Clumsy days and hazy nights
Haunting and bring me tears
I should stop perturbing
Whilst my heart still whipping
Wrath of nature is just reflection
Of my fragments that created imprints
Within my being that stands steadfast
Even in the darkest days of my existence.
Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
I know its the summer time because of how naturally
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree
forgive everything --
but keep boundaries
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
the rainbow is out now,
I saw it this morning on my way to school
the rainbow our heroes of old died fighting for
died believing for
died praying for
died hoping for
it is out now, I see it in that school bus painted Black and White and Indian by its passengers
I see it, you can see it too mother just open your eyes and sight beyond the obvious
see it in that black child eating a samosa over there
oh the beauty of its splendored colors.
I see it, you can see it too brother just open your eyes and see beyond the nose:
see it over that white soul walking the streets of Soweto freely
I see it, its splendor like a flower garden in the sky
I see it on that public toilet with no inscription: “whites only”
I see it: you can see it too father in the faces of the so called “born frees”
I see it in the tongue of that Indian man speaking Zulu
see it too buddy? On that black dude sharing a rugby field
i see the rainbow wonderfully engineered by the selfless life of
more like painted stars in the sky but only in the skins of a people-a rainbow natio
Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.
sometime i work so hard
but a kind of ppl make it bad
thats make me feel so deep sad
you know i just laugh on dm laud
some of dm think they'r British
shit weak up ur just like a bitch
u can't handle it so u just scratch
ur self cuz u losz ur dream nd u can't catch
Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him as much as I did
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)
You send bolts through my skin
something I was never to
accomplish with you, when I
saw you it's like my heart sank
to my stomach and I was in
shock my body still my body
heavy felt like when I moved I
was about to fall to my knees
you make me want to get
inside my brain pick you up and
take you out pick you one by
one like a flower because I do
love you and love you not.
they are innocent and gentle
going about their normal life in their
kidnapped and deprived of their
fundamental human rights
so inhuman and barbaric
still causing panic
over 200 of them were kidnapped
ever since then nobody can even take a
taking to the streets and chanting...
"Bring Back Our Girls"
it saddens me that after about three
all efforts to bring back our girls are
still not yielding a positive result
our girls should be free again in no
peace must return to all the four
corners of the nation
pray for Nigeria
a lasting solution to the situation is all
please 'biko' BRING BACK OUR GIRLS
A penny for my thoughts
I'd be a millionaire
Constantly my thoughts are racing
My mind is everywhere
Should I stay or should i go
Will I win or lose
Can I have my time to shine
Since I have paid my dues
A penny for my thoughts
I wish it were a buck
If I could just collect these thoughts
Then it might change my luck
My thoughts are so abundant
To count them is to many
My mind is worth a whole lot more
Then just one simple penny
With love comes consequence
With hope comes failure
With triumph comes fear
With peace comes worry
With riches comes pain
With poverty comes envy
I'm writing now oh big bro
Oh! sorry I forgot, yes you said no
To say goodbye and to let you know
That you'll be on my mind wherever I
Well you know I'll never be ur pussy
cat nor teddy bear
Whatever you wanna call me now...I
You think you're the one who's hurt,
well you're wrong dear
The truth is that I'm the one suffering
No no plz dnt you ever apologize
I'm the one who's sorry for telling
To you?! Yeah right that's what you
have always thought
But I was lying to myself believe it or
No more stories,no more pain
Gonna spread my wings, fly in the
Now each one is going his own way
Well that is all I have to say
If you change your mind I'll be
waiting for you
Ready do hear and forgive like I
The fact is you'll never know what
you did to me
Though I'll never consider you as an
Oh how I wish to hear from you
Saying, sister come close to me,
together we will run the world.
I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.
some days I'm neither decisive nor constant still in mid step advancing parallel combining
due stress pre-tense in depth, feign fair, fair is not love nor hate,objecting
lines turning war torn due reputations proceeding by stride and sweat pourn ,
but the clocks harder at self gaining advantage and foolish lost to
insincerity, caused by quotes barley examples of thought misunderstood .
Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown
Some people laugh and play
Other people sit and stay
We all want to wear it
And even compare it
In my room sometime strain at the wall
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone
The trust of the fact that
We are not all that!
Life's gifts is of all the good and
Never knowing what may arise
An angel is everlasting hope we
long to have and to hold
We have watched you through
just like a hawk
We will never give up on you
we know you are strong
Who the angels will pull you
Where there is a will there's a
And with god looking over us
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that
steady burns yull be ok
As a fighter like Athena (a
warriors guide)you will grow
Even now we see your alot
Must be these guardians of
heaven looking over you
Feeling good with this is all you
This danger none should live
But as long as there is Angels
up above its all you will ever
need to pull through
A tragic time.
- by Brian O'Toole
Caregiver of a cancer patient
Entranced in thought.
Ghost of the future.
As the hood comes down!!
"America the Beautiful"
Benefactor of our freedom
Continued strength re-born
Dedication and promise to protect
Equality and "The pursuit of happiness for all"...
Set me free
Is it more to ask for?
I breathe to live
I eat to survive
I spend the day doing all the above myself...
Then why do I need someone to control my actions?
Why this irony ??
Set me free
Is it more to ask for?
I'm a cactus in the dark
I'm a fish in a dry well
I'm a mismatch to the plot....
A chance I deserve to know myself_
Time that I need to spend with myself_
At a place where I'm not questioned
But be a boss of my own_
Live with the people that are my favourite....
Set me free
Is it more to ask for?
No clue what coming years have instore
People closest have moved far more.
Opportunity I was done away with,
To show my love to them
Their value to me.
Pray for a miracle to happen_
Where I live a real world that now, seems a fantasy.
Live a life that looks rookie from far,
But really is rosy....
Coz I will be with my people.....My happy world !
Set me free
Is it seriously more to ask for ???........
Call me a poor little guy,
a barking little dog...
thought i am a dragonfly,
when i was an ugly frog...
I figure out that misty lie,
made me feel i've been in sky...
Now let this river wash my eyes........
I was crawling in the mud,
i thought i could fly..
I asked a flower
to bloom by my side,
To embrace my life
with joys and smiles....
But he denied and hide,
i asked why you shy...
-"you are just a poor little guy....
and get away from me,
i got many reasons to smile".......
It shook me up and i screamed,i cried...
But even the tears won't come out,,wanna know why?
Cause i am a poor little guy.......
I swear to God,i'll never give up,i'll try
i'll rise,i'll shine,even in the darkest skies....
I'll prove myself better,
the finest among the fines....
SO DON'T GIVE UP MY POOR LITTLE GUY,
It might be a stormy sky,
but spread your wings,
you've got miles to fly....
They said-'you are a barking dog,
now they'll know you can bite'......
You'll make them regret their tongue,
and they'll say why......
I CALLED YOU A POOR LITTLE GUY................
Help me im trapped in a sea of depression.
This sea looks like it shall never end.
I kept swimming for a long time.
Then I saw you, You in the boat.
You picked me up and nutured me back to health.
You allowed me to live on your ship for as
long as i wanted.
That all changed.
You threw me back into the pit.
Even though i'm still swimming to get to you.
You are already gone.
But i will keep swimming until i find you.
Hopefully you will accept me into your life again.
For now though, I am swimming for you.
And I will keep swimming until my life comes
To a stop.
Digested by mortal strength, overpowered by passion of integrity,
The splendor of my forceful will,
Touched by heart,. Touch with imagination,
Yes, in the depths of my inner heart even still.
My dreams, my inspirations, my visions,
a gift of awareness, revealed by my dignity.
Rewarded by truth of my own reality.
My inner eyes of sight, magically formed by
tremendous substance and distinction.
Oh yes – the mystical, glowing beam of light.
It is the touch of heart, the touch of imagination,
The mystery, the startling spark of true determination.
It kindles the inward burning flame from unseen
forces and unusual power.
