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Details | Couplet | |

Jack

I saw him on the highway
Thought he was insane
Standing with his thumb out 
In the pouring rain
I don't usually stop for hitchhikers
But something said I should
Besides, it was raining awful hard
And the wind was blowing good.
I said, "Hop in, it's cold out there.
Where you headed on this stormy night?"
He said, "Down the road, I really don't care
Just somewhere else will be all right.
I ain't got no license, so I'm travelling kind of slow
They just left me out of prison a few nights ago."
I might not have stopped had I known
Now we were on this dark road all alone.
I didn't know if I was in any danger
But as I drove, I listened to this stranger
He spoke of life and of acceptance
He spoke of sin and of repentance
A story of gratitude and saving grace
And I saw a smile come on his face.
He asked if I'd take him a little farther down
And drop him off in another town
I was already late but I said okay
And I listened to his stories along the way. 
When he was getting out he said, "Thanks for the hand.
God will bless you. Soon, you'll understand."
There was a new feeling inside me that I found
And I began to turn my life around.
I stopped at the prison to find out about Jack
And tell him how I got my life on track.
The warden listened and he shook his head
Saying, "I have a hard time believing what you said.
It couldn't be Jack, I'm telling you so.
You see, Jack died this day, eighteen years ago."

Angels come in strange forms sometimes.


Details | Free verse | |

Preacher's Son


I am the Preacher's son
who stole the bread
and broke it with a wrinkled face,
the essence weaving behind her retinas.
____

When I stole from the church,
Mrs. Worther 'the bird', had spied me
sneaking out the vestibule door,
from her usual early service perch
in the very back pew.

She carried this secret for many years,
including when she caught me eavesdropping
on midweek board meetings
from behind crates of cheap wine.
Instead of showing scorn,
she had given me a warm wink,
offering a lesson
by leaving me there to think.

Mrs. Worther
who had been my Sunday school teacher,
had made me study the lessons
without ever becoming a preacher --
especially later,
when it came to my thievery
and excursions into the park,

where I broke the bread
with a wrinkled face,
the essence shimmering behind her retinas.

I am the Preacher's son,
who instead found the presence
amongst ducks and swans,
when I broke the bread
with that crazy old lady -
gleaned what I needed to do,
and since then,
have never again
sat in another pious pew.

So now,
I am the 'bad' Preacher's son.
Some people whisper righteously
how I have come undone,
made a pact with the dark,

while I break the bread
with that age-old essence in the park.



Inception Re-mix
March 24th, 2014
(originally written: March 24th, 2010)


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Details | I do not know? | |

1-15-10 Commands

Smile. Laugh. Why must you command yourself?
Dont cry. Dont show them your organs. 
Its all a lie, isnt it?
The very fabrics of life. 
Do they see pain upon your face?
Does the sadness seep through?
Tears crystalize in your eyes. 
Your too brave to risk wiping them away,
and not brave enough to let them pour. 
Blink them away. 
Good, you follow commands. 
Do you know how to be a leader?
Do you close your eyes and walk?
Trust me. Follow the sound of my voice.
Will i lead you safely? Dont be so sure. 
We are all liars at our root. 
Push your self forward.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Unanswered Questions

How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love?
I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love.
Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers.
If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it?
Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities. 

One’s feeling doesn’t seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort.
Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world,
Attempts and efforts don’t seem to fade away.
It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive.
So does God understand this?

Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many,
The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire.
The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again.
Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon,
One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies.

As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity,
Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt.
Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way.
There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests.
Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.


Details | Narrative | |

African Child

" From the debt of my heart"

The African child
Sat behind the bamboo fence
He was sober and tense
Sputtering and wondering.
He forsook the bush meat
And the gathering under the moonlight
For sobriety and the causes of his uncertainties.
His clothes were like dried leaves
His feet like openings in the eaves
He longed to see a brighter tomorrow
He clarified the causes of his sorrow;
Sins of the father,
Fighting not to make things better
Therefore darkening the weather,
Making his destiny falter and bitter.
Tears exuded from the sound of his flute,
His fears enlarged like a parachute
But one thing he never understood,
Watch and pray, oh! African root
For your foundation is stinky, filthy,
Faulty and guilty...... watch and pray.



Details | Romanticism | |

Autumnal Grace

The autumnal grace that bodes so well 
For eager souls departs,
Upon a dove wore Gaelic prose
Devised by naïve hearts,

For afterthoughts as echoed dew
Sate the doleful needs,
Of naïve souls whose hearts dispose
Of decadence and greed,

For autumnal grace a phrase misplaced
In modern times bestowed,
With meaning laced with fervent haste
That once defined our souls.


Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?


Details | Haiku | |

Silence

Silence can deceive                                        
One's quiet to understand
Another to destroy


Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty In Futility

Futility
my heart breathes its last breath
Embraces its own death
Ready to be reborn 
and made anew

Can’t live a lie
Refuse to “do”
and I’ll DIE....
Focus now on why I’ll live 
And never touch the sky. 

I have to forget you
I have to reject you 
But I will never love anyone 
like I loved you.....

I heard you whisper 
and you never knew it
I wiped the tears from your eyes 
But you couldn’t feel it

You’re lost and you’ll never find you
And neither will I 
And I’m so sorry--
but I’m NOT. 

I'll attempt to reset
Try to forget
But you know, I never will. 

Be my dirty little secret 
My very worst-kept secret 
Sweet, smooth, beautiful poison 
My infernal and endless attraction 
towards complete and utter self-destruction 

I fell in love with the devil
And it will take one heck of an angel
To save me from the likes of you....

My addiction 
my confusion
my nightmare
my dream never to come true

Oh, I’ll never forget the times
we never shared
I’ll never forget 
how you were never there

Always me, the stars, and tears
And I ask you,
what kind of life is THAT?

I have to face the facts 
I don’t know what happens now
but it happens without you. 

The stains will always be there
the scars will never fade
But the memory of you----
it HAS to. 

I could carry the torch forever
But it would only consume me
I can’t cry another tear for you
Or I’ll dry up completely

It doesn’t affect you
and you never deserved me

You’ll go on with your life, too
All, all alone
Because you’ll only ever be in love
with you. 


Details | Lyric | |

Human Being

I walk a mile to see the self in me that I believe to be, 
I knew the road I choose to lay my head to sleep is called my home,
times in need I could barely see that in myself I will set free, 
the act that held me down, something about me I could not see,
I lived a life when I decide that day I said that I don't care, 
so young, so bright, I dim my light, traumatized for me to share,
love me please regardless of what you heard and what you have seen, 
friends say that I'm only human, yes you're right, a human but who am I being?
My life will move in the direction I choose, 
this I know I have always been taught
that I choose to be a winner or lose, 
its entirely up to me its all in my thoughts.

Ken Fepulea'i


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dove

I stand here in this abandoned
church listening to the derelict
silence of the sombre ambience.
I look out of a shattered stain-glass
window, my mind has gone blank.
The bell rings sending an eerie
chime through the dust covered
room.
My heart is racing from the 
spine-chilling fear that suddenly
floods my body.
I look once more; a white 
dove sits peacefully on the 
window sill chirping its soft
song; tranquillity from deep
within a magical heart.
The bell rings once more,
it startles me,
I turn back to peer out of the
shattered window,
the dove was made from glass.


Details | Free verse | |

To Snow and Angel Dust

                She bounced right off the inkling
                             . . . . . . . . .   golden rings and tinker bells winking
                                                                on tiny toes zzzzzzzzinging
                through the galaxies spinning
                             . . . . . . . . .  aglitter aflicker ~ her heart
                                                                atwist amidst anticipating ...
                on Halley’s comet tail she flew
                             . . . . . . . . .  in the genius of a snowflake parade
                                                                 in search ... in search
                                                       . . . . . of something he once said
                to the atmosphere on a cloudy
                             . . . . . . . . .  day
                                                      over rooftops flurried in December snow
                in a glance of her cosmic smile, 
                             . . . . . . . . .  she ... perched on the cusp of an eighth of a moon
                                                                 sang songs of fields of poppies soon
                budding beneath the snow,
                             . . . . . . . . .  and she opened her tiny fists and let go her angel dust
                                                                  upon the world
                and the earth shimmered in many colors
                                                                  and gave praise
                             . . . . . . . . .  and the angels came and fetched her up ~
                                                                  and He smiled.
                x


Details | Epyllion | |

Late Night On Salisbury Ave.

The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar 
and everything uncertain.

The night accelerated sounds of anticipation 
as a thousand strangers loomed
 
and I thought him to be a foreigner 
until he glanced twice 
as his smile slightly dropped
 astonishment plagued him

Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt 
betrayed by the numinous... 
that often guides my thoughts

He left with lady and child, to merge 
With a thousand anticipating strangers 
 and the northern lights sheltered me
  the explosions across the sky 
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation 
that unexpectedly emerged 

Then the night was briefly soundless; 
the applause prolonged 
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing, 

 through a thin pane of glass 
all I could yield was a smile, 

a smile to the incredulity within his eyes. 

Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow, 
and the difference was indistinguishable.


Details | Blank verse | |

Hope

Some divine light
Beams upon my life

Every day the same sight:
A star beyond shallow sky,

Would I see you if I die?


Details | I do not know? | |

A Gushing Eulogy on the Devil

The time when thy heart’d beat no longer
When thy soul’d be shaken by thunder
Of the innocent hands of the Death
Coming to take hold of thy breath
What thou can do but the End to face
And lie happily in the Death’s embrace?
Your body awaits the fire and lashes
You’ll be crushed to earth and be burnt to ashes
No more laughs and no more grins
What else to eat but fruits of sins?
Thy boasted grandeur shall turn into dust
All thy powers and all thy lust
Everyone you gulled, everyone you fooled
Will all be with you, by the fire cooled!
Then the Lord shall rise, and the Love shall reign
And then thou shall see all you did in vain
Nothing remains then but to sigh and moan
How would it feel then? To taste Death alone!


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Letter to the Lord

Of course, who can claim to be my lover Eternally wedded to him I am, in the form of a prayer That is you, only you, powerful Lord Revered you shall be as long as I can breathe your word! Seated on the highest altar of my heart Forever you shall be the ladies' sweetheart Even if the guys will want their friendship's part My lover forever you shall be in your tender heart Feelings are profuse, You have been my only muse Lighting up at all times my fuse Tending all the times to my bruise Blissful are those seated near the Lord Guiding them he is, always away from discord Pray, altruist Lord, Love me endlessly I am yours incessantly, claims my harmony
Placed 6th in the contest Endless Love;Gail Doyle


Details | Sonnet | |

Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Free verse | |

The Pond of Darkness

Swim in the pond of darkness,
Dive into a complicated world,
Try to breathe the air...
Smell the sorrow,

Beneath a dark world,
Where life doesn't exist,
Where souls are drenched with grief,
Where words are silent,

Eyes do not sleep,
Tears do not cry,
Hearts never share love,
Lies drown in lives,

Nothing shines,  even
The sun gives darkness,
Skies fall apart
Oceans split into two,

Disguised with smiles,
While covered with invisible tears,
Betraying your own souls, for you're
Lost in a web of fear,

A life that changes an angel into a devil,
A life of sickness with no remedy,
A place with haunted hearts... Where
Souls never see "life,"

Prevented from light, 
A world filled with dishonesty,
Souls drowning and dying
Tears pretending to smile, but crying,

One day, some one will have to face the truth,
Souls will rise to the top,   and
The darkness will fade away....


Details | Rhyme | |

Knock, Knock!

Knock, Knock!
Who is it that goes there,
It is me; I am in your air,
And a deep root we share.

Knock, Knock!
What on Earth do you want?
It is me, the one they daunt.
But you and I have to jaunt.

Knock, Knock!
Would you just go far away?
It is me, and forever I’ll stay.
I ‘m here giving you the way.

Knock, Knock!
Why must you keep bothering me?
Because you are one of me and see.
I have come to set souls totally free.

Knock, Knock!
Have you not been here a time or two before?
Yes it is me; I will always knock at your door.
You’ve buried me alive deep inside your core!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2008


Details | Free verse | |

For What's Worth Breathing


Look at me
I am the life in a wasteland

Look at me
I am the slavery through the ages

Look at me
I am the mirror of the world

Look at me
I am the illusion I’ve fought for

Look at me
I’m still loving you

and I keep being here

for you, for me,
and for what’s worth breathing


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Crossroads- A night flight

I can hear the silence again
I can take back the time to think, to feel, to just 
breathe.
I have held out my hand to slow down time
and I have floated back down to myself
returned to my body for a while, you see;
I am here just on loan.
I dont know if I can lose myself again, 
lose myself to the fear of living, fear of the inevitable, fear of pain inescapable
so I think I'm just gonna ride on out on this illusion wave
and, you know- 
If you find a rock to cling to, and it breaks away suddenly, and you find another 
rock to cling to,
and it also uproots itself as well,
and you feel uneasy without solid ground
you gotta just learn how to be at ease with floating
till you gather the courage to fly away
into the unknown
and pardon my sudden departure.
but the next flight is at 12 sharp
and its already a quarter to midnight


Details | I do not know? | |

As Love Whispers---Beholding---Between Two Hearts

As in times
Love comes softly
Whispering my name
Sweet softness 
Of Beauty to behold

Love melodies 
As Two hearts engage
Never grows old
Stays always Strong

Wanting more Time 
to hold-on
Making Moments Long
Love lives Forever 

grasping hold
treasures unfold
Times truth... Prevails
Enchantment... set sails

Love encounters
Entwines never fails
Two hearts… 
Two souls... binds

Man & Woman
True Love endures
Love Whispers words
             “I Love You”

Love emotions
Desirable and true
Love engages passion
Love is never alone

Love always together 
Never strays
as Love calls out
Calling each other home

Love tender words
Two hearts.. heard
Conversing... moments
Twilights glisten... 

Love never hides
Sharing.. caring.. 
always listens
Love Never Subsides…

both-hearts claiming
between each-other... 
deeep inside
Whispers… knowing 
Raising beyond.. growing


Details | Rhyme | |

The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | I do not know? | |

The Battle Between Light And Dark

I saw a light shining down on me
Thought it was the end of time.
And I just couldn’t let it 
I turned to face the bringer 
But he just walked away
Maybe now I can live to fight another day.

Wax and feathers won’t stand the test of time
Falling like a stone only to be shot out again
If you can’t stand your captors, then don’t do the crime
I can’t walk away this time
In silence here I stand alone 
Climbing the walls is the only thing we can do.

Then darkness fell all around the town
I heard the sound of heartbeats all at once
Screams rang out long into the night
Voices rising and falling
Now after all, it could all end here
Then I heard nothing but the sound of silence.

All of a sudden a light began to appear  
A million eyes all opening at once
It was nothing like anything I had seen before
But there was hesitation and apprehension
It all seemed to land on one man’s decision
I want to believe, I want to smile
And then the doors open and I see a new Eden.
                                         


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

IN Disbelief @ Elizabeth Ruff

I seen a deepness, hard to describe, it was in only one man's eyes the pain was 
there and I could see. But in disbelief I did not go. I wish that I  could go back 
again so I could call this man a friend. He was caught in a soul with no relief, the 
soul  was searching for just belief. But i can't find the reason why it travels in time 
in disbelief. I wonder why that I can't seek I think it's further then I can reach but 
for some reason I regret the soul I search is only 
death.                                                                Dedicated   Howard Hughes


Details | Quatrain | |

In the Mist of Life

In the mist of life, I have found myself
  lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.
A chill to the bone, a fall to the depth
  a longing to feel the warm rays of day.

There was but one road which ran to a church.
  There was many roads that ran far in the wood.
Like a fool I have run past Elm and Birch
  this lost road turned to a trail where I stood.

 A dark cloud now forms a narrow cold sky
  a wind from the North, which blows coastally. 
My choice brings no answer only a sigh 
  it made years ago and so willfully.

Weary am I of a life on this path
  wishing to visit my option again.
Fearing my Lord or fearing His wrath 
  I backtrack this road but only in vain.

Before me a puzzle of rock and stone  
  reaching far back before a road in time 
planted me deep in a mist with no tone 
  searching for a life, that I could call mine.

This narrowing track turns back on itself,
  the undergrowth soon will stand in my way.
In the mist of life, I have found myself
  Lost and alone in a wood dark and gray.


Details | Blank verse | |

yellow dress

if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most beautiful things
about dancing with the moon
right before throwing up
something black & fleshy-pink
on the rock where i was sitting,
& we walked back to eat
a fried egg standing
next to the stove where
she would light her cigarettes
swigging shady ladys, silently
listening to my developing dissatisfaction
& some sort of lingering love,
if she was here right now,
staring blankly at flies buzzing,
i wouldn't be surprised,
even if it has been three years since she died.


Details | I do not know? | |

Mystery of Life

Life begins, but never ends
The world keeps turning, with a spin
In the cycle, we are all a part
Of the life force, the beating heart;
We were made, for reasons unknown
Another part of the mysteries untold
Many theories, but little evidence
As to why, we came into existence



Details | Rhyme | |

Ready or Not

The "shocking" news gets all the pub,
while the worthwhile takes the back seat.
People are generally more concerned
about the scare that is Britney's hair 
or lack thereof.Or about the final 
resting place for Anna Nichole when it 
is really nothing more than a hole.


No, I'm talkin' about the euro supplanting
the greenback as currency of choice.And 
the boistrous voice of one proud and
nasty man from Iran.While his nuclear 
pot does boil and stew, he obsesses with
obliterating the Jews.

And what about man getting so very smart,
smart enough to clone, but then  wonder
exactly what he's  done.And each day
more and more lava running into the sea 
and quake after quake continually rocking
our world while  an overabundance of 
hurricanes,typhoons and cyclones does so swirl.

No food here....dried up all around.Wait, two
states over......flood waters totally cover the
ground. And this is no longer rare, it goes like
this around the globe... everywhere. And then 
there is this special place called Israel who's
desert was once so barren, now has vegetation
galore and God only knows what else is in store
for them.

Again, not really front page stuff is what is 
goin' down in China.It is overwrought with 
an abundance of various diseases from 
TB to HIV to Hepatitus B.That is just to 
mention a few. But there are certainly enough
where they are mystified and really don't
know what to do.

Then we have this guy bearing the number
666 who proclaims he is Jesus.Avoiding him 
would be wise.... might be satan in disguise.
The search is still on, but not so much for the
truth.Man is content with things that just seem
right by todays standards.... lies that tickle their 
ears and belie their fears.


And so amazing is this new fangled computer
chip that is implanted under our skin that carries
so much information.Might it someday very soon
be used by someone who is bent on tracking
and peace, though false , and "globalization?"

Yes, these most certainly seem to be the labor
pains foretold in the Bible regarding the "last days."
And yes, like labor pains, they are increasing in
both frequency and intensity. No way can mere 
mortal man keep them at bay. 

These labor pains will soon lead to the "delivery"
of the long awaited Messiah.Only this time, He won't 
come as a humble child, meek and mild, but instead,
a mighty warrior king come to rescue those committed
to Him.




Details | Rhyme | |

There Was a Day

There was a day
When light was born
When the stars burst into being
Sweet lights that adorn
The heavens above

There was a day
When the first light rays
Spread their wings,
Ready to open the opaque 
Universe,
Before there were other things

Was it heralded by
Angels of another universe?
Did they blow their horns,
And sing creation's first?

And will there be a day,
When it all shall be called to cease?
And all developed souls,
Shall see their last release?

Not for us to know,
Just to wonder about
And when it's time to go,
We'll hear the angels
Bring an end to any doubt


Details | Blank verse | |

Kabbalistic Incantation

    The light has reached 
us through
     shattered
     vessels
                Yet sparks remain
in our souls
 The face of reality 
         is too bright for us
but scattered light
         in the darkness
         can ease our pain
     Touching the infinite
                       with trepidation
                       we see the world   
           through new eyes
       let us be secure
            in the knowledge 
That we must accept that there are forces
            We will never
                     be able 
                                 to comprehend


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Eternity

My endless thoughts keep reaching past forever
I listen 
And I only hear the distance not the direction


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A Love Poem

To hang beneath such skies as these,
  Sheet blue glass, marbled with white,
Clouds threading wisps on a day to seize
  This glory before the fall of night.
I stared aloft with blood infused
  With springtime’s amphetamine jolts,
With dandelion seeds and daffodil juice
  And the sparks from lightening bolts.
And in this cool, stately reverie
  As greenfly crawled upon the rose,
The world it shrank microscopically
  To elements of poetry and prose.
A poem of love, the soft whispering words
  Dripped from the murmur of my lips
And drowned the sound of bees and birds,
  Becalmed the sails of the sailing ships.
To listen as a vacuum ruled the earth,
  To the rhyme wrought in this magic hour,
A poem of love, a colossus of worth
  Bestrode the day with its’ power…


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And Then

And Then…

My work finished
     I glanced back at the clock
Ah… The Witching Hour
     Hung heavy on the next tock
My thoughts raced back
     To childhood days
          To scary stories
               Round campfires haze
                    To daunting dares
                         In dark woods maze
               And then… It caught my eye

A phantom shape
     That just moments before
Had been shadows tossed
     Twixt the walls and floor
And I admit
     Twas’ dimly lit
          Random shapes
               In chances knit
                    Poorly viewed
                         From where I sit
               And then… I saw it move

Just then I thought
     Tis’ time to trust and pray
And steady my hearts resolve
     Should this be the reckoning day
And then I swear
     The room grew cold
          Events purpose
               Moved to unfold
                    My chest I clutched
                         My soul to hold
               And then… I heard it speak

“Time is at hand”
     And those words comforted it seemed
And my God in a timeless moment
     I became one with all I’d dreamed
Tis’ certain this
     Event of page
          Will visit all
               Upon life’s stage
                    Fully quenching
                         Life’s burning rage
               And then…


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"BEING FALSELY ACCUSED!!!"

Being falsely accused
This can leave a very bad bruise
And at the end someone will loose
Because somebody can't handle the news
Being falsely accused isn't good
When the person not doing the things that you think they should
I know it's not all about me,but it's not all about you
God knows the words we say,and every thing we do
People so often fail to realize there's 2 sides to every story
So just give Jesus all the praise,and glory.


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God's hand

 Last night when I was watching the bright trail of the plane near so many stars,
 I cried. 
 My time is hiding in the endless stretch of God's hand that holds us all together in its grip. Together! 
"There's so much we went along together, and you left me." 
 Laughter can not stop, nor tears, nor time.
 
 Exclamations that do not fit any of the pain or joy 
remains etched in the memory of the gods. 
 Nothingness must have their own sense otherwise there would be nothing of our movements within our perception. 
 Changing your vision in a different environment images will not longer tied to one arm, which has undertaken to be our destiny.
 Try to keep wasp in your hand and you will understand how important it is that we might become the wasps.
 We welcome our escape in the greatest mystery of the origin of this farce. 
 Laughter can not stop nor tears nor time.
  
 "Walls of this city must fall in honor of our gods!"
 My friend takes the sword from his drawings and defend innocent busty women.
 They promised him a night to remember when he will get out from the clenched fist using their depth. 
 Sighs from paradise opens door in which guards stand. 
 Dragons and pumas on the path of transformation. Oblivion? 
"Do not come back! We will finish what we started! " 
 It's late. Clouds in aimless wandering and relief. 
 Feeling of exhaustion and laughter that can not stop, nor tears, nor even time.

 God's hand grabbed us from the very beginning of our existence.
 We were wrong in only one that we did not know to keep an endless pleasure. 
 So do not ever ask why the universe is infinite. 
 God is watching us all the time and can not stop laughing, and neither tears nor time.


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A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 1

Hebrews 13:2 "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."
 
"Authors Note: This is a true short story/poem of my strange encounter with a dear, homeless man named Sam.
 This happened in 1992, when I was living in Grass Valley, Ca. These are not actual pictures of Sam, but they remind me of him in so many ways. We should care about people, all people, homeless or otherwisez'
 ***Dedicated to Sam*** ____________________________________________________ 
Part 1
He stood alone on the corner on a local, busy, traveled street
 In ragged clothes holding a sign standing in the cold or heat
 “Anything Helps,God Bless", it says, on his small cardboard sign
 "I’d appreciate whatever you give, even a nickel or a dime".
 Most all the drivers pass him by, seeming not to care
 But every time I see him, I feel such a need to share 

I’ve seen him at other places in that same part of town
 A place where the homeless go; those that are lonely and down
 There’s a shelter down the street, a couple of blocks away
 It’s called “Open Door Mission” a place where the homeless stay
 
I want to cry when I see this place, full of children, women and men
 Driving down by the Mission down on Nicholas Street, I see them picking through dirty, garbage bins
 Glad when they find a piece of clothing, or joyful for some aluminum cans
 
Some people think it’s shameful when others are down, or in such paltry jams
 I think to myself, “How can they feel this way, it could be them or me”!
 “Open your eyes”, I want to yell out loud, “Isn’t this the land of the free”? 
How far have we come from this ideal, 'Land of the Free, Home of the Brave”?
 On our holiday, the Fourth of July, does that saying mean the same today?
 


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The castle of my dreams

The castle of my dreams has the purple windows.
Through this windows you can not see the widows,
only you can see are strange shadows
walking through the mirrors.

The thunder and an angel announce
a galactic storm with extremely changes
for all creatures in our false world.

The mining camp is empty, someone have taken all gold.
These are the same people who have stolen 
our freedom, our mind.

I know one thing about this life 
that the simple wishes never comes.
Only salvation is that you must escape from your mind
because the mind create wishes.

The castle of my dreams is defending us
from our screams, our fears.
The castle of my dreams is made 
by our diamond tears.


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Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Wedding

Sometimes things are up,
And sometimes they are down,
Sometimes black is white, 
And sometimes it is brown.
All the rivers flowing,
Back to the sacred sea,
All the monkeys climbing,
Up the very same tree.
You think you know a lot,
Think you know it all,
But the autumn leaves are falling,
At the north wind's lonely call.
The thinking of the meaning,
The reasons lost and gone,
At last the place is ready, 
A vacant holy throne.
The emptiness that fill you,
Fills you from inside,
Is the treasure you are holding,
The bridegroom's holy bride.
And now the north wind's blowing,
Blowing down the Way,
And now we sit here waiting,
For the bridegroom's wedding day.

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DREAM WORLD

In the dream world where reality becomes a fantasy 
And fantasy becomes reality.

The impossible is made possible and death becomes no threat. Mountains turn to a plain ground and are surmountable.

In the dream world I can do the impossible and see the invincible. I can spread my wings, soar and fly through the clouds reaching the altitude of my fortune and destiny.

In the dream world I am unstoppable and unquestionable, conquering all my adversaries. The treasures of this world are at my disposal, kings and kingdoms are my subjects.

In the dream world wishes don’t count but choices are made. That is why I have made the choice to have you as mine forever. In my dream world where there is no pain but gain, no distress but fortress, no cross but crown.


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Don't Trust Your Eye's

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.


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A Homeless Man Named Sam -Part 4

Cont. from Part 3

Three months now, no trace of Sam has ever been found to this very day
 I think he was an angel from above, I don’t know what else to say
 I hope he’s at home in Heaven with God and his beautiful wife
 I believe he was sent to teach me a lesson and to share with me his life
  
If you see someone in need don’t just walk on by, please don’t treat them so unfair
 When you pass them- stop - give them a smile, send them a heartfelt prayer
 Try to help someone else, the best that you possibly can
 Always try to remember... this isn't where their homeless life began
_______________________________________________________________
 
I felt very privileged to have met this kind man
 But so saddened by his heartfelt story
 Was he an angel sent from God?
 I don't know, I only know I met a very, special man...
     a man named Sam
 
___________________________________________________
                                    ***Dedicated to Sam***


Details | I do not know? | |

so honesty , so true

so honest

i know your afraid to love , for the simple fact you are hurting yourself inside, why 
hide from your feelings inside, explore the obvious of the nature that you can bring and 
just believe in yourself through all means, keep your head up no matter what life has in 
store for you. now you know through all of this you will make it through, be conscience 
of your surroundings and care for the next man , before you know it your life is still in 
your hands , so be honest to yourself and others no matter what god got you covered...


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

MYSTERY

   Mystery does not have to be errie, dark, fearful. Mysteries can be inviting, especially in prayer and meditation. 
   Close your eyes. See darkness turn to light. Allow the light to guide you into your inner soul. Allow the strength of your soul to completely encapsulate your physical body.
   As you stay in the light, think of a positive loving word... LOVE is all right. See the light, hear the LOVE. 
   As light and LOVE mix, messages and thoughts will come to understanding. Understanding the mystery of the unknown brings the mass of the universe into your life, into your soul.
   Allow mystery to come into your life.

                                           Louis Drago


Details | Ballade | |

Fear of dying

Fear of dying

I have me no beliefs
To me they’re childish
And come through all the fear one has
To me they mean to wish
But I have faith that destiny
Will take me where it goes
Though what tomorrow well might bring
I really do not know.

I have no fear of dying
I’m not neurotic in this way
Though when the end does come to me
At the ending of my days
I may well panic, I don’t know
Whatever is will be
Yet while I’m here and filled with life
That’s good enough for me.

Belief is caused through fear
And when that fear is gone
Why is there need to worry
Whether life will still go on
Maybe once I never was
And I won’t be again
But I won’t let fear worry me
And drive my mind insane.

1 December 2013 @ 0715hrs.




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Why Do We Preach Tolerance and Love


Tolerance and love is preached…  But,  at what price?
Too often we forget about Jesus’ sacrifice!

His death was because our sin counted against us.
He died on the cross because he truly loves us!

How dare we “cheapen” his work on the cross!
In today’s “political correctness..”  We have lost!

In the love and acceptance, we call it “inclusion.”
This has led many into a serious “confusion.”

Many want the loving side of God.  I can’t blame them!
But those who seek his holiness…  
Can you name them?

God is a God of love.  But he requires holy living too!
This is not a request but a command 
me and you!

If it’s tolerance and love you want…  Look no more!
You’ll be able to find it washed up on sin’s shore!

The people of Israel wanted “free love.” 
 Look what it got them!
Being slaves and captives, is what
 it taught them!

God is a loving God but is also as a consuming fire!
Living a righteous life is what he really desires!

“Without holiness…  No man shall see him.”
That’s why he sent Jesus, to the world beneath him!

Won’t you allow your sins to be totally forgiven?
Only Jesus can change the way
 you’ve been livin’!

He gives eternal life to those who
 diligently seek him!
The choice is yours to repent and receive him!

By Jim Pemberton    


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Christmas Rebels

Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers, 
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness, 
Of that fearful night loneliness,

Today is Christmas,
The whole mass,
Was joyous,
Every home, glorious,
Meat was plenteous, 
Rice and beans.
Was every homes means,
Children bouncing in,
New goat skin jackets,
Mother’s dressed in costly
Beads and all the way,
Father leads.
For Christmas had taking over,
Taking over the African Shrine,
It supplied a joyous sunshine.
Our pockets were full of cowries,
Like a goldmine,
Happiness was mine,
For the usual war seemed 
To be hidden, and our teethes where like, 
“Forever opened”.

Oh! Joyful, blissful, plentiful Christmas.
Providing joy each time it surface, 
But joy has a slender waist that breaks so soon.
Christmas night came, so we visited 
Our beds as night rang it’s bell,

(To be continued in the next, same Poem).


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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Mysticism

Deep uninterrupted meditations
Thoughts and imaginations going way deep
Through galaxies and celestial habitations
Failing to make the slightest of sounds as they creep

Seeking acquaintance with an omniscient being
An unprecedented level of closeness
With a Father never seen
And a Creator of unthinkable mysteries


Details | Ballade | |

Letting my eyes look within

Letting my eyes look within

‘I am here, I am me’ I state every day
Though I play with the words just a bit
yet always the message it be just the same
There really is no doubt about it
I am trying to enter the essence of me
I’m letting my eyes look within
I go to my center and look at my source
That space far away from the din.

Been doing this thing for just gone four years
And I’m feeling the changes that come
My mind be more mellow, and life feels real good
And the anger, it seems has gone dumb
Little things that mattered don’t matter no more
I care not who’s wrong or who’s right
I look at my me ness and find me the force
Of all of life’s wondrous delight.

I am here, I am me, these words I do state
And this it be my daily song
As I let the mind seek the source of itself
And feel myself truly belong
To the stars and the trees and the whole Universe
As I realize, everything’s me
I just want to be Mr natural man
I just want my mind to be free.


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Serving A Great Church Or A Great God

Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God? There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to… I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!” “We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!” “We have great people too..” “This is most certain!” “You’re invited to a service that is really great.” “It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.” “You’ll find a great service in just one hour!” “You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.” “The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!” “Getting more people into our building is our goal!” I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?” In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving? What does scripture say about Christ’ body’s purpose and meaning? Are we focused on God? Or what gives us a “good feeling?” Holiness and repentance must be our daily goal and passion… Being sold out to Christ may seem “old fashioned.” I’d rather have Jesus than the “greatness of a church” any day. I’ll love and worship HIM… No matter that others say! May we all return to our first love... Jesus must be our lord! It’s in heaven where we need to have our treasures stored! I seek the greatness of our God! And I worship his mighty name! With him in church..… Things will never be the same! By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11


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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


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The Night Walk.

