While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.
Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel,
And so before it I choose to kneel.
I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.
I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.
I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.
My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
FROM OUT OF THIS EARTH, IN EVERY GENERATION
MUST ARISE A MIGHTY PROPHET...
SO DON'T YOU HAVE NO FEAR, YOU HAVE DONE YOUR SHARE, YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE
YOU BROUGHT US OUT FROM IGNORANCE,
AND FOR THIS WE WILL THANK YOU HONESTLY.
ALTHOUGH WE KNOW THAT IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE BIBLE THAT MANY WOULD BE
CALLED,BUT ONLY FEW OF THEM WOULD BE CHOOSEN.
ROBERT NESTA MARLEY, HE LIVED HIS LIFE FOR WE.
AND NOW WE HAVE GROWN, WE ARE THE SEEDS HE HAS SHOW, TILLED BY HIS IMPERIAL
OH BROTHER BOB YOU WERE ONE.
YOU WORKED FROM DAWN TILL DAWN.
NOW IN THE PHYSICAL YOU HAVWE GONE, BUT IN THE SPIRIT YOU WILL CARRY ON,
THE WORKS OF MARCUS GARVEY.(CHORUS)
NOW BOB ARISE,
OPEN THY EYES.
BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO KNOW, I 'n' I HAVE DISCOVERED YOUR FOE,
TRAMPLED BENEATH THY FEET.
SO IF YOUR TRODDING IN A STREET,
OR IN A HIGH MOUNTAIN.
DON'T YOU HAVE NO SHAME,
REGGAE MUSIC HAS BROUGHT YOU FAME,
YOU ARE THE HONOURABLE NATTY DREAD.
(C)1982, 1996, 2006 ALBERT WILLIAMS
As I stand before you today my love
I vow this vow to you and to God above
I vow to love you from this day on,
For this is the sunrise of our new dawn
My Soul is honored
My heart humbled and thankful to thee
For this is the beginning of you and me
I vow to you, you shall never feel the rain
For my love will be your shelter that will always sustain
I vow to you as the blood flows through my veins
Your love flows within my veins just the same
I vow to you; you shall never be lonely
For my love will be in your heart and your soul only
I vow to you if you shed a tear
My love will gently hold you oh so very near
I vow to you when you laugh, I laugh
I vow to you when you cry I shall cry
I vow to you when you breathe, I shall breathe
I vow to you when your heart so shall mine beat
I vow to you your family shall be mine
I vow to you my family shall be yours
I vow to you, you are my life, my existence my love all I need to survive
I vow to you I shall die fulfilling your happiness
My heart bows with humility and my soul is filled with honor
From this moment on I shall treasure you and you only
I vow to you neither of us shall ever again be lonely
I vow you this through the end of time
‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’
O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
No-one told me, when they introduced me to
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years.
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.
This poem refers to prescribed drugs
In 1983 you came back into my life.
Bringing me nothing, but trouble and strife.
You kept me a prisoner in my own home.
When all I longed for, Was to go out alone.
You caused me pain, you made cry,
I felt so ill, I thought I would die.
From doctor, to doctor, from pillar to post.
Where o where, is the cure I wanted the most?
Where exactly does the answer lie?
Eventually I found it, in a doctor called Di.
She gave me the will to carry on and fight.
I fought so hard, with all of my might.
The shops in the village seemed so very far away.
If only I could go out, just for one single day.
I tried and tried, the tears, the pain,
It was a battle lose or gain,
I gave it everything, yes everything I had.
It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was very bad.
In 1990, after 7 long years,
A lot of heartache, many, many tears,
I was starting to win the battle of getting out the door,
With each day, I was doing more and more,
But there was still so many things that I couldn’t do alone.
Still so many jobs, that had to be done on the phone.
I could now walk to the shops, there and back,
get the groceries, take them home, and unpack,
But I still couldn’t get a bus into town on my own,
only if I had someone to go with, borrowed, on loan.
It took several more years, of heartbreak and pain,
Before I could finally travel alone again.
May 2nd 2000, I jumped on a bus and popped into town,
It was just like my world had been turned upside down.
HERE WAS I FREE AT LAST,
Finally free to forget the past.
So I decided to do something I had never done before.
I started at college part time, each day I couldn’t wait to get out of the door,
To catch my bus, to feel like I had finally rejoined the human race.
Living life at a hectic pace.
Going to college at the age of 53,
Really did do wanders for me.
The computer course was harder than I thought it would be,
but others in the class helped me.
Our tutor was really nice,
Always ready with good advice.
Now I really feel I have turned my life completely around,
With this new freedom I have found.
With a lot of help, from my husband and son,
The battle is over, finally won.
