Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."
Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.
Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.
"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.
Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"
"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--
Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!
Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.
"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!
With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"
"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".
"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"
*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb
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.
A Magic Adventure of Peter The Pan/AKA Peta The Fwying Pan
Peter was a fine young pan with blue eyes
Like all the other pans his age, except,
Peter could not yet pronounce 'R's'--he tried...
And 'L's'...so hard he tried. He even wept.
School had been especially hard today
Peter had been poked, teased, and made fun of
More this day than any other school day...
And the ride home took so long on the bus.
When he came through the door, his mama knew
"Why the long face? Are you hurt? Are you sick?"
"No ma'am," said Peter, "Just tiwad fwom schoow".
"Some cookies and milk may just be the trick!"
Mama said, as Peter sat down to eat.
By now, everyone was gathered around
To hear of his day--and sneak a treat.
So he told them his story...and they frowned.
"How can someone be so cruel! Makes no sense!
You are the smartest and brightest of pans!"
Said Debbie Dishwasher-- then cycle rinsed.
The rest agreed and came up with a plan.
"Okay! It's agreed!" said Bob the blender.
"You need magic!--THAT--we can render!
Charles Chalice and Gail Goblet--my dear
Bring what you have, for this magic milk shake.
Michael Magic Grill...you go get us some beer
And also get Peter a great big steak!"
Then everyone sang together with cheer:
"A parr-ty! A parr-ty! It's a parr-ty!
We are all...having...a magic--parr-ty!"
Everyone was busy, hust'ling around.
Tams the Golden Toaster was making toast.
Tex Texas Tea Pot hummed a whist'ling sound.
David Dish and Sara Spoon danced the most,
Except for Marlon Mop--he could 'get down'!
Carol Crock Pot was fixing up the Soup.
Russell Rolling Pin had rolled out a crust
For a magic pie with love from the coop.
Joann Juicer made fresh smoothies--a must!
Suddenly...a sound was heard on the stoop...
"Who could that be? It's nearly midnight!"
Said Cyndi Chandlier all bright with light.
Christopher Cutting-board called, "I'll go see!"
Vienna Vaccume said, "Not without me!"
"Wait!" Debbie Dishwasher cried from the sink.
"Let's look at more options. We need to think.
It could be someone in need of a meal...
Or, it's a burglar--come here to steal!"
"Everyone else! Quickly! Hide inside me
Until we find out who that sound might be!"
*****end part I...conclusion in part II
The first thing that I recall knowing
As a sturdy and young olive tree
Extremely well rooted and growing
Was the sweltering sunlight on me
For two centuries I took deep root
To prepare for my ultimate fate
So when I could no longer bear fruit
There was then but a decade to wait
I was cut—left to dry for ten years
So that seasoned I’d perfectly be
For what the carpenter engineers
For admirers my beauty to see
Finally, the time came to carve me
Into the stout piece that would bear
The One who came down from His glory
I’d become a rough-hewn olive chair
Into the great city I traveled
The same city once fated for doom
Through alleys, then up a steep stairway
I was put in a small upper room
Beside the simple wooden table
I was placed in center position
Where the King who was born in a stable
Sat prepared to accomplish His mission
He prayed and broke bread with His brothers
As a symbol of what He would do
He blessed it then passed to the others
As His body; ’twas "broken for you"
Then to signify His precious blood
The red wine from the cup He did sip
So that it could cleanse as a flood
As from nail wounds it later would drip
To this day, I still can remember
How it felt when Christ Jesus did rest
I sensed that His love was so tender
Even when He was put to the test
He said, “Father, Father, forgive them”
As He faced His long prophesied death
The love for all things He had poured out
As He uttered His very last breath
Today, the risen Lord I remember
Whose story has long since been told
As I sit in the same dusty chamber
And recall that Last Supper of old
* Placed 1st in Deborah Guzzi's contest, "The Chairs Tale"
For My Children
I have cried so many tears
I have laughted over the years
I have given you my all
I've watched you stumble and seen you fall
and I try'ed to help you through it all
but now your grown and on your on
I hope you remember what you've learn
and teach your children all about heaven
and how much it takes to be a parent
I'm so proud this is true i want you to know
how much i love you
I've been here since quarter past two
I've thought of nought else but you
I just want the chance to see
If this could work for you and me
When i'm with you i always smile
For you i'd walk the extra mile
Finding words to say is hard
I'm scared of letting down my guard
Just to show you i'd change my ways
I'll stop all habits in just one day
I'm fed up with living in the unknown
Lying in bed feeling so alone
I understand if you don't want the same
I will be the only one to blame
For letting you steal my heart
And using the chance to tear it apart.
Sometimes I question my own faith and wonder if you are real,
can you really feel all the pain I feel.
I wonder, Can you hear me god?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep,
do you know the reasons why I weep.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I give up on myself,
is it because you forgot about me and chose to let me deal with myself.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes people hurt me , and sometimes I hurt others,
but it seems you let them be and it's my life you choose to bother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes i feel like I'm your mistake,
is it because you judge me for all the mistakes that I make.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate others and sometimes others hate me,
but it seems you don't see others,
and it's my life with troubles you smother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate you for taking my mother,
Sometimes I hate you even more for portraying my father.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I think of my past,
and that's when I reliaze that nomatter what I'm feeling now,
it will never compare to the pain I was feeling back then.
It's times like this that I realize that's when you truelly chose to be my father,
to scold me, but hold me, to teach me but reach me.
To show me that my pain won't always last.
I believe this is true, at least that's the picture you drew,
yet I still wondwer, Can you hear me God?
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).
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
How it must hurt you so on days like this,
Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
Confused you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
It's not real and all in your head is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you almost every day,
Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
Lord God, send us Your Divine and Moral Virtues to assist people
Faith, to deeply understand and produce evidence to the unseen
Impart Hope to be determined and persevere successfully
For persons to consider a little generosity to Charity
To present Prudence by being careful
For untruthfulness to bring into Justice
Give fortitude for lawmakers and government officials to be strong
Bring in Temperance to exercise Patience and Tolerance
We ask these in the name of Father Christ Jesus to send out the Virtues of the Holy Spirit
Sweet silence of a Sunday morn,
The world of weekday chaos shorn,
Not even the honking of a horn
As traffic idled,
Held back by the arms of the Law,
Impelled to wait, with tempers raw,
Stewing in the sun's hot maw,
And as I stood outside a shop,
Wondering why the world had stopped,
Out of the stillness came a "flop",
A sound so faint.
Repeated with a steady beat,
Approaching from the small side street,
Till into view, with flapping feet -
A sight so quaint -
Emerged a plodding mother duck,
Welded to her scrambling pack,
Never once e'en glancing back
To take a tally!
(Which baby duck would ever fail
To follow close on mother's tail
When upon the pilgrim trail,
Or dare to dally?)
A Moses on full purpose bent,
No glance to right or left she lent
As straight across the road she went,
To lead her brood
Down into the flowing stream,
Where ducks may swim and ducks may dream,
Safe from the ire and hissing steam
Of traffic queued.
And did she realize her luck
On reaching the promised land, Ma Duck?
That out of danger she'd been plucked,
By humans saved?
For some observant soul in sight
Had soon foreseen approaching plight
And brought the police upon the site
To part the waves!
You never heard what I said until you listened to yourself
The silence is too loud diving deep in your ears
Don’t be too thunderous improve your disagreements
Silence has painted jungles of rage making flammable thoughts dangerous
This unsafe poetry screaming back to us is no surprise but revelations chapters
So long the silence watered windows of soles with salted tears in our faces
Sing along I guess is time the church of poetry screaming big for us
Chanting secrets silence can’t keep up with all this evidence
Word of mouth so poetic I witness it’s the priest himself in poetry
Scrambled word by word the poetry sounded like its time for violence
Civilised Mr Silence can’t keep up with all this resistance
Famous like the drug eating our nation silently
Sometimes Silence has to listen to Himself
So dangerous unplugging poetic thunders lightning comes natural
Silently the explosion encourages you to massage your brains
The darkness gets light your common sense shift to the next step…
Hypnotised in the middle of sex Mr Silence can’t think straight
Mr Silence leaves behind prints of rhymes as evidence to chase flawless rhymes
In the freeway of hope quietly policing creativity speed cops might hack his brain
Behind the bridge of speed traps lives Mr Peaceful Die-quietly
Sliced quietly before exposing the implementation of his loudness in poetry
Mr Silence loves his loudness
Though he's forever silent
Wonder for a Generation
A Generation exposed
All kindred and tongue
Celebrating under One Lord
- And -
Serving One Jesus'
To the long suffering
One all Mighty God
Since the beginning
by Ellen Fahey
I'm trying so hard to hide in here,
but, her emotions won't release me.
Why does she fear?
I am just a tear.
made for healing.
If she'd just let me loose,
her pain I could ease.
But, here I am
I'm locked inside,
Lord, won't you help her, please?
Help her to see that it's okay
to feel what she feels.