                                                                                   **A WINNING POEM**


That night, my heart pleaded i should
Wait over and pass the night at grand pa's 
Old inn.
Enormous was my concern to reach home 
And see Constance La France.... the rambling poet.
About "create your own form, may be?"
I embraced the night and darkness mingled 
With my eyes;

Yonder are night workers,
Here and there they wander,
Seaching for who to plunder,
Oh! what a mighty wonder.
Look at that  supermarket,
And a man with a mask,
Gun and matchet,
He most be a burglar,
Oh! i must be undercover,
Or else i step into danger,
For the night is in dark anger.

"Ahh! ahhh!! ahhhh!!!" the cry of a victim,
Something must have wrought a cry,
Who will be the rescue?
For me, this night walk must linger.
Look at the police, having me as an 
Accomplice, they need my identity and money,
Yet yonder is the victim crying....

Look over there! drug users
Assembling in dark corners,
Swaying like feathers,
In the midst of their daily rituals,
That is never beneficial,
Oh! blind earth leading to an open death.
Group upon groups, stationed in their post,
Looking so malicious, looking so vicious, 
Brandishing weapons, ready for the slaughter,
Gun shoots clatter as a group fight starter.
Charles melody has seen wonder
And endless palaver.

Knives mingled with flesh, blood and bone,
Men eager and bold,
Heads bounce like ball,
Suddenly, calmness......
Gba! gba!! gba!!! another trigger's verdict?
Lord when will these pass over?
For i am likening to salt in water,
Never to calm and ponder,
The night walk seemed not to be over. 

For the night is in dark anger....


BY CHARLES MELODY (Lightening Ink)                  **14TH PLACE IN
 CONSTANCE LA FRANCE CONTEST,
 WITH THE THEME; "DEEP, DARK AND DRAMATIC".
===============================
The form of this poem is called,"stream of consciousness." 
i formed it so because the thought kept coming
 like a stream or river of consciousness in my mind,
i was conscious of the dangers i knew, especially in my Little
African village and the war that covered it.
For "Constance La France, the Rambling poet's contest.


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Are YOU Ready For Christ Return

Are You Ready? Many in church aren't ready for Christ' return, Holiness in their lives must be learned. Many attend each Sunday, and go to every class. But outside church, their spiritual candle burns out fast. Everyone thinks they're doing fine and “o.k.” As long as they give money and sing and pray. They soak in God's word and memorize many verses. You can see their Bible tucked in behind their purses. A sense of excitement stirs each Sunday morning. But many fail to heed God's somber warning. Without holiness, no one shall enter God's throne. If Jesus came today— they'd be left alone. God knows the heart of man is wicked deep within. That's why Jesus said: “YOU MUST be born again.” Be separate from the world's wicked and sinful ways. “Be ready for my coming” is what Jesus says. At God's house, his divine judgement shall start. Live for Jesus NOW—love him with all of your heart. Keep this important thought in mind. If he came now—would you go—or be left behind? By Jim Pemberton


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Overcoming Evil with Goodness

Overcoming Evil With Good...

"Do not be overcome by evil, 
 but overcome evil with good."
This verse from scripture
 is often misunderstood.

Many tend to "get back" at someone 
who's "wronged them."
Whether it be from a stranger... or even a friend.

You cannot fight evil with evil--
this isn't God's plan!
His concept of love and mercy-- you
 need to understand.

Remember  the words Jesus said in the beatitudes.
Perhaps this can stop any 
"revengeful attitudes."

You were called to be holy--
with Godliness in mind.
To be filled with his mercy... 
being gentle and kind.

Rise above whatever evil 
may come your way/
Overcome by doing this with 
God's goodness... today!

Allow the cross of Christ to be
 lifted up in your life.
Allow his spirit to remove all malice,
 bitterness and strife.

A compassionate and loving person 
in you... others will see!
What you do today--will impact your eternity!

An overcomer of evil is often
 difficult to do.
Obey and trust God--
He will see you through!

By Jim Pemberton 
Rom. 12:21


Details | Free verse | |

Fana: The Falling Away of the Falling Away

So much of life
Is like walking a beach all alone;
Where you began is lost in the white distance behind
Where you are headed a mystery as well.

We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles
We gather along the way,
One for the joys
One for the troubles.

Both bags get a little heavier
The further we go.

Mostly it's a long silent walk
With a boundless sea whispering by our side
In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind.

     But here and there we stop
     And turn to gaze out over that sea,
     Fingering pebbles as we do.

     And sometimes, if we're very lucky,
     And we wait and listen long enough,
     The whisperings begin to make sense
     And we become aware that 
     An unseen Someone,
     A special Beloved,
     Has been pacing us all along;
     That we have never been truly alone.

One must be careful not to turn too fast,
To try to see this Beloved,
Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue.

The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself;
Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness,
And we shall see that our silent companion 
Looks exactly like ourselves
As we appear in others' eyes.

And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough,
They will vanish before us
And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes,
And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect.

     If we can do this but once,
     We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea,
     Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us;
     We will understand its language of  song and laughter,
     And disappear into everything joyfully
     To the sound of our own
     Perfect and infinite

     Laughter

As the great whirling dance
Begins again.


Details | Epic | |

The Emperor, and the holy man

The Emperor and the holy man

Once, a long, long time ago
There lived an Emperor
He had conquered half the world
He couldn’t be worshipped more
And everyone within his realm
They done what he did say
For each knew that to disobey him
Could mean his dying day.

One day this Emperor did decide
To sail to India
He’d heard about those holy men
And the tales in him did stir
A lot of curiosity 
He decided he would go
And find one, then bring him back home
He had a need to know.

Romanda was a holy man
He’s deeds were legendary
He never wore no clothes at all
And everyone could see
That he was someone very special
Many had seen his power
And they knew that time with him
Could bring one’s soul to flower

The Emperor sent some men to find
That holy man, did he
He told them bring that Guru back
Deliver him to me
So off they went to do his will
But Romando he refused
He said your man must come to me
Those soldiers were confused!

The Emperor, he was upset 
He found that holy man
He offered him jewels and, and money too
And he did not understand
When our hero turned him down again
He drew his sword on him
It didn’t look good for the holy man
That Emperor looked grim!

Romanda told the Emperor
“My friend, chop off my head
If this is what you’re bound to do
But you won’t kill me dead
I left this body years ago
You cannot kill what’s not
Oh, you may kill this shell I’m in
But that’s not worth a lot.

He said ‘why do you conquer
Don’t you know, it’s a disease?
When you have conquered everything
Will you then be at ease
Put your sword away, my friend
Don’t be so childish now
Know you a man who says he’s great
He really has no power”.

The Emperor was beaten by
A naked, unarmed man
The great man? Stood there foolishly
He did not understand
How this man was unafraid
He’d never glanced within
Great Emperors, they only know
The mind and all its din.

12 September 2013@1835hgrs.


Details | Than-Bauk | |

Feelings

The ultimate sensation and so pure, 
Skips a beat, uncontrollable, yet feels amazing,
Beating simultaneously - an intense magnetism


Details | I do not know? | |

The Master Mind of Numbers

Ever since I have stepped into modernization, I have been pinched with values of the ancestors,
I cannot believe that the inside does not reflect the outside anymore,
When one says he or she has changed and become open minded, 
Is it only to make one feel temporarily pleased or is just to enjoy hurting a person,
Why has age become a factor or an excuse to start a new problem?

Every time a heart skips a beat, the warm sensation takes place, a friendly chat takes place,
Numbers begin to swirl around. The intellectual chat, attraction of like minds,
Or even the rebellious differences stand in a corner against numbers.
Time flies and so does one progress with various experiences. 
Does it matter if you are too old or young to be with someone?

Who gets to judge about numbers?
Nothing occurs very young but takes place during adulthood with mature thinking. 
How should one deal when age becomes a problem to a new relationship?
More or less, does anyone have the right to judge if one is not married at a certain age.
With observation, reading various articles, numbers have created a nuisance in the mind of shallow thinkers in many societies.

When all the feelings are right, then why do numbers go wrong?
Doesn’t sensibility, love, responsibility or even security count or is it overshadowed with age.
Still one may try to let go and filter some thoughts, but how does one filter attraction and passion.
Years have passed by and still the jackpot of excuses concerning numbers have polluted various communities. A spark of hope is still there when faith and true love will attain blessings from the higher self and well-wishers always.


Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World


Details | Ballade | |

The pleasure of the lake

The pleasure of the lake

Each day I charge my batteries
With a stroll down to the lake
It's a must, to walk those wetland trails
It gives the mind a break
From all the turmoil of each day
It's a journey into peace
As those dancing trees that ride the breeze
Give my soul such sweet release.

So many things there, one might see
In those wetland trails I walk
I find there at Lake Joondalup
A place where nature talks
With wild birds everywhere one looks
And frogs, and kangaroos
Little lizards, perhaps a snake
So much there welcomes you.

That such a place could dwell in Perth
This gives me so much pleasure.
Communing each new day with nature
To mne, this be a treasure.
This lake, it reaches out to me
And tells me 'Life is good'
It's such a joy to have this lake
Here in our neighbourhood.

22 September 2013 @ 0640hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Went To Church Last Sunday


I Went To Church Last Sunday… I went to church last Sunday, and much to my surprise. I got up real early. It was just before the sunrise. I wanted to be with others in worship to my Lord. But when I arrived, so many there look so “bored.” When they were singing the songs, some didn’t seem to care. As I looked around, hardly anyone noticed I was there. By the time the people were asked to sing another song. Some greeted the worship leader with just another “yawn.” Did anyone really want to worship Jesus the risen king? Is church a place to simply “get bored with everything?” As the preacher arose to preach his “Sunday sermon best.” “Fill between the lines,” he said… This was to be the “test.” Shortly after the outlines were filled, there was a “closing prayer.” I noticed many of the people were “happy to get out of there!” I thought to myself as I left and walked out the door… “Is this what the true body of Christ meant for?” “Where is the sin-cleansing power of God I’ve heard about?” “Has the power of God in many churches been ‘kicked out?’” I pray that the presence of God will get a hold of our heart. May our worship for Jesus be evident… Right from the start! May our relationship with Christ be very important to us. May we give him our life! Our heart! And our trust! May our love for him not be a “boring Sunday experience.” May we serve HIM daily… Expecting a divine appearance! The Jesus I know is bigger than any denomination might be! And only his blood has the power to set men free! Serving and loving Jesus is an opportunity with living! A life in totally surrender to Christ is what we much be giving! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ballade | |

You've got to love your life

You’ve got to love your life.

I’m drifting through my life
As I climb those rocky trails
The only place I want to be is now
The Spring comes, me just sitting here
As the grass grows by itself
I never did want too much, anyhow.

Can’t worry about your burdens
One has to travel on
The past can’t do no damage, it be gone
And the future, well there’s no one knows
No matter what they do
You cannot stop those hands from moving on.

You’ve got to love your life
That’s the only way to go
There ain’t no going back to what’s been done
Cause life was made for loving
The song you sing is yours
You’re a one off soul, you be the only one.

You have to live your story
No matter where it goes
No matter what the hard knocks you might gain
The road might lead to nowhere
Yet dance it anyhow
When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Free verse | |

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived .
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by .
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared .
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River .

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide .

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there .

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares .  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend .

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | ABC | |

Glimpses of epiphany

Glimpses of epiphany

Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.

And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee

A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene

20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.



For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Ballade | |

It's here at last

It’s here at last

At last the spring is really here
The weather’s warm and sweet
The doves up in the seed trays coo
As so peacefully they eat
The fountain plays a melody
As wispy clouds up in the sky
 They form in me these images
As the morning passes by

Geraniums in their many hues
They shine out in the sun
The dog runs round with rubber bone
He’s having heaps of fun
The mulberry tree is so alive
She loved that winter rain
She knows as she grows her baby shoots
That the rain was not in vain.

The washing hanging on the hoist
Gives out such sweet perfume
One would think the gentle rose
Was close with tender bloom
Mauve hibiscus dances softly
Within the cooling breeze
And all of this portrayed together
It gives my mind such ease.

9 September 2013 @ 1924hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are Church Doors Locked

WHY ARE CHURCH DOORS LOCKED?

I have been a member for many years. I attend when ever I can.  I pray and pay.
I guess, I took it for granted, but not anymore. I must stand up for all that want to know.  For all that need to know. No! I am not a  hero, but I would like to know. 

There was a time in my youth, when it was un-thinkable to lock a church door. Did congress pass a law, while I was sleeping?  Should I call the sheriff?  Why didn’t the pastor tell me?  Does he know? Did he lock the front door, side door, and even the back door? Does God know, the doors at the church are locked?  Saints, we are in big trouble.

Okay! Let’s get serious. Are you trying to keep something locked out? Are you trying to keep something locked in? This could be a sin. There are two individuals in the congregation that I can ask.  They certainly must know answer. After all, their name is Brother Lock and Brother Smith. Yes! The Lock Smith Brothers. 

Now if the Devil is locked up, when I leave church, I’m okay with that. You say, I should not worry about this.  Well! It is now at the top my list. I want to know more. It’s time to stop church crime.  

Dr. "G"


Details | Monoku | |

God

God – what a wonderful word!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cues

My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
 
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
 
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009
.


Details | Lyric | |

Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

For Hildegard

The voice, angelic, sings beyond the sealed door
Draws its tune from Prescences profound,
From Beings not in this world found;
A gift conferred to none before,
As treasures from the Deeps to shore.
Her notes align to build the sound
That enfolds the mystic all around,
That skywards lifts her eyes once more.

Given to God while yet a child,
Hildegard's world was made of faith;
He life a-crowd with visions.
She endured their incandescence wild
Within her head, and proved such wraiths
May make a Heaven of their prisons.


Details | I do not know? | |

Footprints

Footprints
on water
So hard
To see


Details | Monoku | |

Unseen Beginnings

Death is not the end, but a start of new life


Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


Details | Didactic | |

A FORMULA FOR LIFE

life is a mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved
for life as we experience it moves from easy to hard
if you look back to your younger days you will discover
that as you've matured some of the mystery of life has been uncovered
you have come to understand why your parents had all those rules and stipulations
now as an adult dealing with the bills and the kids you understand the complications

If you look at the terrible circumstances happening in the Gulf of Mexico
where the Oil Industry worked without less governmental control
"drill baby drill" is what the Tea party and Republicans ranted about
now facing one of the biggest disasters its at the President whom they now shout
those individuals who wanted less Big Government rules and regulations
are now demanding that Big Government fix this horrible situation

The Bible tells us that we should in God place all of our trust
for He is the omnipotent source that created us
for us not to lean towards our own understanding
but to follow the formula for life that God is commanding

God made a perfect world that humans keeps trying to remake
we've let the sin of greed take us over which results in big mistakes
we need to understand that there is no other force nor any other foundation
that has the power or the fortitude to deal with all of life's situations

The formula for living is to let go and let God
trust in him and allow Him to take control of our minds and hearts
the formula for living is to take to God in prayer
and then let the will of God direct our behavior
we need to profess it and confess it
we need to address it and then let God bless it

So develop a relationship with God and always included Him in the mix
seek His wisdom and wise counsel for there is nothing He can't fix
the formula for living, the formula for life
is before you do anything make sure it's been blessed by the Lord Christ


Details | Quatern | |

A Script To Read Again

This is a script to read again Its wordings are clear- no blunder Each page on its own is a sane It has distinct words to ponder I’m yet to find its replacement This is a script to read again It’s obvious in its endowment A script fit beyond thousand reigns With what I've seen, I've much to gain Those about lives before our own This is a script to read again Can any author beat this Lone? In everything it’s just the star I think its lost can’t be regain It’s the same here and in Dakar This is a script to read again.
28/5/2013


Details | Concrete | |

Confession Chamber

Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.

Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.


Details | Lyric | |

A person I've met before

You are a person i've met before.
The man who stands knocking at my door.
I remember you from my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.

You held the door open as I ran in for shelter from the cold weather & rain.
You are the man I stood next to in line.
You are the man I passed by
I danced as you sang the songs chorus.
I pushed my way through...
the sea of people and stopped next to you.
Amidst the crowd we stood, searching for a way out
I looked around, I glanced in your direction, I looked past you 
I found my way out, I hurried my way through.
I walked away having not met you.

A second glance, I did not take,
unaware that our meeting was fate.

You are a person i've met before,
Sometime ago on a night like tonight,
The air was warm, the stars shining bright
The night that we met,
I danced that night, I danced and danced until the morning light
I sat to lay my feet to rest, you came to me no different from the rest
You asked me for a cigarette.
An open chance to conversate 
knowing this interaction would not lead to a date
We shared thoughts and ideas of similar interests.
such as music and poetry, art and astrology.
At the time I thought nothing of it, a casual meeting of the mind.
Little did I know, I would continue to meet you throughout my lifetime.

You are a person i've met before,
I've read your book of poetry at the local book store.
you write of life, love and family.
You are a person i've met before,
I've seen your paintings, they are hard to ignore
You are the artist I dream of meeting
You are a person i've met before.

You are the man in my dreams, 
Your eyes sparkle and your smile gleams.
I've met you 100 times before,
You are the man who stands knocking at my door.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Day at the Beach

Here I am Running away, Walking at the beach, counting the days, I see the sun, I covered my face. Feeling the wind, I know I can't win in this race. I sat under A tree, feeling the sand with my feet, Oh how I want to be free. These days the problems kept me captive. These shadows of fears seems to be abrasive. I just want to stay, I don't want to leave, It's better in this Island, there are matters you can still believe. Clear waters, Aqua sky, I envy the birds that soar & fly. I want to sing another lullaby, I sat on a swing & a flashback pass by. But in every decision you have to be wise. I don't know why, but to me this is paradise. And now I lay down on the sand, A melody that should be put to an end. And again I wiped my tears, It's because of these unending fears. I am hurt, and I am weak, Then I looked up asking what to seek. Like a little girl I cried, I wanted comfort because I'm tired. Tired of seeing people lying, tired because I'm also hiding. tired of all these unanswered questions. tired of people with their exaggerated opinions. And I don't want to go back, cos I know I'm safe here. But God gave me that courage to fight w/ every fear. Maybe I am confuse now, and maybe not yet satisfied, But my Faith is giving me the assurance I'll have a balanced Life.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me

Jesus Is the Best Thing That Happened to Me! Jesus is the best thing that happened to me! He loves me so much! It’s plain to see! Jesus has provided everything I need, to get tough! If it wasn’t for him… I don’t know what I’d do! Jesus has come, that I might life so abundantly! He’s given me all I need… Most assuredly! He does for me, what nothing in this world, could ever do! And completely understands, everything I go through! He brings his peace, hope and a blessed satisfaction! I can have fellowship with him! A “heavenly interaction!” He can restore what the enemy has stolen and taken away! He brings a true meaning! And has changed me today! I’m very thankful! For all that he’s provided! I’m going to live for him! This has already been decided! Thank you Jesus! My lord and my best friend! You’ve done so much for me! Over and over again! I praise your name! And want you to know… I’ll tell others of your goodness… Wherever I go! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Grandmother Moon

Grandmother Moon cherishes me, 
kisses my forehead with her light. 
She reigns supreme over her kingdom, 
smiling down upon this humble spirit. 

I whisper to her of my dreams, hopes 
prevailing in spite of the odds. 
A tear forms in the corner of my eye 
as I challenge her to answer my prayers. 

I extend my hand, longing to touch her, 
to soak up her ancient wisdom and beauty. 
I can feel her gentle smile, she embraces me, 
bringing me comfort, her radiance guiding. 

She has been witness to the cruelties 
of man, more than I could ever imagine. 
Broken dreams scattered into the night 
her children gather around her, wink at me. 

Nissa, Nissa, I cry out to her. Is all lost? 
Is there no more hope for my people? 
A voice softly answers in my mind, 
there is always a glimmer of hope. 

Grandmother Moon watches over me, 
ruling the tides of my heart, my spirit. 
She is listening to me, tasting my tears, 
caressing the delicate tendrils of my soul.


Details | Free verse | |

Gratefulness

To be absolutely certain To be firmly convicted in principle and belief Is the scariest feeling of all But, like all feelings, it never lasts The conviction stays, but the mind wanders Deep into the zones of ostensible comfort Where it rests merely to frenzy Into the streets of opposition Straight into the absolute wrong But the feeling never lasts It returns to the minute certainty The mind becomes determined in the conviction it has embraced And the best feeling rises above the initial fear: Gratefulness
6-29-13


Details | Ballad | |

A lesson from the Buddha

 A Lesson From the Buddha

The Buddha had been getting round
And listening to the crowd.
He’d often sat there silently
And heard them moan so loud
About their own sad burdens
And all the hurt they’d had.
So he thought up a little plan
That didn’t seem half bad.

He called the crowd together
Said “listen here you guys
I’ve been thinking for a great long while
And I have thought it wise
To grow a special tree for you
And here it lies before you
Now listen well to what I say
I’ll tell you what to do”

He said “this tree before you
It’s to hang your troubles on
Each one of you must go to it
And your troubles will be gone
As you hang them on it’s many branches
Then what you’ll need to do
Is take yourself some others burdens
And make them part of you”

The people thought that this was cool
It seemed a grand old way
To rid themselves of all their burdens
It was a happy day!
As each smiling so broadly
Placed there burdens on the tree
Then they thought for just a while
And they began to see.

As each the truth did hit them
More restless did they get
At least they knew their burdens
So each with no regrets
Did race back to that trouble tree
To grab what they had hung there
The Buddha smiled good humoredly
He had made them all aware.

29 July 2013 @ 1805hrs.


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

Deception

On a silent night
In a kingdom by the sea

Bright moon and star
On dark mindnight sky

Shine silently above
Mermaid’s loud cry

Shallow tears lay
Into depths of hearts

Who seek paradise
In a kingdom by the sea

Where daylight doesn’t reach
Their eyes won’t see

You won’t find peace
There’s no heaven for thee

No sunrise would you witness
Nor sweet Annabel Lee

In a kingdom by the sea
Whoever you may be

No soul breaks free
From sweet Annabel Lee

Whatever drowns remains
In a kingdom by the sea


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 3

He’d had a hard life, with lots of worries and many medical bills to pay
 It all started he said, when his wife became ill, on that sad, spring day in May
 He tried to keep it all together for her, so she wouldn’t have to worry 
She was so sick and frail, then her mind slowly became very blurry
 She hung on for her life, but over time her memory slowly began to fade away
 “It was such a long hard time”, he said, “Then an Angel took her home on a warm July day”
 
My heart was breaking as I pensively sat, listening to him quietly talk
 With tears in our eyes, we sat together, then I asked if we could go for a walk
 “People always pass me by,” he said, “As if I’m not even standing there”
 “You’re the only one,” said he, “Who’s taken the time to even show you care”
 “I don’t want their sorrow or pity”, he said, “Just some friendly care and love”!
 “I lost my wife and my life, when an Angel took her from above”
 “Never a tear in their eyes, or a friendly smile, never offering to lend a hand”
 “What if I was an angel?” he said, “Sent from God and no one lent me their hand”?
 
After we left that cafe on that hot day in September 
I found a tiny emblem of an angel in my jacket pocket Something he must have left for me in order to remember 

Let this be a real good lesson to all of us, as a test of our brotherly love
 You never know if that homeless beggar is an angel sent from above
 I always think this to myself whenever I see a person in need
 “Are they an angel unaware looking to me for a helpful deed”?
 
Stop and listen to the call you hear, the one your heart’s been given
 Help those you see, take up their cross help them while you’re still living
 Whenever passing by someone you see in need, try to let go of your greed
 Stop and heed your heart, give them a hand and do them a helpful deed.
 
 It’s been three weeks now, since I’ve seen Sam standing on that street
 I've been so worried I stopped and asked many others that I meet
 “Has anyone seen that man named Sam, who stands alone on this corner”?
 When no one seemed to know, I asked my friend, that small café owner
 
He told me that he’d seen Sam just the other day
 “It seemed odd”, he said, “But he never even looked my way”
 A couple days later, I happened to read a short story in our local news
 It told of a homeless man named Sam, where they’d found only his clothes and shoes


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Main Matrix

So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?

If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
 
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
 
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
 
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
 
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
 
 
®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Alliteration | |

Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


Details | Tanka | |

Dance for Dionysus

Tanka/ Haiku

Dionysian’s
Drunken Roman Bacchante (1)  footnotes 
God of the Maenads'  (2)
Female appreciation
Tainted murderous servants

Maniacal twist
Hold each- a sensuous kiss
Trained not by hubris
Phalli held in revere
His spirit flows through rapture

Beloved Bacchus
Honors Ancient Helena
Amathia(3) scorns-                  
Succubus eat them alive
Gynarchy apothesized

Bacchanalians' (4)
Hold wild dances- Worship
Drunken honored god
Children and men torn apart
In a sensuous moment

Oh! Oh how we sing!
Dionysus flows his wine
How we rhyme and chime-
Frenzied ****ing in circle
Prove to Him our Miracle

"Your desires speak-
My beloved enchantress
Sweat, dance, Love for Me
Use My phallice, drink My wine-
Worship Me till end of Time"

(Haiku)
Merry speak, Father
As life sprouts forth within spring-
   Priapic flower.

Mythical Treasure
Is the lie of unbelief
Common man’s relief
Under torch in deepest wood
Ladies did dance unrestrained
In religious ecstasy.

1. Bacchante- Greek & Roman Mythology A priestess or female votary of Bacchus

2. Maenads-Greek Mythology A woman member of the orgiastic cult of Dionysus.. A frenzied woman.

3   Amanthia-Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus
 it is roughly wisdom's opposite. It means recklessness, deep ignorance about oneself and the nature of the universe. It leads to 
 excess, impatience.  He irrationally rejects Dionysus and the new religion; his unthinking and uncompromising scorn for popular 
 piety and the new teachings is neither rational nor open-minded. But he is also very young, and his youth in part excuses his crimes

4 Bacchanalian (Myth & Legend / Classical Myth & Legend) (often capital) of or relating to the orgiastic rites associated with Bacchus


Details | Free verse | |

Through the veil

I see you as if reflected
in your dressing table mirrors
or the waters of the old garden pond

You hear me through the echos
or whistling little answers 
things you've not quite placed 
from through the veil
That separates the times of life and death

You see me through the window
In the nature of the robin
Know when I'm around 
through scents you breathe

I leave you little signs
like a solitary pure white feather
Place where you can find it
So you know my love I'm with you
Just a simple little pleasure shows I live

But my dear I wait here for you
As I bless you with my presence
I walk through troubled times right by your side
And I fight the good fight with you in my stride

I see those tears of sadness
When your head is on your pillow
Now that you know I am still with you
Perhaps now you can smile and shine with pride
For you know within your conscience I'm your guide


Details | Ballade | |

The symphony of dawn

The symphony of dawn

Have you ever had a day?
When filled with energy
Your mind just wants to spread delight
And your heart is filled with glee
When your happiness just touches folk
Cause, they can see you glow
Have you ever felt a time?
When only love can flow.

Have you ever had a day?
When the whole world seems to glow
Have you ever watched the dawn?
Or watched the morning show
Have you sat there near a fountain?
And heard the magic sound
As it bubbles out its crystal song
And fills the air around.

Have you watched the morning breeze?
On a soft, sweet summers day
As all the many branches dance
In a lovely kind of way
The sun lends them so many colors
At the hazy birth of morn
Have you felt that morning feeling?
It’s the symphony of dawn.

16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.

 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Personification | |

Why Should I

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Kiss This

<                              master of disguise menacing havoc
                                I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
                                but one illuminates from presents sight
                                tis I carries master key whom ends plight


                               brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
                               for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss 
                               poke and probe away with your woven schemes
                               tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems 


                               your inferno fire from gates of hell
                               diminished by just one shake from this bell
                               so bring on your barriers and good grief's
                               tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep 


                               sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
                               but turning check telling to kiss thy ass




Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Ballade | |

Spreading joy

Spreading joy

I’d like to scream it out
Wake up, and come alive
Smell the air and fall in love
And let your soul survive
You’ve buried it beneath the dust
Of who you think you are
Because you think you be an image
When really you’re ‘the star’.

When you find the truth in you
You’ll know just who you be
And everything will lift you up
And all the mystery 
Will flood into your very being
And life will be so sweet
You might not get enlightened
But you’ll feel more complete

Oh, I could scream and cry
I want to spread the truth
That you only have to look within
Then you’ll have all the proof
So then it will be gone
The fear, and emptiness
And life will be a song of joy
Each day a sweet caress.

15 August 2013 @ 1715hrs.








Details | Haiku | |

The Maple Leaf

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                                          Change comes turning red
                                        Being released floating..wind
                                             Soar glorious heights


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Ballad | |

The sunyassin

As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter



The Sannyasin.

Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.

Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.

Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.

Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool


Details | Alliteration | |

Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


Details | Haiku | |

God's Discipline

God's criticism towards our life 
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace


Details | I do not know? | |

I am...

I am a poet writing of my pain
I am a person living a life of shame
I am your daughter, hiding my depression
I am your sister, striving to make a great impression
I am your friend acting like I'm fine
I am a dreamer, wishing this life, wasn't mine
I am a girl who struggles with suicide
I am a teenager, pushing her tears aside







Side note: (Writing for other ladies out there, not so much myself, so don't worry about me)


Details | Didactic | |

Realm of Reality

Introduction: Life is a mystery with many ups and downs throughout the journey. The
journey filled with thoughts of tranquility and turmoil. But the perfect sensation is the
time when you get to feel closer to your Almighty, the one who understands you the best,
your closest friend, your hope and light, your solution to every problem, The mystery you
came to life to solve and to believe in.
Even in the happiest and the saddest moments, He is always there when you need Him.




Right now I am, thinking what to write
Holding my pen, it’s almost midnight,
I’m truly out of words, to express my whole life,
It’s so absurd, cut all pain through a knife
And I wish I could feel, Your presence in my soul
I know that You know, what I am going through
And I’m not sure I believe, unless I really feel
But I know when You’re not there, so I pray to feel You near

Now I can see, what this life is about
Now I do know, I’m too lost without,
Diamond in the rough, that’s what I was
But now I’m reborn by the shower of Your bliss
I’d die to satisfy, I’d do everything I can,
No matter how tough, after all I’m a man
I won’t fall apart, You’re always in my heart
I’d swim oceans and more, only to be Your friend

This undying grace of Your creation,
Time and space, more than perfection
You’ve opened my eyes and showed me the truth
You’ve blessed peace to my soul; I know what’s my role
I see two key coins, one black and one white
And all I have to join, the one with your light
Life is as it is, we make it our own
Hard or easy, full or alone

Everything grows, as they all involve
With the rose you put down, to show us what’s love
I wake up early, to see Your beauty,
Throughout the morning sun, I feel complete and done,
I drive all the way and see my problems solved,
By Your love from above, I stand still so firm
Everything I do, everywhere I go,
Every moment I breathe, I remind myself of You…my Almighty.


Details | Verse | |

Janus

Come two faced Janus, lie to us
Bring me to your door, and leave me ambiguous
A sane drunk in the roads middle
Between prophecy and history
The present stands on a griddle
Full of rational ambiguity
We are burning now
Who dream of a happy new year
While to the bottle bow
Seeking anesthesia from old despair

Oh, fallacy of a pagan lore,
Jekyll Janus, will you be also door
And prophet? Mask in the dead history
And usurped memory,
The earth will spin and a new year starts
Around the sun again as youth departs.
So usurper of Mars and Venus, faked
Jupiter, how can you begin
Anything that you cannot create? Wake
Not the ire of the true God to such sin

Yet I must bid you come despite
Since your name on the first month hangs so tight
To our meaningless wisdom and days
A subtle ferment of surreptitious praise
January, new month of beginning
How do I, like you, find new meaning
Or fresh faith for fractured flesh
Recovering youth and dreams I fled?
Speak not! my soul in a new dimension thresh
You affirm the truth sealed in my head.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Doors Will Open

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose

Doors will open, doors will close
Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows

Doors will open, doors will close
Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows

Doors will open, doors will close
Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows 

Doors will close, doors will open
Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin 

Doors will close, doors will open  
Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in 

Doors will close, doors will open
Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin 

Doors will close, doors will open
Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting…
Writing’s a success from deep within
That everyone wants to win!! 

Doors will open
Everyone – come on in! 


Details | Sonnet | |

May Day

May 31, 2010


May Day! 

I sprout with a surprise springing forth from me today.
Birds sing such a magnificent most pleasurable praise.
I want to be the one He promised soon He would raise.
I will be celebrated all by myself on that God-given day.
I will stand in His Gracious Glory at His appointed Say.
Yesterday will be but a blurring faded haze, life a craze.
He sets my soul on fire and sets my spirit off in a blaze.
I bet I will buzz like a bee zipping by you each May Day!
It is all in a day just for me to say.
Ta! Da! I’d bet you did not realize!
May Day! May Day! I say let’s play!
Walla! I say May Day’s materialize!

Waiting every May Day is loads of fun,
Unbelievably, May Day is never done!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Sonnet | |

A White Candle

The warped side of the Moon shall fall to 
the ground.
I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond 
your reality.
Most will be wearing garments of 
untapped mortality.
Some of you’ll hear trumpets that are loud 
and sound.
 
More of you will be an embedded trap tied 
and bound.
You best remain in your God given Graced 
originality.
It will be a life or death to hold on to that 
pure vitality.
And for God’s sake don’t partake in the 
lost and found.
 
It is easy to lose your way through the 
deception.
Nothing is ever what it seems unless you 
make it.
So join within yourself become one big 
reception.
And make sure you have a white candle 
always lit.
 
Never lose the light of a white candle as 
the dark side of the Moon falls.
For the light of your white candle is right 
behind darkness and enthralls.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.


Details | Ballade | |

Paying back what I owe

Paying back what I owe.