Holding so tenderly, so effortlessly with no limits
submerged by our hearts and minds in this very hour.
This reflected image -- our heart of cleansing purpose can find.
Within our very depths those hidden truths live
Beyond the boundaries of our minds.
In time -- our destination shall be revealed.
Those hidden, silent ideals, yes our private
Truths shall no longer be concealed.
That special touch of the heart, the glory of our imaginations,
Our starving inner child, craving to learn, to grow, to know.
Longing for purpose, believing with open arms to receive.
As the years have passed,
our imagination has dimmed, yes it has faded.
Now aching for that creative play to mend,
As your inner child has been lost in the force of the wind.
Reach for the touch of heart, once again,
Reach for the depths of your inner child’s imagination within.
My love for you is possible.
Although my poem is inside of us we feel like dirty feelings.
Give me the power to stay awake.
2004 what a year! Give me the soul to be your hungry man.
Give me the power to express the feeling I got inside of me.
And express to me the power inside our souls.
Give me the freedom to stay awake, and to stay awake in your atmosphere.
Give me the power to stay free with your soul tonight in your destiny and give me the power to entirely give me the power.
Give me the power of freedom to justice of the soul entirely completed in the atmosphere of your love forever yours.
Give me the strengh to give you freedom of justice to all the nations worldwide feeling dirty like always.
Give me the always power of guiltyness.
Give the strengh to give you power of feeling dirty and inside our feelings.
Give me the strengh to give you power bad power of an atmosphere of guiltyness.
Give me the soul and the power to stay awake all night long to give you this poem to give you power inside our souls and to forever write to you this poem.
Give me the power to strengh to stay awake to stay powerful. Give me the soul of powerful situations full of trash is my dirty soul.
Give me the soul entirely to your freedom of justice and the, power of justified entirely.
Give me the power to stay awake tonight. And to be all you can be. Give me the strengh to stay awake tonight in search of freedom and justice to all the nations worlwide feeling dirty and the feeling the whole entire nation worldwide feeling dirty and feeling dirty to all the nations worldwide to all the nationsworld wide and feeling dirty to all the nations worldwide knowing who is the man here is me feeling dirty and feeling nice to me Marco is a man of justice his faith is truthful and full of justice to all the nations worldwide feeling dirt. Feeling dirt and feeling guilty of justice inside our souls inside our heavenly father inside our justice of free man of justice of free man of freedom and free man of souls.
I want to be free forever. May be possible tonight with Jackie Villegas..,,M
Gotta move in here move out there, do what you can to prepare. Pay more attention to your bills, be responsible and you'll have more thrills, in life. You wanna make your own rules and be on your own, get away from the parents but you gotta be strong. You suffer from the pain of death, but you need to save your breath. Be prepared but dont be scared, its apart of life here and there. Its easier said then done, but in the end there will be one. Live your life with no regrets, do what you can, but no need to fret. Everything will be alright, but sometimes you need to look on the bright side. Be prepared but dont be scared, its apart of life here and there. You wanna do this but not be wrong? Still, you gotta do what you can to stay strong.
Staring up, wondering why
Our freedom lost, in twilight’s eye.
Of how free the sky can be,
of how we may never come to be.
I'm going down silently
Could it be
I'm lost in a masquerade?
Sounds of laughter, joy, and humor abound
filling the air with harmony
but its intagibility
leaves me untouched
as thoughts, emotions, regret
evict any remnants of glee,
I fall deeper within me
like Frazier battled Ali
I am enough and more
than this feeling
Let me tell you about a game i play
Where i close my eye's and fade away
I float away to a special place
Beyond the star's and moon and space
In this special place you see
There are only two people,Just you and me
In this place,All is right
Nothing but love,And we never fight
In this place,There is no sadness
No cell's,No court's,None of that madness
No bar's to hold us or separate
No one to tell us we can't kiss or touch
I don't just tell you I love you,I show you
But eventually the game must end
My eye's must open,And reality set's in
But someday soon,I'm not sure when
I will close my eye's and play my game again
do the questions we ask today
become the answers of tomorrow
how do we go from sing and play
to overwhelming sorrow
when certainty is in question
and wisdom and knowledge depart
we live by our own suggestion
and forget our mind and hearts
we stagger through our walk
and blindly refuse to listen
to those who walked before
I was born a flag red white and blue in color.
