
As our world makes it's spouts.
Cursing and sobbing,
Not living any moment like it counts.
Watching people die,
From the inside, out,
As our world breaks down in heavy shakes.
The people start to scream and shout,
"I Pray The Lord My Soul To Take!!"
Loving and considerate
The first of her kind'
She is a glimpse of
Her own reflection
Garnered from time'
A reflection worthy
- Of -
Fore She is
Her Mother's child
Willful and obedient
She shall always' smile
She is also a Child of God
Divinely and duly resurrected
She is only surpassed
By Her tenacity,
And her capacity
Which should be the envy
Due to it's charm and varsity
And her Self of well being
Have faith in the
When the Time come's
When thing's get rough
And He will..
Deliver you up...
Fore in His House
Their is His Mansions'
With plenty room for
And with the new coming
Of each and new Soul
Their is a shift in the very Soul's
For every-one knows'
The song of restoration...
Fore Revalations' is only
A hand shake away....
And it is to He that we must pray....
He is I
and I am Him
we sing one song
even in our sleep
my breath completes His
and He exhales life
into my deprived lungs
and when we look into
its explosions of feelings
that even I cannot understand
we fell in love
me and Him
Him and I
when i was concieved...
He is my now and then
and every single strand
of our communication satisfies
He and I
Me and Him
and he dripped his blood
to spare mine
He felt the pain of that knife
'til the dead and deep end
so I can live
and i live for Him...
He is my redeemer
the Messiah...Jesus Christ...
Inanimate as I am
With my blood I irrigate Leaves
And leave indellible
Traces of time and brains
Under the breath of literary colours
Breathless though I am
To abstracts, I give soul
I have trod horror paths
I have witnessed the ugly boast of crime
In heights and in depths
I have seen the reality of fiction
And the strength of imagination, I have felt
Entreat me and trail the trace of my life-blood
And let me in black and white enlighten you
Let me in bold print, thrill you
Of romance - the fondliest
Of chest - the deadliest
Of whisper, of truth, of love, of nothingness
But something the pen-man told me!
To be bold, firm, yet tactful
Although, he it is that compels me
To provocations and incitements
Although he, never I, that is acquitted
Of libel, of sedition, of insurrection
As he is the revered and the vaunted
Hence, of the laws I give soul to
I am immune to, because
Inanimate I am
"Dreams,noteworthy and passionate,
amount to nothing but meaningless memories"
Father invaded and bruised the soul,
Grabbed it of all the ambiguity and hope...
Still,the power of words remained,
Ink etched on white crisp paper,
bringing the ever-vicious inspiration
to the fore-front in myriad ways.
An amateur teen,bruised, yet
Hope and sense of belief kept me up!!
I dreamt and envisioned,
All i wanted and would accomplish,
not to avenge but triumph...
I wrote succintly and with tears,
for those who needed LOVE,
Love was the healer and Comforter,
Love which i missed and dreaded completely...
As i stood in the husky sunlight,
Girl with an ecstatic smile says,
"Book that was all powerful yet
a guiding force and the only one i have"
and i stood there in silence
completely stirred and emotionally healed..
THERE I WAS-A WRITER......
I am longing for you to return to me to make me complete. I cannot do anything
when you are away. I cannot live without you. My heart is echoing many cries. Tears
saturate my face as if it is perspiration. My heart is vacant and lonely now that you
are gone. I am beseeching you with my arms outstretched waiting for you to return in
them. My heart is calling for you, so I know you will come back to me. I will wait
longingly for you, father, Jehovah to return to me.