I guess that some are wondering
Why I’m writing all this stuff
About the man John Sherman
Maybe you’ve had enough
But I owe the man so much
He taught me how to be
A man who lives more in the moment
With a heart and soul that’s free.

I was angry, rude and antisocial
I had no friends at all
No one wanted me around
I’d drive them up the wall
With all  my foolish paranoid
And the hatred deep within
I tried with everything I had
To quell the nasty din.

But then I read Johns message
As I did surf the net
He told me ’do one little act!!’
And I have no regrets
That I did take the mans advice
For look at me today
My happiness is my success
And joy, it is my way.

Now I’m a very loyal man
I must pay back what I owe
John and Carla changed my life
So I want the world to know
I make me no false promises
I just say look and see
It doesn’t cost nothing at all
But it made a brand new me.

13 July 2013 @ 1208hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Three Days of Darkness

The Three Days of Darkness, A Poem

It is true this prophecy 
That the mightiest things of God come in threes
There were three wise men and three sets of gifts
There were at least three apostles that loved to fish
There are three parts to the Almighty Godhead
And 3 days my Father in the tomb lay dead
It is true
He showed me his beautiful face in peace just lying there
It was a most angelic vision that he delivered to me
He wanted me to see the power of the number three 
And that this prophecy is soon to come true
Three days of darkness is surely upon you, he said to me with his gentle voice
Three days of darkness for all of mankind
What will occur during these three days you might ask?
It will be the greatest treasure to the universe
For the Lord God Almighty and his precious Father will walk amongst the earth
They will meet with each and every citizen and give them one final chance
One final chance to see them face to face before the trump shall sound
He will say to his children, I Am the Messiah and I have been found by so many
Won’t you care to join me in my heavenlies?
I am giving you this final chance to make your allegiance to the One True God
It is I, Jesus Christ, that came down from my throne to set all of humanity free
It is I, Jesus Christ, that wants you to know how very sorry I am that the 
enemy
Has wreaked such havoc upon this earth
I am coming soon in the clouds
Be thirsty for me
Much calamity is coming to your earth soon
It is only a matter of moments away
Won’t you please come into my presence this day
I am knocking on the door to your heart 
And I want to make Myself known to all of mankind
I am giving you all one final chance
When you see the 3 days of darkness upon you
Gather your families and sing praises to me
There will be many evil things lurking about in the darkness
Stay in your homes and stay close to me
Claim the blood of Jesus Christ upon your doorposts
Claim the blood of Jesus Christ upon everyone you know
I am the Lamb that was slain for the sins of the world

This is a poem and this is a prophecy
Listen to the words of our Almighty God
He will use any method to get his words out to the masses
Even a lowly person like me
All hail the power of the name of Jesus Christ!

Written by Gwendolen Rix
8-4-14



Details | Lyric | |

Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?


Details | Rhyme | |

A seven letter word

Some call it a path
many say it's fate
few are non-believers
the unfortunate
find out theirs to late

It's unseen to others
a roadmap designed
exclusivley for you
and if read correctly
the signs stay accurate
and forever true

Some unknowingly
alter their map
leading them wrongfully astray
their future
done in...
by some innocent choice
not meant to be chosen
that particular day
those unfortunate souls
follow a blueprint
with pages missing and torn
a journey that wasn't meant to be
is now
their crown of thorns

This seven letter word
has been hated and cursed
cherished and loved
also prayed for
to anyone who will listen
from up above

Now, the night is getting deeper
my thoughts more shallow
i shut my eyes foolishly confident
there will be a tomorrow
but one would have to argue
and eventually agree
that if tomorrow never comes
i would have no choice
but to accept that as my.....
D  E  S  T  I  N  Y


Details | Free verse | |

STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














Details | Light Poetry | |

To Wither and Die Not

Peace surrounds me on this day in May as I let destiny have it's own way I smile down on whom I am made grandly by all my yesterdays I will live again and all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter I am destiny's lost prodigal child, May has been a source of pain for me Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times but not today, the day after yesterday beginning all my tomorrows We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers picking them and hanging them up to dry somehow in making something beautiful we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died We can not always hold onto our flowers some do not fare well to the process of living dry so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring and I pat my body down, I lived through the night yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them , but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower? the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive, none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed, for how can we say nice things about something, we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain, that should always be allowed to grow wilder, to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after
will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!


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Architects of Humanitarian Crises

Copyright © 2008 #03
4/12/2008 // (Edited: 1/22/2013/lp
(a historical glimpse of humanity's rise)

*This poetic epic begins with the
greatest sin against humanity

*This poem is dedicated to all
serving and protecting the
¨Basic Rights of Mankind¨

Once, mankind was forgiven from sin
but continue to embrace it like a trend

After the Flood many nations strolled
some didn´t want true history told

All mankind has got to realize
humanity had been vandalized

A few condemmed HIM to a Cross
and mankind became a hope lost

His testimony was like no other
a promise bonding men as brothers

So, was it hate, shame or pride?
The Shroud of Turin now abide

Something embedded itself into minds
their egos separated mankind thru time

From images of Christ to the Sphinx
mankind altered their faces with ink

Societies increased across the land
but some became marauding bands

Enslaved many to learn their ways
called indentured servants nowadays

Learning finally opened many minds
forbidden to most throughout time

Conquering became a lust
many thought they must

Barbarians embraced warfare
believing in war over prayer

Some journeyed to build
but most decided to steal

Robbing nations precious gold
slaughtering the young, and old
another story that was not told

Saw oppressing others was nice
ensnared some as their sacrifice

Oppression increased in the land
because of the barbarian's plan

Their business began to boom
and corruption shot to the moon

America, land of morality and hope
still someone was signing for dope

Capital´ism made a few very rich
sin and immorality, Islam tried to fix
paganism and Communism a glitch
a conflict to shove Christianity in a ditch

Old governments embraced the Klan
still got history's blood on their hand.

Kept society busy with Santa Claus
knowing its origin is spiritually false

They knew global warming was real
maybe too late, this just sent a chill

Interested learning secrets of the brain
Drug gangs driving societies insane

Kids with little future left in sight
hopes dwindled like the Knight

Then, later came Robin Hood
with good news from the wood

Someone revived human rights
still, some decided not to fight

No need for humantarian crises
diabolical plans rolling the dices

These sinful plans between hands
slaughtering the lambs of the land

We need to fix this mess
before we come to rest

Most of  world history twisted
some are now rying to fix it

For some Nations, it was too late
capital'ism quickly sealed their fate

Africa was a continent very rich
...now realizing it is in a ditch
never should´ve trusted Mitch

I even heard the Rossette Stone
was hidden in someone´s home

The secrets of Giza
painted in Mona Liza

Even the Eyptian Sphinx
tried to give mankind a wink
now hides her missing links

And, the pyramids contained a sacred Key
stolen by those not wanting us to be free

Someone hide Pandora´s Box
with final desination Fort Knox

Even, saw the Bible's Holy Grail
shipped by Fed-Ex Express Mall

Most gold, and precious artifacts
was found stolen, and hijacked

It´s hard for most to understand
they kept us busy with their plan

So, in this life we must cast our vote
moving forward with faith and hope

Those affected have become a scorn
got them hungry from dusk to dawn

World economies causing a recess
ego and pride got us in a big mess

The Middle East became a feast.
I wonder who planned that piece?

They say Mohammed started this fuss.
through history who dare finger Guss?

These differences in world religions
still affecting mankind's decisions

Humanity began in Africa and Irak
but millions destituted in a shack

The Americas to China has similiar pain
but yrants' view them as a social stain

And, there was oil for food
but someone became rude

So, once again East meets West
fighting over another treasure chest

Expenses reaching trillions
recovery costing billions
death in the millions

The greatest gift is charity
why concentrate on disparity?

We need to fix this mess
or earth soon to rest

Mismanagement of world funds
resources available by the tons

The poor and depair need more
still someone's locking the door

Feeling no guilt with pride
and the fortunes they hide

Corruption and terrorism sown
by a few of government´s own

Someone´s selfish plans ahead
have now made us very afraid...
maybe baked or nuked instead

Distitute's nourishment is baked dirt
nothing else or their stomachs hurt

Most of the time with nothing to eat
weeping for a peaceful night sleep

The 3 pathways to Heaven are narrow
selfish can learn from the sparrow.

When the next ATOM splits and divide
some gonna try to run and hide
knowing they deceived many and lied

So, don´t worry about a thing tonight
soon GOD will make things alright

Then, all children will be able to play
The Prince of Peace will come to stay

So, remember before it´s over
they too needed a shoulder

by: LP


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The Source of Being


I was thinking of the soul
 that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place where
 in the mossy ground of a sacred forest
a portal existed 
below the quadrivail of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by a many ages-
the pericopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of a most unbelievable blue .

Precious, orange zircons formed the floor…ligures for holy men’s robes
 a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
 an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
 knowable, only by divine revelations.

And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a  truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.


For Shadow’s Word Challenge


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Beauty in the Beast

Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights,
I could always hear your damning scream.
So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain.
In the still of one of my Moonlit nights,
Entire shadows went completely insane.
It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came.
Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme.
That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem.
That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition.
And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes.
All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction.
He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name.

My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction.
To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain!
That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be.
My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee,
I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add.
His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem.
Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast.

Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast.
Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad,
Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane.

To God Almighty and to you earthly kings,
I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name,
Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness,
So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain.
I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name.
Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.



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Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Churchbell

Bones of rotting timbre mimic 
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor 
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under 
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under 
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful  few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at 
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to 
laugh as they choke.



Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Untitled #342 / "Is there a God?"

“Is there a God?”
There is no god.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Lost Treasure

I found what was lost  
a treasure without the key 
Have I found 
the lost  treasure 
filled with special
guidance
Is there trust stored 
inside I ask in faith 
will the truth
be revealed

Who know 
and can explain 
for I know their 
is a greatest who
can explain 
in trust and honesty 
his perceptions 
is meant' to be clear to us

his visions are meant'
to be percieved 
by us
Letting it ring 
through out the land
in goodness and faith 
as if echoing 
in the shadows' 
of a legacy 

Are we on guard 
for ourselves 
to realize 
and understand some
things worth listening too, 
or that which is right 
in unlocking 
the trust stored inside 
our own lives 

Feeling 
compassion
surrounding desires
felt, inside a heart 
such as mine
A magic flame
ignites me inside, 
giving me the strength 
and a will to survive, 
 
as I fight against 
many struggles 
encountered I ask
in faith will the truth 
be revealed,
for I believe 
in this treasure 
and found what  was lost 
but without the key 
can I unlock the
trust stored inside. 


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Wonders of the World

There are many wonders that cloud the world
Notable among them are the ultimate sevens 
You and I have heard about
(I believe this century is yet to discover
all the world wonders,
and again is not all of these famous sevens
we've all visited.)
These sevens
Form both the broad wonders of the world.

These illustrious sevens are odd havens
That make people world over
Paid homage to each of their host soil.
Day in, day out
People tour around 
These earthy heavens. 

Just like Mecca, Medina and Jerusalem,
The old and new wonders of the world
Serve as assets to their host kingdom.

They make their host land
Famous across the globe.
They garnish their boniface with 
Flying wealth across the land,
And swimming priceless 
Across the unified ocean.



I hope I will not be penalized to have generalized my findings. I 
think writing generally about where I've visited via research is the best.


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Tribute to two wonderful people

My tribute to two wonderful guys

I know I’ve said it all before
But I must tell you again
About a man called John Sherman
Maybe I write in vain
But I must tell the world about
The two guys in my life
Who I’ll put on a pedestal
John and his lovely wife

He don’t come from religion
Nor any beliefs at all
He’s more like a Psychologist
His approach is wonderful
To don’t claim to be a Guru
He’s just a humble man
Yet he will do most anything
To help you if he can.

Once I suffered oh, so much
With anxiety and fear
I hated me, the whole damned world
My head was never clear
My wife was set to leave me
My kids thought me so low
All because of a foolish war
So lonely I did grow.

Then John he showed me just one act
And said ‘That’s it, that’s all!’
And I just listened to the man
Though I am not a fool
And now It’s four years later
And my heart is filled with bliss
There’s nothing could destroy it
That’s just the way it is.

No more the fear of life is here
No more the fear of death
No more that awful greyness
No more I feel bereft
Every day to me right now
Is another brand new day
As life becomes more beautiful
In every kind of way.



I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter


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Breaking Dawn


Of
Divine 
Glory
Pure and Holy
Born 
From above
Child 
Of God
Born 
Of a virgin
Born 
As man
You 
Alone
Bore 
All sorrow
Wiped away
All 
Sin stain
Then gave us –
Your 
Holy Name
The 
SON
Has
 RISEN
And 
Sheds 
His light 
For 
All 
To see
The 
Breaking Dawn


© Brenda V Northeast 28th march 2012


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Through that door

Through that door

As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll  “hear” these blessed birds”.

And those trees did softly rustle 
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning 
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me 
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.

Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.

That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight




Details | I do not know? | |

Rhythmical Energy Beams

Have you ever seen an angel dance?
Platinum wings fluttering in the warm breeze.
Aorta,artery and vein pumping red thick life to the beat of the rhythm of the shining 
light.
Energy now flows.
Angel light spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Touching all, everywhere.
Can you feel the magical angel dust?
Soft like snow,
With its enhancing glow.
You can feel the pulsating motions.
You can smell the angelic presence.
You can visualize it,it is like a dream.
Lucid,silky serene images now surround you.
A feeling of ecstasy!
No,something better...
...it is the dance of the angels.


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On Dying

On Dying.

I was strolling in the sunshine
It was half past afternoon
And I even heard that new born baby cry.
As I carried on, I heard birdsong
That I’d missed my whole life long
Me mind had told me I was bound to die.

But the whisper in my heart said “cool
Look at the positives, you fool”
As he tried so hard to make me understand
That One must open up ones heart  
And see the whole, not just the parts?
It could be ones demise be kind of grand.

For positives have negatives
And negatives have positives
And life may choose to dance with you
With Death in fact enhancing you.

And then those trees did sparkle now
They seemed to glow and gleam somehow
And life seemed like a candy covered dream.
And now I know that every man
Is here to learn to understand
As still I wonder just what all this means.    


Details | Rhyme | |

What If You LOST EVERYTHING



"What If... You Lost Everything?" What if your "luck has all run out?" "No one listens" no matter how loud you shout. What if your life has come to "a dead end road." You've lost everything... Even your car's been towed. What if all you have "suddenly disappeared." As the storms of life have “appeared." What if you got on your knees in prayer. Knowing there's a God who really does care. What if you gave Jesus complete control. Giving him your life, heart and eternal soul. What if Jesus gently wiped away your tears. And his peace calmed all anxiety and fears. What if you realized at this moment in time. Jesus is worth more than a large gold mine. What if he restored that you've lost & all that's been tekan. With him on board... You're never forsaken! An abundant life is that he promised to give. And he will enrich your life each day that you live! By JIm Pemberton


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


Details | Free verse | |

Unforgotten

I've captured you from death's snare,
While others were unaware
No more worrying,
You are unforgotten

You are alive
Others deny it 
Well, I know...
You are unforgotten
In my memory
You are unforgotten 	


Details | Narrative | |

If I Could Fly

If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away my wings would carry me,
My destination not known!
If I could fly, I’d capture all of the Sun’s rays.
Up and away!
What a sight to see with such a grand milestone!
If I could fly, 
I would always look below.
Down and deep!
My eyes focused only on you.
My journey’s still unknown.
If I could fly, I’d stay on top with memories buried to keep.
Down and deep!
What an experience just to fly through!
Such a waste without you!

If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection.
Soaring with pride!
My life achieved.
My destination excluding restrictions!
If I could fly, I’d forever remember this glide.
Soaring with pride!
What a thought to preconceive.
Such bright reflections!
If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away I would go only with you.
My destination remaining incognito!
If I could fly, I’d want to stay up and away!
What an incredible zone just to pass through!
Such a magnificent plateau!
If I could fly, I’d fly only for you!


®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH


Details | Quatrain | |

:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.


Details | Rhyme | |

I was Beautifully And Wonderfully Made

I was beautifully designed and wonderfully made… There’s nothing that God has given to me that I would ever trade! I was fashioned and created by God… With one thing in mind. To be an image of HIM… In a body by his design! He fashioned and formed me with the dust of the ground... He gave me his love. It ‘s all around! Though there are imperfections and “inflictions” within… God is patient and willing to forgive my every sin! Through life… I’ll endure trials, heartache and despair... God is with me... He’s always there! I know that his son, Jesus… Has given me his grace. He has provided for my life… “A resting place…” I’m going to serve this God… Whom I love so much! How I long for his presence… His “special touch…” Thank you God... For a “new” person you’re helping me to be! And may your light continue to shine through people like me! By Jim Pemberton When I'm going through a discouraging time... This poem reminds me of how special that I am to God!


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Sleepily

the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.


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In a hotel room

Eons ago, in a hotel room, I came face to face with doom! Danger did loom There in that dark room! A ghoul seated on a broom Appeared in the bedroom And sprinkled some gloom On my soul, so in need of a bloom! Ready to be my bridegroom Our union to be proclaimed in the ballroom He called out to the groom To have a festive lunchroom! When I found strength to be a boom I called out with my heart's zoom And my Lord removed my gloom By dissipating my cursed brume! Eons ago, in a hotel room I begot a boon, and a re-gloom And my soul began to re-groom For at last, I had found my real room!


Details | Free verse | |

Missing You

I yearn to see the stars twinkle in the midnight sky when I’m with you
I’m waiting faithfully
I’m drowning in the solitude, missing your enthralling company  


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Master Carpenters tree

The impressive mighty trees
Are birthed from such small seed
Drawing resilience from the sun
And earth’s fertile garden bed

Trees wooden trunk has shaped 
And sustained for centuries many in varied ways 
Some over and upon oceans wide
Where waves stroke shapely hulls 
And lull to sleep the hapless venturer 
Trusting in woods durable strength and buoyancy

And from such crafted boughs 
And whispered sounds 
Her meekness and strength is seen and heard 
Like the creaks of grandma’s rocking chair
Where the hapless wanderer was first rocked to sleep

Trees have cradled and rocked in their arms 
High and low of this world
The greatest of these was in a lowly manger 
In an animals crib 
But for this one tree its destiny was marked 
Chosen before time

For on this tree’s wooden shoulders 
It bore God’s greatest gift–
A Holy Child born - Like it- 
For one purpose only – 
To become accursed - on its wooden cross 
To bear the sins of All 
The Holy Son then rose - triumphantly from earth’s fertile soil

Into His Father’s arms


© Brenda V Northeast 11th   March   2012
 


Details | Imagism | |

THE DARK CLOUD

The Dark Cloud



I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

Oblivion.

I

am

the

Meaning

of

Meaning,



Which

is

Nothing!



I

am

contempt

incarnate



I

am

the

self-loathing,

the

wriggling,

The

squirming

of

your



soul



I

am

the

reason

you

are

suffering

Because



I

enjoy

the

show.



I

am

the

Darkness.



I

am

the

Darkness.



I

am

Oblivion.



I

am

the

Meaning

of

Meaning,



Which

is

Nothing!



I

am

the

dropped

eyes

and

fallen

smile

of

your

mother

When

she

realizes

what

a

little,

masturbating

shit

you

really

are!



I am

sickness.

I am

despair.

I am

the

hope

you

hide

behind,

Strangled in thin air.



I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

the

Darkness.

I

am

Oblivion.

I

am

the

Meaning

of

Meaning,



Which

is

Nothing!



You

are

the

particle,

I

am

the

physics



You

think

you

matter?

I

Am

the

Matter,

Dark Matter!

I

am

where

all

energy

goes.



Entropy

is

my

mistress

and

I fuck her every day!

I

am

Where

you

come

from.

Where

everything

comes

from.



I

am

what

comes

to

you

all.



I

am

where

you

go

when

you

don’t

really

know,



When

you

can’t

recall



Who

you

are

anymore.



I am

the Darkness.

I am

the Darkness.

I am

Oblivion.

I am

the meaning

of Meaning,

Which is

Nothing!



Stop

talking

now.



Stop

thinking

now.



Stop

loving and living and dying.

Come with me now.

Come with me now.

Come with me now.

There’s no denying what you already know,

What

you’ve known

all along.



I am the Darkness.

I am the Darkness.

I am Oblivion.

I am the meaning of Meaning,

Which is Nothing!



There’s

no

You.

There never was.

It

was

always

Me.

You

are just a trick of the lights that I own.



You

are

nothing,

You

are

the

Nothing

You

are

me

You

belong

to

Me.



Now

come

quietly

now,

Come

take

my

hand,

now.

Out of the darkness,

Out of the darkness,

Out of the darkness,

Where you belonged.

Out of oblivion,

Out of the meaning of Meaning, 

Out of the darkness, into your light

And come

home.


Details | Narrative | |

Your Angel

I am your angel, daddy's little girl.
I know I haven't been my best in cold, shallow world.
But I listen to you most of the time, your lessons and such; and when I don't listen, I suffer 
very much.
You don't give me signs when I'm going the right way.
So How can I make you proud of me?
I know I've done so wrong by not just following you; suffering pointlessly.
Either way I love you Father, with my everything.
I am your angel, will I ever earn my wings.

written in 2005


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Innocent Perfection Of Vibes Across The Telephone Line

Innocent Perfection Of Vibes Across The Telephone Line A stranger call’s familiar voice familiar tone How do I amend for such a tone? Sinecure as a ghost to father past question remain have we met before? So the question that I a post do you believe, in coincidence or do you belief in fate So I decide to chat with her a minute to find out what her truth agenda was- As we would speak more and more we would start and finish one another sentence’s And time with in time we would speak of the exact words in between sentences, a rare a currency Indeed Solomon tears do applied to form but I what it to pause and ask her, sure You don’t have the wrong number what a coincidence that I was nineteen all on my on, and As I beginning to fall to sleep the telephone had begun to ring. Maybe it was fate As when I did decide to get a phone to get long distance as well, it looking in deeper. Only a fool would be dumb Found it to Hang up on such a soothing tone. As she kept the conversation with in an hour about her son that got Injury in College sports that happen to be part Cherokee same as me All I kept thinking is when did I register to vote? Soul channeling bed chancing we seem to be on a different plane, Maybe it’s me or maybe it is us if god put us together surely the heaven would rumple, A vibe this strong could surely deceive the devil, (hat trick) Ghost handle of a ring barrel of a magnificent figure of mist of sure air of breeze seen such vibes across The Telephone line chills ran up and down my body standing strain hair up to freeze saying to myself what a Wonderful innocent of perfection to make an acquaintance still hook on the fact it was coincidence as She Apologize for speaking so long and thank me for being a great listener- Two and half years later time well spend in the hood that felt more like prison and trust me I’m from the Projects Like Ice cream milk and cream please and what I was told if I could make it in That hood I could make it in any giving hood giving the repetition of My city – It may have been fate as the whole project was rebuild spiritually and finance by the state And I had move into an apartment complex as I was told could go for a 1,000 in upstate; fate or coincidence as this familiar voice would call again but this time different name And she what it to sell me a product and what me to be partners in a company and water who could Market water and profit and, Idea Chesire to believe, but those that did belief proceed and say once again I said to myself when did I get money all and all six year later I was and looking to relocation the phone rings again instead of Asking Was this coincidence or fate? First thing came to mind was “Some One Clue Me In”- I figure out whom this Anonymous person was But when I say who in the world gives gift cards for cable all away from west Coast to “City That I’m From” saying to myself, is it still a recession? Was this fate? I had a place to live or did I have a Guardian Angel? Question after Question Miss and serve me- Will I ever get pay for my endeavors and read a quote that said “no good deed goes unpunished” And phone ring once more- To The look in A man’s eyes never lies asking once more Was This Fate Or Coincidence- And the last words that came to mind before the college basketball finals game came on was Captivating and Memorizing-


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PI - Inspired by the movie

THREE year olds know about circles. They play
ring around the rosy and here we go round
the mulberry bush. And if one should say 
that in reality nowhere is found
a perfect circle, they either don’t hear
or won’t buy it.  Yet.  Another year
or so they’ll eat the awful truth and then
conventional wisdom will slip right in
to its proper place and babyish why
will give way to unexamined lives. Sin
preached from pulpits at preschool shrouds PI.

POINT to the red stop circle. Here’s the way
to walk safely: keep one foot on the ground
at all times.  Slowly and steadily. Stay
between the lines and never let the sound
of  critical thinking distract your ear
from the sound of my voice. I love you, dear.
Trust me to tell you what you need know when
you need to know it.  I tell you, I’ve been
granted credentials. Listen to me, I
pledge allegiances, comfort and even
wealth.  Conformity’s requirements stifle PI.

ONE damp March morn, buzzards circled the gray
expanse of four-laned wasteland where a hound
dog had foolishly chased a dove away
from any sign of obedience. Mound
after mound of petrified organs.  Clear
chords rang out. But the harsh grind of the gear
of  market driven semis hauling men
and their pimp wares of lies told by vermin
with disposable fantasies rolled by 
and outscreamed the prelude of peace. The end
justifies. Wall Street domesticates PI.

FOUR the fourth time, circle in ink to play
lucky numbers. Fortune cookies abound
with their scratch off oracles of big pay
and tight buns and white cuspids.  Wrap-around
leather skirts lust for more time and sincere
pleas for help get downsized. Year after year,
oblivious to the tipping of win
or lose scales to the right and left to grin
and bear it. Occasional urge to cry
‘til imbalance seems natural. If your skin
crawls take medicine. Addictions cloud PI.

ONE nation under God circles to sway
one lord one faith one baptism?   Joshua downed
Jericho and Truman blessed Enola Gay
to drop her horrid load  Does it astound
anyone anymore?  Or has the fear
of death obscured sacred tidings of cheer 
and replaced them with slick prayers to low men
in high places?   Hallelujahs in thin
screechy voices.  Who will dare to ask why?
Blind patriotism and religion
unsupported by spirit torture PI.