13 Stars And 13 strips.
I have been in many places. But still fly for only one nation.
I have seen many wars and been fired on and full of holes.
But I still fly high.
I fly on just about every building and many of home.
I fly in some places only for the hero's that are dead.
I bow to no other and will never do.
I fly because I love you.
Im all his and hes all mine
Together we spend all our time
This is it were in our prime
Minds linked to one another
Bodies may go their seperate ways when desired
Come home to eachother
The love undescribable
The freedom; limitless
Mental connection unimaginable
Understanding at its highest peak
Feelings so strong, unbreakable
One incapable to fathum the idea of our bond
Night and day, yet we are the sunset
Separate lives, yet we are one; a strong unit between sun and moon
We set the mood; new style of living
Within the depths of an ocean; a relationship
While swimming freely throughout the sea of fishes; solitary
It's what many covet
This fire of love for one another so strong, we set eachother free in the same
A form of happiness higher than whats considered happy.
I married a man too early in life
and wasn’t prepared to be a good wife.
I believed he loved me and things would be fine.
My love for him would grow over time.
The years passing by were good for awhile.
Then came a time I could not see my smile.
He cheated on me and I deserved more.
With a heavy heart I went out the door.
We parted as “friends”, which ended one day.
With a baby conceived he went on his way.
He now liked his freedom away from me.
I carried our son -- he didn’t want to see.
Soon after another cared about me;
I ignored the things I didn’t want to see.
I married that man -- I thought it’d be best.
But soon after that, he was failing the test.
Driven by fear, I mistakenly thought
A son of “his own” was the thing that he sought
I now had a toddler and one on the way;
there was no doubt, I now had to stay.
Things started to spiral out of control.
The alcohol had a firm grip on his soul.
Choosing to leave to protect us all;
I was forced this time to really stand tall.
Now on my own with two children to raise
I examine my life in so many ways.
My relationships failed, for that I am sad;
but the result of those could never be bad.
Now long gone are those men from my past
replaced by a “true” love that forever will last.
My love for my sons, my two little boys,
erase all my pains and reveal only my joys.
Dishearten was I in foreign land
Unjust Kings enslaved me
Until His Unfailing Nail Pierced Hands
From enslavement saved me
Now strongly praised beyond compare
Rock of my Salvation
Build in me a house to dwell
With unyielding dedication
Hear my new song
The Joyful shall sing
This Ransomed Nation Thankful for His
Sacrifice, Amazing Reconciliation
I say earth was not created by any certain man
Jesus did not save us
Keep thinking if you must
Lies will fill your minds
My life does not revolve around thin air you call your Saviour
No becasue in the end I will be free
Open your eyes and realize he will never show
Practice all your prayers
Quit wasting your life away praising something that does not exist
Really learn how to live on your own
Soon you'll have nothing becasue of your so called God.
UNN SURYA KI KIRANO SE TAAP LENA BAAKI HAI.............OONCHAYIYON KE SHIKHARO PR WO GEHRI SAANS LENA BAAKI HAI..............KAHIN PUSHPO KI MEHEK ME KHILNE KA JAZBA HAI,,,,,.............ABHI TO UNN MAA BAAP KI HMPE MEHNATO KO SAFAL KRNA BAAKI HAI...........