Ride the wave to Salvation'
There is no greater destination
Along the road of subtly
Their are so many places
That I'd rather be
Ridding the wave of destiney
Doth' Thy Ship sail for me
To that far off land of Peace
In order that He
The Lord Jesus
Will set me free
Ride that wave to Glory
Let, the feeling ariise in Me
For Glorious is He
Who am I? I ask myself. Am I good enough to love or am I good enough to be
loved? Am I capable of finding the man of my dreams,who would love me
unconditionally - A love that will last until death do us part. How do I go on this
minute; the next hour, the next day, the next year, and even the next decade. Who
would want me, the discarded to marry. All I am is the rejected; used tissue, that no
one wants. I know I deserve better. How can I see pass exploitation- to be used
and then to be tossed away. I am God's child who deserve to love and to be love
unconditionally by the man of my dreams. But first, I am me and deserve to
celebrate because I exist, and I am good person. I deserve to live without control,
oppression, sexual exploitation. I will always honor and celebrate my life even if no
one wants me, the discarded.
AFTER LIFE: (HOPE COMES)
AFTER ALL OF YOUR RECKLESS LIFE CHOICES,
THE ONLY TRUE ARCHILLES HEAL IS ONESELF.
REGRET NOT YOUR PATH IN LIFE,
BUT ONLY THE IGNORANT REACTIONS.
AFTER OVER COMING QUITE HARSH CONDITIONS
OF YOUR EARTHS ELEMENTS
THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD PONDER IS THE TOTAL
IGNORANCE OF YOUR DEAF EARS KEEPING
YOU FROM SEEING THE WHOLE PICTURE.
BLINDING YOU FROM ALL
THE UNSPOKEN WORDS OF YOUR LIFE,
RELATIONSHIPS THAT SUFFERED,
YOUR BROKEN HEARTS EMOTIONS RUNNING WILDLY.
OUR BATTLE STRICKENED WOUNDS TRYING TO HEAL;
NEEDING OUR BANKRUPED SOULS SAVED
FROM ALL THE CHAOTIC SORROWS SUFFOCATING US DAILY.
OUR OUR HOMELANDS
FEARS ESCAPING HOLD OF US
MOMENTS IN TIME LOST TRAGICLY.
BE ALL THAT YOU ARE FROM WITHIN,
SIMLIFY EVERYTHING. BEING HONEST WITH YOURSELF,
ABOUT THE TRUTH OF YOUR LIFE.
IT IS EXTREMELY HARSH, AND HARD PAINFUL WORK,
BUT AT LEAST YOU'LL HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE OF
KNOWING THAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. Y
YOU'LL UNLOCK THE POWER FROM WITHIN
YOU'LL GROW IN STRENGTH, CONFIDENCE.
YOU'LL SET YOURSELF FREE AND APART OF THIS WORLD
AND THE HUMAN CONDITION.
YOU'LL GROW AND OPEN YOUR MIND TO BEING KINDER,
TO OTHERS, GOING THE EXTRA MILE.
BELIEVE IN THE TRUTH AND STOP
ALLOWING THE LIES FROM OUR MEDIA AND GOVERNMENT
WITH THEIR ILLUSIONS OF WHAT OUR REALITY TRULY IS.
HOW CAN ONE CHOOSE THIS YOU ASK? ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ACCEPT JESUS INTO YOUR HEART AND KNOW THAT HE DIED FOR YOUR SINS.
Traveling through the galaxies of many and more,
I come up under a Star I have never seen before.
It had light brighter than anything I’ve ever seen.
It was intelligent and wise and incredibly keen.
It could talk it could dance and it could even sing.
It had made all of the worlds and gave them a king.
It had made the Sun and the Moon just for me.
It made me the link for the whole world to see.
I was to link each kingdom according to orders.
Each one had four corners and then four borders.
So I went around the galaxies linking what I could.
Many had burned out Stars that just never would.
I saw where there were no towns or cities at all.
I seen all of the planets made great and small.
There was a missing link to the universe I saw.
I found myself linking it all up standing in awe.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Many there be have turn their backs to thee/
No sense of remorse,
No notion of integrity or respect/
You stand so proud with your head in the air/
Waving your hands like you just don't care ?
But none the worse for wear,
Heroes Are Not Forgotten !