AND SO ON TO INFINITY. Again
and again and again.  There’s never been
an end or even a pattern.  We fly
around in circles, unaware. But when
we wake, we will come face to face with PI.

~~~~~~~~~~

the capitalized first words in each stanza when taken together are pi


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Sometimes

Sometimes there is silence,
Sometimes there are words,
Sometimes there is meaning,
Sometimes it's absurd.
Sometimes you are near me,
Sometimes you are far,
Sometimes there is darkness,
Sometimes guided by a star.
Sometimes we are up and 
Sometimes we are down,
Sometimes we are slaves,
That wear a holy crown.
Sometimes we are arrogant,
Sometimes we are proud,
Sometimes we are someone,
Lost in the faceless crowd.
Sometimes we are rich and 
Sometimes we are poor,
Sometimes we are angels,
Scratching at the door.
Sometimes I'm living and 
Sometimes I am dead,
Sometimes there is no thoughts
Turning in my head.
Sometimes looking forwards,
Sometimes looking back,
The circle still unbroken,
The train still on the track.
Sometimes we are caught and
Sometimes we are free,
But we always come back praying,
Under this olive tree.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Seraphs Hibernal Wasteland

She peers at captivation
Moon swindling her frore heartbeat
Beams tearing the soul outward
She stands firm with ground

Wings sprout out, after ice thaws 
Whispering desolation
Whirls around her and she cuts 
The emotion out

Forgive her please, if you will,
For she only spreads her wings 
For those who can captivate
As well as this moon

_________________________

For: Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dream Weaver's contest "Dodoitsu Darkness"
By: Tim 09/19/11


Details | Couplet | |

Hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion

Kids are playing with strange blue graffiti
So, they wrote several times: ”Neffertiti” …

And drew the most beautiful queen`s head.
The whole history of Egypt written in red, 

With sacred hieroglyphs unknown by Champollion:
The Pharaons` destiny dandles a dewy dandelion…


Details | Sonnet | |

Celestial Mother

Once great always great I say to you.
Upside down or right side up you be.
Once upon a time and a time once was she.
Gathering the universe and shining a Star or two.
 
Then one day She shot down to Earth out of the blue.
She gathered Her crops and made circles wide and free.
She made them so big the whole of the world could see.
She took the Stars the Sun and Moon making them new.
 
She shined talents never quite seen.
Amazing and sparkling from up above,
She is the smartest thing ever so keen.
She is abundant in spreading Her love.
 
She is our Celestial Mother in Heaven,
Separated by the empty shells of leaven!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Rhyme | |

Self Made Demise

Is it really hard to understand 
I am just looking for a man
One that sees the world like me
Offers his heart humblely
I will cherish and protect 
Give back to him what I get
Hoping its not just me
Drifting in this lonely sea
Been floating out here for years and years
Fighting not to drown in my own tears
This ocean I find myself drifting in 
Was created from unintentional sin
My eyes cried this reflecting pool
Due to all the times I played the fool
Will I ever feel the ground again 
Or does a boat come pull me in
Save me from my self made demise
See the sun through cloudy skies
May the warmth come cure my pain 
Stop these eyes that pour like rain


Details | Free verse | |

Today Time Stood Still

Today time stood still, I could see existence in its clearest form. A vibe of coldness and silence, yet peaceful and reassuring, you could almost imagine it to be the same feeling of initial death. 

The curse of knowledge and intelligence is you know too much. Sometimes that ignorant bliss seems attractive, but even if given the choice I would not go back, as the more I learned the more i seeked. 

I pray for humanity and the will of the people, the story draws close to the end and with hope I watch . . . in the end good will always prevail, Amen


Details | Lyric | |

The Burnt Book

Before glass windows sea
Before see-through eyes dust
Before love could blossom ashes
Arisen from the waves of trust


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Free verse | |

The Simple Truth

All Mighty One
The Beginning and the End
Alfa and Omega

Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness 
love and light so pure and free
my cornerstone of strength and hope
for you, I fall to my knees

The darling of heaven once crucified 
you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul
a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life
I call to you in good times of prosperity 
and I ask that you might sustain this life
I cry out to you in times of trial
knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul

My precious Jesus, son of God almighty 
I surrender to thee
I praise only you
forge and mold me oh' sweet Father
for I believe
yes
I believe



Details | Lyric | |

Fate or Fiction

Is this fate or fiction....
the aesthetics of your love is a marvelous depiction
I am having a love seizure or is your love an affliction
Is this fate or fiction? 

It must fate, our paths have crossed our spirits soar just right 
you calm and sweet and never like to fight...
bring security and confidence in such a delightful way..
the expressions of your thoughts blows my mind away
Is the fate or fiction?

It takes courage to find out which one would be the exemption.. fate or fiction? 
when you have been hurt by an ex's restrictions
but the aesthetics of your love has become my addiction.
No Fiction this is Fate. 


Details | Lyric | |

The Candle's Flame

One burning candle,
One lighting flame
In the middle of the dark
This flame became
The hope and strength,
The width the length
The only light
Shining bright
In the middle of the night
Like a lonely star in the sky
Like a lonely drop of rain falling by,

Desolation,
A SENSATION of fear,
 A sensation of broken tears,
A timorous heart living a hopeless hour
With no power,
With just one flame of light
Shining really bright
In the middle of the night.

Alone the flaming candle stands
Holding no hands
feeble and weak
Its sweat starts to leak
The wind blows
The tremble shows
The fear echoes
Nothing is lending a hand
The darkness is giving commands
Then, Slowly, slowly the flame would fade away
Keeping no trace
And the darkness takes place.

Can’t see the life 
Just feeling the strife
Darkness stabbed the only hopeful light
With an invisible knife
Each one alone
Alive in the dark
Looking at the sky
Seeing a spark....











Details | Free verse | |

evil?

I don't know who I am, I do only what I can
I close my eyes for one second, just to escape reality
Why do you show me such a sore mentality?
Your ill-mannered, ungrateful, comments getting monotonous 
I can hold my ears, but ignoring you is very strenuous 
I open my eyes from my dream, it seemed so real
I want to go back, my dream will heal
Your voice burning in my brain,
Sticking, like a shirt with a stain
You I cannot get rid of, i wish you vanish
Your heart, your soul, all will perish


Details | Rhyme | |

Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Light Poetry | |

Female Santa clause

She wakes this morning
Got along day ahead
She’s making sandwiches 
Hot soup and garlic bread

She love to feed the homeless
She sees on the street
She will drive around the city
To give them something to eat

She goes to the hospital
She love to helps the elderly
She always volunteers 
To keep them company

And to save the animals
She campaigns tirelessly
And she will never stop
Till they are all free

She goes to the orphanage
She love to make the children smile
She runs for cancer charity
In the New York 10 k mile

She protest to stop the wars
And to free Palestine
She doesn't like religions
To control people minds 

They cutting down the rain forest
She would love to stop it now
She goes to the Amazon
And stand in front of the plow

She would loves to stop genocide
She loves to give donations
She would love to stop poverty
From every nations

She fights for the hopeless
To end their misery
And against all the oil spills
That kills fishes in the sea

She stands for human rights
Against so many countries 
She loves to save humanity
And to spread equality

And she love to tell me 
Of all the wonderful things she does
She is just an angel
And a female Santa clause 

And I love to hear her talk
Of all she would love to do
And I know she wouldn't stop
Till they all come true


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


Details | Ballad | |

The forest of grief

The forest of grief:

At night I can hear the pain filled screams coming from the forest of grief. Longing, despair, and terror seeps in from the thick tree line into my bedroom window.

Their inhuman wails send chills down the nap of my neck rendering me unable to move. 

“What horrible events accrued inside this desolate place?”

No vegetation, growth, or life exist.
Only the suffering from distant pasts.
Time itself seems to be halted by the walls of the dense forest that shelter its ghostly inhabitants.

“Do they know death?
Do they know of the life they once led or can they even hear their own horror filled cries?

I do, I feel every heart breaking emotion as I lay in wait for dawn to break.”

There is no rest for them or me, the lonely women who tends the forest of grief.


Details | Free verse | |

The mask we wear

It is that of a man’s heart to which he follows.
But that of the lord our God that guides our steps.
It is the beauty we find in one another.
As I have found this in you.
It is there we seek our true lives as we strive.
That of our soul to which cries out for love.
It is life’s trials to which make us stronger.
But our hearts we defy as we suffer.
It’s there we die inside from the rejections.
Not just love but the life we have to live.
It’s that of the people we try to impress.
Only to find out we are far different in life.
But it is there we lose ourselves to.
As each one put themselves higher then others.
We are all equal in the sight of God.
Why can we not be equal on the face of the earth?
Why does each man think they have to be vain?
Especially when we all bleed the color red from our veins.
It is in this life we only live once.
Why can I not be me instead of someone dictating for me?
It’s because each person wants to control us and what we do.
Instead of worrying about themselves and what they do.
It is there I fight for freedom and rights I have in this life.
As I stand as a rebel, alone in this life.
But it is there I am strong and without blemish you see.
Because I have the greatest gift of all.
And that is God is here with me.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Make Believe

In a corner our eyes did meet.
But I was sitting on the mercy seat.
 
I looked you over once or twice.
I even rolled the domino dice.
 
A shadow appeared before me.
At that time I was a make believe.
 
When the shadow left a light appeared,
Time stopped and distance neared.
 
I traveled afar and my journey never ends.
Backwards or forwards eternity it sends.
 
In another lifetime perhaps was I.
Deluded and misled asking why.
 
But no more I say honestly to you.
Another make believe will never do.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Golden Fertility of the Harvest

He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under  
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes 

He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility 
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes 
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly 
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)  
 
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow  
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin  
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show 
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him 
 
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage 
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor 
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses  
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core 

He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons  
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself  
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze  
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell


Details | Free verse | |

Me My soulmate

I , i in a blue sea
In the sea i am flying
Sometimes on sky i am swimming 
Down on earth i am in dark 
In a cave i am searching for light 
In the noise i am searching for silence 
Then i go to forest 
Under a tree i find myself 
I look in my eyes , the eyes which are full of fear
I look at my lips with a smile.
I touch my face 
When i touch my face 
Suddenly i feel a hand on my shoulder 
When i turn around, its an other me standing infront of me
When i see my eyes , in my eyes i see strength 
But in my hands i see blood
When i see the blood
Everything fade in black
I am on sky with a white wolf staring at me
In wolf's eyes i find myself 
I follow the wolf
Everything fade in white
I find myself in a room 
I am on my bed nothing around
So calm it is 
I am too alone
I thought it was a dream
But when i look at my hands
I find the blood 
In my dream i met the reality
I met different faces of me..
The reality which i am hiding inside
Hiding me, me as my soulmate...


Details | Verse | |

Eye Hath Not Seen

They say our vision is clear
Just how clear is it?
Where is He?


Details | I do not know? | |

-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...

Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light, 
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...


Details | Rhyme | |

HE Is The Sollution To Every Problem Worry And Heartache


In the midst of this world’s chaos and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! Many people have tried all different kinds of things. Not realizing the consequences this often brings… I’m going to say something. This I shall confess… Without God in our lives. Everything is one big mess! Have you thought about what history does unfold? The many wars, famines, and deaths untold? One just can read the book of Revelation. This world’s going to go through a great tribulation! Our hope isn’t in world government. Or chasing a “U.F.O…” It’s only in Jesus... The redeemer of our soul! If heaven is a place would you’d like to be… Think about where you’d like to spend your eternity… With Christ in your life… You can’t go wrong. In his sheltering arms… Is where you belong! Jesus… Who created this earth and everything within… Can wash you clean…. And take away your sin! All of creation cries out and proclaims… The beauty and majesty of his awesome name! He is the solution to the way you’re livin.’! Why not accept him today… And be FORGIVEN! By Jim Pemberton 02/17/11


Details | Ode | |

Pyramid-Maker

From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
Beyond Technology
Architectural prophecy
Geometrical philosophy
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Repose

Jo Davis


When your heart’s been broken
Or your spirit’s feeling low
And you’re looking for direction
a place where you can go
Remember that~ although the pace
may at often time seem slow 
Your faith will be your shelter
a place where you can grow
Don’t hide behind the shadow
of another’s dream,
for while you seek the river
they may be searching for a stream
So if the day looks cloudy,
the sun, not in your sight
What may seem your darkest hour,
is just a still and restful night.


Details | Verse | |

A Simple Grace

This world can look like an evil place;
Where a man is judged by money, colour or race.
When a child is broken by a ‘human being’
Yet the judge decides the evidence ‘not worth seeing’

This world can sound like we’re knocking on hell’s gate
Innocence like venison, on the guilty man’s plate
This world can feel like a kind of hell
All who hurt have a story to tell
But this world is still a beautiful place,
To those who have nothing - yet still say grace


Details | I do not know? | |

The Real Reason

I was so above you
And it was very clear to see
But I came to give you my heart
sacrificing all I had 
Just for shot at love
we started off so strong 
I actually thought it was you were worth it
We had a lot in common 
So it made easy for us to talk
We were going so good
But caught in the act 
You said you and I did not make sense
But I must admit I was glad It was over

Now the real reason I gained back my life
And You just lost best thing in your life
Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy


Details | Verse | |

Joy Through Suffering

______________ In this trial of lessons fared for wisdom aquire though pain lay near with a tear a spirit rejoice for through thy storm blue sky appear ___________________________ A Solitary Sonnetist Contest


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Rhythm Of Life

Joanna Davis

The' jingle, jangle', of life’s bustling pace
is filled with concords of the human race.
Towards and ending that’s yet to unfold, 
for the next generation our story is old

The tour we embark on, each step we take,
is forever deciding the choices we make
The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive 
Will all play a part in how well we survive.

If you listen carefully to every sound,
you’ll flow with the music, not stumble around
When in tune with beat, each step you take,
Becomes part of life’s rhythm, make no mistake 


Details | Free verse | |

CROSSING THAT BRIDGE

Clouds dividing hands, between heaven
And earth,
Crossing that bridge of spiritual
Enlightenment.
Imaginations child of thought exists,
In a realm of creativity, beyond light
And dark.
A creature of solitude, seeking
 Sanctuary’s calming waters.
But bound, shackled to the shore,
Of humanities earthly form.
Unable to shed flesh from bone, 
The thinkers mind does wonder forth.
 Dreaming of a paradise beyond
Threshold of understanding.
To walk towards a glistening passage
Way of light.
And find Nirvana on the other side.
A dreaming vision quest of discovery,
Enhancing the human experience.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





Details | Personification | |

A Special Place

Places! 
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!

Places! 
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!


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Ode | |

Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


Details | Rhyme | |

On many things

It was a voice in my head
A whisper in my ear
A sound I've come to dread
A thing I've come to fear
It was the look in its eyes
On a face whiter than snow
Seeing through all my lies
Uncovering that I do not show
It was the power in its stare
Showing what I don't want to see
Saying your time is near
And you can neither hide nor flee
It was the words it said
Creeping into me in a whisper
Telling me that she is dead
Telling me I know I'll miss her
It was what it forced me to see
Things I've hidden away with denial
Things I said I'd never be
For which I'll surely stand on trial
It is what I will become
A thrall of the shadow
Death's own son
Libera nos a malo!!!
It is what I feel
Black bleak sadness
Pain I wish wasn't real
Driving me to the brink of madness
It is what I stand for
My prerogative
The urge to always be more
My reason to live


Details | Verse | |

The Moth

Through tomes of strange mythology
   Floats music sweetened by the gods;
And secrets wrapped in mystery
   Dance daringly where knowledge nods.

My very soul I'd gladly sell
   (Were there a devil in a hell)
To learn the truths within that tune --
   But tiny wings can't touch the moon.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


Details | Quatern | |

Mercy shown in delight

Dark days were foreseen Events turned out mean No more was I serene As on the rim do I lean! The cause, the loss of my pen My favourite, gifted by my Beloved Shall I bear with such a stand? Existence itself seemed recurved! Blessed thought I be to be though When a tap I heard on my window A little dove it was, with my pen in its beak Delighted, I felt my heart getting weak! Dark days turned golden Must be the Mercy of Urizen A little dove turned invisible After acting as his rightful disciple! My Beloved shall not be sad Fate did not allow me to be bad To write eternal verses I shall, Of his love, care and enthrall!


Details | Free verse | |

The crystal ball

The crystal ball is placed on a pedestal
shows the immediate future. 
I saw two faces in it.
One face was happy with tears in his eyes and
one face was sad with shine in his eyes.
The crystal ball is broken. 
How many years is it unfortunate?


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Romanian Hunger

Lamb well roasted with wine : tears...
New potatoes red;
Savory grave,dill gravy
Green salad wears;
Forgive us...
God !...


Details | Free verse | |

love 9

Caught on the unever grounds of submission
With a never ending option of segression
Talking about the differences of evil and good
Walking among man learning as I should

Memories of ancient Egypt and it's wood
Vibrent obcarities at the mention of your name
Violent observations and from with they came
Fighting over rotted ruins and pegs for a game

Carring over obsecurities of a famous dame
Locked into eternitiy left on what remains


Details | Rhyme | |

Awesome

I Am, two simple words beyond infinity

Before the beginning and after the end, totality

Existing near and far and everywhere inbetween

But to His children, He allows Himself to be seen


Details | Lyric | |

The soft whisper

Looking at me

Deep in me I feel a soft whisper
It seems to be beckoning me
I glimpse it, but it don’t ever linger
It just gives me these glimpses endlessly
Yet always I know that it be with me
I have known it since that time eternity
And I know I’ll keep on looking
Forever, and forever
For that sweet little whisper of me

There is nothing can be said about it
Every explanation will be wrong
Cause words they have no power to convey it
Though often it is felt within a song
I know that I’ll be doing it forever
I’ll always be looking at me
I don’t need to ask the questions
Just have to look, that’s all
Keep asking ‘Am I her so endlessly.

I’m looking, I’m looking, hey, I’m looking
There is no way to stop this carry on
It seems that I’ll be looking
Looking, looking, looking
It’s the only way to bid the fear ‘be gone!’

I swear to you I cannot understand it
And yet this fact don’t bother me at all
I just keep looking like a mad man
I don’t care If, I’m wise or just a fool
‘Am I here, am I here’ I keep on saying
And always with this question I will be
I’m going to look, and look, and keep looking
Every day you’ll find me looking at me.

Another dedication to John Sherman..


Details | Lyric | |

The book of my soul

“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof but canst 
not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth.” John ch 3. vs 8.

In a plain bound book
I tattoo white paper in blue
Then wrap myself in this shaman’s cloak
To fly with the eagle to a sky renewed.

I sing words salvaged from the press
In the intervals of Te Deum,
Stolen from its church,
Sung so only its melancholy shines.

Pärt turned to church and tradition
Amidst a century of horror,
And I turn to these conjured spirits
In a world polluted by podcast trash.

Inwardly, I turn – not without question.
The simplest words are sewn with elaborate doubt.
But into the image of inwardness
I dive deeper, and there find reasons to go on.

In the mandalas, strange mazes, of this book
I encircle, tame, and then hold fast
The sound of the blowing wind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Are We Trying to Remove God From Everything


 UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”

In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.

It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”

We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself?  We seem to close our minds!

In many of our lives,  we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!

The words, “In God we trust...”  Our money bears it!
Anything of God?  We’re afraid to share it!

It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!

As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!

A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!

Out only hope is in God!  And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!

To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Free verse | |

Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Desensitized!
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!


Details | Free verse | |

The Daydream Meadow

There is a meadow
Where Wildflowers bloom
A small brook flows through it
There one's heart stays in tune

As a child one's spirit
Returns to freedom running, skip, jump
Pick the Wildflowers 
Rest at will or lie down

A tree grows there
Which has fruit of any kind
Just reach up and touch__
Pick_which flavor or color appeal

There's always time to play
Relax stay for a day
This magical place of childhood
Where I go many times to stay


Details | Free verse | |

The heavens declare

The heavens declare God’s glory

As the body without the spirit is dead
So too the moon is dead 
It has no light of its own
Without the light of the sun 
She cannot shine and give light
In the darkness

So too as the sun rises
In newness each day
So too shall the moon
Rise in newness of light
Reflecting the Glory
Of The SUN/SON 

Like a whirling dancer
The heavens swirl
And sway dressed 
In her skirt of stars 
To the lyrical rhythm
The musical beat 
Of The word of life

© Brenda V Northeast 21/ 01/ 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

Life Is a Risk, Take It...

In this life you're on the top
You're trying not to fall
But you're afraid that time would stop
Then no one could hear your call
Life is a big balloon that will end by a pop
But you have to hold on no matter what
Even if your sweat drops...


Details | I do not know? | |

Questions

Touched

A soft breeze tickles my senses
Like cotton candy triggering sweetness 
Am I touched by another world
Where love embraces my emptiness
Far away from worldly matters
Three dimensional or not
Questions arise and provoke the critics
Yet Science is proof of what?


Details | Rhyme | |

Moonsignor

In the mystic air of a warm summer night.
The clouds disperse to show us God's majestic sight.
It feels like God himself when I look at the moon.
In his infinite time table, he whispers soon.

His presence shines into my soul.
And lets me know that I am whole.
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For Moonsignor's mighty multitude.

Reality always slowly sets in.
As Moonsignor's light shines on all our sin.
But Jesus gentle forgiving love.
Let's me know, someday I'll rise above.

It's like church service in the sky's.
As that beautiful light shines in my eyes.
Reminding me that we are not alone.
It's the truest sign of spirit I have ever known.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Imagine

Imagine 
Looking with eyes 
All events, everything 
From a viewpoint  
A perspective that sees all 
The broadest spectrum 
On a universal scale 
Natural, black and white, 
If there was a finite 
Amount of energy existing  
In the womb that is space 
Without the influence of fictitious forces 
The universe is static, 
But if gravity was rather antimatter 
Drawing upon and absorbing matter 
Producing energy as it does, 
Energy and material are interchangeable  
With no deviation from the constant 0 
Everything seems to cancel out in the end 
But time is relative 
From a universal perspective 
There is no starting point and no end 
To a cyclical event, 
Matter and antimatter exploding Into 
Existence, then snuffing each other out 
Would I be wrong of the conclusion  
In stating god is energy? 
We are in Gods image 
Not as humans, 
But all life...


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Mortal Breath

The final mortal breath, his love and kiss,
So familiar in an unknown word,
He waits in shadows at the great abyss,
The moment when all can be clearly heard,
He brings certainty to end all of this.

Here or there, no matter where we may roam,
He is the endless veil, the last good night,
He is the laughter as earthy as loam,
His the power that claims the final rite,
Gwynn Ap Nudd escorts our souls safely home.





Form: Sicilian Quintains


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TRUE BLUE OF THE DEEP

....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.


Details | I do not know? | |

True Love--- On-Line Brings Blessings of Everlasting Harmony

God's Great plans all this time
Male and Female made to be of wholesomeness kind
As the two of you growing up in different places
Finding both had been singled out Among faces

Godly innocence of purity
Ridiculed of Morals and Standards
By.. Now a day.. people of unbelief
Both committed to God stand strong virtually

Thou…  both Knowing someday God will provide
That special someone… A mate
To Always to be by your side
Patience, virtues all rest a sure..  Godly ways

Awaiting each day God has given
Male and female for Christian liven
Made two of a kind.. Into Righteousness
In the Now a days… World tis such a mess

Just like… time… way back when
Noah… built the ark… it was not pretend…
God made pure.. Male and Female.. two of kind
He had His reasons.. thou people were blind

One day… both had desires in their hearts
Seek and find Another who’d be.. Right for thee
Then out of the blue..  In God's timing.. Tis True
Found each other on line… Love that’s Pure

Bringing two pure hearts together
To Pray.. Bible studies everyday
For God made a way.. for you two to meet
Great Plans awaits.. Serenity so sweet

For Godly… Love that’s True
God Plans for Pure Love all this time between you two
Awaiting..  True Loves’ first kiss at the alter
Knowing.. together in Holy Matrimony shall not falter

God’s Great Blessings for you both
Of Commends to carry Christian Family liven
God given between the two of you
Everlasting Harmony
                       Give Praise’s Always to God Almighty.. Jesus Christ Our King!

God Blessings of my Children
Dedication to both of you
as God Wills.. you found each other.. 
on-line.. married within 17 days..
God Meant for them to be together
Tis bringing them into Holy Matrimony
 Married and still are Sweetly beholding 
True Love.. Blessings of Everlasting Harmony..


Details | Tetractys | |

Crafted Eagerness

You make me wonder,
with much merry eagerness
How can you craft such majestic, 
poetic verses, pricked by simple words meaningful to my heart?

Your gift of explaining yourself so uniquely is appreciated by me
How can you craft such words with poetic passion
In meaningful words, typed with eagerness?
You make me wonder 

 


Details | Free verse | |

The Unknown Legacy of Christ

When they all walked away
and he was dieing that day
he never stopped believing
he never doubted

maybe i was there beside him
hung on my own cross left to die
without a crown of thorns
without a spear in my side

maybe i was a follower
a family member
someone from a past life
haunted by visions and memories
that i know are true but aren't mine
lies they tell me
stigmatism of truth
mirrors of deception
confusions of everything
but i watched
we talked

he told me more than everything
it was the kings he gave him his power i sometimes think
because he never said
sacrifice me to god
so i can become one
it was the monarchy who hunted him down for vengeance and fame
he never said
i want to be sacrificed to mankind
it was the royalty who said
he has died for your sins
of your conspiracies against me
now let it go

and as they all walked away
from the games they had played
from their riots and fame
of the kings paranoia and noblemen house fires and stolen sheep
Jesus said a few things to me
things no one ever heard
things of truth no one would ever know
i was there
and i watched for his soul to climb the stairway to heaven
waited for him to crawl off that cross

and all of the kings men 
and all of the kings children and wives
were born again

maybe i was there
hanging on my own cross
eavesdropping
on a conversation between two saints
and i had done something minor wrong
but i am today haunted
with the truth of yesterday
and this lie
i cannot explain


Details | Lyric | |

Death Meets Love

I got trapped in the dark 
the cancer creeps closer towards my heart 
I cant stand the pain that starts

they put a needle in me 
my heart stops beating 
I cant hear my thoughts or what im feeling

everything seems cluttered 
I stand here in a daze 
but your face starts to fade

I start to loose my feeling 
my hands are numb and my toes wont budge
my brain stops working 
little flakes peel off my heart

my heart turns gray 
I cant wait to fly away
in the light I shall go 

somewhere else but my home
where pain meets pleasure and death meets love


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Encompassed in Memory

Cool mountain streams reflect the cobalt blues and greys of sky 		   
Restful twilight with stars scattered as if on a canvas 		   
Fire cloaks the curve of the earth and golden fish swim nearby 		   
Weeping willows in the field sway to an urgent sadness 		   
The gushing wind that stirs etches the land, channels through boundless time 		   
The carved thrust of a mountain range, maybe the Andes 		   
Will challenge the forever yielding sky, vast as the horizon 		   
Where rain batters the window and mists as far as we can see 		   
It is a warm evening in a pub in Ireland 		   
As the songs hover around us, I know this is what it is like to be free


Details | Free verse | |

Falling up!!!

Soul ascending
freeing
weightless thoughts
lifted shoulders
eyes to nowhere
searching 
plunging its way to abandonment.....
sounds whisper
light 
sight unrestored
cautious heart....
Flaming bird
sweeping.....


Details | Rhyme | |

Living In The Last Days



Living In The Last Days…

I believe that according to what
 God’s word says…
We are living in “the last days!”

People often call good… Evil  
 And evil…  Good.
Too often God’s truth is misunderstood!

Many turn God’s truth into corruptible lies…
And do what’s pleasing to their own eyes!

Many just seem to fail to understand…
The darkness that covers much of our land!

Many desire affection from “others features.”
But have become sin-filled “fallen creatures!”

Our days are very short and we 
don’t have many!
Will anyone live for Jesus?  
Are there ANY?

The truth of God’s word must be our source!
It will help us to overcome sin’s “evil force!”

God’s power is awesome and is presence so real!
Behold the God of Abraham. Jacob and Israel!

He is our only hope and our true redemption!
Today can be the day of your salvation!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

A Decision Of Silence

Those who savour do know well the taste, 
The rest may form but the images abstract; 
Unsubstantial eyes penetrate deep into realities, 
But the carnal look with superficial glance. 
Spent I time pondering over the baffling puzzle, 
Whom He created the Master Scheme for? 

One morn, at last at the hour of dawn, 
The curtains were raised, the gallery swung, 
The door opened wide to show the reality. 

Ah! What incredible I did find to see, 
Since then my mind burns, my heart smoulders, 
To capture the fleeting vision again. 
The nourishing celestial taste of experience, 
My mind, my eyes my heart did undergo, 
The organs of wisdom can not explain. 
The words symbols suffice not to impart, 
The festive taste relished by the inner being. 

A huge mirror of brilliance hanging down, 
In vacancy, extended from the south to the west, 
I viewed glistening with stillness of dazzling glare, 
Brighter than hundreds of moons if gathered; 
Emerged then slowly in the shining surface, 
Half portrait of the Masterpiece, the Beautiful, 
With magnificence adequate to the starved yes, 
But thousands of times more prominent, 
Than the brightening ground of exhibition. 

Beheld I the Redeemer, the Pivot of creation, 
Wearing turban green with no end lurking on the sides, 
Trimmed beard, neither too long nor too short, 
Seemed as if the vanished hands laboured hard, 
To adorn the Matchless with the regal splendour. 

Cold flashes emitting out from the countenance, 
Dazzled the force of frail seeing eyes; 
The spectrum seemed a true manifestation, 
Of the Being who from far behind reflected, 
In the enormous screen stretched in front. 
The mystery was revealed, but I should keep silence, 
For when “Yes” and “No” both are the ruinous extremes, 
Silence is the moderate route to survive.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love between two Hearts

Beholds two…
Together 
with such a love 
that’s so rare…
Sharing, caring and always… 
being there
desiring within 
Two hearts binding…
Each other’s Love… 
shall never part…

They not just 
intertwine… 
With love 
of human kind…
But their spirits too… 
Overflowing 
Loving endless 
and True

As they two
Praise God first 
and everything they do…
God Blesses 
their Love… 
to be 
ever so True…

Melodies 
of passion 
they both behold
Within dreams 
of many dreams
Their love 
between each other… 
shall never grow cold…

Within their hearts… 
zealous Love unfolds…
Together forever
Here on earth…  
Sharing their Lives
of Love's Treasures

As well 
with-in time… 
Eternal birth…


    ~Sweet - Sweet Love of True-kind~ 
   ~Praise's be to God for Blessings for Two Hearts~


Details | Free verse | |

First Breath after Death

I used to live, within a dream
a small cog in the consumer machine
materialism dazzled, with an intriguing gleam
I wanted so much, I nearly burst at the seam.

Then I awakened a voice inside
which promised to take me on a much greater ride
I wasn't sad....when the old me, he died
It was with joy not sorrow, I sat there and cried.

A second chance, I'm born again
alleviation of all of that pain
I've been cleansed, by a conscious rain
which opened the Pineal bit of brain.

I felt alive, but I acted dead
I took little notice of anything said,
Now, I find my own truths instead
spoken by a voice inside my own head.

The transition was mightily fast
27years changed, after one night had passed
I never knew I was only flying at half mast
thinkin' I was winnin' but really comin' last!

But truth's not heard
if you walk with the herd
can't fly freely, or soar like a bird
if you believe, every single damn word.

The message which now flows through me
is filled with a positive and sacred Divinity.

I swam the sea of despair, as if it wasn't even there
I crossed the abyss of wisdom, on a shaky rope bridge
I sipped from the fountain of knowledge
and I drank it dry, I now feel really high
why don't you give it a try? Kiss that old life goodbye,
Life's so much better, after you die!!


A poem by John-Ovan.P.Hull to be entered in the Coming of Age poetry contest.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


Details | I do not know? | |

Love is the Key to All Victory

Love is the Key
To All Victory
Never let go
For Love is 
inside of thee

Love is the Key
That brings 
Magic in air
Of Sweetness Treasure
tis found everywhere

Even Love
Between 
two hearts
Within this Life

Love is the Key
Offered tis be
Be a True Friend
To someone 

True Friendship 
bares no end 
Priceless Treasures
Beyond measures

Love is the Key
God gave to us all
Through Jesus
We can obtain

God's Divine Grace
Unconditional Love
Always the same
Love is sustained

Love is the Key
For All Life’s 
Sweet Mystery’s
Braced with a kiss..
A rose... given

A heart that glows
Full of Passion within
Moments Bliss

Born within Eternal Flame
Love of Truth Unconditional
Search your heart
Where does Love lay
with you???

Come let Love grow Within… 
Come to Jesus
Behold God's Glorious Love


Details | Blank verse | |

Light by Maze

The lucid maze
Figures on to fathom
The broad pillars plied
With wisdom and there
Weep

They little know
The Pain that's there
That gave the light
And took the
Shame

To have seen
And not to know
Do they really 
Understand my Father's
Rain?

He takes to give
And we call him
A thief...!!
Only those who hold on
Weep

They gain who give
Who know His rain and
Losing all in lucid maze
The light
Win!

















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Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
 
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
 
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
 
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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"Love"

Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed
A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed.
Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please.....
Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease?

Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway?
You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away.
That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat?
All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at.

Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self;
I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf.
We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try,
Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied.

I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom;
It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man
lives on the moon


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The Darkness Falls

I was running through the darkness 
through the pain and the sadness
I emptied my worried mind
and I never looked behind
voices whispered in my ear
they were quiet and not that clear
I ran and never stopped 
and the tears in my eyes dropped
then I spotted a flower 
that stood and sparkled like a tower
it filled me with all the strength and power
and I felt each passing second like a passing hour

this flower gave me hope and faith
and it made me love life and forget hate
I asked myself if what i'm seeing was right
or am I dreaming about the flower that is white
I hope I'm not 
because this white flower is all I've got
and if I was
in my heart this white flower will always take a spot 


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Can it

Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.


I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light 
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.


How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.


Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.


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My Friend The Piano

You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth	


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Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


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When the tables have turned

                                        The sky touches the ground. 

                                       The poorest wears the crown. 


                        The worlds richest, now begging for heavenly riches.
                                        
                                    What and who is glorified on earth,

                                         but not glorified in heaven.


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Joseph Sleeps

heart's at peace no longer fears for Mary bearing God’s Son – Joseph sleeps ~*~
* * * * * * * * * * * Note: #13 of 24 Monokus reflecting the holy season of Christmas! * * * * * * * * * * *


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Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


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After death tonight

Live your life or die tonight
This is it, or is that right
Is there a life beyond my original sight
Until it comes, forever I’ll fight