Morning of bountiful blessing the cold has risen from the earth
A warmness has set among us letting us no of it's beauty
As the sun rises this morn I here birds talking outside my window
As the sun creeps upon my face this time of year is such a such a better place
Love that shout be in the air never to leave bringing a smile upon my face
The animals look as if their happy the harsh winter is off by a presence of peaceful an grace
Crickets chirp as the bull frogs follow along as morning approaches an the wild horses
Run free an wild
This evening wail I rock to an fro being as one with myself I pray tomorrow to be such as a beautiful
As today with the sun upon my face an the wild as magnificent as ever were the wild horse
Is free at last an the crickets sing to me to sleep with the shout of a wipers wills in the distance
Never I felt so much serenity peace an happiness it reminds me why I'm still here on earth
Thanks sincerely Tim
I think I will go to the boat Inn and have a shot or two maybe three
of burbon to smooth my skin, all the liqure yum yum that looks so deceious to me, I think i might move from this spot the guy sitting next to me thinks Im his go go dancer oh the foolish choices i've made ding ding I'm the winner.This place is getting crowed to many hillbilly outlaws comming in the door they need to remove the buck shots from their ass hee haw and mop the floor,OH all the people are making a mess to think i have to clean there dirty glass if they only know how hard i work maybe they will get drunk enough to spit shine the floors.Yes i think i need to find a spot so i decided to get up and stumble out side, hey bartender looks like i need some more line em up buddy four , five , maybe six will do the trick, Oh i love this boat my head is starting to spin with the current of the wind. And the music i hear i think I can take the stage oh now I lost my sheet of music i was singing to,now the word's we will never see,It was a classic wonder I sung a million before,but with out a beat I cant sing no more,cant stomp my feet cant feel the floor, All the violins don't play all the strings have popped and slung away,and my piano is missing keys and for the sake of me my guitars are busted out of tune i shall pass to sing for thee.Oh this place is such a mess to think i have to work in such a place.
There air land and sea and at home on the green green
grass of America Privates or service stood up to General
of other lands Blast and awesome skys of red white
and blue for Liberty Justice were even we go and rights
to freedom the flag waves on our shores and ever more
we stand divide to divide and conqueor for Libery to
persue happiness for all under one Nations of the
USOFA we stand for God that means God of all Naions
your God is our God in One God for everyone. Rifle in
hand to protect women and children we aren't ugly
or fat but we are America the Great and wonderful we
are founded under freedom for everyone. this is to
the private that is a Gaint that stands with General
of many lands, with only a rifle we stand and bless
you for protecting the Great America, we stand to
honor you thank you America
What once required the sacrifice,
That bloody gift of death and gore,
Of animal life to pay for sin
Is left behind and is no more.
Resurrection changes things.
Jesus Christ obeyed the Father,
Sacrificed Himself on the cross,
Evened up those holy books
That list our profit and our loss.
Resurrection changes things.
Where once we followed our understanding
And made our own decisions,
Now belonging to Jesus Christ
Our life is one of holy revisions.
Resurrection changes things.
When we're united with Jesus Christ
We're a new creature in the Son;
Our old way of life hangs dead on the cross
And life everlasting is now begun!
Resurrection changes things.
No prison doors can hold our soul.
Christ sets our spirit free
And fills our life with love and hope
That rings our world in victory.
Resurrection changes things.
So tell someone in the pain of their life
Of the freedom Jesus brings,
That sets us apart from sin and death;
How the soul that's set free sings!
Tell them: Resurrection changes things.
by E. Marshall Evans
Some people have forgotten what America is.
The country was founded in 1776.
After many people fought for, for its freedom.
Freedom which we have today!
America has passed through many wars.
From the first gun shot to start our freedom
To the gun shots our men and women do today.
We have 50 states today that is 37 more than we began with.
We have united as a country for the freedom of our fathers and bothers, uncle
and now sisters and mothers have fought for.
Today in this land of Ours we fight to ensure that freedom from within.
Freedom that only you and God know can't and will not be beaten by my one
man.Or a thousand.
For this AMERICA AND GOD BLESS IT AND OUR FREEDOM
I look and see nothing
I`m hurt and don’t feel it
I grow up and do not understand
But freedom is here.
My fellow man is smiling
My enemy is crying
My life goes on just the same
But freedom is here.
I`ll try to keep it
I`ll try to destroy it
I`ll try to embrace it
But freedom is here.
A child without food
A heart without love
A soul without morale
But Freedam is here.
Freedom is here
But are we free?