Let me fall from her eyes,
and caress her tender cheek,
for it will be in my release
that she will hear you speak.
For I am nothing to fear.
I am just a tear.
made for healing.
A new beginning
Doth' adorn your feet
In the life
The Heavens' shall
And sprout forth
The seed's of your
white on blue
tears wave to
pain on cue"
~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing
I have this image
of Him and me
in a pasture.
It is bordered on one side by a wall of stones,
dug up from the soil by generations of worriers
Behind us is a narrow dirt road,
protected by Sugar Maples flaming
in their orange clothes.
Some birches are standing close by.
They say things I do not understand
but find pleasant.
And so when they do speak,
I take notice, as if I did know.
The sun reaches inside
me and heals every rawness, all pain.
We sit there,
He and I.
Our arms are about each others shoulders
like two boys
who’ve not yet let the world
fill them with shame.
We gaze across fields
destined to die.
But, for now, they smell
sweet from dewy hay that has been cut and rolled,
waiting for the barn.
Silence is our dialogue.
Some hawks in the sky seem drunk
from the bounty of this last warm day.
They take daredevil plunges toward earth
as they play.
Ghosts who scare themselves once told me
that this love is won only
But this is a myth;
it is not His way.
All I need to do
This is simply enough
and all I ever want.
By John Weaver
‘What right has she got to be happy?’ said a friend to me one day,
With people at war and wanting and suffering in every way.
What right has she got to be happy with taxes as high as the sky,
And with the cost of living still rising, why is she so happy, why?
What right has she got to be happy when the weather’s so miserably bleak,
When the sun shines for a day and then goes away and it’s wet for the rest of the week?
What right has she got be happy when she can’t walk or talk or see,
Why is she smiling so brightly, it’s truly a mystery to me?
‘What right have you got to be moaning;’ came my eventual reply.
You should be glad to be fit and able and grateful, not to decry
What right have you got to be moaning, just look at her and you’ll see
That the only reason she’s happy is – she’s simply decided to be.
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
**********Note: The Game is over********
The second batter put th ball
Over the fence
No one knew where it went
It screamed and it screeched the sky
And burdened it's silence with light
Their was an Angel in deep middle field
It was also an Angel of the LORD
He really fielded it hard....
He swept so high
That he breech the sky
He braved the breath of
Death and Eternity
But, He make it back eventually
He cast that ball in the name
Of the Lord
But, He didn't cast that hard
And as it turned out
The game was won
In the name of the Father
And the Holy Son
And this is how we have
To end this pun!
When you have a little
And you can see...
Is in a struggle
When you are down
Wearing a frown..
With your head hanging
Hanging down to the ground
Give just a little
And see that smile
- Fore -
This is the time
Where the whole World
Will smile with you!
Let the Lord BLESS you
the morning dew...
For the Rest of your Life,
Don't reminisce a lot.
Don't ponder to dare,
Nor sit and stare.
For the Rest of your life,
Strive for the best
And never give in to the rest.
Just stroll along, Singing your Happy Song.
Smiling and glowing, Cause you're all knowing!
For the Rest of your life,
The end is always near.
So, don't even fear.
You may know when,
Or you may not care.
However, it will and that is for sure.
Don't turn around
Cause, you might see your,
Dr. Beuss @ 2008
Of the Heart
When Fishing in the
Sea of Love
One simply must
Choose to use
This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......
My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
And then She ask Me
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
Their is a day'
When the Mirror
Has to make a
My be sufficient
To be the Judge.....
- 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
She sat and played a tinkling tune
Upon the keys of white
So cheery that it filled the room
With sunny rays of light
Without the sky was dark and grey
And cheerful as a tomb
The rain began to reach the ground
Thus deepening the gloom
But here the light is just as bright
As ever summer day
No low'ring cloud can enter here
When Joy begins to play
At times she leaves for days on end
Because I am a pill
But when I call her back, she comes
She's glad to see me still
When I'm in prayer, she always seems
Far closer than before
And when I walk the road to church
She meets me at the door
And now I've saved the best for last
The greatest till the end
The Lord has given me His Word
That joy might be my friend!
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...
is not the sound:
of a banging gavel,
as the result of a man's decision.
It is found in the laughter of orphans,
or in the quiet tears of a widow's distress.
Justice, does not announce its presence noisily,
nor does it appeal to mere reason or fleeting thought.
It is in the silence of a still moment that it rushes in.
A flood of rescue, a team of unsung heroes, without banners.
In the simple embrace of a father to the orphaned, or mother to the widow.
There it is found in the least likely of places, the free offering of smiles.
An undeserved torrent of kindness that drowns out history's pain,
giving a new and beautiful fragrance to the debris left by injustice.
Tears lose their sting, they become source of life watering souls,
satisfaction is no longer measured by simple shelters, or full
bellies, and clothed bodies; this is not true contentment.
Joy ignited by the embers of love, fueling life.
Purpose, not dependent on fiscal wealth,
a life becomes a raging wildfire,
made visibly tangible,
When a Mother gives' Birth
She give's it with Love
She sore's to the High Heaven
To the Christ,
Fore She is giving birth
A gift from above...
Such a complication device
Devised by God
In order to herd His children
For that traipse to eternity
And only Heaven knows
When that will be.....
For they are awaiting
To that honorable place
Yes, the Mother gives' Birth
A gift to the World
Rather it be a baby boy
A baby girl...
Their love is so innocent
Innocent and free
Shaped and molded by
The like's of you and me
Yes, they are our
Hope's and dream's
For the next generation
Marred by frustration
Self-loathe and indignation
Yet, they do follow threw
To start a new nation
A nation to be
A nation of one
One where people
Shall be delivered
All soon to become One
Where the Will of Christ
Shall be done'
For this is their Heaven
And this is their Earth
Fighting twin evil inclination
Just awaiting the time of
Where the lineage of time
Is their only Salvation
Another simple case of
The blind leading the blind
In hopes' and dreams'
HOW CAN WE SAY THAT WE LOVE GOD AND NOT OUR FELLOW MAN/WOMAN.
HOW CAN WE PRAISE GOD WITH OUR MOUTHS AND CURSE T
HE NEXT MINUTE.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING TO WORSHIP IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD.
IF IT IS NOT FROM OUR HEARTS IF IT IS NOT IN US WE SHOULD NOT PUT ON A SHOW FOR PEOPLE.
AS LONG AS WE ARE FOR REAL AND WE ARE PRAISING FROM OUR HEARTS THAT'S WHAT MATTERS.
SO MANY HYPROCRITES AND SO LIITLE TRUE CHRISTIANS HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR US TO BE ALL WE CAN BE WHEN WE ARE DISCCOURAGED OR FEELING LOW.
I KNOW THAT NOBODY IS PERFECT AND WE ALL HAVE OUR FAULTS BUT WE HAVE TO ENOCOURAGE ONE ANOTHER AND SPEAK OVER OURSELVES.
BUT WHEN WE HAVE NO PEACE WE ARE DISTURBED WE ARE FIGHTING SOMETHING ON THE INSIDE.
WE MUST BE STRONG AND PRAY TO THE FATHER ABOVE.
The statue of a man
Somehow lack's good grace
He only stares'
And take's up empty space
But then, we just
Simply choose to look away
Still moment's possess me
Mental notes' of silence
Signs' on the side of senility
Ackward at best
Fore the statue of a man
Stand's high above the rest
To stand and to serve
As a lesson to all
Whom have come befor
And have gone there after
That we are Men of many feature's
With life steaming from
- And -
From the Heavens' from above
I thank the Lord everyday
For sending the Angles my way
They were once
The Sheep of His Flock
Now, they are His prized Angles'
The cream of His Flock
Now, the Angles
They are Shepherd to the
The are the most Divine
They are here to serve
From now till Eternity
Fore Great is the Lord
And Blessed is He..
THE SUN IS SHINING IN MY HORIZON AND MY HEART IS GLOWING.
THE LOVE FROM GOD ALMIGHTY IS OVERFLOWING.
FOR HE HAS BEEN HERE SINCE THE BEGINNING HIS LIGHT SHINES ON ME.
WHEN I WAS IMPRISONED BY SIN HE SET ME FREE.
I AM ON A CLOUD TO SALVATION AND GROWING IN PROSPERITY.
MY HARVEST IS GROWING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.
I AM SITTING IN HEAVEN'S REFLECTION HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS TO ME SO PEACEFUL.
A DELIGHT TO MY EYES SO FULL OF BEAUTY AND SUPRISE.
THE ANGELS ARE LIFTING UP TO THE MASTER FEET.
WHERE JOY AND LOVE DO MEET.
THERE ARE SINGING A MELODY THAT IS SO SWEET AND COMFORTING TO THE SOUL.
NO ONE CAN MATCH WHAT THEY DO.
FOR I KNOW THAT I AM A CHILD OF GOD AND HE IS MY FATHER.
FOR HE IS LIKE NO OTHER HE IS ONE OF A KIND.
FOR I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE.