Ruminating if I’ll see the light
Or another life after death tonight 


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God's Love Brings Me Happness

What God’s done for me… Is hard to explain it. When it comes to his love… I can’t “contain it!” The love he brings and the peace untold… Is very precious. And worth more than gold! Without him in my life… What would I do? He brings new meaning to the words; “I LOVE YOU!” Just to know him and the beauty there is in his name… He brings to me comfort and joy... This is why he came! I'll accept his gift of eternal life today! And allow his presence to brighten my day! A relationship with him is his divine will… To the storms of my life… He speaks; “peace be still!” As I allow him to make my life complete within… A beautiful relationship with him begins! He is my God! My provider! And so much more! He’s here right now. What am I waiting for??? By Jim Pemberton


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Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


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The True Meaning of Christmas

The True Meaning of Christmas During this Christmas, let’s celebrate Christ’ birth. It was for all of us that he came down to earth. As we think about Bethlehem and the baby boy… We shout glad tidings to all! And peace and joy! This young child was to one day touch all of mankind. His message of salvation… Today… You can find! As we celebrate and fill up with holiday cheer… This same Jesus is alive today… And is always here! Though 2000 years ago, he was born in a manger... You can know him NOW! He doesn’t have to be a “stranger.” Won’t you spend some time and reflect on Christmas’ true meaning? It’s in the merciful arms of Jesus that you need to be leaning! The good news of Christmas can certainly be found… Across this nation. Every city… And town! This same Christ can bring peace to your life today! He loves you much more than words can say! May HIS love bring peace and healing to your weary soul… It’s only in him, that you can be complete and whole!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Gods smile

The new moon
Of Eid-ul-fitr
Is like God’s smile!


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Three

------------------------

cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.

---------------------------

Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot

-------------------------

Running for their skin,
civilised sugar paper , 
for response alone.

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Swallow Your Pride

You were born with some sort of gift
Just remember this, my child,
Swallow the pride that takes away
Humbleness 

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Tell your foes, if you have some, swallow your pride
Don't be afraid of their actions
Be in tune with God...He'll get you through this living
and He'll send immediate help on the way
because you've been gentle, patient, and courteous towards people's 
emotional trials and dangerous tests
You have been healed by the Most High

Swallow your pride, woman full of spiritual life...
You are now a bride of humbleness

You are a gifted human being 
You have grown a connection with God
He welcomes you to His understanding, loving family
He reminds you to never let go of humbleness 

Remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

They'll never understand 
What the reward is for
Humbleness 

Don't lack humbleness
Lack pride and practice
Patience before 
Humbleness 

Men of dishonor, remain humble 
Love your enemies...tell them to
Swallow their pride 

Swallow your pride, you devious fools of shame!

Pleasure-seeking women, swallow your pride...
You are now a bride of humbleness


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2012

In the month of December,
On the twenty first day,
Of the year twenty twelve,
We begin a new day,
With a new way of thinking,
Comes a new way of life,
With this shift of perception,
Comes a world void of strife,
To obtain divine conscience,
One must conquer all fears,
Learn to balance their virtues,
To a point that is clear,
If we visualize beauty,
Love, truth and respect,
In our lives we will prosper,
That’s the karmic effect,
One mustn't dwell on the past,
Mustn't bother with ego,
Mustn't dwell on such questions,
As, in death where do we go?
Just let life take its’ course,
As it comes drift along,
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter how right or wrong!

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Releasing Void

Empty
Lost
Vacant in a light-year moment 


This poem is void 
Along with our self-esteem

This yielding emotion needs shine 
Will we ever rise with you in merry delight?
You're not here with us, so I'm hopeless we'll ever do fine  
 
Our hopes shattered and now I have stars without light


Frightful
Confused
Startled by your
Senseless removal
It has been written in approval


These words doesn't exist in your heart  
For our feelings are merely a piece of junk

Do you hear our disjunked plea or are you too focused on your greed? 

You left us broken and envied-- you dried up our family seed! 
We've been trying to nourish our family... but it only drowned us in distressed emotion
But I'll still try to remain true to my devotion 


Frenzied
Jumbled
Bewildered by your action of
Mindless removal 
That has been written by your approval


Are you willing to listen
Or are you going to turn down our voices?

You're always available to come home to apoligize-- we'll heed to your plea
Do you wish to have a void 
Seperating our once jubilent family?
It's very unclear in your pointless decision; the thought of it is too hard to avoid  


Disoriented
Doomed
Disenchanted by your action of
Heartless removal 
That has been agreed by your approval 


Please put a restraining order to the void that shaped  
Nonsensical lines
Please help me with my unstable life, for I haven't escaped
From these appalling signs


Even if you turn down our dissaproval, we'll remain
Faithful
Complete
Strengthened

Are your stars burning with hope?


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One

There is a certain serene peace in One One is the completion of our entire exsistence If
you will accept it, we are One!!!!   One is as broad as it is deep and as deep as it is
wide. In One......there is nothing to hide, there are no limits.   There is ...nothing
under the sun that is not a part of One and the fullness thereof makes One complete.   One
life, One love, One hope, One faith, the greatest of these being love. The two shall
become one, the One shall not be two. This is truly hidden wisdom.   One vision, one
voice, one dream, one interpretation. The end of time, the fulfillment of days.   There is
only one day. Today is that day!!!   One day is like a thousand years, and a thousand
years, One day.   One breath to breathe, one soul within. Only One purpose that brings to
perfection One human race. This is the Holy One.   There is only One existence. There is
only One creation. There is only One destination.   The key is to understand the power in
the fullness on One.


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Here Without You

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Waiting impatiently 
to face some inspiration given by God
Over the driver and I 

By the way you shrivel up in anger, 
I'm not ready to cross through the trampled street
Trampling over the infected cycle...unprepared to face reality's misfortune 
Swimming in its ungrateful punishment

Settling in my sorrow state...shaping my way away from ignorant fate
You lie in scrumptious desires, supposedly independent in your heart-seeking choices
To burn the aches and rashes for all the times you fooled us...took us for granite 
What do you have left to diminish?
To accomplish?

Here without you is like refusing an outspoken crowd, applauding in satisfaction
Ruining the family's reputation...flustering the gas station 
Jaded by your defiant outbursts

Holding up my clutched fists in shame
Holding back tears that reck a moment's peace

This betrayal...not deserving a name

You were passing near us, snickering and cursing our form...our completive family
You wish for scrumptious desires...shaping your heart in frightening lies that strike the innocence of your presence

All the years seem to leave us behind
Settling in the resistible past 
Passing our unachieved, future goals
Poverty splattering us in shapeless love 

Rummaging mad as a furious bear in danger of unyielding snares 

Are we on time to reach the morning train?
And start our life in a new cycle 
This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Here without you is competitive, but affordable and fair
We aren't crushed against your passionate glares

Here without you is an unhappy environment 
Too caught up in unbearable suffocation and useless bafflement 

Here without you 
Paints me a realization that life isn't easy
It displaces the settling railroad
Taken away by the midnight train's calamity 

Come home... face your fears and embarrassment 
Get away from the monstrous zoo, snatching away impressing love 
Help repair this tear between the whole family with our handyman
Giving it time to grow stable and secure

This family barely has anything to gain 
You aren't even offering us any advice...same be for you,
Pleasure-seeking mother

Good riddance


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Homeward Bound

I can’t wait for the day I’m home,
But where is home?

Is it a past memory of childhood of the family sitting around the living room watching the TV with a takeaway on a Saturday night?

Or is it the future that’s yet to be created, a family of your own and a new place to call home?

Maybe it’s a feeling one of love and joy the kind you first created playing as a young boy?

But I believe it is not just one of the above, but them all in twined into a magical feeling, one of wonder and belief.

It is to complex for us to understand now but trust me my friends, when your home . . . you’ll know.  


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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How I Long For--

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my 
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--

Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a 
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--

Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing 
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--

Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--

Eye is twinkling...praying for 
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--

My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me

YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!

How I long for Your mercy...


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save me not

living or dying
time is bout to tell
breathing now thriving
heaven or hell

times ticking
dreams fading
hearts weakening
soul hesitating

life has drained me
the crawling, the climbing
oh Lord save me
my soul is hending

is dawn breaking
please awake me
is this the ending
please, dont, fortake me




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WHO Can You Really Trust

Who Can You Really Trust? During these days of stress and uncertainty. Many people are looking for a security. There’s a lot of families that feel forsaken. Many things they hold as precious, have been taken. Many lives end in suicide after much despair. Often wondering if there’s anyone who cares.. Many trust the government. Wherever it leads. Trusting someone to come and meet their needs. Those whom we count on as being our friend. Will often “let us down,” in the end! Things and people that we have given our trust. Have often left us behind, in the dust. There’s someone you can trust and count on! His name is Jesus! He’s one that you can depend on! He’s more secure than the gold at Fort Knox! He waits at your heart’s door and patiently knocks. Won’t you invite him in? And begin to trust him? Won’t you give him your heart ? And love him? He’s 100% faithful and steadfast and secure. His living water is one hundred percent pure! He is what you need. And so much more! He is what your life was really meant for! Trusting God can be yours and mine! Won’t you trust him? While there’s still time? By Jim Pemberton


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Visible Breath

Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking
The breath leaves my body unseen
But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place.
I notice all I think all I feel.
Right there on the window before me.
To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both.
A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold"
To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time.
I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart.
I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window.
My hand reaches pauses  oh so this is what you look like.
Oh if it was so easy to be done.
The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly.
What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist.
Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch?
welcome to the world for all to see.
Hidden by the sun most of the time.
My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you.
But at peace I am.
I know now what I did not before.
Your not invisable your their in my breath.
Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me.
And all I have to do is breath.
And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window


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On Life, Death and Rebirth

We arrive,
Then depart,
But do we then return to start?


Details | Free verse | |

Lionman, Do What You Can

My dear my dear
You are so special
Your iron will
Becomes hard as metal
Your soft temperament
Could not break an egg
Keep your monsters sealed up
Not allowed to dominate your head

Rome fell down
In what seems like a night
Heaven seems like hell
Except for it light
Except for your might
You are sound as a lion
If no tears are falling
How are you still crying
Inside, your dying inside
Intentions so bleak
They're shadowed by pride
If you can't do no wrong
You always right
Even if you don't realize

Drop the weight of the world
From your burly shoulders
The load you should carry
Should not keel you over
The deeds and the actions
Shall speak for themselves
If you do it alone
You won't ask for help

Mighty lion man 
Feeding on the sheeple
Even if it's steep
Or piercing like a needle
A stare is a snare
And now I'm trapped in it
Like the mighty lion
The sky holds no limit
For the glory I'm storing
For the right day to come
So I may ascend as a lion
Into heaven
With the one
I am to become


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LIFES TESTS

Fight after fight, challenge after challenge, test after test. 
While were in this life it will never stop, its inevitable, like the sun rising day after day.

I feel weaker with every hit, yet ironically stronger too?

I could be deemed as miserable or always looking at the negative, but without the bad we cannot appreciate the good and pretending everything is okay does not make the bad go away and does not serve any purpose. We must embrace all this life throws at us in ode to grow in body and in mind.

Hit after hit yet I still stand with my head held hi, a presence surrounds me as if it was sent from the sky, my head may be bloody an my body beat an bruised, but something inside me still shines and grows everyday for darkness cannot shine in light but the smallest of lights shines in the darkness. 


Details | Ballad | |

LIKE AN ANGEL

LIKE AN ANGEL …………………angels…they really do exist…….. 






Looking into your eyes, 
I could see your undying love, 
Your wonderful smile brimming me up in joy, 
I just want to know, what makes you come back, 
To fill my soul with life and joy, 
You make me wonder of my soulless existence. 



Like an angel, you cast your spell upon me, 
Leaving me caught up in my memories. 
Your faith in me makes me to carry on 
To transcend over the horizon, 


You placed your hand upon my empty soul, 
You brought me back to life, 
Making my dreams real, 
Looking towards the sky, I could see your fragnant smile 

Like an angel, you rid me of my perils, 
You caress my soul as if I were your own, 
Dressed in white, you shine your light upon me, 
Helping me to wake from my soulless dream 


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Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




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jill in jeans

I noticed just the other day
when I turned my blue jeans inside out,
a curious little grin in my
penny pocket.
Just a happenstance left
on the whim of a Friday morning
on the 5th.

Left for such a time as today
when
my inseam is too short,
my soles are too tall,
your voice is still and small
and
my soul is numb, after all.

I fall into your heart on the page
and know
       that soon there will be a time ...


love you Hansen.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Memory

Memories flood across my heart Memories from which I can't part Memories I cherish Memories I wish Would become my Reality After I finish With my Subtlety And my Mystery In this Illusory Yet, Sensory, World, full of Fancy!


Details | Rhyme | |

I Was Thinking Just The Other Day


I was thinking about something just the other day. I was at a loss for the "right words to say." I was thinking about a time "way back when." That day I became born again. A zeal for Jesus that I once had. Excitement in my life, a heart so glad. A passion for Christ overwhelmed my soul. I loved Jesus-for he had made me whole. I've forgotten things that I once knew. Reading God's word- I no longer do. What has happened to me? I'm so ashamed! I'm an embarrassment to Jesus' holy name. So, dear Jesus, my knees I humbly bow. Please change my life... I need you now! By your word, transform me deep within. I confess to you my backsliding sin. I re-commit my life NOW-Yes I do! And by your love, I'm made BRAND NEW! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Lyric | |

Pain and Joy

Pain is not commensurate,
There is just no way to measure it.
One may feel it ,know it, seemingly drown in it.
It can be annoying or in the way.
It may be physical and laced with fears,
May last a time and a day...
in the heart and soul or between the ears.
There is just no way to measure it.
To the lonely, pain may even be a friend,
A treasure beyond measure,
To be lovingly offered for good in the end.

Joy. Joy is not commensurate,
There is just no way to measure it.
...Or ..is there .. ?






Inspired by the following "Definition of JOY" according to my Pastor friend.
"Joy is not the absence of pain,.. it is the presence of God."


Details | I do not know? | |

Beautiful and Priceless

As God Made You to be
For You can not 
do anything without God
For God does all things...

God Made You Unique
Beautiful and Priceless
You are made by Him
You are made for Him
You are made for His Glory

God made you just the way you are
You are made Unique
You are Not a mistake
You are Priceless.. Precious

God Made You for Purpose
You have a Purpose
For Christ...

Ask Jesus what Your Purpose is
For God has a Plans for You...

God Loves You just the way He made You...
Beautiful and Priceless
Before time began

You were in God's thoughts and plans
Come to Jesus
become Born-again
Obtain God's Glorious Love 
Grace without end... 



Details | Rhyme | |

The Road Of LIfe You've Taken


During the road of life 
 you’ve taken…
Do you feel alone and forsaken?

Are the choices you made
“way back when...”
Causing you trouble once again?

Are the “bumps” on the road,
Creating a mess?,
Are you’re under a lot of 
worry and stress?

Through Jesus Christ…
you can overcome!
By his shed blood—
the victory has been won!

Hardship and difficulty will
 no longer prevail.
When on God’s wings of love…
you begin to sail!

With God’s grace working 
in your life…
This will give you victory over
uncertainty and strife!

You’ll have a peace and
 a blessed assurance…
Taking your journey with Jesus
 is the BEST INSURANCE!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Remember

Can you remember?
It wasn't long ago.
Do you still feel it?
Can you hear their voices?
It's important that they know.
I was where they are,
and in ways still am,
but His grace I discovered,
and now am compelled
to tell them all,
but even more than that,
to show them His great mercy.
That's the place I dwell,
the place I live,
the place I belong.


Details | Lyric | |

It is better to dare than hide

"Shall I hold back my hand
    from the rose,
        because of the thorn?"
But the carpet is red
    that bears the feet of them
        that have trodden down the grapes;
Laid before those
    who held not back from life
         because of death! ...
It is better to dare than hide!


Details | Sonnet | |

Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
 
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
 
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
 
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

BE STILL

The angst that fills my seeking heart,
Revealed to me a missing part.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’m looking for the perfect way
But it has slipped by me today.
Novels read gave not the right
Answer that I need tonight.

Nor in the airwaves, did I hear
Any revelations clear.
Not in a stream or bubbling brook,
It must be where I failed to look.

Among the traffic, I’ve not found
Worthy words that are profound.
Pay-per-view gave no reply
Leaving me to wonder why.

The stress of what I’m going through
Prevents my knowing what to do.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’ve looked beyond and far below,
Finding only what I know.
The angst remains with me, no doubt.
Resolution, alas, gives out!

Exhausted by my busy quest,
This hopeless heart decides to rest.
When, in my silent spirit heard
A soothing, but prophetic, word.

The sound was slight, a stealthy sleuth
Whispered, “John, Eight Thirty Two.
And once you see the perfect WAY,
Read Forty Six Ten, in Psalm today!”


Details | Rhyme | |

Does Anyone Pray Anymore

Does Anyone Pray Anymore??? Many times I wonder if anyone cares… When it comes to the matter of prayer. As we daily face an evil and wicked tide. It seems like many people “run and hide.” A “moment of silence,” is “today’s theme.” But, does this silence really mean anything? When it comes to prayer… Are many ashamed? To bow their head and call on God’s name? More and more this is, what I’m seeing. Blessings from God… Fewer are receiving! Talking with God… You needn’t be afraid! There’s been a lot people who’ve prayed! During these uncertain time we all face. We need to seek God’s love, mercy and grace! Having time with God, is a good place to start. Simply tell him… Whatever’s on your heart! Praying to God will bless you! In all you endeavor! God is the same God… Today and forever! His faithfulness and love, will never disappoint you! Won’t you allow him to wrap his arms around you? By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Journey To Unknown

journey to unknown
guided by the shining truth,
paradise awaits


Details | Prose Poetry | |

For this instant of time

For this very instant of time
I held reality within my hand
I read the meaning beneath the eyes
And just began to understand

So many feelings are still mysterious
For this very instant of time
Yet motionless I know. I'm not alone
The boundary is crusty, still not define

In this humanity just passing through
Another branch in the tree line
For this very instant of time
I hope my clouds will live as blue

And when the heart of life will forever pause
I'll still remember love so kind
In position of prayer on knees I crash
For this very instant of time
From this very instant of time!


Details | Haiku | |

Best Friend

God is my soul’s soul,
God is in my brightest thought,
God is my best friend!


Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


Details | Sonnet | |

A Will

The birds fly free up in the sky.
Why oh why can it not be me?
Why can’t I just soar and be.
Why can’t I fly above so high?
 
My spirit guides me as I sigh.
My soul wills me to be free.
Where is this highest decree?
This is why I hear doves cry.
 
I open a seal,
Carry a smile.
All is so real.
I last a mile.
 
Inside of me there is a will.
This is why I can’t sit still.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Free verse | |

Gentle as the moon

Who is this?
That calls me from my latent apathy.
Why is this good?
rescuing heart from lovers atrophy.

My desperate mewling 
reached further than a shout.
Stumbling toe scraping limp
took me further, packed more clout.

I was lied to.
Thinking that you're bottomless ration,
could be earned,
could be bought with acts of compassion.

I was indulging in hurt,
abiding in poetic romantic pain.
I was thrashing around
bellowing at nothing,
needing to blame.


Why is this love for me?
when I was wasting all my energy
on a treadmill run.
Who is this?
That holds me light;
gentle as the moon,
source of the sun.


Details | Free verse | |

Not Angry - Just saying

Just saying

You tell me not to work

on the Sabbath

but it's OK to play football 

 

You tell me to keep

the ten commandments

yet you read the bible whilst you're

driving to church

 

You tell me what to pray for

and how to have music ready for rehearsal

yet you don't bring yours

but that is different

 

You tell me God only created

Adam and Eve as two people

and no one else 

but that is as ridiculous as

the big bang theory


Details | Lyric | |

MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


Details | Rengay | |

Chess Pieces

Imagine, if we were but pawns on a board
in a game that God and His friends all played.
Life, as we know it, just wouldn’t be the same.
Then revelations would never be made.
He would carefully move us from square to square
not knowing what move would come next.
We would move as directed during the game
or else life would be bitter and vexed.
But, alas, this is how it already is
where God controls with His hand.
Destiny is set, He will win.
It is written and it is planned.
So, whenever unsure of what to do next
remember, you’re held in His hand.
Go with the flow, trust in the Lord!
It is written! It is planned!


Details | Free verse | |

Reality of Mortality

Each cock that crows in the morning
mourns the death of dusk.
The silent sunrise reminds sages of the 
reality of human mortality.
Thirsty, mother-earth drinks the teardrops 
from the soiled skies;
ever hungry, the garden feasts on  feeble leaves
from trees in autumn;s wake.
Each new moment dances with radiant rays,
only to be nailed on a nocturnal cross
when shadows betides. 
Every being with blood and breath 
entered a pact with vanity before birth;
Human existence is a sacred script 
scribed with an invisible ink...
writing nothing on something.

The reality of yesterday 
cannot rid today of its obscurity,
uncertainty sweetly sleeps in the 
womb of... time to come,
time and chance melt into memories,
memories that roam in the human mind.
Years, months and days distil
into sweet and sorry stories.

Moments is what life offers us 
on a platter of preference:
a time to live and a time to leave 
this world of wealth and want;
seasons stop by to sigh-- 
weather whispers words of wisdom.
we are who we are; the earth 
exists in spaces and stratas.
The sinking sand on which we stand
is willing and waiting,
it will take nothing from us 
but that which we cannot afford:
Nothing but the dignified dust that we are.

I know two mindless weights
that make all things equal:
Twenty-four-hours-a-day and 
six-feet under mother-earth.
Alas, there are two dates not 
hidden from the lustful gaze of fate:
when the womb opens the 
narrow gate to human existence
and when the tomb opens wide
the gate to extinction… afterlife.
There is going to be a word on the marble 
that we will not live to write or read,
Yet it will be a concise piece of our deeds;
all what we wrote on life.
Time and chance will knock again 
and again on the door of destiny;
So, cloister your memoir with courtesy
 while you yet live in this frail field.
Only few men crave the den of darkness,
dust and ashes, but it is the truth is
that all men will run into it at a point in time;
There is a time to be born 
and a time to bid life farewell,
Twain moments that sandwich the opportunity 
...to live for humanity or live in mediocrity.
Adeleke Adeite © September, 2012.

Sponsor	SKAT A
Contest Name	free verse (old/new)

Contest Description	


1 original, poem on the theme of ......free verse .......
Any form is acceptable. 


Details | Free verse | |

Love

Love is...........
God,
in people,
mysterious,
creative,
a choice of heart,
amazing,
truth,
throughout the world,
what God has for us,
powerful,
everlasting,
real.
love is a amazing
power from above
that can only be
taken through the
heart of one that wants
to be changed to have
love for eternity in heaven


Details | I do not know? | |

ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

....
Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
”...you better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love beholds Truth-as-Truth beholds Love

Truth Between two
Beholds two Hearts 
Binds True Love 

As many been in-Love
for tis Hearts entwine
Sweeetness together
Suppose to be For all times

Only Truth beholds Love 
Love for Hearts of Two
As Love grows --Glows
Stronger-- between Two
Staying together Forever

For God made Man and Woman
Together to be in Truth
Truth beholds Love
Love beholds Truth
Together combined 
Forever Shall be
Love Last a Life time..
And through out Eternity

Beholding Love for Only each other
Honest and True..
As a Man be to his Woman
As a Woman be to her Man
Only unto each other 
Both Hearts in-Love be True… 
As God planned

As a Man beholds True Love in his heart
he would come for his woman
As he bows on one knee.. 
He tis beholding a Red Rose
Asking with Sweetness of Love
for her hand… in marriage 
and as tis be.. 
Woman beholding her man..
same in-Love in Truth 
Tis she accepts…yes..  

Moment of Marriage takes hand
Words both express
In-Love of Truth
Truth in Love
Pure Happiness 
                 “I do”

Marriage can be quick for some
Only If They Speak Truth 
Truth beholds Love as Love beholds Truth 

Intertwines 
binds their Hearts together
Binds their Souls.. forever
Behold Love in Truth
Truth in Love
Between two hearts 
Foretold tis be..
Blessings of True Love
Given from God above

All in God's Will
All in God’s Timing
Behold True Love


Details | Free verse | |

Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Rhyme | |

STEPPING INTO THE DISTANT PAST

" I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination...".
Too hesitant to enter,
I pause and ponder:
is this a place of wonder? 
What tempts me to open it?
Is it curiosity or desire,
and what lies beyond it?


The aged brown door decorated with brass painted in black,
has a distinctive Gothic style of a house of prayer standing yards from the bay;
will I find in the rear an altar made of marble
with an angel on each side guarding off evil?
Once inside that mysterious chapel, where monks venerated God, I must
follow it to where it leads me, neither fear nor superstition can frighten me!


If it has no bell-tower, where are the bells? Were they stolen to make swords? 
Was it destroyed by fire or by the enemy who was a heartless infidel?
It could be rebuilt and brought to the lost splendor of those amazing ages,
and to rebuild it from the ashes, only faith can induce such an ambitious will...
could I envision, perhaps a little too early, what a glorious sight it would be? 
And if peace is found here, I will dwell in it as they did praising God indefinitely.
    

Written By Andrew Crisci for Constance La France's Contest,
" Three Gems "
Form:  Rhyme
Written on 7/31/ 2011 
Deadline: Sunday August 20, 2011


Details | ABC | |

have you ever!

have you ever loved someone 
so much you forget what they've done,
have you ever tried to sleep at night
but you hope and pray everything is alight,
have you ever found your one true love 
the one they say is from above ,
have you ever been turn apart 
have you ever been hurt in the heart ,
have you ever been hurt so much
that because of them you are scared to touch,
have you ever tried to talk 
but your heart says to walk ,
have you ever not known what to do
or know what is best for you,
have you ever tried to walk away
but heat says to stay,
this is how you will feel
if you don'know your love is real,

                                             By:Holly Davis


Details | Quatrain | |

My Traveled Approach

I trek the corridor of an easy path
Not because I am lazy or leery.
Just because I want no lingering wrath,
I searched for meaning of life’s query.

Death has its end or a new beginning.
Life has so much joy for you to give.
Each New Year is another inning.
To be played with the spirit to live.

We spend so much time wondering.
What will be received at our end?
That time we end up blundering.
That so much more we could send.

I have settled that what I have learned.
Will be carried onward in some way,
Probably better than what I have yearned.
That each life of past, will continue an array.

I cannot with any doubt, feel there is a beyond.
The road less traveled is not easy or hard you see.
Just spreads out in different lanes that correspond.
To everyone’s path they must follow or foresee.

These trials I have passed on my thoroughfare.
My faults, tribulations, delights, my own making,
My spirit and soul has always been duly aware.
I regret much, but resist spending my end quaking.

Each sin that has passed through me I put to rest.
I struggle not to repeat any again, to my best.
I still ponder much and still continue my quest.
Though I shall not let my living be suppressed.


written for
Sponsor Catie Lindsey 
Contest Name The Road Less Traveled 


Details | Ballad | |

Stolen Souls

It sweeps through the nights, 
Is it an angel? a devil? or the angel of death, 
I lie there sleeping, 
It comes and my life disappears, 

I disappeared then i found myself flying, 
flying over the ruins the soul stealer left, 
I saw his face, 
I saw his pain, 
I'm sweating terribly, or are these tears on my face? 

I hear a scream then i wake up, 
Its white and clean, 
I hear a machine going: beep, beep, beep 
and his face looking at me, 
holding my hand, 

i suddenly remember the scream, 
my own scream, 
and the bullies dunking me underwater,
he was just glad i was alive, 

he leans closer, 
and we share our first kiss.


Details | Lyric | |

Turn the searchlight on

Another tribute to John and Carla Sherman.


Turn the searchlight on

Turn the searchlight on
Let it bath you in it’s light
Take a look into you
Just look with all your might
Let the world be round you
But don’t pay it no mind
Just turn around and look at you
You’re not too hard to find.

Don’t ask so many questions
Beside the point these be
You have to do the looking
So very endlessly
The looking’s never over
It be your life, that’s all
Then one day when the fever breaks
It’s all so wonderful.

You have to do the looking
That’s all you have to do
Just take a look into you
Oh please just look at you
You must use self -reliance
Can’t count on no one else
The looking is the only way to health.

You don’t have to look for Gurus
No need for all the books
All you really have to do
Is stop and take a look
Then when the fear of life is gone
You’ll see life how it is
Just look, look, look each chance you get
I can only tell you this.

2 April 2011 @ 0430hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

What lurks within

A mystery within the cottage sublime                                                                          Whose the villian whose the hero                                                                                 The stranger looking in a view of time                                                                            An assassin or trusting soul                                                                                         The harrows of perspectives force                                                                                     When swooning the lampoon                                                                                       Not lest the heroine of course                                                                                          When crooning the attuned                                                                                              All the while we wait to see                                                                               Doomsday or wedding day                                                                                            As for me let mystery lie where it be


Details | Rhyme | |

Which direction in life Are You Oriented to

…

Quite often, there’s a lot of speculation…
Regarding a person’s “orientation.”

As each day goes by… It appears to me.
Many are confused as to what they want to be.

Which direction one goes…  Is “anybody’s guess…”
No wonder this world’s  an “upside-down” mess!

The Bible says; “straight is the way.”  
And “narrow is the gate.”
One needs to make up his mind. 
 Before it’s too late!

If one is confused.  Let me point
 into this direction.
It’s the word of God that gives
 much needed correction

A “spiritual orientation” is 
what needs to take place!
There’s a God who loves us!  
And offers his grace!

If one is still unhappy with the way
 they’re created…
We’re wonderfully designed by God! 
 This shouldn’t be debated!

Allow God’s word to orientate 
your life today!
And listen to what your creator 
really has to say!

Where there is emptiness…  God’s love does
 much more abound…
Allow the Holy Spirit to turn 
your life around!

Jesus alone can change your 
whole way of living!
His life for yours…  
Is what HE is giving!

By Jim Pemberton    03/01/11


Details | Free verse | |

My Final Choice

Its so dark and cold here. 
Nothingness seeps in to my soul 
I cry silently into the night sky, 
praying for absolution,
ready for redemption of my crimes.

Night forces spread out across the land. 
Thick and heavy it consumes everything
The stars above sparkle, 
then go dark and become hollow. 
All lights are now gone.

 But in the distance a ray of hope shines.
The darkness creeps closer.
Threatening to overtake one more thing
on a quest for absolute power and control.

For the first time,
I feel a sense of rallying deep in my soul, 
My inner spirit waking up regaining control
I am drawn to the growing bright light 

I can see the battle playing out before me 
Light against dark 
A war that has gone for eternity 
Now its time for the absolution I prayed for .
I just have to make my final choice 

Do I run towards the light ?
Or do I let the darkness consume me ?


Details | Ballad | |

WHAT LIFE IS

what life is, is all in drama.

A play whereas pain and joy

are the themes in constant contrast .

pain is for us in stage and joy for the only one who watches .

what is it to be normal ,if life is all just stage act

of the seven step rhythmn with a slight tag

followed by the deep mournful cry encrypted pain is living and role of puppets

and us all in poetic harmony

we stomp to the dance of life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Love of Life

Every day, every night
Everything seems the same
The darkness, the light
all smother me. 
When will
                                                                                             I  
Start to notice
All the issues apart from 
My own little world?
Seems to me that I
                                                                                            am  
Blind to life, yet loving life
How can both of these diverse
subjects be so alike?
It does
                                                                                             not
mean that one should not take notice
Through the babbling streams,
bubbling and warbling
There is LIFE!
No more tears,
No more sorrow
for no one shall be smitten
                                                                                               dead
by sorrow, tears, or misgivings.
Cherish that you are alive.


Details | Sonnet | |

Great is the Day

Great is the day when a song you hear.
It makes your spirit soar through wind.
Great is the day when your time begins.
It makes you wake up and hoot a cheer.
 
Great is the day when it is a new year.
It makes you back to where you been.
Great is the day to manage a few grins.
It will put you into another hemisphere.
 
Great is the day just to be,
A part of a world that sings!
Great is the day just to see,
A wondrous mix of things!
 
Great is the day,
Is all I can say!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

surround

Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls  
Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls  
Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering  
Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering  
 
Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat  
Or floats like a whiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat  
Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky  
Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes 

The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses  
After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes  
Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened  
And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon  

And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening


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Not Knowing

I don’t know what to do...
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve done all I can do,
and I still cannot get over you.

I have reached out for you
and fallen....
I have been crying for your help---
and you’re not there to listen.

“Letting go” is not a fear 
of losing what I never had...
and the thought of you has 
only ever made me sad.

There’s no completion in this life
without you...
But there won't be peace in my life
even with you 
And I just don’t know what else to say
but that I don’t know what to do.

If I fell in love again
I doubt I could escape you.
Whether I mean to or not
I can't stop praying for you...
And other that that,
I simply don’t know what to do---
The bigger you wish,
the harder they come crashing down on you.

It’s the “know knowing” that gets me...
Fear of forfeiting my only chance
to be truly happy

We can’t always get what we want....
but if we don’t get what we NEED---
we die.

And it’s not knowing 
that is killing me;
Not knowing
if you’ll never set me free.


sorrylittlesharky.com


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A needle in a hayastack

A needle in a haystack I am
Lost, beyond the boundary of my being.
It is a tiny universe you say
Finite from infinite end to infinite end
And still no bigger than the one
Whose voice wrote the words of its origin
And did he not came to seek and find me
But yet I am lost again
Among the infinite smallness of things
On my brain flipping their little wings
I can understand the needle
Lost in so much straw, the infinitely small
Lost in the relatively infinite pile
Waiting to reek some future in havoc
In throat, or skin, or trembling bowels
In all the places I feel the phantom fear
But cannot find myself as easy as a tear
Is found to irrigate each thought I spawn
With black wings cluttering the raw dawn
Dripping, leaking all its contents to find me
Wanting a Calvary again. 
Night's dark bottom drained
Has no clue how deep I am in since Adam
Opened the spillway to the bottom. 
Hell is a far place down in me, I cannot climb