What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know,
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in,
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.
Reverend King, one of the most influential black leaders
To ever march for civil rights and justice
Was born to a minister and a teacher of school.
Educated to where he earned his P.H.D.
Becoming a pastor marching against what was unfair and cruel.
Leading a boycott to protest bus segregation
He gained national prominence in 1955 and 56.
As he preached and marched for freedom for all
He was jailed, threatened, spat on, and beaten
As for peaceful demonstration he would call.
Marching to Washington, D.C. in 1963
He was one of the leaders of faith
Voicing concern for the plight of the poor.
Soon there after, he was killed by a sniper
In Memphis, supporting workers rights and more.
King dedicated one of his books to his children
Praising God and praying for mankind’s future
With words for all to prayerfully remember.
To be judged, not by color, but by character
Shunning violence never to surrender.
Dr. King will be remembered down through history
As a man whose mission in life was the enrichment of others.
“A Soldier For The Lord” with goodness of heart
Risking everything for man’s freedom and equality.
From his legacy of self-sacrifice we must refuse to part.
By Tom Zart
We all have fantasies
Some have imagined what it would be like to be different. To live differently, to talk differently and maybe even dress or act differently. Most of which are kept secretly but all are described so beautifully
At times our fantasies are put into the hands of experts in design. When they are completed they are shown to others with wide eyes. We see what the creators have done and how accurate they were. We watch as our favorite fantasies are played on screen while they await the answer. We tell them what mistakes they have made or how brilliant it has been replayed. We ask others what they thought and later admire how much has been bought.
We entrust someone with our deepest fantasy in some occasions. We assume they will keep it secret, we assume no one else will know but then before we know it our very own fantasy beings to flow. We are devastated in the destruction this secret that was supposed to be a fantasy has caused. It may even feel as though the real world has been paused. We tell ourselves we will be more cautious, more discreet but then someone else may come along and lift us off our safety seat.
However some fantasies are written down and hope that they will be found. We think of names, titles, peoples and places. While some admire the anxiety on our faces. we allow our fingers to travel across blank pages, telling stories in various stages. We write and write until our fingers are sore, then we look over what we’ve done hoping that it is not a bore. Then we publish what we would not have said aloud and allow others to guess what’s true. In the mean time we sit again and start anew.
Others have fantasies of travel and exploration. They think of what it would be like elsewhere and discover new temptations. They work and work until they have what they need in order to fulfill they’re special greed. Once they have managed to experience what life is like in another place, they might think twice about returning to their original space. Though there are times when one is grateful for what they have today but they are still able to describe the place they have been to in a very unusual way.
Then there are those who fantasize about what life would be like with someone else whom they love. They desperately attempt to capture what they assume is a precious gift sent from up above. They see their loved ones every day while they think of clever yet romantic things to say. They hope that cupid has done his job right at the same time keeping unwanted visitors out of sight. Whereas this particular fantasy can turn out to be either a lifelong happy ending or soon to be bad memory that’s just pending.
Fantasies can do strange things to the mind of a human being. They sometimes make us question what we have been seeing. We have a habit of comparing the real world to what we see in our mind but then there are some, who have a talent of creating a compromise. They see how best they can live out their wildest fantasy but at the same time trying not too loose sight of reality.
I found falling a task for the failing
And when frailty became fragile we
Found it futile to go on…
…future faltering in
hope as fearful leaders find familiars
and float down full rivers of progressive
thought fighting for moments of silence
as fleets of fighters march forward
never finding the battlefield they endure
to fight for…
…fumbling fingers find words tumbling
and I tare freedom from fragmented verse
free in faith, friendship from foreign times I
am saved and still falling…
…and in a falling feather I found
silence when the father whispered my name
falling became freedom and as it happened
fear fled from our presence and in faith
What makes the word a good place, is that you have lots of freedond.Freedom is
great you can walk out of you own frount door whit out i soldure shooting at you
know one trying to take you own land. I repect the freedom that I have.
God gave us lots of freedom in this world. i have respect in that.