HE IS THE GLUE THAT KEEPS ME TOGETHER HE IS THE ROCK THE MAKES ME STRONG.
HIS AROMA IS SWEET TO MY NOSE HIS PRESENCE IS KNOWN TO ME.
FOR HE IS MY ALL IN ALL HE IS THE ONE WHO MAKES ME WHOLE.
HE IS THE ONE WHO COMFORTS MY SOUL
HE LOVES ME AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE.
This is for all of the people who have trouble with saying' in the
spelling in the name of LOVE.....
LOVE is just one of
The words' that people
This word is full
And is the catalyst
For the renderning
As needed to form
Or just a conversation
Piece for friends'
Fore their are those'
Dose not get the true
' Trusting In Jesus '
One must walk
Straight pass the Den
And into the Room of
Where His Blessing
Are to be bestowed
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
When all hope is lost
when the birds have stoped
signing their sweet melody,
and the flowers lost their sweet scent,
when the grass started withering,
u were there for me.
u defied the odds and stood tall when i was down.
u were able to reach down on me
u reached my hand and pulled me up.
u believed in me even when i didnt believe.
u made me your hero.
and for that i regard as the best gift in my life.
i will rise again and be the hero in me that you have always seen.
i will stand by you forever.
naw i am a believer,
all because of you.
and when i look over my shoulder,
i see the dark past that was my life.
and the thought of you brings light to all of it.
now i can walk with my head held high
because i kno wat m made of
and what i have to do.
i know i have to build you and i
a little heaven on earth
where we will live a happy life that all of us always dreamt of.
we came from humble beginings
and today we stood as legends in the name of love.
we wrote the story of our love in sand
hoping that the wind will not wipe away.
but we dont know of the happenings of tomorrow,
so lets rejoice today,
wat our love has created and brought upon us.
u have not deserted me,
In my darkest hour,
i will also be here with you forever,
for i know u do not want me to go anywhere.
you showed me how it is to love,
i will return the love you gave me
and will remain true to you as u have been true to me.
you are every reason, every hope and every dream i ever had,
and no matter what happens to us in the future,
every day we are together
is the greatest day of my life.
m going nowhere.
unless you push me.
but i will move with greater resistance.
for i do not want to go anywhere,
here is where i want to spend the rest of my days,
i have became happier each day since u came into my life.
and i want to share the happyness with you.
if you will let me stay and enjoy the happyness with you.
there will be obstacles in the journey,
but i think both of us will tacle the obstacle together and overcome.
u always had faith in me,
i also have faith in you, and will forever have that faith,
i plead with you to never loose the faith in me,
even through my downfalls.
m here with you and for you
M here 4eva.
I have been to many, yours and mine!
So much seen with these eyes!
I’ve walked the lonely highways night and day,
Powered with great energy to just run away,
I have crawled so deep within myself just to find you.
Running with a bleeding mind with so many views!
I have a special place that I come to.
It‘s extra silent!
My time to be quite!
It’s completely in sync!
My time to think!
It’s so beautiful!
My time to feel wonderful!
It’s a special place that I find plentiful!
So many I’ve already been!
But many I have still never seen!
I have thought many times of my broken dreams, time and time again,
Powered with great energy to just run free with the wind,
Sunsets and sunrises capturing my view,
So many to come with a gleam that shines through you!
I have a special place that I come to.
I have many visions that I see.
A world untouched and unscathed by its common ground,
Touching a very special place inside of me!
Such a blessing I have found.
It’s extra special!
My only pedestal!
It‘s without pain!
My only gain!
It‘s so exceptional!
My only interval,
And it’s completely unconditional!
Oh mine! Oh mine!
As the crust of the earth
The wind blows north south
Waiting for that day when it brings you west
Imaginations are filled
Thoughts overflows the heart
Mine o mine far away you seem
Echoes coming from an angle
Even as it fades away
Wishes are selfish as its all that matters
Hope will find you before i pass
Fate will bring you even after death
the battle field is a field of love
My hearth throb will be here
Longing for my touch....
This side or the other.
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!
pestilence restlessness sedatives
represent my main directives
presentment made me infected
selective systematic collective
medative hesitation effects my relevance
like hell needs a prince
never accept limits
convince me long since
i should repent
i never new what i was trying to attempt
i believed it was from hell i was sent
because once you get under my skin
you'll never tempt me again
Friendly enemy or foe
i don't not care at all no
Then into the monster i transform im a fellin
my exoskeleton is made from titanium dripped gelatin
Perfectly flexible cybernetic veins here my bellowing
im set to kill automatic tongue im never mellowing
i spit sparatic people lavish my tongue lashing hello n
goodbye nice to see you have a good time kill a fellow n
realize im a villain include chronic in my song im telling
you dog like wrestling im raw but bloody like saw your welting
from my manic pelting i keep it strapped above my belt im melting
My personification became like a puppeteer
i dangle on the strings of my sanity
and dance in the pale moon lite
its in my nature to believe i am something i am not
a look in the mirror is a trip into a place that has never
been seen before in the depths of my consciousness
Misery never evaded me, it's like my shadow relentless in following me, where can I
go to escape this insidious silouette - a shadow which taunts me. How could I
escape faith that is destined to be, an outcast with wretched existense, an existence
which tolerates me. To escape, to expire, I chose not to be, still alive because death
refused me. How do I live nor can I die, to roam the earth until death remembers me.
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...
When it come's
And in those day's
- And -
In that time of time's
So real, so real
The time for Testimony
Where Judgment run's
Rampant and Supreme
The Hypocrite will definitely
Have His Day
And the Evil By Law of Man
Shall not prosper...
I Wonder Why?
As I leaf through the pages
Of my album of days gone by
And see faces that are gone now
I can’t help wonder why
They had to die and leave me
And I heave a gentle sigh
As I lean back in my chair
And turn to God and ask him why?
Why Lord did you call them
And take them from my side
One by one you summoned them
I was distraught the day they died
I can’t help wonder why
You needed them more than I.
And I cling to your promise
That we’ll be united bye and bye.
I know you have a master plan
That we don’t understand
Just have faith you promised us
And I will follow your command
But sometimes it’s hard Lord
Not knowing what you’ve planned
I gaze up to the heavens
An expanse of gorgeous blue
I marvel at its beauty
And often think of you
Then suddenly a storm erupts
And lightning streaks the sky
Then you send a rainbow Lord
And I can’t help wondering why
Why Lord are there hurricanes
And war and famine too
Why do little children suffer
While their parents turn to you
We know you are a loving God
I don’t mean to make a fuss
Knowing that you suffered too
And gave your life for us
I know you have a master plan
That we don’t understand
Just have faith you promised us
And I will follow your command
But sometimes it’s hard Lord
Not knowing what you’ve planned
And I hope that you’re not angry Lord
When I say “I wonder why!’
Copyright©2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
I know that now I can go on I can look to the heavens and see the light is shining from above.
The creator is showering me with his love he is pouring his all so that I can be comforted.
No longer will I feel alone no longer will I have to shed tears that are not seen.
The sun is glowing unto my heart for the Creator and me shall not be apart for he is with me.
His aroma is sweeter than any rose that was grown on the earth.
His presence his greater than any celebrity or politician.
His melody is sweet music to my ears.
It calms all my fears and carries me through the years.
************Wait on the Lord*********
He woke me up early again
He woke me earlier than before
He always woke me up
At a quarter to 4.
Only to day,
It was shortly after 2:00 am
So, I turned back over
And went back to sleep
Back to a slumber Dream...
Then He woke me up again
Some-time after 3,
Know, I had to go Pee...
Maybe it my bladder..
May-be, it was just Me!
Maybe somethings the matter
And thus I went back to bed
Once again......but I waited
To four and this time' I didn't
Now, that woke me up!
So, I got up out of bed
Got down on My knee's
And asked the Lord to forgive
Now that I was on my knee's
With a need to pray.....
If just now happen that it was GOD!
And what did He say!
He said that thy will always'
With Thee, still..
So, have a good day!
Remarks: Wait on the Lord fore He has always waited for you!