Out by myself, except heaven, the farthest place
Away, hear loudest my whispered cry for help.
Go winnow you haystack to find your lost pearl
Here, the pearl winnows me, and still I find
No trace of me in me, I am too scrubbed 
By all the bleached out years of black history.


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a wollucks barrow

swallow what u seek
                                     walked to watch u reach their
astinden thin air


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


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Dancing Tides

Hope hangs by a string, but it never dies completely.
All your regrets are packed in the corner, all nice and neatly.
Hiding away so that the world can't make a fool of you.
Trying so hard not to do all that you're dying inside to do!
It's like a wave washing up onto the beach, it's never ending.
You hear the crash upon the shore as fake as when you are pretending.
The light from above as you struggle below for air,
is like a glimmer of trust in a game of truth and dare!
And like the tide we retreat and then come crashing down again
We are the dancing tides. We seek but never reach the end.
Gathering our minds, trying to figure it all out.
Hope, my old friend, looks like a twinkle of doubt.
But then the break forms a crack that leads the way
back to the dancing tides we love and like a wave we sway!


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Walking Through Fire

I walked through fire, And didn’t get burned, Not a scratch on me. Protected by a heart Hardened by hurt Secluded with a smile. No person benign or audacious enough No storm capable of prevailing To enter my kingdom of heart. With subconscious thoughts that told me Things I knew God didn’t want to hear, Nothing to do but keep trudging on, Without the slightest bit of fear. I could hear Satan calling, Calling out in vain. Used the rest of my strength to try And stay the slightest bit sane. I walked through fire, Thought I was fine, Until I looked in the mirror And saw the burns on my skin.


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Rain


Is it me or does the feeling of the rain set you free?

To stand outside looking up at the sky as the rain falls upon your face, you can’t describe the feeling you get . . .  but you know its something special.

They say water brings life to all things. .  so maybe as it hits our face it brings life to us an liberates us from this world for that little moment in time . . . an in that moment we feel truly free 


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Miracles

We have heard about wonders that great
men from history did – Jesus walking on water;
Buddha calming a wild elephant; levitation of Saint
Joseph of Cupertino; Andromeda, wife of Perseus,
placed among the constellations, and many more
unfathomable happenings.

In our present world,
we still wish and hope for the extra-
ordinary in the ordinary when we pray
for rain to rain down from a clear sky;
pray that a good Samaritan to give you a ride
when your car runs out of gas;
myself winning that I can win a Nobel Prize,
even though my grammar may be wanting.

I will understand when you tell me
that you believe that you can pass through a wall,
without hitting it, if you also believe that a rose flower
can sprout in an earth-scorching desert……


Contest: ONE OF YOUR BEST Contest


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No gods have I

No Gods have I

No gods have I, I’ve let them go
I don’t need props no more
I don’t know where I’m going to
No one is ever sure
Though questions leave me curious
The fear is all but gone
I only know with all my heart
That life just carries on

But what is life, you all may ask
And I can only tell you
It’s you, it’s me, it’s everything
From Earth to the skies so blue
Birth and death may come and go
But life goes on forever
Nothing can destroy this force
Not any kind of weather.

How do we live without the trees
Minus the moon, or sun
And what about this gravity
We need these every one
And they need me, because I’m here
And I was meant to be
And really everything that is
It turns out to be me.


28 June 2013 @ 0745hrs.


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High Cloud

High Cloud

High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You seem determined to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go, 
While the sun sets and the shadows grow,
You’ve had a long day
You’ve came a long way
Drifting through the air, are you a castaway?
You provide beauty
You provide reason
You’re forever changing, as are the seasons
You hold a silent faith,
You serve a quiet purpose,
With nothing more to offer than what’s on your surface,
You amuse children,
Leave adults in awe,
You affix your grace where ever you are,
High cloud, high cloud, where are you going?
You’re fearless to go where ever the wind’s blowing,
High cloud, high cloud, where will you go,
Once the sun sets, and the shadows grow


By: Arvind Vallabhaneni
Write a backwards poem contest


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Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


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when that ocean was cut into five

as the waters split into pieces
and the land formed itself
the day went longer than
than the sky, and deeper
than the sea
its form was
shaped it broke
F R E E
escaped 
as it fell lower
than the sea floor
but higher
than even the sky
the ocean was split
into five.


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The Great Black Hole Cycle

The kiss of the black hole
Clandestine
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home

Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name

For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe

The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol

Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound

This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows




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Law

How have I loved    your laws and decrees
and your Sun       in the dawn of the morning
the orders that govern       the universe
and their rulings       the cosmos adorning
 
So finely tuned      a precise instrument
it's crafting       can no journeyman match
construction supreme      no man has surpassed
nor it's equal       can he ever attach
 
You have hidden       their rules and movements
that a man could spend           a lifetime to seek
but the years we're given       have been shorted
and our will            to regulation is weak
 
Its decrees            are woven like fabric
on each writ      does another rely
their sequence                 framed like a template 
against its power       can no man defy
 
Its display               of symmetry  exacting
it's direction          none living can change
through its pursuit          our knowledge deepens
but it's only simile              can we arrange
 
Like flocks             are the stars conducted
as their shepherds            your laws do act 
like the canon of statues             their placement
their governing             by decrees you enact
 
No man                can act as its counselor
or rearrange           its charge and command
for all that's demonstrated            in nature
for all are subject           to what law demands
 
By their study            we learn how to measure
like a child           the paths of all law
to investigate              all time and reasons
of its operation           we can all stand in awe
 
source Psalm 19
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.


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I've Heard Of A lot Of People

I’ve Heard Of A lot Of People…

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to serve God above.
I heard that many of them proclaim a message of his love!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who claim to know him too…
Would one of these people be someone like YOU?

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve made it known.
They are making plans to soon
 be in their heavenly home!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who are joyful.  You can tell!
They’re in love with Jesus.  And are doing quite well!

I’ve heard of a lot of people who’ve 
made a wise choice!
They read the word of God and seek their savior’s voice!

I know of a lot of people who have 
made a firm decision…
They’ve given to God their hearts 
and undivided attention!

I know of a lot of people who were stumbling along the way.
Until they met the master…  Who changed their life one day!

I know of a lot of people that will soon be all together…
When the Lord comes back soon and 
takes them with him forever!

I know of a lot of people and I hope you’re one of them…
Who have accepted Christ.  
And are now born again!

I know there’s lot of angels in heaven 
waiting for you and me!
Won’t you join with these people to spend your eternity???

By Jim Pemberton     05/17/12


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In A State of Amnesia Falling Into Fantasia

Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.


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They Say, Who Knows?

They say, "It's always calm before the storm."
Can this “weather” be predicted?
Who knows what's after the storm?
When will it end?
Will we live through it?

They say, “It was fate.”
Who knows what's next?
My future is unpredictable, 
No psychic can tell me otherwise.
My life is what I make of it.

They say, "If you're good, you'll go to heaven." 
What of purgatory or hell?
What kind of choices are those?
Do we even have a choice?
Who knows my after life? 

They say, "Things happen for a reason."
What reasons can they give me?
Who can give me reasons for all of the choices I’ve made?
What of the consequences behind them?
Are those reasons justified?

They say, "The eyes are windows to the soul." 
Who knows if all creatures have souls? 
Do we see with our hearts or eyes?
Can the truth be seen through one’s eyes?
Mine are wide open.

They say what they think; only opinions.  
Who knows the facts?
Who knows the answers to my questions?
Why was I brought into this world?
Who am I, and what will I make of myself?

They say this… they say that.
Who are they? 
Who knows the truth?
I don't, who does?
God.


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I Dreamed of Jesus (Part 2)

...
My pupils met his, and immediately my eyes opened.
He saw my past, my present and the future to come.
Simultaneously, my body fell to its knees in submission
As I began to wail and confess, "Jesus-!  Jesus-!
I am sorry!  I am sorry!  I love You!  I love You!"
I knew He knew who I was and all I had been doing.
My heart begged for His forgiveness, longing for his love.
With his eyes still fixed on me, I trembled in anguish.
He overshadowed me, and the fear of torment
Particulated off of me.  Then, I saw my mother's face.
(I knew she had been praying for me with great concern.)
Then, without a word, I saw Jesus reach out to me.
He touched my back as if to lift me up with great force,
But with one last cry of His name, "JESUS-!"  I woke myself up.

I was kicking and moving my arms when I came to.
I was still on earth, but it was real.  I confessed my sins again and again.
I went to the bathroom to rouse myself, then to the opened window.
I was hot and sweaty and too afraid to sleep.  I sat up in bed, 
Turned on my bedside lamp, and began to write this dream.
Mirjana, turned toward me and asked me why I could not sleep.
I simply told her that I had to write, and she turned over.
I finally finished, turned out the light, wrapped her arms around me,
And closed my eyes.  I could still see His light brown eyes and outline of His face,
As if I had gazed at the sun too long and its image was x-rayed in my mind.
What was He going to do?  Would He have taken me somewhere?
Was he going to show me something?  Would he come again?
I do not know, but this was the second time I saw Him like this.
All I know is that He is perfect, and there is no darkness in Him at all.


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Emerald Green

Fated was I, that day I saw
What left me in rigid awe
For never have I ever seen
Such things in a human being
 
Stolen from the earth
And Gifted to you at birth
Beautiful they are in every way
Crafted by god on the 7th day
 
Sparkle like stars, they do
But they tell history too
Like portals to the soul of god 
they are
Singing the songs of creation of 
far
 
Time goes 1 minute by
And I have not blinked an eye
For I shall dare not miss
The glorious moment in this
 
Out of my chest, this heart did 
pound
And my blood raced at the 
speed of sound
Any longer and I would be dead
So I stole my gaze away instead
 
Back on earth, I now stand
With beads of sweat in my hand
I gather my thoughts and begin 
to ponder
Why did I meet this universal 
wonder
 
For everything, there is a cause
For I've missed my bus, while in 
a pause
Its destination, the bus did not 
meet
For it fell 200 feet
 
Now I see from a glance
That God has given another 
chance
luck was my friend that day I 
saw
What left me in rigid awe
 
For never have I ever seen..
 
Such Angelic Eyes of Emerald 
Green...


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BEFORE IT RAINS

Taking hope out of a gloomy day
is like living without a hopeful heart;
and waiting for miracles without praying
is bringing on a specter of infidelity,
which disrupts my daily living...
making me ponder faith with distrust!

Before it rains, I hope for a rainbow at five...
believing that it will there for me to admire,
not merely imagining, but envisioning its beauty;
what is hidden from the eyes shouldn't be a mystery,
and this Humankind has created myths and legends
for the ones lacking the sixth sense!

Embarking on that journey of incognito,
solely relying on this overburdensome ego,
causes me to experience inquietude
in a most unfovarable latitude;
and freedom is confined in short miles,
when my ship comes to an halt for guidance!

Before it rains, I'll see myself securing the anchor,
and step on the pier of the safest harbor...
waving at the fading rainbow over the refulgent horizon;
taking pride and remembering the grueling fright
of a captain who never displayed a doubt...
even when the storm dashed the agitated ocean!


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Verse | |

Another World

There is a mysterious World
Most know nothing about
Full of miracles and magic
Dreams and wishes, waiting to come about

This World is so special
To see, you must believe
Open your heart and your soul
For you must do this to conceive

The comings and goings
Of good spirits and good friends
They travel here just for you
To let you know their love never ends

The end isn’t an endless black hole
But the beginning of a life
A life that has never felt so complete
A light, spirited contented soul.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
©copyright Juanita Torr
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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LAMBS OF FREEDOM

Lambs of Freedom

Love, faith and unity
Ye three millenia,
Green, yellow and red
Coronate Aethiopia.
Gamma colors ye freedom
Thou hast burning candles,
Memory of the lambs
Thou hath ye cradles.
Green, yellow and red
Tricolors ye freedom,
Green, yellow and red
Ye honors thy honordom.
Let them reveal ye happiness
Glory be thy holiness.
Aethiopia Hoy!, Blessed and free
Freedom ye mater dolorosa.





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A Wave in the Ocean Lost Forever

As he turns his head
The shadows dance upon his face.
Each day a new wrinkle appears upon his body.
As the man breathes another breath,
A life is taken.
Each day he cries for what could have been
Every moment that passes 
He wonders when death will present itself
The mystery stays in his head 
On what could have been and what will be.
His head is too much in the past and future 
He is forgetting to live in the present
Life sweeps away from him 
Like a wave in the ocean hitting the shore
Never to be seen again.
He is too much in his 'what if' 
He doesn't take the chances in life.
His breath is not a waste
For this man is an ordinary man who is in every person
He is worry and he is fear 
He is faithless and he is afraid.
He is what comes out at night but never in daylight
For he is too afraid to show himself.
He is what the devil placed in all of us.
He is afraid to be despised by mankind 
And he is ashamed of by the Father,
He is SIN.


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Whatever You Wish For Or Would Like To Be


Whatever you wish for, or would like to be…
There’s a God in heaven,
 who loves you and me!

Whatever you desire or would like to obtain!
You can find all that you need!
 In Jesus’ name!

Whatever you may desire to seek “fulfillment.”
Only Christ’ love, can bring 
total enrichment!

Whatever you may hear on the morning news.
With God in control…  
You’ll never lose!

Whatever you’re facing, and trials ahead…
Jesus can sustain you! 
With his daily bread!

Whatever choices you make… 
Please keep this in mind…
Why not give your life to God?.  
While you have the time?

Whatever tomorrow may hold.  
Nobody knows!
But God does! And he has it under control!

Whatever dreams you have… 
And ambitions within…
God wants to give you his best! 
 Why not come to him???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Imagism | |

Rain

Drops falling.
The tears of gods
Forgotten or forsaken
Tapping at windows
Begging for repentance
Those
Cruelly recalcitrant
To their design.


Details | I do not know? | |

Hearts of Trees--Touched by the Breeze

As Driving down
the dusty road
seeing through 
the windows

as looking upon
trees passing by
tears come
within my eyes...

I realize...many 
passing trees
not ever knowing
Love's Beauty...

as moments
by moments gone
as looking 
in rearview mirror
seeing trees 
of past disappear..

still yet
going down 
the dusty road
within this life

but still looking back
in rear view mirror
wondering 
did any trees
ever get touched 

or did they just 
stand by
while.. the breeze
blew by...

As within Life 
we know
we all come 
in contact
with many hearts
many souls

Looking back
upon hearts
Wonder if
they became
a part... of Our 
Living Savior

or did they 
Just stand
while the Holy Spirit
be just like the wind 
pass by...

Come to Jesus
Don't let this moment
be one that passes by
within this life...

For you never know
When tis be
time to go..
Eternity

Come to Jesus
Spread your wings
Touching hearts
God's Love Brings


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Life's Many Riddles

The foundations of life,
The existence of the divine,
The why not, what’s and why’s,
For the creation of time,
For the answers sought out,
They shall never be found,
They’re what keep our minds wandering,
That’s why life’s so profound,
Just be real to yourself,
Try to live in the minute,
Take advantage of this life,
Respecting everything in it,
Do not dwell on the past,
Do not bother with ego,
Try not to ask yourself questions,
Like in death where do we go?
Just make plans for the future,
What’s your next step in life?
Is it time to grow older?
And settle down with a wife,
Should I have a few children?
Could I support them if so?
Would I make a good parent?
I’m confused, I don’t know,
Just let life take its’ course,
As it comes sail along,
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter how right or wrong!

 
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Tomorrow

how will it be who knows know for sure who knows need to know who knows want to know who knows do I want who knows © Ellie Daphne


Details | I do not know? | |

Not the way to be

Some days are joyous....

But not today,

I was once so Jolly,

But it soon went away...

Waiting for a change,

But yet I'm still the same....

Never thought of such misery,

Not having clarity,

This isn't the way to be.....


Details | Free verse | |

Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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I Think About The Things I've Been Through


I Think About The Things I’ve been Through… I think about the things that I’ve been through. Many times not knowing what I was going to do.. I think about the journeys I began. And the roads in between. And think about the joys and trials life would bring… I think about the many days and nights I have spent. As I get older, I wonder where they all went? As I think about my life and so much more. I ask; “what is the meaning of life really meant for? As I read scripture, I read about life’s meaning. There’s a purpose and goal I’m not achieving. I read about a God and found a new direction! I need to give him my focus and all my attention! All that I’ve accomplished… There’s something still missing! It’s the voice of God. I need to be listening! He has a purpose for my life and a divine plan! He’s given to me his word to help me understand! I’ve made a decision. This choice I’m going to make. I’m giving my heart to Jesus! Before it’s too late! My life is filed with joy and the past is forgotten! All of my problems... God reached out and “caught them!” Jesus has given to me a meaning I never had! I’m so thankful to him, and exceedingly GLAD! By Jim Pemberton


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NOTHING Yes I Said Nothing Can Separate Us From God's Love


Though in this world, we so often trod…
NOTHING can separate us 
from the love of God!

Neither tribulation, 
distress or persecution…
Nor the government or it’s institutions.

Neither nakedness, peril
 or even the sword...
 God’s love is a treasure that can’t be stored!

As it is written; “We are like sheep
 led to the slaughter…”
But God loves every son and daughter.

In everything, we’re more than conquerors
 through Christ who loves us…
His death on the cross means
 that he wants us!

Neither death, the angels or
 the principalities to be…
Things present or to come…
Can separate HIS love for me!

Nor height, depth or any kind of creature…
Can separate us from God’s love…  
This is his feature!

His love is clearly evident 
and reigns supreme.
Over all of the earth and every human being!

Why not accept his love… 
That is inseparable?
By accepting HIS salvation.  
He’s made this possible!

Now is the day of salvation. 
 His gift is for us to receive.
All you have to do is reach out to him… 
And simply believe!

By Jim Pemberton  
06/02/10    
Read Romans 8:35-39






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RELIGION AGAINST MAN

He hated his brother
Because he practiced another
Men of same wombs
On each other, inflict wounds
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw; eye sores
Men beheaded… burned
Women disemboweled
Bombed
Drug traffickers and the mafia
Show more angels heart
Men obsessed with religion
No place free of them
Hold this illusion
Four virgins and a mansion
For just one man in heaven
So die a martyr
And make it even
In the beginning, was this so?
When men die, do they go?
PLEASE: give me no fairy answer
Except self proven ponder

On the other side
I heard Christ died
Men turned it merchandise
One name, many voices
As the voices, so the vices
Repent. Be baptized
Or die ostracized
Yet in sex, their leaders
Abuse youths and feeders
Adultery in the upper chambers
Sucked the poor dry
So the rich benefits and not die
Name not names
Lest you give them more fame
The free thinker; their observer
And he saw…eye sores
Grieve not alone in chest
It’s same in north; south; east; west

I heard God has his own powers
And he for himself mighty might
So why do for him men fight?
I heard also, the goat can bite
When pushed to the wall
Be that so,
Then there is:
The goat-
The applied force-
And the wall.
Who is the Goat? Man
Who is the force applied?
Circumstances against man
And who is the wall?
Religions against man


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Higher Grounds

He has risen from
the grave of death to lift you 
up to higher grounds


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Sacrifice

You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife

In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal

As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed

Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary 
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies

Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again

Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth

In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done

Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath

Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil

Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do

If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice

Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity

Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed

sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Did You Know Love Was In An Accident

Did you know, Love was in an accident?

What! When? Where? Wow!  My, my. Tell me it’s a lie.
Can we pause for a moment of silence, focusing on love? Hold on there, love not gone. It’s real, but love wasn’t killed.

When did it happen? It was yesterday evening, I’m believing. It happen, when love was leaving. Everything seem peaceful, it was a lovely day, so they say.

Where was love? In a quite restaurant enjoying a delicious meal. And in came the unreal.  Love was taken by surprise; no one thought love would survive.

Wow!  All were speechless, love seem so powerless. As if someone had stolen all the joy. I am telling you what I know, but I suppose there is more.

I had warned love to be very careful. Always check out your company.  Don’t be in a hurry; look in all directions before proceeding, and definitely no speeding.

Poor love.  Made an illegal turn, and ran head on into trouble. Had a concussion and saw double. Forgot the basic rules of the game; avoid some situations, its okay to be ashame.

I believe love will learn to yield the right of way, on the next given day. It really didn’t have to be this way.

Innocent bystanders saw what happen to love. They said a few kind words while looking above. Someone dialed 1-800-Broken-Heart. It didn’t take long, the crew arrived and love was still alive.

Love is in therapy and recovering from love-gitis. They said it could have been worst; thank God there was no Funeral Hurst.

Sometimes our hearts get the best of us, especially in tender moments, warm occasions and special situations.

Thank you love, live long and always remember, sometimes things go wrong.
Have A Lovely Day…
Dr. “G”


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Water Rune

Water rune feed off the breast of the moon like a baby, new until by adolescence another ruined Aqua Deity Poseidon cast forth thy trident bellowing waves of violence sink towering ships, in silence How to tame a beast of rage first you must just turn the page a cold shoulder best these days soon to enter the new ice age Water rune welcoming bad news vicarious Aquarius the Water bearer enters hysteria takes his crown the common era is all but dead now Religion and science meet with a big bang God falls to his kneeundaunting wounded, but not yet deceased he makes a deal with the Devil for their synthesis why close your eyes if you don't wish to hear it? Forgot of Pisces like a vague evading memory of the childhood your hurricane came to clean life away, in ruin I stay, nothing wise left to say I'll just ride your wave to my grave, of icy water. Hallowing along to aloneness caught up in a priceless moment sea levels run rampant the rising tide rising high towards the sky rolling back down sound like thunder strike into oblivion, and drag me under lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting holding onto that which might not be whole again ever, like Pangea for even the mightiest army surrenders without their leader


Details | Narrative | |

The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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After My Death

i was just thinking, what if i die... What if the clock stops, for this PenFreak guy... What if the brightest sun, for me will be dark... What if i loose...my heart beat spark... What's if my name, will no more have meaning... 'll you come to see me off, the day i'll be leaving... 'll you just be the same, as you are today... or 'll your heart weep...tears roll out, May 'll you remember the time we spent, the fun we had together... the desires we shared, the dreams we saw, that's now for me is shattered... 'll i still be in your contact list now even when am dead... 'll you still celebrate my birthday...and ask for the day's bread (treat)... Mom-Dad, just like my childhood glaze.... 'll you still gift me that of my favorite shoe... Pals, just like our teenage... 'll i still be tagged in a photo of you... Siss...just like our old days... will i still get those angry looks...that am about to receive now... Bros...just like my growing phase... Will you still hold me...the time i'll feel down... . yoll do'nt worry... after my death...i'll visit god... i'll go steal his sceptre rod... n throw it to you... that rod, his power... you'll be blessed i bet... in form of shower... you'll then win without any strife... i'll be watching ya mates... but from my AFTERLIFE..!!


Details | Epic | |

Under Pressure

Hold your breath
Take a drift into the sobbing clouds 
Keep them away from drowning death
They remained under pressure for years 

The clouds can't help it
They must release the pain and pressure

So they drown themselves in sorrow 
Sending dramatic rain from bitter clouds 
Leaving tomorrow 
In the muddied meadow 

The brook took its toll
Around the valley, below the drooping clouds 
Piercing the land like a fish crashing upon a hook

The clouds are relieved 
It won't miss a single moment of bonding foundation 
They believed 
That happiness was the key to a mere satisfaction 

*dedicated to Kalona*
Flow along 
Be relieved 
Don't remain under 
earth's pressure

Hold on to your jolly requests 
Remember this, keep this in mind: 

Build a reliable goal 
And kill the stress 
Push aside suicidal pressure 

Remember this as well: 

Go to school
And learn to 
cooperate with the world 

And get ready...be well dressed
For the biggest decision in your life


Details | Fibonacci | |

Prepared Fish

.
The 
God
One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, undigested..sick..fish threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 
revival


Details | I do not know? | |

21 Grams

With one last sigh
My soul is expelled
Twenty-one grams
Floating upward, high

I'm light
Effervescent 
Free

Twenty-one grams
That’s all I am
That’s all that’s left of me
I left behind
 My body

Still and unmoving
On the scale
calcuator, pen
The doctor total tell

Unaccounted Weight:
21 grams


**For further understanding refer to the work of Dr. Duncan MacDougall 
http://historicmysteries.com/the-21-gram-soul-theory


Details | Rhyme | |

The Bible Or the Consitution

The Constitution Or The Bible?

From our news, courts and government institutions,
We often hear about the U.S.. Constitution.

As many cry what is and isn’t “constitutional;.”
It’s a wonder how this country is till functional!

\As courts seek to remove the Bible and it’s commandments.
They look to the constitution for some kind of “enlightenment.”

The freedom of religion, which the early fathers taught.
Is now “freedom from religion” is what’s in many thoughts.

It’s almost like the courts “wave the magic wand.”
And then tell us the difference between “right and wrong.”

Many Godly principles have often been disregarded.
 God’s word in many homes, has often been discarded.

Without God in many lives. This has left an empty void.
As perversions of his word 
are taught and “enjoyed.”

It’s time to wake up America!  And begin to see!
It’s only God and his word that gives true liberty!

We’re quickly becoming a nation of bondage and sin.
As so many struggle with afflictions within!

We all need to let God’s word daily renew our mind!
Even though we’re busy…  We need to take the time!

God was here before the constitution was written!
It’s time to come to him!  Will our country listen???

Because of Jesus… There is no “man and God separation!”
The truth of his word is what’s needed in our nation!

By Jim Pemberton


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Scales

If you think there is nothing larger than the sky
That enfolds seas and hills
Take a look into my eye
Where all their contents spills
And I am larger than my sight
It's but an organ of my soul
And plays its music to the light
Dripping from the sunrise gold
Why then you explore the moon
Leaching white her dusty breast
Man is the paradox, the spoon
And His creation's nobliest
The sun goes down the image dies
A wind made ragged on a plain
A sight at which the living sighs
The solemn emptiness of pain

A cup of water filled the room with steam
And larger than its origin
Measures me out in dream
For once condensed by sin
And rolled into a liquid ball
I poised upon a point of leaf
And here pondering my fall
I shiver with a sense of grief
Nay, a dull and leaden pall
I felt not beyond light's brim
Before the bell's pregnant call
Before in me a dust did swim
As if I was the universe of all
You need so much star to make
The dust, so I could not crawl
Until a worm the leaf did shake 


Details | I do not know? | |

Dear Jesus -not very poetic, but it's on my heart-

Dear Jesus, I was wondering what I'm doing lately...
I've been so ashamed of so much recently,
I'm so caught up in my life, I dont know what I'm doing anymore.
I'm terrified of my fate, and the people I love's fate as well.
I feel like I'm losing myself more and more everyday.
What ever happened to my morals? Where has my consious been.
I feel like I've already damned myself, 
I know you're real, I want him to as well, but does that earn me my spot in heaven?
If I made it, Im afraid I wouldnt be happy in heaven without him,
But is that selfish? I feel like you've abandoned me because my flesh has taken over.
I feel like I'm only living to be hurt and destroyed in the end.
I want to be sorry, and I am in certain degrees, but not genuinley enough, I know it.
I'm so gone I'm afraid that you wouldn't want to help me anymore.
Why do I see these things that frighten me so - Why do you leave me so scared?
Are these things cursed to me? or are they just illusions that steal my hope.
I need help, but I feel like I'm in this alone.


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Lord I'm So Depressed Can YOU Help Me



Lord, Help My Depression...

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton


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Life and Death and way beyond

Between birth and death, is the lifedream most lead
when two parents soweed that loving seed
their elders cautions, they took no heed
a baby was born on umbilical lead.
A Mum to nurture, a Dad to protect
from their love was borne this project
a golden nugget, with love they did prospect.
But, so many people seem to think
after life, it's all down the sink
maybe why they live on the brink?
When you die, over, that's it
ooh, what a crock of...summit!
I've got a few things to say on it,
Walk through the door, there's so much more
make that wall take a fall
the things we all could be
lift societies veil on Reality
you are you, but also me!
Other side of this curtain, wait and see
it really is something else, all so differently.
Why is it hidden when we are alive?
when earthly bodies still survive,
we only see one side of the ride
the rest only appears, once you have died!
But it's not the end, just something else
many other life stories, yet to tell
when the soul and fresh body does gell
a new tale to yell
I'm so glad that wall, it fell.
Putting on my brand new skin
my old lives ashes in the bin
so much of life remains unseen
a lifetime of unconscious dream
the power is within you
deep down, you know it's true
there's Absolutely, nothing you can't do!!

The varied planes of existence
separated by a virtual distance
by what some deem, Realities curtains
But, Everything IS, of that i'm certain!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Written for the Life and Death....and in between contest
by Mr.John-Ovan.P.Hull


Details | Lyric | |

Apophis

You say you know no saviour,
You say you know no God. 
But find your scripts and rosary,
You'll need them when I'm done. 

Seven armies couldn't stop me.
Seven horsemen couldn't budge
All that I have inside me,
And that I've become. 

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet. 

Drink your holy water and cleanse inside,
I'm waiting until midnight.
I won't stop until I hold your heart.
I won't stop until own your soul. 

This evil plays such a pretty song,
You know the words now sing along.
Oh the notes they sound so sweet
In this dark, dark, dark symphony. 

Happiness; I've done all I can.
Loneliness, let go of my hand.
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.

Never underestimate your enemies
I've got my scars for all to see
And I'm not done yet.
Never underestimate your enemies
Or what I'll do for victory.
Shield your eyes so you don't see
That I'm not done yet


Details | Haiku | |

'Moon-Rock... ' (Haiku # 12)

‘ Moon-Rock ’  Haiku # 12

Moon Rock, Craters, Crust
What Does This Terrain Adjust …
“ Earth Was Made For Us ! “


Details | Couplet | |

Things

Are rarely
As they seem.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sun's Rays

The sun’s devouring rays
Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe
It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze
Its auras are above nature’s designating exteriors
Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth’s inhabitants, deserving my praise

It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds
The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds

The sun’s appalling flames
Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth’s accord
It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims
Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward!

It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls 
The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls 

The sun's unattainable rays 
Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done
Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays
Embracing ambitious love like a father and son  


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Dreams

Dreams #1 
I am the architect behind closed eyes
Manipulating glorious blue skies
with soft rivers swimming past my roses
and wind flies past cloud's new poses
Sun shining so bright hiding my wrongs
with precious little birds singing their songs
I'll finally find peace in the cold night!
Dreaming these dreams of love till morning light!
Thus the Sun's rays rise and replace the dark moon
I wake up knowing I shall return soon
Cause I'm happy to be able to dream...
to bend my reality at its seams!

CMS


Details | Sonnet | |

Randomly Selected

I randomly selected you for a treat.
A delightful surprise for the meek.
It is my breaths of large you seek.
You discovered your fate of feat.
 
I brought you to a judgment seat.
And books of life you took a peek.
Then in heaven you found the leak.
Then the drums rolled and they beat.
 
You were in awe to say the least.
So was I in looking at your face.
It is to the west as it is to the east.
But definitely a different place.
 
 
Many were absolutely ejected and rejected,
But you my dear were randomly selected.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006
 


Details | Personification | |

Mother Star

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


Details | I do not know? | |

circle in the sand

what would you believe to be true?
a sun in the sky and the color of blue?
check to see what time it is…
and is this time a true truth too?
for you?
if we’re to count what really matters
would it be the drops or the oceans of waters?
~
Maya have a cycle and they call it Long
Consisting of ‘days’ that cycle to One.
Scholars translated the related data…
Stating in dates from a dated stela
That an ‘end’ was to come
For the world as we know it.
I asked for the rest to show it.
Modern cycles of time are related
To the point, I say, of being the same.
In the beginning, it was just a game
But a truth came out the more I played.
And if this truth is really true
Then what might it mean for me and you?
If the Mayan cycle to One it just means
That the rest are too.
We’ll start with a Great date of understanding
The Winter solstice of the 12th upon ending
Will complete the days count of three colors
Red Green and Blue…....... 18.7.2 000
We have the same color in the minutes it’s true…
1300 days is a count of Red Green and Blue.
1300 days as minutes are a 18.7.2 000 Too.
And how do I know this you say?
I only know it in the English kind of way
But 18 = R, 7 = G, and 2 = B see
Which makes black when the zeros are three
Too, this includes them all.
The trick was a spin in the eyes
They said ‘add’ to my surprise… and so I did
Add sum, because it’s said and is so
That once in every seventy two you know
There is the movement of One. Degree.
It was a mystery to me and something unseen
Like the physical physics of godly thing.
“Golden showers” Albert kept saying
Don’t be a coward his dare kept teasing
Could it be true his mind kept pushing
He wants to finish what he thinks is worth knowing…
So what can you touch in 24 miles
If you’re faster then light but stop for smiles?
A kiss from the color of a mind called hOurs
7800 days are the exact same colors, and
18.7.2 000 are used the same ways
1872000 are the hours in 7800 days
Two cycles combine to show whats true
And it is inDEEd; what I can show to you
Because I’m not an ’...ist’... or a phd
But I sure can count, in geek.can.ease…

7800 + 1300 = 9100 Soo, I counted…

1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 91 oo… a lot.
...2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13 = 90 o….. and became a square for it ;)

9100 / 20 = 455
9100 / 13 = 700

20×13 = 260 Tzolkin sacred number…
Because we walk on them (26 bones each foot)… all five of us.
... see… there IS one more… and then it’s new.n
:)


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Infinity

Possibly
I lost count
Because I did spend a great amount
Of time lying in bed, thinking of all you've said 
The only cure I have left is the emotions I've bled
In my life, I've been released...I once believed 
I flew away-- chainless and relieved
I lost count 
Infinity


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BLASPHEMOUS ESCAPADE

What stupid fools, with foggy minds


hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil,

trying to convert humanity to ignorancy

religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways


But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding 


and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course.






how does light exist in a world void of darkness.


A God without his polarity 


is like an above without a below.


why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves

Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see.

eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride

Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?,

Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet

ye remain even greater slaves than most


sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken 


though from a hollow bossom .


those with the knowledge, know when to apply it 


in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection.




I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7

"I the lord do and cause all things"

isn't it boring, a world without contradiction


cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good

Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other,

as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle


is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans .


doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously


standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor.






what greater blasphemy than that 


which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title


"confess thy sins my children", he says 


now aint he your lord .





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This Thing We Call Life

So in love, this empty world becomes whole, With him your everything and without him your nothing, Some hold on and others let go, We try to fight these feelings  but some get to out of control, unlike others you feel as if you have full control and you end up losing everything because your heart was so cold.


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Do We Take Our Life For Granted


Do We Take Life For Granted?

I believe that so often we take
our life “for granted.”
Thinking were on this earth
 and “forever planted…”

Scripture says our life is like “a spark in the sky.”
We’re here today...  Tomorrow we may die…

“Where your treasure is”…  “Your heart will also be!”
Have you thought about where you’ll spend eternity?

Everything we need…  God’ s given to us already…
When death knocks at your door.  
Will you be ready?

Your soul has been purchased.  Bought and paid!
The gift of eternal life has, 
through Christ, been made!

The breath that you breathe...  Each day you awake.
Please consider Jesus as your lord…  
Before it’s too late!

Each day we have is a gift from God above…
Another opportunity to be filled with HIS love!

Won’t you take the time to consider life eternal?
So your name can be added to heaven’s journal?

This wonderful life that’ God has given to us…
Why not allow God to come in, 
and give him your trust?

He can change and make you a new person throughout!
He is your creator and is 
what life is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


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A lil'piece of Heaven spiked with Hell

Atop the roof he stands staring out over the city
 
A dark silhouette against the flashing lights
 
Watching the despair and vulnerability
 
Of the unaware mortals with lack of sight.
 
 
 
They don’t see his kind or the dangers that awaits
 
Around every turn; in every aspect of their lives
 
For only their suffering and blood will sedate
 
The demons hungers; only the strong survives
 
 
 
He should be their protector, their saviour
 
But he’s fallen; light tainted by the dark
 
He chose her; sweet lips and divine flavor
 
So now he bares the lost wings mark
 
 
 
Those who’s fallen from God’s grace
 
Destined to roam the earth for eternity
 
A despaired and forgotten race
 
Consumed by Satin’s insanity
 
 
 
He basked in Heaven’s serenity and light
 
But he turned his back for the sin of lust
 
The tantalizing feel of her flesh each night
 
Pleasure so strong it peaks to combust
 
 
 
And sends him spiraling over the edge
 
Deeper and deeper he slips down
 
Closer to Hell; further from Heaven’s refuge
 
Forsaken and alone he is forever bound
 
 
 
To watch man live, love and die
 
To see remorse and God’s forgiveness
 
Never to know it and breach the sky
 
Once more; filled with hate and wrongness
 
 
 
He’s a lil’piece of heaven spiked with hell
 
An angel who has lost his way
 
Jealous of man, so normal and frail
 
Capable of only watching each day


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God Said I AM


God said;  My provision for you
 is more than enough.
I'll see you through when the going gets rough.

I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told.
I am Jehovah...your provider... 
more precious than gold.

I am the sufficient one who's able
 to meet your need.
Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed.

Eat of the Bread of Life that
only I can give!
Allow it to enrich your soul
each day you live. 

Come and drink of my water which
 never shall run dry.
I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai!

I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land.
I am here for you!  Give me your trust and your hand.

Let me do what no other power or God can do.
I am that I am!   I am God!   And I'm here for you!

By Jim Pemberton 


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Life in General

Did you know?
Life comes at you like a sword
Slashing, Crashing, Thrashing, Slice
Heads t'wards you without a word.


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Love Is a Palace

Once i was tricked into believing that true love existed......

Ten thousands of ten thousands
Not one was worth one of her Palaces
My heart the world calloused
But she healed it and she balanced it
Before i was evil, before i was a catalyst
I was already destroying myself and winning the battle
But now that Love has shined on the subject
I think I felt it, I think I touched it
Love brushed me, Love touched me
She put her hand on my head and said "Stand and you are dead"
And the next thing you know there went a bullet full of wind
And where my heart would of been it pierced the sound barrier
Then She took me by the hand and led me down a long corridor
It was lined with happiness on one side and blessings on the other
She said "Look I put all this in front of you"
"And even though you denied me"
"You believed once and that is so unlike you"
" Yes, Timothy I know you by name"
"But how long till you give me your hearts pain"
And then i thought that is Love
And I yielded my clinched fist
And in my palm
She put the keys to a palace and the storm is calmed


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Fathom

 

The depths descend 
Past the boundaries
Of human conception
Of realistic features
Of one’s ideals.

So deep; distant 
So many cranks yet,
So much order.

...Tick...Tick...

Spin,
Wind,
Apply the pressure
Or... it will.

Trepidation.
Do not act so scared my child
It starts for you,
Ends for me.

Sit on my lap if you will,
I have a story to tell you
One that shall
Tell the tale.

Take this,
My soul,
My life
This piece so close to my heart.

Hold it,
Remember;
Remember the stories
All the twists and turns
Cranks and spins
Needed to get here.

S-521592
1, 2, 3
4, 5, 6
7, 8, 9
Ten... eleven...
Twelve.

Time...
An asset.
A force in its own.
So controlling.
So exhilarating.
So...
Annihilating.

It takes things away,
Brings them to life,
Tells us what the difference is between day and night.
Gives us things to look forward to
And to look back on...

This.
Is key,
Is life,
Is death,
Is money,
Time is ticking; Fathom it.


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The One For Me

It was you who told me 
Everything I wanted to hear
For you loved all that I loved entirely.
It was you who enslaved my eyes
With your amazing heirs of grace, style and charisma
Making sure that they never strayed nor told more lies.
It was you who convinced me to take a walk that day 
And begin the greates experience of my life
For we walked, talked and kissed the whole day away.
And I wished that you were the one for me.

It was you who placed your heart within my palms
So that I could breathe it, so that I could feel it beat.
But it was so great that I could barely hold it in my arms.
It was you who took hold of mine
And suddenly, you became its beat!
A beat that beat all others so now only it does shine.
It was you who became my hearts greatest beat
For you set new standards for beats everywhere
Making the rest of them cower and retreat.
And I thought that you were the one for me.

And now I'm a little upset  you see.
For I am not in control of  yself  when you are near
And this is not me normally.
It is me now 
Whom you've captured in an emotional net
A net that knows no gloom nor any form of sorrow.
It is my nights of sleeping in peace 
That I have given up for you 
For I get lost when I am with you.
Lost in your smile, lost in your arms,
Lost in that myterious universe in your eyes.
And its me now who is beginning to enjoy being lost in you
For the feeling is unique and unadulterated.
Left untouched by dirty hands, 
But I still wonder, are you the one for me?


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Abstract of Now

Sunsets of imagined colors disburse
on a thought,
as
they do not exist
   in this moment
of Now.
Nothing sits on your tongue
   of tomorrow
where nothing
    nothing
IS
    that cannot
be
    cannot be
in this very instant
of you
          in the Now of we.

Do you not see?


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Divided in two

Two parallel Worlds divide my body and mind in two.

One World holds my heart, while the other holds my limp body.

One World shows the life i'v held in my heart, where there is good and there is bad, but everything in that World always ends in good.

The other World shows the life i'v feared for years, where there is nothing but bad, but everything ends in death.

I'v lived in both Worlds.
I'v hurt in both Worlds.

Both seem neither good nor bad at times.

But the funny thing is... 
OUR world today is what those two Worlds have become.

( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)



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Freedom

We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional inside and out?
Why are we painstakingly tracking down a getaway away from this mystifying dilemma? What is all this venturing about?
If we are swaying in the rhythm of faultless jolliness, why are we vexing about the departure of our best friend?
It isn’t in our control…so get a grip or we'll fall!
If we build up our friendship, we'll have wounds to mend
So stop your blaming and cursing or we'll be in appall 

If we are all leaders, why are we panicking?

We are all leaders…we aren’t senseless pleaders!
So face your phobias and get out of the deserted state!
We are all leaders…we will not give in, vile deceivers!
Saunter out of sight, so we won’t meet our unsettling fate!

You meddled with our cries
So don't point fingers, you insidious devil
And forced us to believe your jaded lies
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I don't want to consider your excuses, for our truth stands still

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we not meant to be?
If we are living in pure happiness, why are we battered and bent?
If I am living in pure happiness, why am I not free?
Could we ever discard this horrifying dilemma that pounds on us like cement?


We must act like a leader—tough and vigilant
Striving to survive!
We must mimic like a leader—buff and independent
Struggling to stay alive!

Disregard the mourning state;
Drive out the defiant enemies and make them face their damnations
So we can joyfully integrate and negotiate
You’d do me a favor to cease your supplications!  


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Life Ever End-ing




      -----

Death is not the end
To life it-self
Fore-
If God wasn't here
    Then
Where dose' all of these
Great Miracle's
Keep coming from
       ------
Life is not an ending
Unto Death
Fore-
Death unto Life
Is just the beginning

            GF


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Moral Philosophy (suite)

From the edge of WTC
The world can now see
For the first time in history
I believe in God’s prophecy.

The pursuit of Happiness is my goal
My emotion is something I can’t control
Success is what I’m seeking for at school
But obstacles make me feel so uncool.

No one really takes a moment
To welcome the time of the judgment
No one really knows, hereby
The philosophy we live by.

Despite all, God is watching over us
In this darkness, we have to be cautious.
This worldwide crisis won’t last long,
If faith and hope are quite far along.


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Bond And Find Yourself

Grasp the bonding freedom,
Captivate me in an everlasting wisdom,
Tickling our favorable endeavors 

Bond and find our way out of temptation 
Find yourself in this hovering world of lust 
Learn to trust this knowledge and find yourself 
In a bonding life

Grasp the bonding freedom,
Captivate me in an everlasting wisdom,
Tickling our favorable endeavors 

Find yourself
Without these favors in mind 
Bond the unseen knowledge
Plead that you'll not miss a single moment...make up a pledge: 
Flaws will try to prevail 
Don't give up...don't fail 

Bond yourself in this Wisdom 
And you'll know 
How to find yourself...you'll be seeking more and more truth
That's not all you'll know...there's more in the future! 

Learn to trust this knowledge and find yourself 
In a bonding life


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In Dreams

 In dreams
 We see things
 That we know
 Do not exist
 When we wake.
 But...
 That doesn't prevent us
 From missing them.


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A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


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Nurture This Child Heavenly Father

A nurturing cradle of light
a new born's first love, first insight
a lesson instilled to always fight for what is right
thy loving hand of god take this child out beyond the heights

A mystery unknown, as new eyes search profound
each word, each whisper, a curious sound
a tiny spirit intrigued, so free and unbound
a sense, a need, a purpose is found

Oh' cradle of light
protect this child through the realm of each night
provide wisdom, knowledge and loving insight 
hollow hands of thee, a precious spirit invite


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She watches.

She watches as no one moves 
She wonders where she is at 
Taken by a man she has no clue of 
She wonders if he will ever let her go 
She wonders why he ever took her 
She wonders where her family is 

I wonder everyday when this girl will be found 
I keep watching and hoping she will appear 
I watch the family 
Leaves are falling 
So are tears 
The sun is shining 
When rain should be pouring down 

What a sick man to take a young girl 
With potentional to be someone 
To make something out of her life 
To be someone that other people would be jealous of 
To have a family and make people proud 
Because of this man 

No one will ever know if she have this this 
No one will ever know if she will be coming back home 
No one ever wants to think that she will not be coming home
No one wanted to ever see this girl leave
This world is not what everyone expected 

For you kayla I wish that you will be found 
Be happy with your family 


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Free

Dancing shades across the sea,
past and present visions we see.
In joy, in delight, in pure and sublime,
in He are we.

Dissispated heros and obliterated dreams,
replaced by the untouchable One.
Ended journeys have been here and gone.

Divided thoughts are no more,
impossible do's and don'ts of man.
Probable cause and possiblity decending down.

Decisions must we make,
let us go to the Word and find sweet relief.
Angered, never!
Simple is life concluded in us.

Death hath no more reign,
life in us is ours and true.
Undried tears and wet pillows,
all we see is weeping willows.

Decisions in us thus to be guided,
directed are we.
A path before us laid out in  love,
and shined upon from our father above.

Daring winds only now blow,
past and presently owned.
Through this life we travel on,
with our beloved, tomorrow is already here.

Dancing stars and amazing grace,
a perfectly faced painting.
No blotches to cover or smears to smooth,
just look and see.

Definate freedom coming ever nearer,
the only way laid out before us.
Soon to be in glory, just waiting.

Devested thoughts, 
impure imagination He'll wash away.
How long?
Only one to whom we belong.

Darkness before us, blacker than night,
 falling all around us.
No light thus to see, without the Devine and only,
perfect One we love.

Dutchess' and kings are we,
no darkness ought be in us.
Kicking out on spreaded wings,
we'll fly away on wings of God's love.

Dare to make a stand for the One who died for us,
who gave His all to deliver us from ourselves,
just and righteous,
He lives forever.

Doubt has no place to call home,
though it comes and goes.
Our Saviour is the cross we know,
He's the One who is risen.

Dancing moon and shining sun,
forbear not each new day.
It's a loss that can never be,
while we wait at Jesus' bay.

(c) December 29, 07
Rosemarie Schrock


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Void of Progression

There is no destiny too small

“For all the world’s a stage”

And we all have parts to play

Too many minds are in a cage

They can’t hear what their hearts are trying to say

 

Mirrored images reflect silent

Shadows in the night

The dying of the light, too violent

To be captured in the conscious sight

But small wonders that should astound

Go by and by unnoticed

And die with out a sound

Candle wax that drips and falls

On the tattered pages of my book

A picture image of enchantment

That is permitted not a second look

But holds more beauty than a rose that thrives

Though that faded majesty survives

If only in my memory

 

The honored heroes trapped in stone

As if saints and angels dare to weep

Their holy congregation born

Of promises no man could keep

For beauty in it’s modern form

Consists of statues in the storm

 

For there in lies a nature dark

Of which we dare not speak

Tiny frailties leave no mark

Nor no glory seek

 

Poverished light that can not gleam

For the penalties we owe

And lies in the dark, afraid to dream

But as we beckon, will not go


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The day before tommorow

The day before tomorrow
The day of today

Every given moment
Oh the prices people pay

Any time
Any place
Any background 
Any race

The fight for freedom is dormant
We must quicken the pace
Dictatorship is upon
Communism we unknowingly face

Yet there is still hope
Just a thread, a trace

Regardless of color
Regardless of size
We must all unite
And stand up to fight
For somewhere an innocent woman cries
About all of this violence

Yet in the midst of the violence does it truly matter
About what shade of skin meets the eye
For we are all red
Deep inside


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Are You Hiding A Secret Sin


Have you been trying to hide a “secret” sin?
In this effort, is it causing trouble within?

Perhaps you’re not that ashamed of it.
But you have only yourself to blame for it!

You’ve read about others on t.v. and get confused.
“It’ll never happen to me.”  
“I’m not going to lose!”

But, as you get more tangled  and “inner-twined.”
You have more of a lost and confused mind.

This sin that you think can’t “pull you down.”
You’ve tried.  But victory over this, can’t be found!

Christ tells you that there’s one 
choice to be made!
It’s either freedom from this, 
or being it’s slave!

No matter how much you may try to “sweep it.”
You’re only going to be miserable, if you keep it!

Give it to Jesus!  Surrender everything to him!
He has the power to destroy the grip of sin!

Only he has the awesome power and ability.
To bring to your life freedom and stability!

Don’t allow this “secret sin”  to destroy your soul!
Be free in Christ!  He can 100% make you whole!

Now is the time to come to him in confession!
So his love, not your sin, 
will be your obsession!

By Jim Pemberton


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no news

the post man said "no mail today"
my heart broke it two...
again today
I thought I was going to die right there
another day,
with no news of survival
how do i manage to let my life go on
when his has  gone and passed away
my mind tells me he's out there some where
but no news from him
no letters
no card
not even two men dressed in suits
My mind wonders
as I try and distract myself
the news comes on
and I watch ever second
hopeing to see your face
just walk by
but as soon as I heard your voice
I knew
I didn't need news
I didn't need a letter or card
because there is no you
well at least not anymore


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THERE'S A GOD


There's a God
and another sordid god.

No,
never more your insult
not in this life, or in another.

We will be separated
There's a narrow line
between those who love
and those who hate.

There's a God
and another sordid god.

Patricia Evans


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We are silent, we are still


Tak, tak, tak, tak
goes the gun;
in a raid of the dawn.
Ahh, Ahh
screams the child,
into fractured world born.
Shredded:
a body, another life torn.

Rhyming' old news.
So what's so good about today's?
Running from the real blues?
A recession of compassion;
inaction for gold:
a silencing transaction.
Silence falls on fields of killing.
We lie in our pity:
sticky and shitty the despair.
The answers we are taught;
range from don't know-
to don't care.
I know I would play my part
if I knew where to start
...would I?
I know something of the pain around
but how to give in?
How to die?

So many
beyond the overflow line,
sickened;
dining on these old platitudes.
We've needed something wider,
deeper.
His unattainable beatitudes
Demanding another
to play the game;
the same death creeps in.
Allowing His goodness
to bring only shame.
The blame we spin.
When we are uncomfortable,
our culture threatened.
We are loud and hate-filled,
love easily abandoned.
But when the straight evil
of theft, rape and murder
elsewhere comes to kill.
When hunger steals another
and war a thousand more.

Then we are silent then we are still.



"If you want to serve the age, betray it."


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And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free

				AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR} 
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
  


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jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


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The Beginning of the End


That’s how it ends 

So, this is it.

when we lose it all

but

this is not the End

This is only

The Beginning of the End


Details | Free verse | |

I Dreamed of Jesus

His eyes, they do pierce...
Sharper than the points of the nails
That punctured his hands and feet,
More accurate than the blade of the spear
That drove blood and water from his side.

Last night, I was sitting at a drawing table
(Whether I was writing or drawing,
Or preparing to do so, I do not know.)
In a room without walls with the table lamp on.
Both my arms were on the table top
As light from the west stretched shadows
To the east until they were no more.
His figure drew near, but He was not alone.
Mirjana held his left hand like a royal.  
Her hair was up, and she was in a long gown.
She was enveloped with light like one of his angels.
Her facial expression was that of Eve in the arms of God
Being carried to Adam, who was about to be touched.
When I looked at Him, it seemed my eyes closed;
But His face still came to me.  Through my eye lids,
I surveyed His image.  It was the whitest white
Mingled with the gold of sunrise, translucent 
From head to toe; He was floating toward me
With a smile on His face.  His hair was long and brown;
But the light made it look white;  His teeth were straight.
His full beard appeared like his hair, and then...


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Classicism | |

Creation

Who made the sun
That brightens the world;
Who made the moon,and a million stars
That send ripples of light in the darkness
And the silver glows in the hot afternoon.

Who made the air
That cools me on a afternoon;
Who made the gentle summer breeze
From the sea;
Who sends the rain;
Who have my life.


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Discussions with a deity

Discussions with a deity 

Let’s talk about G-d
Let’s talk about your connection with G-d
Let’s talk about Him/It and
How you converge here in
This public forum 
In this place of G-dlyness 
Let’s walk in to the holy of holies 
And proclaim our worth 
And right
Together
Here, holding hands

Let’s talk about kosher
Let’s talk about candles 
Let’s talk about when you 
Decided you would/wouldn’t
Eat with G-d’s thanks on your food
Prepare the table
Smell the spices
How the wandering and the diaspora 
Grabbed your innate senses
And rebelled 

Let’s catagorise prayer, practice 
And life and judge ourselves 
And each other as we walk precariously 
On the path of the land


Details | Kimo | |

Love Exists

Love exists for a perfect world now gone.

A little taste of our past,

and a future to come.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Root of Inspiration

I set out on a quest today,
Compelled to write a poetic story,
I thought perhaps I’d write about,
The mind in its’ infinite glory,
While philosophizing life
I wondered, what is inspiration?
So I continued on my noble journey,
Through the minds vast imagination,
I was full of motivation,
As I made my faithful way,
And neurological obstacles,
Kept getting in my way,
Soaring through the universe,
I came unto a vibrant light,
As i set my hand upon it,
I was filled with divine insight,
The gleaming light then vanished,
And an angel had appeared,
Dressed in a robe of white,
Dawned with a halo in her hair,
A silky voice then asked me,
Is it knowledge you require?
She said again as if she’d known,
Then ask what you desire,
I was wondering where it was,
That inspiration is derived,
Then as I came unto the light,
I’d understood as I arrived.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Acrostic | |

Wait A Minute

Pause a moment for Jesus
Asked not why
Solance is golden
Solidarity is the key 
Obscurity becomes nil
Victory shall be ours
Eternal flame flickers
Relic in thy body of Christ our Lord




{Amen}


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You'd Think Living For God Is A Bad Thing


You’d Think Living For God Is A “Bad thing.”

You’d think living for God is a “bad thing.”
Many have tried to remove him from everything!

As millions of lives are on drugs, sex and dope.
It’s no wonder why many have given up hope!

Just when we need God the most...  He’s cast out!
We’re discovering what a 
“Godless society” is all about!

Who are you  going to turn to when you need help the most?
Are you serving the true God? 
 Or chasing a “ghost?”

I don’t care how many courts say he does not belong.
His words are truth.  They’re powerful and STRONG!

He brings help and healing in his arms divine.
He’s still the same God thru the passing of time!

Behold the Glory of the Lord and his righteousness!
It’s only in him that America find true happiness!

Jesus is coming soon in his glory and splendor.
He wants for you to be with him now and forever!

Whatever people say…  God does love you!
He is here right now and wants to be with you!

God...  Not the government is your true supply.
He is Jehovah...  He is El Shaddai!

Won’t you come to him and 
make him your friend?
You’ll find true hope and 
an atonement for sin!

By Jim Pemberton


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Eight

the beatitudes dwell amongst the meek
I am the number of justice and fullness
if I am divided I am still equal 
strong and pure I have proven longevity 
I am poor in spirit, so that I might gain
divided twice I am still strength an cannot be changed
I am pure
I am merciful
I am of the infinite
and I rest within persecution 
I am Eight


Details | Free verse | |

The Divine

He passes through the forest
without moving blades of grass;
enters waters without causing a ripple;
lives beyond the cage of time.

Mystery is His signature;
untainted benevolence is His nature.


Date: 14/07/14


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Deciphered the shanty man's worthless old un

not much about the De nada 																	   	puck pigeons peck the Morse coda 																 bogus devil cant 																		nothing hidden all revealed      																	a cappella slang bell tilled          																	 no shelta to rant


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Qristalynn Queen [Featured 3/9/09]

Unabashedly he looks at her,
He knows her truth, yet doesn’t utter.
She hides in glass and forms a shell,
He sees her heart, but can’t define it.

Ashamedly she ponders his eyes,
Such beauty in their witnessings.
He barely notices her stare,
Until it bores right through him.

He takes a peek, and sees a skull,
Hovering where her head should lie.
Is it a vision, or is it the truth,
He doesn’t know and can’t divine it.

Wheeled upon a golden carriage,
She is encased in glass but thrice.
He sees the faults within the shields,
He can but doesn’t free her life.

A harmonious tune of sanctity,
Deliciously coated with her poison.
Does it sting when you bite it,
Yes, but he can’t decline it.


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When I Needed Someone You Weren't There

When I Needed Someone… You Weren’t There! When I needed someone the most. You wouldn’t listen. You said; “There’s too many things in life I don’t want to be missin.’” When I knocked on your door. And asked you to pray… You said; “don’t bother me!” “Just go away!” When I was going through a hard time. I called your home. You really got upset. And hung up the phone! When I was at a very low point of much discouragement. Not once… Did you offer any kind of encouragement! I’ve thought about everything that has been said. At times, I wonder if I “was better off dead.” It’s almost like you wish “I wasn’t there at all.” You never talk to me. Or give a call. Should I attempt to call on the same Jesus, you claim to know? Would he listen to me… Or simply tell me to GO??? If I make an attempt to call on his name… Would he get upset like you? And complain? What do you suggest that I do? Especially that I don’t really have anyone else to turn to… Will Jesus turn his back on me… The way you did? Without any hope or meaning… I have no reason to live. I think I’m going to take the time, and ask Jesus to come in… Perhaps this is the way that I can really find a FRIEND! By Jim Pemberton 11/03/11


Details | Free verse | |

Lights Out

Blessings--
Lit your candles upon us!

Take away the dreams that has driven the dawn away
Pour forth your light and gather up our muffled meditations
We muse morning to night whilst curses haunt the atmosphere
Thunderous greed strikes my weary soul again
Flee from us, you loathsome creatures...now we are letting out horrifying fear
Pour down your sunlit desires and hear our hesitations,
Taken away by the nightmares-- then it's all gone

Let there be light,
God!




Details | Free verse | |

Parchement

On this parchment
I am forced to write
That of which I cannot speak

On this oh so delicate paper
I am enraptured
by my under lying thoughts

On this meager piece of material
And this once sharp pencil
I try to express the deepest of emotions

On this once blank loose leaf
That I now read to it's fullest
I find that though I wrote about nothing

On this one piece of parchment
About nothing at all it seems
Is full of something you feel, not just see


Details | Free verse | |

To See

To learn make mistakes
to live sacrifice
to believe, let go
to know, believe 
In order to be . . . first you must see!


Details | Haiku | |

Septuagint

How, through translation

beyond what law and prophets

Dare say in Hebrew.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Leave some to dangle

So the selective process 

Saves lasting theories.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

To see through scripture,

as if autumn had fallen

before it began.

 

Translation
איך, דרך תרגום מעבר למה

 שחוק ונביאים מעזים אומר בעברית.

 עזוב כמה לתלות לכן התהליך

 הבררני חוסך תאוריות בר קימא.

 לראות דרך כתב קודש,

 כאילו סתו נפל לפני זה התחיל.


Details | I do not know? | |

What Time Is It

What Time Is It?

Is it a.m.?  It is p.m.?  Sunrise?  Sun Set? Coffee time?  Tea time? Maybe it’s  time to unwind?

Animal know the time, nature know time. Maybe its mankind that has a problem with time.

Why do they say 24X7?  What’s wrong with 32X11? Would that get us closer to heaven?

A time for Church, a time for the offering, a time for preaching. Time to go to sleep, time to count sheep. Time to behave and not be a slave.

Time for work, time for pain and hurt. Time for happiness, gladness and sadness. 
Um! Even a time for timeout.  

Me and you, what are we going to do?

A time to  love and a time to thank him above.  Jimmy! Yes mom, ready for a treat, take a seat. Time to eat.
Dr. “G”


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #312 / Buddha

Gee, it’s been awhile since I’ve
talked about Buddha.
Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha
Buddha Buddha Buddha Buddha
Buddha


Details | Free verse | |

YOU ARE

You are, and not as feared...
just a birthing and a dying,
nothing before, nothing after.

No, that is your body (and
brain)-- but you are,
forever, without beginning,
without ending, a soul
stepping briefly out of eternity
into a fragile shell alone and lost 
in a world of life and death, 
sunrise and sunset, desire and 
regret. Yet you forget what you
truly are-- the very breath of God.

And so you blunder through this
dream-speckled life like an orphaned
child hungering for home.


Details | Haiku | |

Jesus Haiku

Jesus, tell me what
heaven, hell, and God are like.
Like, quiz me on it.


Details | Elegy | |

Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?


Details | Lyric | |

Admonished

They spread across the table
to sway injuries of oak stained smothers, 
Just as though my values in obscure realities, 
comfortable by the sound of thrashing drums, 
the acoustic vigilant in the distance... 

The spread carried little suspense...
and emerged in the deck, 
a prophet 
somehow who silenced the room 
as he turned his back, 
then unearthed a whispered truth, 
admonished such self-deceit
in an underworld of resisted certainty, 
wasting the lives of those I love 
countering gifts of wisdom

No wheels would spin he told, 
Though quickly change is in each gust, 
Reached deep into the robe, and revealed
2 wands I now hold 
upside down in doubt of all my courage, 
defeated behind a coverlet of denial.

Yet in the distance...
as I consumed what I knew to be true, 
There was glimpse 
a High Priest who smiled, 
delivered 9 wands of fire
told me experience 
will draw me out of any doubt, 

and so my thoughts then vestured on you, 
allowed myself to retrace, 
and I stirred with belief as I requested faith, 
Then dared to ask a Priest so High
to show me what love might convey...
and upon waters of tainted dreams
and the lady who should carry hope 
Was fear.. 
then in a moment of vulnerability
the moon pounced 
just to tell me I was fooling myself, 
and priest laid the last sign for me that night..
my duty to accept the card of disillusioned.
but I don't know.


Details | I do not know? | |

Jugglers play

To learn faith worshiped to an infidel 
To find God look in you heart 
To win heaven bows to your ideal 
To impress one , listen his art 

Life is jugglers play out of your gate 
Invert all things, sing and dance 
To learn this mystery, went to an illiterate 
Every one is wicked, every one is great 

Look at your sky call your guiding star 
Ask from it, is it know its way? 
Goal of your life is not too far 
A bud turns to rose in swing of ray 

To tame one please play a game 
To win please lose and congratulate him 
Heart wants no more but fame 
In darkness moon always smiles on his name 
One should win for himself not for others 
are we  loser, no its only a blame 


Details | Free verse | |

A Wandering Knight


A wandering knight
wambling in an endless road

Thinking to himself

Where the others are?
Taking care of what?

Who am I?
but a fading footprint

on a dark empty land
under a starless sky

seized by roaring shadows
and delusive hopes


Details | I do not know? | |

Ever Wonder--- How tis be--After we pass through doorway of Life--Eternity

Ever wonder
What tis be like
For when we pass
Through the door way
of life....

Ever Wonder???
Tis be...
Yes I do.. for tis
I memo pass time
I was out of my body
and floating in mid air
yet... no one knew I was there
but yet... they seen my body
just laying there...
and I seen them...
but yet.. twas strange

For tis be...
I floating....
nothing touching me..
I felt enourmous peace...
no pain.. 
I not even feel a body..
you know think about this...
as you sit reading my write...
pause a moment...
wiggle your toes..
you feel them.. right??
well imagine.. 
you not have toes.. 
or a arm or leg.. tis gone
well tis like that..
you not feel your body..
for tis you not in the body
but in Spirit.. 

Tis yes... it was for just a small bit of time
but I noticed allot...

Praise to God..
For allowing me
to know what tis be like
someday... when time tis be
I wonder.. tis be the same
when time.. go be with Our Lord
Our Savior... Jesus Christ...

Come to Jesus
While there is still time
for no one knows when tis their time to go
or when Jesus will return for us
to take us heaven for eternity... with Him...



Details | I do not know? | |

The Choice Is Yours

The end is near 
Though many do not fear 
Only few keep watch
With his name they keep in touch

Some have eyes and do not see
Living in iniquity they believe is to be free
The wise keeps the word
To flee the sword

Crux of the matter is life or death
To keep clean or drown in dirt
Be free or be in chains
Eternal joy or forever pains

The choice is yours
As time lingers on


Details | Rhyme | |

God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay

God Brought Me Out Of The Miry Clay… God brought me out of the miry clay… He set my feet on a solid rock to stay! God brought me out of the deep pit I was in… He gave to me a peace and a joy within! God brought me out of hopelessness and despair… And took me into his mercy and care! God brought me out of a desperate situation… And extended to me his gift of salvation! God brought me out… When everything seemed lost! And helps me to focus on Christ’ victory at the cross! God brought me out… When no one else “gave me the time.” He restored my life and gave me peace of mind! God can do the same for you… As he did for me! He desires to be with you for eternity! God can bring you out of whatever trials you may face. He’ll bring joy to your heart… And provide a “resting place.” God can do for you what no other power can do! He is still the same God. And will forever LOVE YOU! By Jim Pemberton 12/22/11


Details | I do not know? | |

Cowboy

So strong and self assured
He rides alone always wanting more
Never satisfied with what's between those fences
His spirit will wake up your wildest senses

By the cross and thorns that is emblazoned on his arm
His substance runs deeper than his cowboy charm
A tame Christian man with a spirit wild
A man of God, he is your child

His reckless nature will never subside
Yet humble he still has his foolish pride
His heart is bigger than the tallest mountain high
And you feel weak when you look into his eyes

His hands so rough yet so soft to touch
For him no ride is ever too much
He welcomes the mystery that comes in the night
A lover at heart born ready to fight

The complexity of this cowboy man
Every woman dreams with him she would stand
Alone, looking at the midnight moon
In her dreams, she whispers...sometime soon

 






Details | Carpe Diem | |

Let Me

Let me stand in the darkness, beneath the moon...

Let me quickly die, as the outside slowly fades...

Let me be alone some times, to remind me of your love...

Let me cleave to the hands, that hold all my tears...

Let there be more moments of bliss, of joy, of faith...

Let the One within be magnified!

(c) February 14,08
Rosemarie Schrock


Details | Rhyme | |

Rains Of Surreal

There were clouds from the sky
To be a little darker then before
Some thoughts in sacrifice to deny
The ever mist in darken haze to recall

And the walked path was an unsheltered one
He who bears the weight of unnoticed vapour
Should be realized to have unflustered thoughts come undone
For he who thinks will thoughts be flooded lesser!

That be pure and impure to see
For a path of evil may well be a course to undertake
To understand the substances of purity
To then walk perhaps the dream-fill path in wake

As the rain becomes heavier in turn
It only meant for the routes be harder to view
To be drench toward a point of no-return
Guess not the unseen road but be sure of surreal!

Mayhaps an after-rain be of rain an after
To share the affair and to embrace as one… the unknown
And to walk is the path already be taken forever
Yet the rain, hasn’t me to recall of those being shown


Details | I do not know? | |

His promised portrait

A thousand jewels tumble from sunlit Heavens,
betwixt them a Creator's canvassed covenant.
Gentle revelation, another miracle of life - witnessed. 


Details | Blank verse | |

gunplay one

Gunplay  1

They don´t have guns in heaven only tooth picks,
but god has got a golden gun, given to him by
the producer of James Bond movies. 
He toys with it just for fun when newcomers
arrive, but most of the time the gun is on top
of the bible he wrote once upon a time.
Not that he has copyright, he will be the first
to tell you, but with the help of strange people
who insisted he had spoken to them.
Sometimes when god is alone he put the gun 
to his temple and…click... nothing happens
it is all in jest or is it? Infinity can be a burden.
 Now, if you wonder about the tooth picks,
angels like to welcome you with a bright smile. 


Details | Narrative | |

Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 
light!
 
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Stay Always Close to Christ

Tis be.. just got a phone call
Tis a man.. said..
For me to go..
To their place of a church 
For they all want to sanctify me…
To cleanse me from all my sins..
And to do some process 
of some healing powers over me
And tis set me free…
But tis be.. 
               I am in best of health…
But then tis be…
They would make sure I was well
Taken care of… 
                     setting me free

This man.. said…make sure to come… 
be there
or we shall come for you…
By 9 am… 

I told this man… I shall not
But tis man said.. they will not 
take no for an answer

Tis be as I told my body guard..
He said… yes.. he knows
They already told him
And they know where I live
As he preparing for in morning… 

As tis be… I must address
Tis be unto My Heart's Love…
if I am unable to come back
For tis some reason… 
God only knows 
Then I tis be Don’t ever forget…
"I Love you... True"..
You behold such Radiant light
You are Amazingly Beautiful
Inside and out..  no doubt…
for God Made You..  Unique..
 God does NOT make Mistakes
“You are More” 
                       then you know…
Precious.. tis be

Love you..  ~Always~  Love me…

Precious Friends.. 
Tis be so.. Please beware 
for within tis world such evil lurks
for tis be.. these are the end times...
There tis be..  Now
For tis I been seeing allot of
False Prophets, False Teachers,
False Preachers... 
Claiming they are Saints

Please Stay Always Close to Christ...
For with Him.. He Saves Your Life
Here and now.. and Eternity...
All as God Wills... 
                       All in God's plans..

Shine Your Light For Christ..
Never let go... 
                      Always Glow... 
              With God's Glorious Love...

Come to Jesus...


Details | I do not know? | |

Ow --How He Loves---He Loves Me Like Crazy

Ow... How he Loves me so..
He Really does
Just think... Wow
He Loves me... 
                         Like CRrraazzy!!!

Just Knowing  that He... 
that he... 
that he... Truly 
Really Loves me!!!

I mean.. Wow... 
Can You believe this???
He.. For Real... 
He Loves Me!!... 
For me.... 
He Loves... Unconditionally...

Yes... just think about it
Ow... How God Loves... YOU!!!
Just the same... 