So its goodbye agoraphobia you belong in the past,
Never again will you get me in your grasp.
This is a true poem of my own battle with Agoraphobia, That robbed me of a lot of my life,
without Easter,Christmas cannot be-
I looked at the clock, My life was slowly ebbing away.
I didn’t think I would reach 40, What a high price to pay.
I was coming off tranquillisers 15 a day prescribed by my then G P,
But the withdrawal symptoms were so horrendous I could hardly see.
I was constantly being sick night and day,
All I could do was to sit and pray this nightmare would go away.
I couldn’t walk properly, My balance had completely gone,
I couldn’t pay privately, as money I had none.
I also had Agoraphobia, so I couldn’t even go out of the door,
This wasn’t a life worth living any more.
All I was left with, was to say a prayer,
To ask for a miracle. Lay my soul bare.
A week or so later, a letter in my hand,
An appointment with a new doctor, I could hardly stand.
Over the next year a miracle unfolded, bit by bit.
I didn’t even have to walk with my stick.
I started to go out a bit more each day,
Various obstacles got in my way.
But I was determined, I was not going back,
I mapped out a plan to keep myself on track.
I did it, I conquered my Agoraphobia, and got off the pills.
I even went to college for the first time to learn new skills.
I went on Radio, Television, Newspapers and Magazines all covered my story.
The miracle I prayed for had happened, mine was now the glory.
How do you thank someone for giving you twenty-five years of extra life
Yes twenty-five years extra, Of being a Mother, Nanny and Wife.
How do you thank someone for being there for you
When you were so ill, you didn’t know what to do.
You thank them by, now being the person you want to be
And showing the world on live TV.
You thank them by doing all the things you never got the chance to do before.
When you couldn’t even venture out the door.
You thank them by living your life in the fast lane again
Now you are free of the nightmare, free of the pain.
You thank them by shopping at a packed Sheffield Meadowhall
A couple of weeks before Christmas, you are having a ball
You thank them by going to see your fav’ourite singer Cliff
You sit there with 12,000 people just to do this.
You thank them by running a helpline for others
meeting fantastic people along the way
You thank them by living your life day by day
You thank them by just being you,
You thank them in everything that you do.
A moment at night
Something fell outside the door
Sparkling gem so bright
Picked up a shovel
Whilst started to melt soil
Held it on my hand
Can't uttered a word
Vibrant hue and glow persists
Turned to diamond.
The eye,a sign the
unwise can't comprehend
Forged from the world's
illumination in darkened
enlightened ones like
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac
The eye is a tree
with many branches like
Priory of Scion,Knight
in all corners of earth.
The world is clothed
through wisdom from
The eye,all seeing
emblem of power and
riches to the lion hearted
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and
Creating the social order
through men of power....
Some see it as a
curse,others a blessing.
I feel it,the great eye is
Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love "
To-day is a New Day
Time for people to Pray
If their were No Unity
Where would we be to-day?
Why is it..
That all of 'GOD' People
War Torn Today..
With nothing going on
With nothing to speak of..
So little to say!
So, looking back on Reflection
In a more Democratic Way
Let's give the Future back
To the Children
- And -
Let Jesus lead the way
So, Why not give them Love
Show them another way
Remember that Obama Care
Is a Health Care which is
Oh! so very rare..
It could really save the Day?
Do you know a better way?
It is meant for people with
Not for those...
Who just don't care!
For it is just an annoyance
Who really need Insurance?
So, if you have Insurance
And that is all that really
Matter to you...
Remember that their are
Men, Women and Children
Who needs' a plan too...?
For the Obama Plan is high
And Gods' People are too...
Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan
then we need one too...
Before we were thought of or time had started,
God put US in His Son’s name..
And each time we pray, you'll see its true,
You can't spell Jesus without including US.
Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For US, He was born;
And His great love for US is the reason He died.
Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand
He rose from the dead, with US in His plan?
The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress
And His resurrection was for US.
As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension,
When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention.
"Go into the world and tell them it's true
that I love them all - Just like I love you."
So many people are Christian brothers and sisters,
Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too?
It all depends on what we do,
He'd like them all to know,
But it all starts with US.
Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
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Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Don't Trust Your Eye's
Don't trust me.
With every word I believe in you.
How many times have I hurt you?
How many times did you save me?
Your eye's shouldn't trust everything they see.
With my heart,those are my eye's.
Not if it clouded with lies.
I can feel you,your no lie.
Why do you insistent ?
For you will disappear if I don't keep you close.
Aren't you not selfish,why do you trust this image?
I don't trust my heart to you,I trust my well being.You've never let me fall to fair where you couldn't reach me before.