Two Skunks' that play
And spray to geather
Also, pray together
One will flip a coin
What do you think
Will they stay together'
Or will the whole thing
We will flip a coin
To tell us,
If we will stay together
If it say that we don't
Then we will flip it
music is more than an obsession its magic
no room in my heart for another thing
Why does the devil talk to me and i listen to it
feel like i gave myself away a conscript
who wont listen to his parents
a young rebel not caring
but i don't have a selfish center im always sharing
so let me give this back to you what you gave to me world
so much blood hate anger 2 vipers inter twineing and twirling
the black depths of my mind is swirling
the passion i used to have is running low so follow me
No remorse im nothing more than a modern day force
evil sittin on my horse swinging my sword twords
your vocal cords as my hordes of minions claim im insane
as they dancein short shorts take a bat to your porsche
stomp down all your fortes join me im no demon
im just a evil genius alwase scheming about reaping
anyone stupid enough to close there eyes for sleeping
im fiending on feeding you to my inner beast whos dreaming
Of a day i wake up without screaming
You have captured my heart with your love, with your promises, with your deeds. I
have surrendered to charm and embalm in your principles. You have made me glow
brighter than a summer sun thus making me warm from the rays of your
compassion, and you have intoxicated me with your sweet words. I am now captive
in your laws, and I shall remain a prisoner. You have comfort me in distress, and
make my heart rejoice when I am in sorrow. How could I give you up when you have
satisfied my needs. You never force me to love you nor serve you. You have only
shown me the way. How could I leave such security for empty promises when you
have proven you loyalty by remaining by my side; you have demonstrated your love
by making me, and you have promised me a paradise for my home. How could I give
my heart to someone else when it has already have been given to you, my sweet
Before you came into my life, the sun shined, the breeze blew, the birds flew, and
people mingled. Day after day, I witnessed life's splendor through my window. I had
an urge one day to venture outside my captor. The sun still shined, the breeze still
blew, the birds still flew, people still mingled, and I was life's spectator. Suddenly,
then came you, you entered my life like the sunlight that interrupts the dark, like the
music that fills the silence, like the supernova that brightens the sky. Our hearts
spoke an inaudible language that only two lonely souls know; thus, faith has
become our liberator. Now, we are inseparable. As we frequently strolled through
the ravine, the sunlight paraded her beauty laminating our path, birds gracefully
glided through the air as if they were been choreograph, the summer breeze burst
with fragrance caressing our souls, and consequently we became a part of the
cosmos. like a well-deserved gift that is torn from one's arms, so is my heart, faith
has torn us apart. Instead now, we are kindred spirits separated by distance, so, I
retreat to the familiar to witness life's splendor. The sun shines, the breeze blows,
the birds fly,and people mingle.
A GREAT THING GIVEN FROM OUR FATHER WAS,
A WORLD WITH BLUE SKYIES,BLUE OCEANS, ANIMALS, TREES, SUNLIGHT, FOOD, PEACE,
HARMONIOUSLY LIVING TOGETHER ; IN PERFECT COMPANIONSHIP.
GOD THE FATHER DIDN'T STOP THERE, HE GAVE US
THE ULTIMATE GREATEST GIFT ANYONE
COULD EVER GIVE; WHEN HE ; BLEW THE BREATHE OF LIFE INTO ADAM'S NOSTRILS.
GOD DIDN'T STOP THERE THOUGH, HE PROVIDED ADAM WITH A GARDEN OF GLORIOUS
BEAUTY AND PERFECTION.
SHORTLY AFTER THE LORD GOD ASK ADAM "WHAT IS WRONG ADAM"? ADAM REPLIED I
FEEL LONELY, I WISH I HAD A COMPANION".
QUIETLY GOD THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT ADAM
HAD SAID; AND PUSHING HIS FEELINGS ASIDE,
HE PUT ADAM INTO A DEEP SLEEP
AND MADE A COMPANION FOR HIM.
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BONE OF MY BONE,
AND THEN GOD TOOK A RIB FROM ADAM AND GAVE IT TO EVE.
AFTERWARDS GOD SAT ADAM AND EVE DOWN AND EXPLAINED
TO THEM THAT ONLY ONE THING
THEY WERE FORBIDDIN TO DO AND THAT WAS TO EAT FRUIT
FROM THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL;
FOR THEY WOULD SURLY DIE.
"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......
Some things in life beyond control
Alike some minds as beyond
With things in life to let flow
Will perhaps be moments let begone
People ask if
There is a easier
And I say...
Yes, their is
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
we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent
forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent
a time for us to try and get a little closer to God
a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts
we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting
the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing
always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail
time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail
when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting
He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting
hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face
now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place
the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones"
Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone
but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God"
the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts
the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups
the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up
as that was then and this is 2010
it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend
we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain
we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again
to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way
now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed
to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths
to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you
to call on God and know that He will always have your back
now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track
knowing that it's now all under God's control
now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul
STANDING ALL ALONE
THINKING NON BUT ALL
NATURE AND DESTINY AT
AT WAR BUT WHO WINS
GRIEVE NOT WOMAN
FOR IS THERE A REASON TO
NO SEED CAN EVER SURVIVE
IN THIS LAND
WHICH YOU’VE NURTURED
PLOUGHED AND TILTED FOR
YET NO FRUIT HAS IT EVER
STOP DREAMING THEN
LOOK HOW YOU LIE SOUR
YOUR PRIDE OF WOMANHOOD
HAS GIVEN YOU NO PRIZE
SEEDLINGS WOULD YOU
NEVER TRIM NOR PRUN
FOR MOTHER YOU WOULD
NEVER BE CALLED
WHY LET THIS EMPTINESS
AND INFERTILITY HOOT YOU
WHILE YOU SIT AND SING
THIS SONG OF MYSTERY AND
THOUGH YOUR CALABASH IS
AND YOUR BAMBOO FALLEN
STAND UP AND DANCE IN
FOR LIFE ITSELF IS A MIRAGE
THE MORE YOU LOOK THE LESS
THEN TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTH
AND WEAR YOUR GOWN OF
RAFFIA AND COWRIES MADE
SHAKE TO THE TUNE
THAT LIFE PLAYS FOR YOU
COS’ ONE DAY IT WOULD ALL
WHEN ALL THE DRUMS WEARS
AND NATURE WITH DESTINY
ALL LOSE THE GAME
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger until the journey is complete
there's no person too insignificant and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing remember God is at the helm
so hand over the keys to your life and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel while Father God is driving the van
He'll get you to your final destination according to His master plans
im a demon cast away call me legion im not one im many
ill give you brain power for every penny
send me back into the stars coincidentally
i claim to be friendly until you offend me scripture is my destiny
i bring arctic darkness bitter bliss
and heartless im missing my compassion like im partless
no one can conduct alchemy without me
run into the wind so hard inertia felt me
physically im missing pain receptors its sickology
im not a man im a machine made from evil technology
my mission is simple its to make you go missing
middle of the night you can struggle you can fight
huddle down night vision i can see you high pitch
they raise crosses like they know the lord
I sliced my human side out so i could afford
to be brutal inhuman consuming the very thought of god
-Neither Can Live While The Other Survives-.........
I didn't think I was two people in one single body
My brain holds many rooms like a huge hotel lobby
I'm struggling to just be a single entity with only one side
When things get out of hand far beyond my control, behind my alter-ego is where I hide
Everyone loves Richard, yes, but everybody hates Chris...lol
This ain't T.V. its real, something must be done about this
Richard is who my girl fell in love with, caring, laid-back, docile
Chris is the beast who's been tearing at my insides for a while
He wants me out of the way so he can desroy what I worked so hard to build
My reputation, relationship, my life, are on the line, my heart acts as my only shield
I look in the mirror every morning tears falling free from my eyes
Then I see Chris, with that leering, taut, sneer that I despise
Get rid of him, fight him, you can still win, take control
But would it be right, because in my life he's played a good role
People asking me so who are you today: Richard or Chris?
Chris is that a-hole isn't he, Richard is who I miss
So what am I supposed to care what people think about the Other Me?
Forget them! The choice is mine, I do what I want, this is my destiny
My mind is made up, I'll get rid of this parasitic, demonic, disguise
I'm gonna get rid of him because: Neither Can LIve While The Other Survives....
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what
you have adviced and failed. I have followed your exampled, and instead I was
ostracized. You have seen my affliction, and you heard my out cried. I am wobbling
in a pit of excrement, and where is my rope. I have done nothing wrong again,and I
am being slaughtered. You have seen the two side on the coin, and why sweet
Jehovah you have not save me. Why per long this saga when every story has an
ending. Why make bad people look righteous, and good people look wicked. I have
beseeched you on matters and I have groped for your advice, and I have follow
them. Then where is my victory, you are "Jehovah God of Army" ,and I have lost the
rIse and be sssh y
lIl dandy lying
ohh ver mts
and into molehills
l e a p
I used to be a zippo
with a wondrous flame,
mesmerizing many men
mending my path to fame.
But with every flip and every trick
my liquid flame trickled slowly away.
Hinges would break with every shake,
day and day after day.
Now my own precious fluid
is nearly depleted.
Feeling less and less lucid,
more and more often I'm seated.
My hinges have broken,
leaving so many words unspoken,
for the will to speak them is gone.
Now I remember
that upon my birth
was given to me,
a lifetime warranty.
I can replace
my current disgrace
with elegant grace,
but that would not be me.
I gaze at the stars
into the dead trenches of mars,
where life used to be.
And I see
I look at my scars
and relive their stories.
I laugh at my reactions to the pain
I thought was so intense,
until I felt the next,
laughing that I was far from slain.
For even though I'm broken
and my fluid is gone,
the memory of my flame
shall burn on and on.