Those men and women who have waved the banner high !
With every bit of stregnth that have fought with no remorse,
We often get tongue tied within ourselves/
In the great melted pot we call The United States of America,
It was for freedom that our ancestor's fought to so desperatley uphold/
Far too many of us take it for granted !
They have eyes but tend to look the other way/
Paying litle to no homage to buw their heads to pray ?
One day every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord !
There will be no mistake about it !
Those that pierced his side and pulled his beard/
Many say that us Christians are wierd/
You will know on that very day that he's not someone that you could play !
Heroes Are Not Fogotten !
Just look what that ass did Ben Laden !
We need to speak up now or forever hold your peace/
This world for some is a will for power,
Perhaps your all in need for a long cold shower/
Stay up late to listen to the radio The Hour Of Power !
No, Heroes Are Not Forgotten in this land of cotton !
We will lift up our head high to look toward the sky/
As a beacon of hope to a hurting worls in need/
Where as other's are just dying to see you bleed,
We will remember John Wayne in this old house of pain/
Bob Marley and The Wailer's,
Ronald Reagan and his awesome plans !
Last but the best Jesus is my man !
The fallen leaves looking at the heavenly sky
and at my own doorstep they, in silence, sigh;
they often criticize my feet as I pass them by.
Day and night, they hang around, relentlessly
and never know that they, actually, bother me
from entering and leaving my place. My kitty
cat does not like them too, ‘cos they do crackle
as she tiptoes out, eagerly, to touch the sparkle
of the afternoon sun. Ah, today I have to tackle
the task of teaching them and myself. Luckily,
these delicate hands of yesterday are totally free
from the arid office, serving my boss with a tea
that I gathered them and place them in a shelter
of green, letting their last smile not just to loiter,
but for them to use it, for Earth to have a better
feel. Now, I see them not, yet they promised me
that they’ll be back once they’ve seen the beauty,
curved from their skin, of a blossoming cherry tree.
I have dreams to flashes n from time
to time I decide to put them down n
people to read I'm plain n simple no
big word nor complex easy to read
,wht I try to say n explain sometimes
is hard so I give up n go months
without writing, I do this to relax,
from the 4 books n many mini storys i
keep coming up with,like I say, I live
in a dream where people pay for me
to tell n they get amazed when I tell
them, thts not a dream thts how my
life has been n how I lived it n have
not gone insane, well not yet !."oh
My name is Princess Sneakers
though I'm better known as Boo.
My life was great before the "dogs"
A fact that's sad but true.
I was the first, then we got Dink
which was O.K. with me.
but once they started getting dogs
they ended up with three.
They chase me and abuse me
they're stupid and they drool
how I wish for the "good old days"
when Kitties had the rule!
I just want to eat and sleep
and to be left alone.
One day they'll all be sorry
'cause I'll run away from home!
In Memory of "Boo"
1/91 to 12/1/08
We'll miss you.
When i was young you were only the face in a picture
I never knew your name, or the things that you've done
I could see your pain, not knowing you, were dying for us all
The lonely man hanging on the wall
Who could do such things as this?
Who are you, man on the cross?
You suffer for those that don't care
Your blind from the tears, as you weep
Blood flows from a spear, sent deep
The dying man hanging on the wall
They crowned you with thorns, spit and scorn
You struggled not or cried aloud
Yet, you prayed to god, to spare this crowd
Take me so, they shall live
I am the truth, the light, the one
For now, here I'am done
I now have a name for my picture
Jesus Christ, Lord of this land, Son of god, King of man!
How to breathe...in the in between.
Is to see that which is unseen,
perfection, betrayed, through
This is me and how i fell to my
My cell is myself.
my key a broken portrait,
given unto immortality's last
I could not go
I could not eat
I could not smoke
I could not breathe
I could not live
I could not die
I could not go
I had to go
I had to eat
I had to smoke
I had to breathe
I had to live
I had to let the love die
I had to go without him there by my side