How do you know I won't betray you in the end,for I am a spawn of the devil.
For you was once an angel with a heart.
What do you now believe?
The mouth.It curses those without any knowledge of the truth that lies deep inside.
So where does my truth lie?
In a kiss.That comes from your heart.
Your not afraid you'll lose everything in the end?
I'm afraid of what can touch me but hasn't.
How can you be so open when I stand between you and death.Is there not a life you wish to live?
You as to many question.Your not allowed to ask with your mouth which only know's lies.
Then where should I ask from?
Look into my eye's.
Look into my soul.
Watch and don't be afraid.
You how can you?
Life is completed when a person is in sher sync with themselves.
What I a fool?...Is that what I'm taken for?
No in truth your eye are shown lies so you heart is clouded and your soul is being torn.
Is there no way to escape this.Mistress of Truth and of lies?
There is but yourself can only fix.
As I bow I pledge myself to thee as I once did all those years ago.
And I will take you like I did all those year ago.
Let see eye to eye and never trust what we see.
For it only clouded are heart.
Twist are minds.
And tears are souls.
Look not with your eye's for they no longer can be trusted.
As We Celebrate Independence Day…
At this time, which we celebrate our independence.
Perhaps we should look at this country’s dependence.
It’s like we want to be independent of God’s commands.
And have brought a dependence of evil all over the land.
Do we have the freedom that helped us get started?
Or has the freedom we once enjoyed, long departed?
We’ve allowed a tide of wickedness upon our shores!
And have no idea what God’s freedom is meant for!
Only Jesus can give us the freedom that we need.
Only he can break the bondage of lust and greed!
Only he can bring a salvation and hope that will help us!
Before the corruption begins to fill and overwhelm us!
Only he can provide the freedom from the bondage of sin!
And bring a peace and stability to our lives again!
Through Christ, there is no God and man separation!
Only his blood can cleanse the heart of this nation!
During this Independence Day, here’s the question;
“Have you thought about going in God’s direction?”
Through Christ, independence can be a daily experience.
You can be changed by his power and glorious appearance!
Dear Lord Jesus, as we begin our celebration…
May we honor you, as the God of our nation!
By Jim Pemberton
How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven?
We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven.
We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair.
We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there.
In looking back to find just how this love of ours began
I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan.
I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me.
And all this time together would be less than destiny.
I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so –
He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go.
He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there
To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer.
I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road
Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load.
We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here
Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year?
Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey
The music pumps the groove,
The music makes me move,
The music lights my heart,
The music bangs so hard,
The music makes me dance,
The music brings romance,
The music crowds the place,
And the music relates,
The music makes me wanna dance,
All night long,
The music makes me wanna dance,
And feel this song,
The music makes me wanna love you,
All night long,
(We can love)
To The Music
The music lights my soul,
The music takes control,
The music makes you love,
The music is a drug,
The rhythm of us being in love,
the land was valued at $240, where they built "the little church on the hill"
established by a group of abolitionists and free blacks for they knew that was God's will
they named it Berean Baptist and its congregation was integrated
but after only a short time the membership separated
the church continued to prosper for the members were godly inspired
they would not let anything keep them down not even those two fires
the congregation would continue to rebuild for their faith could not be pricked
they got smart and moved two blocks over and erect a church made out of bricks
it was a little chapel yet membership would continue on the up swing
the church needed more room, so they then added on two wings
from Dr. Brown to Drs. Matthews, Eldridge and the Rev. Dr. James
anointed men of God who helped Berean establish a good name
from Rev. Roman and now Dr. Griffith with their powerful evangelistic ministries
and after 157 years Berean is a great church with a lasting and living legacy
and with the Lord's continued blessings, His mercy and His grace
The Historic Berean Baptist Church will always be the place
where anyone and everyone can come to get godly inspiration
for Berean is the church that will set on the path to salvation
I simply love being me
for I am so good at everything
step into my city and they
will tell you who is King
one day when I am hungry
I will swallow everything
then and only then shall I
inherit the stuff I dream
even then I promise
not to settle for satisfaction
at any instant half a second
I could spring into full action
so go against me? please,
you do not even measure
up to half of the goodness
that I hold tight like my treasure
still spreading rumors about me
to try and destroy my life
can't believe I let myself get beat by
a stripper and my self-intended knife
try and say I'm gay
even though we both know that isn't the truth
just ask any woman I been with
if they ever needed proof
they'll say I was the cream of the crop
as they took it all night knowing
I just may never stop
I own the status of a legend
now what you got left to say
when I bring it twenty-four seven?
When you dont look at me,
With other things to do when you are busy.
You seldom turn around and smile
You are with me, but just for a while.