Can you love me as I am, right now the inadequate? Can you cherish me the
special? Can you adore me the not so adorable? Can you desire me the
undesirable? Therefore, I am asking, can you love me as I am now the loveable. I
don't want you to love what I might become - my potentials, but just love me as I
am right now... the unachievable.
Rise my children, wake!
I bring Father's breath
Raise your arms and take
His life into your death!
Rise my children, grow!
Show your glory to all
Cold sister northerly goes
And now I bring the thaw!
Rise my children, bloom!
Paint brightly your faces
Rise from mother's womb
And sing Father's praises!
Rise my children, rejoice!
Father's love is eternal
Raise to Him your voices
For your life is paternal!
Rise my children, live!
Declare your presence here
Drink in all Father gives
And I'll return again next year!
Timothy I. Brumley
Who prays for the nameless dead ?
Who names the nameless ?
Do john and jane doe, have a big family ?
Have you ever cried for the nameless,
or said good-bye to their souls ?
I died today, but i can't cry for my soul
I don't know my name, do you know me ?
You can cry for me, if you will!
Place your hand over my heart, pray for sunshine
When the sun comes, ask my name
I will always remember the feel of life,
if only for a short while
IT was warm and glowing, now dark and cold
MY eyes that could once see, are only blind
I feel no warmth, and see no light
Only thoughts of nameless and homeless souls
All lost to nameless places, yet to find home
Their cold eyes look upon my nameless soul
Now that i'am gone, do you remember my name ?
Can i now have a place to rest ?
Now that i know that i'am gone ?
I have been given my name !
Do you know it ?
UNSPOKKEN WORDS ARE MEMORIES LOST,
...COUNTLESS TIMES THE UNSPOKEN WORDS,
THAT HAVE CLOUDED MY HEART.
SCREAM OR SHOUT ANYTHING BUT SILENCE!
CALL OUT MY NAME AS I CALL OUT FOR YOURS,
MY SOUL LONGING FOR YOUR ACCEOTANCE AND LOVE.
LOOK INTO MY EYES AND YOU WILL FIND MY SOUL.
TOMORROW WILL COME AND MANY DAYS AFTER,
YET TODAY WE SHALL NEVER SEE AGAIN.
SHALL WE LOSE TODAY AS WE DID BEFORE?
IS TODAY THE DAY WE BEGIN TI HEAL?
UNSPOKEN WORDS HOLD DARKNESS TO THEM,
THEY THRIVE ON SHADOWS,
THAT WE HOLD WITHIN,
HIDING FROM OUR CONSCIOUSNESS.
HOLD CLOSE TO YOU THE PRAYERS,
I'VE PRAYED FOR YOU,
I LONG TO HOLD YOU CLOSE
TO MY HEART IN A CHILDS WAY.
Destiny is determined by choice.
We create our own destiny.
We can live a life of hell on earth or we can choose to create a utopia and rejoice.
Life isnt always fair. Some of us werent raised with much morality, unity or with love in the
Some of us had to go through things that the average person could never concieve but by
the grace of God, he created us
and built us to weather the storms as long as we hold onto faith, just have to believe.
Some like to use life as an excuse to be bitter and angry, a reason to allow responsibilities to
but Ive been through many of storms and theres no excuses, you just have to face reality
and accept it.
We were all dealt a hand and we have to just learn a winning strategy to play our hand to
the best of our ability.
Why act like the world owes you something? Create a better destiny.
Destiny is determined by the choices we make in life.
You learn to just become wiser and stronger with every bit of pain and strife.
Create your destiny.
Choose the road for your journey.
Decide where your destiny will lead you for all eternity.
If you knew my struggle would you try to
convince me that I'm gone make it
If you knew how bad I was hurting would
you try to take that pain away or just savor it
If you knew how much I loved you
would you continue to do me wrong
would you change your ways or press
repeat and play that same ol song
If you could grant my prayers
just think about it, would you?
No matter what your friends say
even though you had a rough past
would it cross ya mine that I'm
loving you unconditionally & true
If I showed you my inner self
would you be able to handle it
or would you runaway and just be
another statistic of my list of abandonment
Could I count on you to be as honest as me
would you think I was full of it
when I say all I desire in life is just to be free
Would you care If I died tomorrow knowing
you didn't appreciate when while I was living
Would you try to understand why I lived
the way I live with thanksgiving & repentance
If I told you the harsh truth of what
I really thought about life would you
or could you sympathize even though
there were no more tears coming from my eyes
How would you react If I had to erase you from
my life because of how you live yours
would you plead wit me not to or just point
me to the door.
its only been u, trusth me im so glad that u get to read this.
love, trust, respect, and all u need to survive in this world.
i might of been wrong to people but thats how i have made it in this game
i have done all this for u, all u there was no one thing tht i would say no beucase
the way i push and showed u opend ur eyes so fast yea i know im sorry but i knew
tht i wasnt going to make it tht long not the life i was doing.
cheat everything and everyone but at the end you know when the reaper is
following u beaucse u start to see him looking at his sand clock and u just bring up
ur chest and head and rule with force becuase all u got is pass the tourch and pass
away and so.
i love you my daugther even though u know nothing. and ur not named with my last
name its all for ur all own good n safety im a santiago n ur a hernandez so, now u
know im the right one that gaved up my life for u to make a change in this world.
bye- bye hailey irene hernandez.
Life is full of ups and downs.
Some keep you going while others knock you down.
It is apart of life, no need to whin and cry.
You take the good with the bad and great with the sad.
Knowone ever promised an easy going life.
You must play the hand GOD delt you until the end of your life.
At the end of your journey, our HEAVENLY FATHER was shall meet!
Then there will be no more downs but, us wearing our heavenly crown!
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.
The midnight magic sprinkles in the air.
I can hear the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost to any existence.
This moment is mine that I create.
So very, very much I am content!
My soul is engaged with such a paradise.
I am aimlessly there.
Ah yes! Yes indeed,
You are my grass in the desert and I am so very, very near.
The glitter is everywhere,
I can breathe the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost for time.
This moment is mine that I make.
So very, very much I am entwined.
My soul is entangled with magic so sublime,
I am without a single care.
Yes, yes, yes!
You are my grass in the desert and I do often come there.
The radiance I stand and bear.
I can touch the every breath that you take.
Closing my eyes I am so lost without a cause.
This moment is mine that I partake.
So very, very much I am lost.
My soul is entangled in this web of mine,
I am so very, very much there.
I am lost in time.
Ah yes, yes, yes indeed!
You are my grass in the desert and I am here to share.
Blossoms are blooming everywhere planting the harvested seeds.
My grass in the desert is all that I will ever need, even when so desolately bare!
From city to city I can see the lights!
From time to time they are incredibly bright.
I’m on a highway-run to my destiny!
From city to city I can see new things!
From time to time instant excitement it brings.
I’m on a highway-run to my identity!
From city to city I can see all there is to be!
From time to time I am beyond my own capacity.
I’m on a highway-run to my reality!
From city to city I can see so much!
From time to time I am more than enough.
I’m on a highway-run to my eternity!
From time to time and from city to city,
A highway run for me is more than enough for my plenty!
If your feeling lost, hurting, confused and alone
there is a hope for you. If you don't know which
way to turn, where your next meal, bed or money
is coming from. There is a hope for you.
That hope is Jesus who died so that
you may live, that you can have a
future in him.
So turn to him that he can set
you free, totally free, from the
chains that bind you in sin and
shame, to a bright hope, joy
and freedom through him. Amen
written by J. R. Bones
Copy Right (c) 2011
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 distrust inflames me
A tainted image
An angel fallen into the flames
How could he?
He stained my fantasy
Stabbed my trust
Maimed my dreams
And now all i have are ashes of what could have been
A dream killed too soon.
Have you ever had, Dark Visions? I have,when I was seven or eight
I had a dream one night, That was a nightmare, so vivid and so frightful
fear so intense, I wet the bed. My Father wore a badge and I told him what
happened, and with much insistence we phoned the local authorities. ( Which he knew all of
them) My Dark Vision was of an Airplane a jetliner, on fire, going down.
I saw the flames, faces, colors and style of clothes. I heard screams, pleas to God for
help and prayers. When I woke up I was praying too, in a wet bed. Two days later the FBI
knocked at my door, with questions after questions until they were satisfied. I felt
berated and alone. Thank God for my Dad. Then it hit me their last words to my Father," If
we have any more questions about the accident we'll contact you" it..it..was real, it
really happened. My Dark Vision,,For thirty years I kept my Visions to myself, until one
day at work a friend of mine Marjie came to me and asked me if I saw things, things I
can't explain. I was floored, dumbfounded. I didn't answer. She said" I sense you had a
Vision and saw something you can't explain" How could she know? I said " What do you
mean"? " I sense you had a dream that is troubling you, because it was more than a dream"
Gig's up, so I told her. She told me to write it down always write it down, So I did and
let her see it. 3 days later she came to me with a VCR tape, we were alone in the TV room,
so we played it. Suddenly in an instant I was flooded with the whole Vision, everything I
saw and heard. Shamefully a puddle formed on the floor at my feet, as I shook. Everything,
the Bus, the explosions, faces, the Soldier, the old man in the beret, The red headed
woman in the yellow dress and hat. It was in Israel. She had taped it from the news the
night before, the day it happened. 2 days after my Dark Vision.Now at 48 with many
conversations with my Priest and Spiritual adviser, I realize, what I thought a curse, is
actually a Gift From God. Because I am praying with them in my Dark Visions, I am helping
them. One thing I always remember from them is I tell them God is waiting for you, every
time. Then I wake up.
I believe my being there has brought some comfort to those souls as their end is near.
That comforts me! God does work in mysterious ways..He has in me with...
My Dark Visions!
AIMLESSLY WANDERING DOWN
THRU OUR SINFUL PRIDE,
EMOTIONALLY BLACKMAILED BY OUR FLESH,
TEMPTED BY OUR "NEED"TO "FEED" ITS "GREED".
SILENCE BREAKING THE ABANDONING,
LIFELESS MIND WITH ABSOLUTE POWER,
OF NEVER SURRENDERING TO ITS HUMAN
BY HAVING THE COURAGE
AND THE FAITH
TO LIVE FOR TODAY WITH,
THE KNOWLEDGE THAT JESUS'S
HEALING AND FORGIVENESS
FOR OUR TRANSGRESSIONS
IS WITH ALL THE UNCONDITONAL LOVE
Ya know like any other Christian I go thru
my hardships & troubles and I start to question
this tug of war, this spiritual warfare of right & wrong
it's the same old song wit me, I give my all
and from the one I give my all too I don't
even get half. I wonder how many couples
can say imma livin testimony to what you
going thru thats actually happily married
and made it last, I'm tryna hold fast wit prayer
but this woman is nothing but a cake and with
each layer follows more deceit not many good men
know their worth but I do, I be damned If I put
up wit a cheating spouse the game of cat & mouse
been ova and now I gotta keep looking ova my shoulder
because I can't trust her. How am I suppose to make it
thru da storm when I can't even stand on my own two
my outside image says I'm cool but on da inside
there lies a man unconscious in a pool of blood from
his broken heart. What did I do wrong to deserve this fate.
I repent my sins, pray, stay honest, don't cheat, then I start
to think does this really have anything to do wit me. I mean
Job was one of God's beloved servants and he was taking
thru da test, Lord God I'm not tryna say I can't handle it
I know marriage ain't easy but why is it this hard, I'm not
arguing with your will or decision making skills because
despite it all everything works for the good of God
A city kid born in an asphalt jungle, whose alternating currents in mind can create an oasis
at the horizons edge.
Free falling into an amber dream, breaking out of no man’s land an escape hatch to where
there are no limits from any point of view.
They call him captain karma, the mentally stoic and guiltless, whose shadow play can start
the wheel of dreams, and make everyone notice the islands in the sky.
A serpent in paradise at every speak easy, they double take with a slow burn of envy; but
as they converse with him, they hear the earth tones and smell passion flowers.
In the end, envy turns to acknowledgment as they exit with actual proof. Peace in heart and
A real man of Peace!
James C Bryant Jr.
October 11, 1994
Salvation belong to Jesus
God special gift for us
In trial and tribulations
We need a perfect vision
Let it go
For God will fight these tactic foes
A single prayer, a faith here to
The devil receive God almighty blow
So I write this poem, he that has an ear
Let him hear the Spirit flow
Let it go
Let your brother and sisters know
Jesus love everlasting
And has forgiven there sins
Even when you believe he will make you a great king
by stanley jean jacques
BECAUSE YOU BELIEVE IN JESUS, YOU TRUST HIM. BECAUSE YOU TRUST HIM,
YOU KNOW HIM. AND IN KNOWING HIM, YOU LOVE HIM. IN LOVING HIM,
YOU FOLLOW HIM. FOR HE IS THE WAY & THE TRUTH. BY HAVING THE TRUTH
YOU ARE FREE. AND BECAUSE HE HAS FREED YOU, YOU ARE THANKFUL, & SO
YOU PRAISE HIM. PRAISING HIM CAUSES YOU TO WORSHIP HIM. BY WORSHIP-
ING HIM, YOU EXULT HIS HOLY NAME. YOU FIND HIS NAME TO HAVE POWER.
AND HIS POWER INCREASES YOUR FAITH. IN YOUR FAITH, YOU EXPECT HIM.
AND BECAUSE YOU EXPECT HIM, YOU PREPARE YOURSELF TO BE RECEIVED BY
HIM. PREPARATION IS BY HIS WORD; AND HE IS THE LIVING WORD. HE WILL
REVEAL HIMSELF TO YOU MORE & MORE, BECAUSE YOU SEEK HIM MORE & MORE.
IF YOU SEEK HIM, YOU WILL SURELY FIND HIM. FOR HE IS TRUE THROUGH &
THROUGH. HE IS REAL. HE IS ALIVE. HE IS FAITHFUL, & INCAPABLE OF FAILING
YOU. AND HIS RETURN IS INEVITABLE....
SO, GET READY
it's Fashion Week in New York City and the people just can't wait
to see the lastest trends that the designers will demonstrate
to all the fashionistas with their obssession to impress
tis the season to be a woman of style in the way that you dress
for true fashion is about representing one's identity by the clothing one wears
but fashion is fickle and it's a crazy and unpredictable world out there
one day you may be in and the next day you may be out
but if your wearing the garments of God your fashion style is never in doubt
celebrity endorsements, designer labels and someone's logo on your butt cheeks
there's nothing wrong with the external facade but it's the internal you need to seek
you've been baptized and now you are a new creation in Christ
wearing Divine Designer garments to go with your new life
you have been stripped of the old way of dressing
now wearing the virtues of God in a way most impressing
high fashion from that Universal Designer known as Our Lord God
wearing His Divine creations to go with your brand new heart
Patience is now the pantyhose where your divine foundation starts
Compassion is now that delicate silk blouse worn over your heart
Kindness displayed like a heavenly pair of shoes upon your feet
Humility is now that stylish hat that makes your outfit complete
Forgiveness worn like a precious and expensive pair of gloves
and last but not least that glorious overcoat that God calls love
dressed in Divine Designer garments from the inside out
dressed for success with a stylish spiritual clout
you don't need a Louis Vitton sash around your waist
if you have the Belt of Truth cinched firmly in place
you won't need a Ralph Lauren chemise to cover your back
as the Breastplate of Righteousness will protect from any and all attacks
you don't need a pair of Jimmy Choos stiletto high heels
as the Readiness of the Gospel of Peace is a much better deal
you don't require a Prada handbag just to show you're with it
if you have in your hand the Biblical Sword of the Spirit
and it's not necessary to put on Ban de Soleil
as the Shield of Faith will cover you each and every day
and you don't need a Kate Spade hat upon your head
as the Helmet of Salvation will have you spirit led
dressed from the inside out now totally and spiritually clad
dressed in the virtues of God, the finest garments to be had
So the flower is trying to keep on growing,
In a room that is cold and gray.
She tilts alone by a window in a corner,
Thinking how to make it through the day.
Her leaves are becoming brittle and dry,
Her pedals are dull and brown.
She notices that her life is going downward,
That if you see her, you’ll see her with a frown.
Days, hours, and minutes go by,
When she realizes her life can not be on hold.
As she bows her head and closes her eyes,
She whispers, “I do not want to die alone.”
She feels like her life is falling apart,
Yet she still tries hard to hold on.
She feels vulnerable and delicate at this time,
But she knows not to ever give up.
Tears run slowly down her face,
As she sees her life turning so black.
Having feelings of loneliness and being incomplete,
She questions, “How can I get my life back?”
People walk by and smile at her,
Not knowing what she is going through.
They think she has a wonderful life,
When the truth is she’s been sad and blue.
As her life continues in a sadly way,
She knows very well her life will be hard.
Waiting for the love and happiness she longs for,
She lingers with a broken heart.
The burning embers tuned his fiddle
Hiding in a smoke of grey
Who’s tune was heard but quietly
Beckoned dancers in a cloud of smoke
The tune seemed lovely and the dance alluring
I find myself within their trance
My white washed silks have long since changed
Tarnished with the dancers kiss
She chokes me with her shallow love
Plaguing stench in my attire
As dreams pass by of fresh clean air,
Again I wake within her arms
On the inside and looking out, I sit below.
Maybe I am here to wait?
Deep within the depths of me I must go.
My world is all mine being one that only I know.
So many things in here that I can debate!
I see a world of madness so I steadily take it all in.
New things come to me, time and time again.
My silent solitude renews what time creates.
On the outside, I can look deep within.
Maybe I am here to know?
Deep within the depths of me is where it begins.
My world is all mine being one that only I must transcend.
So many things in here that I can show!
I see a world of confusion, but I can always navigate.
New things come to me, the more and more to vindicate.
My silent solitude always tells me so.