I think of what will make me sad
Of things which ever make me mad.
And isolate myself away from you,
Wandering around what next to do.
And a long wait, a peek from the corner of my eye;
Feeling the pain grow, as to forget I try.
And then when it is already too late,
I notice your concerned stride past the gate.
You cuddle me, like a baby you hold,
Trying to reassure your love pre-told.
To get you near me, look at me, I could die;
And that is one reason I love to cry...
"What's your story?"
"you seem interesting."
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
each time the oily blade passes above
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
she will divide you
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
baby of zero maybes
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
we never looked back
You're like the storm and the wind,
Tearin up the city and breaking the
Whenever I'm around you girl,
I get weak,
You're breaking my heart,
And tearing up me,
Breaking my heart,
Breaking my heart, (Tearing up me)
I know we will make it,
Even though the wind is blowing
careless at me,
I can't do this without you girl,
I'll get weak,
Stop breaking my heart,
Bringing me to my knees,
Even though the love hurricane is
blowing careless at me,
I can't do this without you girl,
I'm too weak,
You breaking my heart,
You're the storm of the week.
I do not know?
Huddled up in a tranquil mass,
Darkened silence fills the room,
Prayers that nature does not punish our home,
We live in fear of an angry wind.
A curse of the season,
A curse of the land,
We do not choose the time of the storm.
We fear for our lives,
The only thing to do is to hold the ones we have close.
When we exit, our fears are realized,
Trees are down, our home is wrecked,
All our possessions are gone.
We are left with nothing.
No one is there to help us,
No one can get us out of this mess.
At least we have each other,
But do each other feed us?
Stop! We must rationalize!
The charities come and help us.
A cot in a large tent,
Without privacy, but at least a roof.
Warm food to nourish us.
It may not be home, but it is all we have.
This may not be home, but it is all we have.
This seems to lasts for months, years,
Is there hope?
Is there hope?
Then a goodness of people gives us a place to live.
Thank you people!
Thank you charities!
Thank you God!
There may be others without such help,
But I am grateful for what I have,
And I am willing to give my share to the less fortunate.
. The wind blows,
The night melody flows,
We dance away under the full moon,
Our hands clinging together creating a tune,
The melody of two falling in love so soon,
The rhythm of a great bliss to me,
Our first kiss so lovely,
Anthony Scandrick II
Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need
I'll call upon my superhero's
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.
(My First love),
(The way I feel),
(How do I),
The way I felt, Within,
I could never hide,
So I told you girl,
The way you, changed my world,
oh girl, The way you looked at me,
As though, I madeYour day,
(Girl I could forget),
The love We made,
Felt, so good,
How could this be,
A girl just like me,
Who knows, the things,
(How could this be)
(A girl just like me)
My First Love, (Love)x4
My first kiss,
I came across, a bliss,
How could I forget,
How it made me feel, girl
I'm still, in love,
In the back of my mind,
The Lord is My teacher
He Shepherds Me to the Path
He takes' all my worry away!
He Shines the path to the Light
He also, help's Me to sleep at night
My fear's are of a need to cry
Yet, and still He severs' My fears'
And tempests My Soul
As My blood suddenly began
To run Cold
He severs' My Soul
When I am confound in Lost
He subjugates' My past
And makes life a
Meaningful wonder task
And I did not have to ask?
He keeps' Me from strife
Deceit and plunder
He sub-side all of My feelings'
And this is no wonder...
Even though He had carried
His Cross on His own
He never forsake Me
He never left Me alone
- Fore -
I am but one of His legion
And He was but,
The One and only begotten Son
He was the baby Child Jesus
The Lord and Holy One!
I shall treasure Him
Threw out the day's of my life!
Triumph At the Cross
“ 15And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross. ” Col 2:15 NIV
Christ triumphed over Satan
And his unholy alliance;
Made a public spectacle of evil
In His sacrifice of compliance.
Satan was stripped of his power;
His authority lost forever.
Christ in His obedience
Became our High Priest of favor.
Although it seemed all was lost
To His disciples and followers alike,
Christ’s Triumph At The Cross
Began with each cruel strike.
He was beaten for our healing,
His blood spilt for our redemption—
The Son of the Most High,
Made responsible for all creation.
The Triumph At the Cross
Was not what it appeared.
Failure to the world
Was victory veneered.
On the resurrection morning,
Christ’s victory was made known.
Demons watching His body,
In great fear of God had flown.
Although Christ had been tempted,
Not once did He sin.
His obedient life and resultant death—
Ensured the Victor to win.
Triumph At the Cross
Rendered Satan a banished foe.
To the powers of evil,
This was a mighty blow.
This poem is featured in my Easter Poems book
Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.