Deep within I can come and go.
Maybe I am here to show?
My world is all mine being the one that only I accumulate.
So many things in here that I can comprehend!
I can see the beginning and I can see the end.
New things come to me, one by one to appreciate.
My silent solitude is the womb in which I alone can grow.
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
i'am thankful for this day for it was a gift given to me
i hope to use it wisely and give a smile to all i meet.
i have seen trouble and went through trials galore,
but i keep my faith in jesus hes allways help me
befor .he has open doors i could not see, and bless
me with food to eat, he has cloth me from head to toe.
and gave me friends who understand and accept
me as i'am. i know it has not been easy to struggle
and strive each day but if i had not known jesus i know
i would have fell long ago. he knows just how to lift you
and handle you with care especially when it seems that no one
seems to care. he is a friend indeed you should try him
and see life can get no better then a friend like jesus
to walk with me
What the use in trying-I use to alway ask myself. Wondering quite often, I've been
down for to long. Thing's I've learn in life and pain associated with it, is a motiv-
ational factor that keeps me strong. "I come to tell Ya", at the cross-someone there
from Jerusalem gave up his life-to reunite all mankind unto the throne.
So reader of this Poem, do you often wish for a peaceful resolution from your
Monday thru Sunday routine?. I've come to tell you & you(especially) you, who's
playing church, you, who is stealing from the poor to give to the rich. "At the
cross", "I come too tell ya", at that true word of reconsilliation-some of us Chris-
tian are often confuse, many don't know which;
"At the cross-his name is JESUS", he say's - Father....forgive them, for they know
not what they do. At this cross, yes right here! were all must see the light. I've
come to tell ya, I love you all, my ressurection is to all that's Black or White;
Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!
®Registered: Ann Rich 1997
Are you troubled
Turn to God
Give him your sorrows
No matter what turmoil you face
He will be with you always
You can prevail
Dig your heels in
Look up to heaven
I stare out into this huge blue Sea,
And the waves, well, they just carry me.
My mind drifts so far away,
Because the Ocean is where I lay!
I’m off to never-never land once again,
So take my hand and let this journey begin!
I listen carefully to the Oceans roar,
The waves, well they just help me soar.
My mind relaxes with my day,
Because the Ocean is where I always lay!
I’m off to never-never land on a hunch for so much more,
So take my hand and let’s find new places we can both explore!
I can see blue water with big fluffy white rolls,
Waves, well they just capture my entire soul.
My mind just helpless with my day,
Well, it is the Ocean where I lay!
Off in never-never land I can always see,
A gigantic Ocean covering over me!
Far away in never-never land near the Ocean is where I always lay.
Lifeless in the sand is where I’ll always be.
So take my hand and be lifeless with me in the sand.
Together, just you and me on our journey to never-never land,
Just lifeless in the sand, together you and I and always we’ll be hand in hand!
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
Once there stood a tree so Grand
With yellow flowers and confidence,
She bent and swayed with each day
So eventually I came her way.
Her branches grew so very strong
Around the small and broken one
She guided me through those trees
Taking each step so wonderfully
The tree so strong stood watching me grow spiritually
Then somehow withered woefully
I did not notice her go away,
Unaware of her despair, I marched Onwards
Without warning,she became tangled with vines,
Now I see the tree you used to be
You were so strong and we did belong
But now you’re gone, oh! What went wrong?
That tree is my mother I followed so close
And God made her strong and we did belong
To someone so wonderful, but someone else could see
The happiness that came to me,
so he took her away from me!
Though one branch hangs uncomfortably
My tree tries to grow stubbly
While God lifts my head brisk fully
I know in my heart, me and my family
Will go on serving him faithfully
But deep in my heart I can’t help but see
The pain of loosing that one, once, Grand tree.
‘Quiet attraction, you’re overwhelming elegance;
all I could do was sit there,
blushing could you tell?
No chance in moving just to re-think.
The wanting of being elsewhere,
I needed one more look before I left;
got the feeling you wanted that too.
Sadly just to many people blocked the way,
turned around, head down due to having no view of you.
Will next time be more difficult?
Awkwardness in a room full of people,
now your work colleagues becoming aware,
it is not so quiet now.
Making tales in my head,
multiple versions of the way we could meet
but need of seeing you someplace else without eyes watching,
without the heat of embarrassment waiting,
for these thoughts to be said.’
Thou prepare a kingdom
To beset me
In the prescence of my
Own enemy and
The love inorder
That I may testify
For the saintly
Of his unrequited love
But, for all the things'
That which He has given me
He restored my Destiny
And dispersed his
Inclement justice with
Lethality from above
No hope in sight
To the glory of the mighty heaven
Give your weary soul to our father
He will set you free
Through him you will be reborn
Dare to breathe
Today, glimpsed I, a curious sight
A mound of snow, no longer white.
It basked alone, upon brown grass
It seemed to say, this too shall pass
When greener days shall come to be
When spring soon covers every tree
With robins nests and leaves of green
This mound of snow shall cease to be.
And so, in passing by, paid my respects
To winter and to all of its effects
And bid springtime my warmest welcome.
For as long as this old earth shall spin
God has ordained each winter’s end
Yea, God has ordained each spring begin.
As the morning sun rose, it did say
“Who’s there, on earth, so trustworthy
To follow my movements throughout the day?”
Out spoke the sunflower
“It’s me, my Lord, in that bower.
Through the day though come what may
I’ll follow you foot-steps in sun and shower.”
It kept its words and the sun gasped
Fidelity as this had never before shaped.
The mid-day sun did eloquently sail
“On earth is there anyone so brave
To face my wrath at full scale?”
The leaves rustled and the old banyan grunted
“I’ll and though you burn me with all your might
Won’t let a ray pass by my sight
Shade under me will be intact, all right.”
The sun increased its wrath and waned
The tree remained firm, sacrifice left the sun shamed.
The setting sun spoke before it did flip
“Who’s there, on earth
To carry out my duty when I am asleep?”
The little fire-fly woke up and flew
“Though I do not burn as bright as bright as you
Yet I’ll shine through all the night
To make a small difference I’ll fight.”
The sun was done, it hath failed
Commitment as this had him nailed.
These small differences kept the earth going that day
The moon did shine, everything was fine
The sun rested assured
“Fire of character is stronger than mine.”
WHO chose the colors of the rainbow?
WHAT makes a candle glow?
WHERE does the sky reach its end?
WHEN will mankind on Jesus depend?
WHY do we hate instead of befriend?
WHO can change a life?
WHAT causes war and strife?
WHERE is truth and peace?
WHEN will hatred cease?
WHY does violence increase?
WHO orders the clouds to send rain?
WHAT is the essence of a flame?
WHERE can we run and hide?
WHEN will we learn only love survives?
WHY tarry? Soon He'll arrive!
Milton L. Delgado
Janurary 2, 2009
(My first work for 2009)
Where do we go when we go away?
Where do I go when I want to stay?
Sometimes I am lost and I can not see.
“God”, I look up and all I can do is pray.
Sometimes it is hard for me to even believe.
And then sometimes you set me so free!
Why does it have to be this way?
What is it that you need for me to say?
Sometimes I run free with the night.
“God”, I look around and I find my prey.
Sometimes I can see the crystal clear light.
And then sometimes I enhance my very own fight.
What mountain do you need for me to climb?
Where am I destined in this blessed and holy time?
Sometimes heaven is right at my front door.
“God”, I look down and even I can draw the line.
Sometimes I push for your all or more.
And then sometimes I am my own warrior.
Why do I balance these things with you?
What is it that you need for me to do?
Sometimes I just wonder why.
“God”, I am looking all around simply passing through.
Sometimes I am just tired and want to sit down for a cry.
And then sometimes I know that I have always been the one that tried.
© Copyright: 1997 Ann Rich
I‘ve an Angel of Mercy watching over me,
His eyes are watching me from sea to sea.
Staggeringly, I did stand there and I waited for only one who really knew.
Balanced by shining Stars, the universe earned my golden wings of two.
I fly high above from worlds torn apart by a magnificent set of three.
Cast down to Earth the galaxies spread far and apart just to be free.
We watch and we sit as we wonder when will all of this be?
Angels of Mercy balance the scales of lighter years that shall come to be.
I rise above Seas and Skies that can not set a boundary high enough for me. .
Scattered by harvested seeds delusions are sent plentifully my way,
Up and down I am this way this day and I shall make my own way.
You feel, you see, but you can not believe that it is me, the pure and true one.
Angels of Mercy hear my plea, for I believe and soon I will be forever done!
Flying here and flying over there,
Only you know how much I truly care.
Angels of Mercy be on your merry way!
Me and mine will peacefully war with every single one of you,
Eternally conquering exactly what I as one have set out to do!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2004
My mind has been troubled
Some days, no strength in me
When low times come knocking
I allow my faith in God to shine through
With his grace
I can travel the road of life
I'm never alone on this journey
You are the reason now for everything I do,
Because You are the reason I choose to see life through.
All the hopes and dreams I have are hinged upon my Faith,
That You will keep Your promises through Your abounding Grace.
I know you are real, and great and true,
I am answering Your call.
I know of Your great love for me, what I don't know is
For I never sought to please You God; I didn't even try.
Those days are gone, You have changed my heart, and now
So now I won't waste this life no more, I place it in Your
No matter what You call me for, Your words I will obey,
With confidence You will smile upon this Soldier that,
YOU HAVE MADE...
What about me
because I want to be something
What about me
I like to take care
What about me
I like to help people
What about me
I like little kids
What about me
I love myself
A journey lies before me
Long and winding road
I cannot ignore what my heart cries
I may stumble
Maybe even fall
But pick myself up I will
And continue on
My place, in this vast universe
Is to bring aid to others
So at peace
When I know I've helped
God travels with me
In him I trust
My dreams will come
I know my destiny
She could've been died
She could've been pearlized
She could've been torn in between the two
She didn't know what to do but,
I know one thing I will always love this person
This person is my mama
I'm glad god kept her on earth
To show me things that I never seen
God Thank You for letting my mama live to see each an everyday
I'm glad God kept my mama on earth to show me the steps an every each way
I love my mama with all my heart
Without her my life would be in the dark
She's not gone, I want no longer be alone
It was hard at first but,
I learned it was for better or worst
That's why she is a blessing to me and everyone
She's a living testimony
Without her my life is incomplete and lonely
I learn my Lesson
My Mom Is A Blessing
The Trainer is skilled and knowledge is way too real.
Precision is marked and the course plainly lain out.
The trainer is everything and has no room for doubt.
Our lessons are here in which we share what we feel.
We’re certified by gold appeal to His right thumb seal.
Our perfection with His direction is a challenge we must all meet.
Teaching or lectures the trainer’s word sits upon a cozy high seat.
The Trainer is the one, teaching us why we have all come to care.
Articulate in balancing those massive scales,
He is making us ready for His truth or dare.
Slowly but surely He removes all of our veils.
Testing and provoking the thoughts that we all must greatly compare,
The Trainer is detained and responsible to the reality we all shall bare.
So listen here and listen there, eventually fame is no more good or fun.
The Trainer teaches us that it is our principles to be all by being one.
The Trainer is well thought out even if the job comes undone.
The Trainer is my heir I bare for global defeat fair and square!
Self-destructive?Couldn't handle the love & happiness?Too good to be true?Just
had to lose faith.Asked too many questions.Without doubt?Risky.Got too many
answers.Unbelievable,illogical,unacceptable, anymore answers?,options?Force-
feed my mind?No!Questions?Why must I try?Do I know you?Just my imagination
running away,Deja-vu,or illusion?All true?True!?Can't begin to express how
much I regret I failed to recognize your sacrificial smile.Your smile for mine?
Never see me smile now,Cry later?Predict it,Stormy weather?Expected,No!Once
written predicted!Gloomy,Dark,Cloudy thoughts will reign,minds will be flooded in
emotional pain,and tears will fall like the cold winter rain.Suddenly slip,slipping,
slipped into darkness.No Sunshine?Sunshine?!Ain't no sunshine!Just clouded
minds,Two-sided, vicious,circular traps.Twisted thoughts the building blocks of
an inescapable maze..Too much!Can't think ,can;t help but think!What I thought
was ain't.Why?!Why not?Who said that?!Can't tell,speak on it or understand
crazy.Accept it,no choice,no exceptions accepted!Please help me to help you
trust and believe,and without doubt,No questions in the unseen..So
simple.Suddenly the unknown becomes known without even knowing.No doubt!
No love without pain,and without loss,no gain,no sunshine without rain,born
sinners,not saints, we all play the game.and when left alone is it right to try and
place blame?My crazy life most certainly given flavor,seasoned,and marinated in
original sin.The crazy truth is I forgot what it feels like to be sane!Now what was I
saying?rite riite...A moment of silence please.Now raise your right hand and
repeat after me,I swear to tell the truth,the whole truth and nothing but the truth so
help me please.Sworn in the faithful pursuit to serve and protect just us, with
mutual trust.No doubt!Now sit and stand witness to the death of
innocence,sincereley,for all to see expressed eternally with a tattooed tear
Hope is a wide-eyed toddler
happily drooling in anticipation
of once again taking tentative steps,
swaying sideways, staggering,
down on bruised
only to be back and up again
on fumbling tiny feet,
A bullet gets out of a pistol
Flying in the air like a shining crystal
Moving really fast without turning back
Straight ahead without changing its track
Knowing its way without confusion
Living reality but no illusion
BANG! it hits a wall
BANG! it's in the air but then it falls,
But it always does what it has to do
No matter where, no matter why
It knows that reality is just true!
I am Cephas,
A rock upon the dry earth.
I am a stone
Lifted up and set in motion.
The wind surrounds me.
I sink into the brook
The water rushes over me,
And my ragged edges and indentions are not;
I am smooth.
A young hand chooses me,
And puts me into a scrip
With four others just as polished-
But I'm the one lifted and set in motion.
The wind surrounds me.
I sink into the frontal
The blood rushes over me.
The young hand takes me (still lodged)
To the Holy City.
Now I - Cephas, a stone,
A rock beneath the blessed soil of Jerusalem,
In the New Testament we see that Paul sent a recommendation
with instructions to Timothy on how to preserve his salvation
Paul had written epistles to many of the churches
letters full of spirituality and on how to worship
he said the Gospel, the Good News will always be the main point
the words for one to live by so that to them God may anoint
you need to be girded up in order to preserve your faith
and watch out for those false teachers
and make believers who are always lying in wait
Paul wrote this letter of encouragement, support and concern
It was a reminder for Timothy to utilize all the knowledge that he'd learn
for Timothy was a destined disciple, a child of God from the start
he had an inherited belief that was entrenched in his heart
so how does anyone measure true faith?
do you use a system of scales and weights?
faith is a belief based solely on your actions
faith is the whole of you and not just a fraction
faith is more than just a feeling
faith is the state of just believing
God gave you a unique skill, a special talent, He gave you a gift
It was a show of grace so use it to help others spirits to be lift
God gave you power and a great strength
to go the distance, to go the entire length
depend on the Lord to move and guide you
rely on His promises for they are sure and true
let go and let God and with your gift be stirred up
let the Holy Spirit continue to refill your cup
so watch out for those Tates and others like them in the church
be aware of the spirit of negativity that around them lurks
Old Man Tate is just one big know-it-all
Mother Hesitate is always trying to stop and stall
Sister Agitate is always trying to stir up some mess
Brother Irritate always irksome and no church business can progress
Deacon Vegetate sitting in the pew always in the same spot
Cousin Imitate always wanting to copy what everyone else has got
Trustee Potentate thinks he's the big man on the church scene
but the Choir Director Devastate, that's one member who's just plain mean
but Facilitate is the only member in the Tate clan
who could be a blessing to a spirit-filled man
so let the Holy Spirit call to your remembrance all that you've learned
you have a gift and a belief system and the spirit to discern
God gave you power, love and a sound mind for a reason
just don't worry about the Tate clan for they will get theirs in due season
She stands at the harbor door
so strong, her heart of stone
is like one of a Saint.
Her eyes of wisdom have seen
the coming of greatness, and
she welcomes them, much as a
mother cuddling her newborn babe.
A sight to behold for many a lost vessel,
searching for the comfort, once forsaken
needing refugee in safe arms.
Tears she has dried, while allowing dreams
to become reality, with new found hope.
A giver of compassion, love, and acceptance,
never swaying, she stands.
A beacon of warmth as a new life begins,
guarding the rights, and safety for all.
Yes, she stands at the door.
Yesterday I lived in a different world.
A world filled with anger, selfishness, and a need for belonging.
Today I'm here, in a place unknown to most.
A place with warmth, comfort, where I am to belong.
My switch is either on or off.
From world to world I willing allow it to happen.
With faith in myself to know Im where I am for a reason.
A reason at times unknown to me, but in time I see.
When His dreams becomes visible by word expressions, then He's going to
become Po @ It( poetic), but when His dreams becomes a reality then he is
considered Rich @ It!!!
With courage in your heart,and with god by your side.
you take a stand, and a deep breath hand ,
and you begin to decide the life
as you want to live as best as you can.
What makes me a woman, I cook , I clean. beyond all means. It is a gift of what
other women dream. I work, I think, I use my brains, No one can say that i'm
insane. I may be young, But above all i'm not dumb. I am strong and fine, And
definitely have peace of mind. When i look at myself, I see a beautiful young
woman. Trying to succeed not worrying about race, Color, Or creed. I am my own
woman, I do my own deeds, I help others out when they are in need. It is the
intelligence that i have, The hard work that i do, The goals i plan to accomplish
that makes me strong and true. I am a woman no matter what you may say. I am
here for a purpose and that is to work, Fight, And pray.
Written By: Aisha Tuere' Brown