Yes.... He Loves  YOU... Like CRraazzy... too!!!!..

Did You know this???

Come to Jesus...
Know how Much God Loves US... 
                           Ow How He Loves Us... Like Crazy!!!

Ow.. Jesus... I Love you... too... Like Crazy!!!


Details | ABC | |

Fire

A fire in my heart
Blazes brightly- for the entire world to see
Caressing the wind
Dancing on the wood
Effortlessly glowing
Feverishly hot


Details | Free verse | |

What Im made of

I will cure you of all your pain:
The lie that inflamed you,
The game that betrayed you.

I will cure you of all your shame:
The pity that distained you,
The past that retained you.

I will cure you of all your insecurities:
The shallow thoughts that enslaved you,
The mindless torture that ereased you.

Your eyes will close.
Seated firmly in a chair.
Positioned in a room.
Flashing lights.
Beaming bulbs.
A single drip of sweat,
And you will be cured.


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God's Plan For Marriage


God’s Plan for Marriage… There’s a truth that remains since the beginning of time. God created man and woman. And had one thing in mind. From the dust of the ground, Adam was formed. From his side came Eve. A new life was “born!” God’s design for marriage became very evident and clear… If not for Adam and Eve, none of us would be here! Marriage is a blessing from God. A gift from God above. A man and a woman come together as an expression of their love. Anything different than one man and woman is perverted. This is a lie from our culture that is trying to be “inserted.” God gave us all a natural love with a strong ambition. To come as a husband and wife is a God given intention! Read from the books of Genesis thru Revelation… God’s idea of marriage is for any person or nation. Many can try to change what God has already designed. It’s no wonder why so many have “confused” minds. Let’s come back to God and trust him with our life! The one who set up marriage as; “one husband and one wife!” By Jim Pemberton


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Love: bound and unbound

Let love fly
=
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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The Ancient Deception


Injured Soul
Fainted Eyes

Returning
from where?

Weary feet
Weak arms

Treading
toward where?

Struggled
in vain battles

Fighting
delusive enemies

Erred by
a deception

The ancient deception


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Passing through the Devil

Look into the eyes of the shadowed devil.

Wander through the faceless lies,
Hope and prey you'll get inside.

So maybe then you'll come out the other side.


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In this box

In this box
(that I hold tightly against my body, afraid it might slip away the next time I fall
six sides 
so easy to examine 
to carry
to show to anyone who will stop for just a moment
so simple; there are no secrets
nothing that cannot be explained)
we say is the being that spoke life— who
surrounds everything, is
infinitely bigger than anything that has ever claimed hugeness
than all things that have ever been (back to before the first man smiled at the first woman) 
and will be (until time stops and we spin in the glow of an eternal smile)
than existence. 

It is any wonder that
(as we come with our nice neat list of the contents of our sacred cube)
no one will listen to our proclamations of salvation?
After all, who was ever saved by something smaller than herself?

So small, it fits directing into our hearts
and goes no further.


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Hate, Death, and Destruction vs. Creativity

Never would I have believed,
Such things could be true,
That people would conceive such evil,
In their unGodly desire to hurt you...

Your crime?: existence
You have no right-
Just ask a holocaust survivor
of their Nazi plight...

Ask the dead in lower Manhattan,
Slain for a version of God,
In Arabic, not Hebrew or Latin
Or innocent blacks hanging from a tree
The Klu Klux Klan's reaped crop, for all to see...

I sometimes wonder if I want..
to be part of this world...
And just when I think I'm sure,
That this is not where I want to be,
Some sweet, innocent soul comes along,
to much befuddle me,...

I've lately found a treasure trove,
of just such wonderful people,
Who's very existence stopped me
from "flying the coop"...
'Cause these are my wonderful
poet-friends,
From good old PoetrySoup.


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My Grass in the Desert

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!


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The Hidden Me

Walking through life all alone, 
I live my life in monotone.
Watching the days go by, 
I sit and wonder, why?
What purpose do I serve? 
What is it to just exist? 
Wandering blind in a veil of mist.
If the sun were to shine on me, 
Could I open my mind and see?
Would I use my heart and soul? 
Would I find what hatred once stole?
Young in life, my innocence lost, taken, 
My mind frozen with fear, trust violently shaken.
Unable to shed a tear, my paranoia blatantly real.
Emotions unexpressed congeal. 
My eyes leave nothing unguarded,
The real me checked and carded. 
Awaiting a person who possesses the key, 
To open the door and kill the pain inside me.
                                                 Summer Gratias


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Engagement

Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts
and into his anointed King do make our boasts
by his Love descends the latter rain
evidence that soon be he among us again

As the tares mature in the fields of wheat
we know that soon the harvest will complete
and thrust he will the sickle into the fields
collect the ripened fruit with her yields

For his servants do speak the proclamations
that Jesus will descend and rule the nations
and those he knows will collect to himself
for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth

Tis but a remnant left upon your earth
who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth
Gods woman has been faithful and true
because she knows her place is with you

She carries out her husbands Word
teaches the household of God things she's heard
understanding and wisdom of heart has gained
turned not left or right but on path remained

These Words are faithful and true
for Father by his Son does by Love renew
mankind searches the earth looking for treasure
but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure

The contractions of birth have begun
the Kingdom produced will be her Son
only those who have the Father known
will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne

For in submission have given their life
the engagement of virgins who become his wife
cultivate the fields that God does plant
her work is manifest and Word extant

There can only one True Church be
who have trimmed their lamps for eternity
like living stones her foundations built
Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt

With tenderness has shown her his Love
to guide her footsteps before Father above
with purity of heart and without guile
her robes are cleansed from things that defile

She has not hidden her husbands light
and with his guidance teaches wrong from right
her Love of God shines brightly through night
to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight

Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord
for the Words of God and Truth have we adored
into your sanctuary and church have fled
away from the World whose living is dead

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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When A Simple God Bless You Isn't Enough



When A Simple “God Bless You,” Isn’t Enough… I’m here to tell you that when “the going gets rough.” A simple, “God bless you!” May not be enough! Just when you think things in life are getting you down… And perhaps there’s not a friend anywhere to be found… Perhaps you find yourself right there! Let me encourage you to try some prayer! Jesus is as close as the mention of his name! With him in control, things will never be the same! He’ll speak peace to the raging waters of life’s ocean. And will give to you, his 100% “love potion!” He’ll bring peace and healing to your heart and home. He’s always there with you! You’re NEVER alone! The chains of discouragement will simply disappear. His perfect love will cast out all fear! He’ll pick up the pieces of life that are broken. As you allow his words of love and hope to be spoken! He’ll do for you what no power or god can do! He’s here right now He’s waiting for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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The dark forest

Crossroads. So many of them, but which one leads me to the right path? Will I wander down the dark one and be entangled within the forest or will I walk down the right path and find an unimaginably beautiful meadow? Or do I really want the right path, with the unimaginably beautiful meadow? Perhaps I want to take a gander at life and play it risky, as I entangle myself farther and farther into that deep, dark forest. Maybe at the end, I will find the most glisteningly, beautifully, unimaginable meadow. Maybe I will enjoy discovering and unraveling all the most beautiful mysteries in this deep, dark forest. Maybe I will dance with the wind and wander down the most eerily, yet beautiful path of all. Or maybe, the meadow back there is a fake and this is my true path to take.


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PROTECT ME FROM THE BEAST

Protect me from the beast
It feeds on mortals in the south, north, west and the east
Its putrid-rotten breath, smells of decayed ancient death

In the late hours of the night
When you are asleep
Onto your bed, it silently creeps

It looks into your heart
It sees beyond what human hearts hold
It stares deep into your soul

It smells what you feel
Its only emotion is Kill
It rips human spirits, at will

Its heathen claw
Into your fleshly chest, it crawls
It takes your heart and devours it raw

It savors your sweet-bitter blood
As it licks its decayed puss-covered lips
The taste of your blood makes its iniquitous desires come forth with a flood

It peers into your eyes
It sees all your flaws
It heinously smiles, as it watches your warm blood drip to the floor


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It's Not My Time To Die

You don't see...what lies await for us
The darkest of night has awakened...
Opening its tattered claws
To see who will fall next...venture as you can
In the darkest of night

Dear friend, it's not my time to die
I'm sure of it...I've been driven insane with it
I'm sure
That we'll survive...we'll endure

It's not our time to depart

We'll survive to see the new day 
So push those suicidal thoughts...those depressing thoughts
The darkest hour has put a strain on us

We won't lay in endless ruins
That vermin...I blame those fools
I'm dead inside...
Having no time to feel the love abide
In this fatality...becoming a reality

Dear friends,
I can here your screams
I can see your horrifying dreams

It was all my fault
I'm the one who you should assault
I keep feeling hungry...I can't help it anymore more
I vow it...
I vow it's not our time to die


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madre save me

I had lost you in my head, n day by day went without u,
I had it all n to myself, big, and all of the above, I was living a 
Dangrous life but thts wht I wanted.
On my knees n looking at the grass a glock in the back of my 
head n the guy behind the gun, willing
To do whatever it took to be the best, "ur time is up, u knw how 
it is right just is wht it is",
"No!!!!!" One of the biggest n loudest with a echo scream I 
heared, my mom, scared the guy n shoot me in the back, right 
lung my mother hold me in her arms 30 mins waiting for the 
ambulance, i was in n out hearing her talking to me praying n 
asking for help words bearly would come out,
"It's time to clear things out n get things out of the way with 
god,  he'll judge if i stay or go with him, please mom stop crying 
for me."
One full month in the hospital critical conditions only woke up 
5 times n always she was there no matter wht she wanted to be 
there.
"You don't learn do you?" My mom said laying on the sofa
"I'll be back, have to take care of one thing" I replied
"We all have a mother just keep tht in mind".
On ur knees, u got anything to say? As I had a glock in the back 
of the head of the one who shoot me.
"I should of killed u n now its my lost." He told me
"U have a mother?" I asked
"Screw u." He replied
" go to ur mother n thnk her because of her ill let u live."
Mother asleep with a tear, kissed her forhead.
I couldn't do it becuase i don't want a mother to suffer wht my 
mother passed through.


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Rebirth

Leaves slide across
an eternity of time,
memories parted into petals
one by one
curl, crumble
and blow away as so much dust on the wind.
Here in this ivy-chained shelter 
I would close my eyes
and drape myself in a cloak of 
a burning intensity of colour;
A suttee-made of 
smouldering flowers
and sunset beauties.
Many hands have nurtured and tended to
this burning ember on the skyline
watched as it bloomed from bud, grew to unbearable blaze
and perished in Phoenix glory.
Few are the hands that have gathered its ashes
to dreamwalk again,
forming another seed 
another circle, another orb, another sphere of life.
A new lotus grows, unfolding to the promise of light
as I bask
 in the eternal devotion 
of a gardener to his garden


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Comfort Of The Holy Spirit

I remember
It was the passing on of my father
The world stopped 
I wept till tears blurred my vision
It was so intense I fell asleep with a headache
Nothing and no one could console me
People prayed with and for me
My heart pounded so hard with grief
I thought I will die myself
In the cool of the night 
In serenity with in coherent musings
My friend and comforter
Overwhelmed me with love
He even led me to the truth
I began to understand the mystery of death
From this wretched earth to eternal peace and glory
A blissful mystery only the spiritually
Wealthy can understand
Spirit of God full of love we humans can’t understand
My first heart break was just like my fathers passing on
My heart physically ached
My tears where like ice block
I wondered if there is anything like true love
I meditated on death
Hoping I will transit to the world beyond
The pain was unbearable
I lost trust for mankind
Nights, midnights, I cried to sleep
I wished I could make the pain vanish
Just like removing my jacket
I was messed up emotionally
Love became sour 
At that point I could have been recruited by Satan for destruction of souls
But Gods spirit restrained me
And wrapped me in His everlasting love and comfort
The balm of Gilead healed me and took me
Through the process of regeneration
Oh Holy Spirit
Your comfort and love who 
Can know the depth
For you are a generous friend and lover and comforter
Thank you Holy Spirit.


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The Twelve O'Clock Knock

Dash through black,
Jump in the sack,
Know a sandy plight.
I cling to three of light,
That beats back the shadows,
That lie in rows,
Along my wall at night.

Enter me of she,
Does she know my plight,
Not too late,
To encourage the hate,
That feeds upon my fear,
As the Witching hour draws near.

And now alone in the black,
A chill runs up my spine,
The bed begins to rock,
An evil under,
And other noises asunder,
As the shadows creep across the floor,
To take from me nevermore.

Now as the noises grew ever louder,
And I could take no more,
At twelve o’clock,
There came a knock at my door.
At the tolling of the bell,
I rose to dwell,
I faced my fear and opened the door,
A dream nevermore.


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Knowing ---God Always Takes Care of Us---His Children

As Sunday is here...
Always know..
God is Near..
Protecting us..
For many evil things

For protection was given..
Tis as my bodyguard stated
he realized 
he didn't have to do a thing
for as no one came...
Twas no problems..
for tis evil people never came...

So tis be 
As I mentioned before
unto my bodyguard
he not need to be here with me
For tis God Always protects
All His Children
As God has protected me

For God was already doing so..
as I told the bodyguard
I have No worry's for 
God is always with me....
as God is with all His Children...

So my bodyguard left..
Tho he said.. he still feels
he should stay on..
For tis be... Never know
when evil shall come lurking..

I told him to go..
I am not afraid...
For God is my Bodyguard..
Always is and has been
He takes care of me everyday...

For battle is not ours..
But His... saith Our Lord..

Smile.. many stated that 
my bodyguard tis be like
The Bodyguard in the movie
But tis not be so...
For in the movie.. 
"The Bodyguard"
Beheld.. such Love of True
between their two hearts

But for my bodyguard and I
Tis be only beheld love of Christ
as a Brother would his sister..
nothing more...
Smile...

My son did live with me
For a time.. 
But tis be
as all Children..
Must make their way
As God shall protect 
his days..

God always takes care me
No matter what I do...
God is always by my side
To help me..
and see me through

For tis yes..
in time pass
I did have some problems
about just the same..
Lucinda and Mathew
were their names..
but this time 
was these people
that belong to a cult..
But I know God put them to a Halt
Stopped them from coming near me
For tis I know.. I believe
God will always take care of me...

Just Beware..
Never be scared
For that opens up
the doorway 
for the devil to come in

Know.. The Knowing of..
"God Does Always Take Care of Us---His Children"
                          "Children of Christ'...
Come to Jesus...
Become eternally born-again
Be His.. become a Child of Our Living God
Jesus.. Our Divine Christ
For He does Give His Undying Love
and Protection... Forever and Always...

For you my Darling..
Yes.. my Love 
I am here... 
as God Wills.. 
as God Plans
He has you and me..
In the palm of His hands
Smile...
as He beholds all believers

Faith can Move Mountians in our lives
as tis be... removes evil away
Protection is given for all our days..


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I Think of all the somewheres

Now there is a place in the silken webs of logic where somewhere does
reside,
But the tangled dreams of my existance, remain hidden somewhere deep
inside,
I've researched the truth of my essence and it is probable that I do
exist,
But to what capacity and somewhere it is clear but now it remains in
mist.

My parents are part of somewhere, now my Dad is somewhere lurking in
my past,
He died and has gone somewhere, where the angels welcome his walk at
last,
My somewhere is still an uncompleted journal, one more page I reach
to turn,
In the scribblings of my life, joy, sorrow, stretching some more to
learn.

Everyone of us have infinite somewheres of noisy whispers of a
chaotic mundane life,
Many people share another's somewhere, but soon leave for husband or
wife,
I try to change my somewhere at least every two years so it doesn't
get stale,
Then backtrack to find again my somewhere,looking for breadcrumbs
down that familiar trail.

Now the logic behind my ramblings, is found somewhere in the recesses
of my mind,
If I've confused you somewhere,relax,for I myself am seeking someone
unique in kind,
The Designer of such an incredible, advanced mechinism as my very
mind and soul,
And along that incredulous journey, will be found pieces to make my
somewhere whole!

©11/09/2012


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We are so nearly there

We are so nearly there!
For further fly all our
Cherished aspirations
Than we could ever imagine!
Our bright hopes…
Though they be only thought
And so briefly seen…
Have breath and life!

What we once conceived
Of virtue and true living
Of beauty beyond
All our fondest dreams
That which came so close…
and was so real awhile…
Went softly streaming by
Veiled in silken clouds and airy wine

We were so nearly there!
We felt the flicker of life’s wings
Living things brushed past
But reaching out to touch we lost!
Oh, had we only known then
How to enter in!
But before we knew it
The vision had slipped on by and fled us!

What, seemed possible
Was now only a dream
And the emptier we felt for having seen!
But no bright purpose is ever lost
That once has been
Truth’s star is still there!
As deep inside as it is above
Where night’s endless light is!

Our mansion is kept!
Our heart voice mapped
Upon Love’s palm our place
And the everlasting vision etched!
Out held, kind, ever offering
Love’s hand is always there!
“We always may be
what we might have been.”


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My Time

No sun has ever shone
So clear through the night
No moonbeam ever glown
So true with delight
The more I look
The more I see
When something new
Occurs to me

No winds have ever blown
With no change in sight
No mind's-eye ever known
Such meaningful flight
The more I dream
The more I sleep
Where space and time
Are mine to keep


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You Take Me Higher

Will I say: “I made a difference”? 
Will I say: that I stood out? 
Will I say: “I gave it my all, beyond the shadow of a doubt”? 
When it is my time that comes, and when the end is near 
Will I accept the outcome? 
Will I have any fear? 
I’ve made so many mistakes 
My judgment’s not been right 
I’ve burned so many bridges 
But still, I see a light! 

It seems like every time I want to close the door, there you are, you hold the key, 
and I don’t know what for 

You take me higher 
You are the one 
I know you hold the key 
You take me higher 
You are the one 
What am I supposed to be? 

I am here 
You are there 
I am here 
You are there 

You take me higher 
You are the one 
I know you hold the key 
You take me higher 
You are the one 
What am I supposed to be? 

Will I say: “I made a difference”? 
Will I say: that I stood out? 
Will I say: “I gave it my all, beyond the shadow of a doubt”? 
When it is my time that comes, and when the end is near 
Will I accept the outcome? 
Will I have any fear? 
I’ve made so many mistakes 
My judgment’s not been right 
I’ve burned so many bridges 
But still, I see a light! 

You take me higher 
You are the one 
I know you hold the key 
You take me higher 
You are the one 
What am I supposed to be?


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GOD IS EVERYWHERE

God is in the wind
Spirits of eagles flying high
Soars by with angels’ might

God is in the trees
His blood flow through their veins
Nourishing green leafs

God is in the sun
His divine rays heat the earth’s womb
Seeds sprout from shun ground

Gleaming glory of hope
Over all dominions He rules
Divine Guiding Moon


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Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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AfterLife

Bleeding so painfully...I escape the light
 I try to forget the hardships...brewing in life
 But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
 
Breathing so heavily...I fade away into the night
 I try to forget my past...it slits me like a knife
 But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
 
Fight away the monster in my heart
 Throw away my sorrow...Take away my wretchedness
 Burn away the hideous rage...tearing me apart
 Take away the anger...renew my joyfulness
 
Oh God...please forgive me...
 I long for Your cheerfulness... to set me free!
 
Bleeding so dreadfully...I pray for delight
 I try to pray for mercy...for this pain is too much to bear
 But it's too hard to live this life...this life...
 
Fighting back tears...I discover His light
 I try to pray for comfort...and I know He is there
 I pray for His wisdom...to scare away the strife
 And escape from the darkness
 
I look forward to the afterlife
 When there's no sorrow or pain...
      When there's no manipulation...no evilness...
   no violence...no craftiness... 
Replayed...replayed...
 
Someday...someday 
That time will come!


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King of Annwvyn

His stature upon Pwyll he did impress,
In woolly grey clothing, a huntsmen’s dress,
Then spied the stag; he looked at Pwyll and claimed
‘I know thy name, O prince, but greet thee not!
Thou stole my kill and thou should be ashamed!’
Pwyll knew his deed was wrong; a dreadful thing,
He asked the huntsmen’s name to make amends,
The huntsmen said ‘Arawn, the Annwvyn King’
The prince then asked, ‘Lord, how can we be friends?’
The King then told a tale of war’s duress,
‘Pray, rid my lands of this oppressive lot!
Pray, rid my lands of Havgan!’ he proclaimed.
‘I will gladly,’ said Pwyll, ‘and friendship bring
I’ll bring Havgan’s wars to their bitter ends!’ 


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Baal

How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
 
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations source
entice others to follow their course
 
The incantation of the winged ones spoken
and soothsayers their fortunes do tell
In rites of passage the truth be broken
to absolve your sins priest craft bespell
 
They use ceremony in feigned ritual
they revile God and shake their chains
and demon poisoned is their victual
what is left is death in human remains
 
They claim with God to fellowship
necromancy and sorcery upon their lip
but what is taught does make man slip
conjuration by demons do augurs equip
 
The readers of omens and seers arts
Babylon the Great Harlot of Mystery
designed to destroy any purity in hearts
blood soaked debauchery is your history
 
Off key they sing a song of deception
to cloud mankind in his perception
artful device with the lies conception
contaminated minds with asps infection
 
To breath his air is foul beyond belief
Jesus who leads the way must you show
must partake the bread of life to get relief
so that the true God you may know
 
Favor is for those who truly seek your face
walk away from shadow into your light
contemn praise from man look only to your grace
desire clarity and vision within true sight
 
To seek your paths do I delight
into the day and splendor of the dawn
to the Laws of Love Jesus taught the right
it is a privilege to sing your song
 
sources Deuteronomy 18:9-12
IIChronicles 33:1-7
Romans 1:20-32 Apocalypse 9:1
chapters 17 and 18 Micah 5:12 Acts 8:9
Acts 16:16 Danial 2:27
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Do YOU Have A Phobia Of God

I’ve heard of phobias of different kinds. I’m sure there’s many people with “confused” minds. But there’s one “phobia” that concerns me the most. It’s a “God phobia” that’s drawing so close. It’s like people have a phobia of “In God we trust.” While so many of their lives are burdened with lust. A lust for pleasure and whatever “pleases for the moment.” Many are looking for various kinds of “fulfillment.” But fearing and obeying God? This sounds absurd! Why should anyone care? Much less… Read his word? Even prayer seems to be “a thing of the past.” How much longer will this country last? What we should fear… Is the wrath of God that will come… For not believing and accepting Jesus… His son! Everything we’ll ever need. Has already been provided! An abundant life with Christ can now be decided! Won’t you accept his gift of life everlasting? And look beyond human reasoning and understanding? Put your faith in God. And HIM alone! So you too, can have a place in his eternal home! By Jim Pemberton 09/26/11


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Crumbs of Deception

...A poem dedicated to a character named Koreen Mae Garson (a lady, not a man)... 

Your love smokes me like a worn-out cigarette Your love blemishes me with bite marks You brush aside the crumbs…now I’m stomped on all over again Your hugs are constricting like a serpent Your hugs loses its passion…my fury vigorously sparks You abandon me cold-bloodedly, now I choke in harsh punishment Your treachery strangles me…you don't consider my screams of importance You snatch away my humility and leave me with the crumbs of shame Your arrogance plants a grave in me…you don't notice that I desire your radiance You ditch me with senseless remarks and you make me feel game You ruin my modesty You stole away my heart’s virtue You bruise my sustaining dynasty You complete me with rue Your conceitedness intoxicates me… Your arrogance underwhelm thee… You unscramble my remains and insert me with the liquid of corruption Your self-confidence leads me to never-ending fate…you disregard my joy You handle me with maltreatment/enchantment and smudge me with your provoking expression You crushed me with your cunning plans, now you made me hunt after my prized boy Your hatred penetrates me with lush, crooked trace You swap me onto the floor, now I’m smashed into smithereens Your smiles lose its splendor...your enlightenment gains disgrace You disown me carelessly…now I spilled your moldering beans You’re imprisoned by the chains of infuriating heat, Feeding off the crumbs of deception


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A Dream Bestowing a Dream

A dream bestowing an unimaginable dream Is far beyond my imagination My dream cradles another form of creativity Freedom leads me out of troublesome society My dream bestowed another shard of vision It was far beyond my reality Our dream’s purposes will soon be fulfilled Freedom grants us tokens for two to search us out of trouble What if we took that getaway route? Would we lose a grip of reality or a segment of dreams? Don’t change your ways—you’re destined to have what you wish Reach out to snatch a sense of destination Confirmation has no reason to prefigure our dazzling palace A stunning dream mirrors in our delightful requests Marveled by the view of true ecstasy or eternal turmoil What if we look beyond realization? Would it open up the pathway to troubled reality? Look beyond our heedful dreams and your canvas of articulation Walk with me to a pathway that allows our dreams to become a reality Look down to perceive another dimension—outlying from the Earth’s alienated nations There you’ll find a dream drawing us into another atypical dream—we are lucky enough we had our freedom tokens in your “lucky” bag If we didn’t have them with us, where would we be? Far, far beyond our unknown adventure Our dream meddles with our restive reality Freedom has taken its toll into existence A dream bestowing a dream Is, in reality, beyond measure!


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Praying

Powerful words to bring into sentences
Raining out delight to recieve to God
Aiming towards a good way of life
Yielding to the truth
Isolated from the world's way of life and excepting God's the Creator
Nurturing in a new way of maturity and changing our attitudes
Gouging out the knowledge generously given by God  


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That makes me a fool.

My Life is, 
As a cloud,
Thundering,
 Lightening,
Racing 
Or Raining.
My anger,
Love,
Struggle
Or Affection
Make me fool.
As Sky was always clear,
But the existence of clouds is still there,
Where a Sun is sharp rising behind.
I always live with my feelings.


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lifes meaning

Life has a meaning that nobody knows, like the past and the present everything comes and goes. your life is a mark that can't be erased your problems get worse and they need to be faced. you think things over as you lie in your bed your whole life flashes in your head. where did the madness ever start why won't the pain go away in my heart you ask and you ask when will it be gone, will the hurting inside ever pass on. no one knows the answers except one God, so just live your life to the fullest and try to have fun. because then you may find a love that eventually falls apart and again there's a aching deep in your heart. once again there's that meaning that nobody knows like the past and the present everything comes and goes.


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Is Jesus Christ more than one person and what do we mean by that

Jesus Christ is one in 3 Divine Persons
God the Father
God the Son and
God the Holy Spirit (Ghost)

11282011


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Philosophers' Stone

Many explorers and magicians have travelled
across the continents, searching for the Philosophers’ Stone.

Legend has it that the stone originated from the core of the universe,
the core which cannot be seen even with today’s eyes. It is said in hidden
whispers, that it has all the secrets of the past, present, and future embedded
in it. Pyramids of Egypt, Stonehenge, Oak of Mamre, and ancient maps,
have all been searched painstakingly, only to be left with an echo of time’s 
laughter, scorning the stone’s seekers fruitless mission.

“It is not a real stone,” an alchemist once told me. “It is a fabled stone that exists
only in the imaginary world.

“Our world today was once an imaginary world,” another alchemist told me. 
“what if the Philosophers’ Stone exists?” 


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Link

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
 


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' Uni-Verse...' (Haiku # 11)

   ‘ Uni-Verse ’   Haiku  # 11

        Oh, What Universe
What Grand Word, Did God Speak First
     ... Gave Beginning – Birth !


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Darkness

Darkness
comforting
no eyes to judge
merely quiet solace
surrounds


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Shadow

Walking with me, it moves along,
Contorting with me, to me it belong.
It’s tied to me as a chain,
I know it’s with me, it would never wane.

There lies poise between it and me,
Grasping me, never allows to flee.
Together we go, without any tiff,
Casting my image, it stays stiff.

It survives in bright, perishes when it’s dark,
It does exist on a spark.
Following always, it never goes astray,
Stuck with me, can’t think of betray, it always stay.

Gives me sense to be stronger, as I walk,
I halt on the way, admire it, if it could talk.
God knows, why it is made so conventional,
Unceasingly it swings parallel.

At a certain time, everything departs, saying farewell,
Except for my shadow, the one will always dwell.
It certainly is the symbol of faith and duty,
It is the only companion, who has eternity.

A dark image staying in me,
Forever as one could see.
As long as I will be,
I desire to see, no ‘you’ and ‘me’, but a ‘we’.


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Whistling Wind Chimes

Was it something my mouth openly said?
You make me simply wonder sometimes!
Just hearing the whistling wind chimes,
I wonder what goes on in your head!

I am always here,
You are always there,
We breathe in the same air,
The whistling wind chimes always carry me near.

Playing around in a challenging make believe,
It’s just you and me today.
We’re well on our merry way.
No tricks or treats to deceive.
I’m whistling in the winds at you,
And you do it to me to!


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Will You Accept Me Just AS I Am

Will you accept me? Just as I am?
I have a lot of problems
you may not understand.
I’m not perfect... I have a long way to go.
I sin sometimes...and does it show!

I’m probably not what you’d
expect a Christian to be.
Will you still love and accept someone like me?
I need someone to show me Christ’
love in a gentle way,
Not just in Church on Sunday—but every day.

I want to be more like Jesus...
believe me I do.
Will you show me how—
and not just sit in a pew?
I’m carrying a lot of problems,
beneath a heavy load.
I feel like the man who was beaten
on the Jericho road.

The priest... Levite... good Samaritan...
which one will you be?
To stop and care for someone such as me.
People like me surround you every day,
Please don’t just think of yourself
in a selfish way.
Allow Christ's love to break your heart so tenderly,
So you’ll begin to love people as lonely as me!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS

Memory Loss
Urinary problems
Losing vision
Thinking difficulties
Individual weakness
Painful moments
Losing balance
Extreme fatigue

Stress induced
Coordination problems
Life altering
Emotional rollercoaster
Reduced strength
Over reacting
Smell sensitivity
Irritable feelings
Suffering daily


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Who keeps Balance?

I don’t know where you are?
I don’t know who you are?

It is my imagination only, 
When you touched my mind,
An Idea comes into a shape,
Who encouraged a body?
And guide them to work on it.

When I fell asleep, it wipes out,
I don’t know why a dream,
Comes to me and have travelling,
And visit to unseen places,
Or met to the unknown people.

Although many people explained,
About you and your work,
But nobody can claim, that
They know you and I can sketch,
Your picture in their mind.

A person who pretended that,
Society killed and didn’t believe,
After his death they established,
A faith and start searching, 
What he said and why he said.

Nobody can control your system,
It is only you who keeps balance?


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A Temple Place

 A Temple Place 
 
 
A Temple Place 

a place to pray 

to ask forgiveness for doing wrong 

to search your heart 

for a new way to live 

then the old one is so wrong


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The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


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homeostatic

from when Adam bombed
   to Atom bombs
the whirled has stayed the same
    mite against might
    rights against right
       fight after fight
       blight after plight  
alls well
  and all swell
    and all normal as well
mammal man and Mammon
   and the Devil in hell


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The Mirror Of Life

The Mirror Of Life… The "mirror of life" was placed before my mind... There were many things I was to find. As I looked into the mirror....… There was “confusion?” A “wandering mind” filled with “pollution” I thought about what enters in? As the battle for my mind, daily begins. God’s given me a clear path. A NEW direction! It began with Christ and his resurrection! I can have my mind renewed by God’s word... HIS purity in my thoughts… Needs to be “stirred!” It’s the Godly way of thinking that’s the best choice. He speaks hope to me… In a “still small voice.” I've allowed him to place a new "mirror" to look at... He’s here to help me right "where I'm at. " I want to experience all he has to give and so much more! He’s willing to help me… What am I waiting for? He can give me TRUE LOVE and a “cleansing” throughout. This is my God. And what he’s all about! He’s a God of restoration and a hope divine… Now’s the opportunity! Now is THE TIME! By Jim Pemberton


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Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels


Jesus Could Have Called 10,000 Angels…

On a cross… Jesus suffered for you and me.
He could have called 10,000 
angels to set him free.

Nailed to this cross, he went
 through so much pain.
He knew his purpose and the 
reason why he came.

Being there for all of mankind 
was his choice.
Weakened and alone… 
 One could hear his voice;

“Father forgive them.” 
 “They don’t know what they’re doing!”
As the crowd listened… 
 Many began believing.

“My God why have you forsaken me?” 
 With one last breath…
And then...  And very quickly… 
 There was death!

For all of the pain and suffering
 he was to endure
Was so that a plan of salvation
 is now secure.

This same Jesus, who was to rise again.
Is forever to be our atonement for sin!

Seated at the right hand
 of God the father... In heaven above..
He awaits there for us all with
 an abundance of  love!

Won’t you accept his gift 
of life that he’s giving?
And allow him to forever change
 the way you’re living!

By Jim Pemberton


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The UnKnOwN

ThE UnKnOwN

Loneliness, sadness, bitterness and sweet
Caring, kindness, longing your gentle touch
Wondering when we will possibly meet
My prince charming, my King, so on and such

Time is of the essence, hurry make a fuss
Your presence seems unfamiliar, yet so lush
Rescue me now, save me, don’t be afraid
Quickly now, no time to serenade

Don’t scurry away when our love is fresh
We would make such a wonderful mesh
As I lay before I put me to sleep
I contemplate on the path that I lead

Waterfalls and tear drops begin to seep
I gaze upon my window and stare deep
Into the rays of the shimmering light
Suddenly a diamond appears into the night...


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An evening down

Like an earthly stubble:
the grass tickles my palms
as we lazily lay.
Joy
is my strange companion,
as the sun slips
behind the hill;
waving
a bye to the day.
A gentle breath
seduces the skin,
as in a tree
a dove sounds
a mellow coo.

My restless mind
is awed into quiet,
as my mind's eye
turns longingly
upon you.
All those little lies
that whisper:
"unworthy" 
turn to dust before your passion stare.
The lazy lean
of a young tree
reminds me,
that all about
has little to worry
and needs not care.

Once forgotten summers
return:
in a single beat; 
my heart
athlete
as our favourites play along,
lazily leading.
Basking in fruit's glory
of furrows filled
with labours past.
A blast!
the earth gives up
it's bounty bleeding.

We walk in smiles
with Him,
who is all to us.
Redeeming our joy
from prisons dread.
Released
our heart's peace breathing,
as forgotten
love lorn paths
we silently tread.

In this moment:
at this time,
all is dream.
All else seems pretty pantomime.
Naked in every way:
my soul, 
mind
and body.
Shoddy 
the idea of limit to this time.

As the moon
silently silver, 
a sliver of a smiling face,
winking takes it turn.
Sun dips
into landscape beyond 
to bleach new skin,
sights and times to burn.


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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


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Collaborating in the clouds- Gods Hold

If Gods favorite hero suddenly became cold,
   Lonely, disoriented, unhappy with sorrows untold,
   Would it be of interest in Heaven? Concerns of man,
   Would our saviors come to Earth to be born again?

God would send out his best hands to hold,
   Would he set backwards time to where all heroes spirits were sold.

If only our love could behold
   Lined with twine of silver wrapped in gold
   Gifts to to God to wash our sin
   Equipped pillars stories told

Thoughts about God mirrors my pen


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What does the name Christ signifies

The name Christ signifies Messias
The Great Prophet
High Priest and
King of the New Law anointed as a man with the fullness of divine power


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House To House

House to house 
A passing, admiring scent

Hold me...we'll pass 
House to house 
You are still apart of me

Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
Clears

House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?

When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers

Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house

Excited by curiosity 
There will be a house for us
At last

A key to joy 
Let us go...explore this terrain 

We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away

We are definitely here to stay 

House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever 

At last

Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
No more

This desire
Ruins me to the core

I'm sure
At last
With my lady friend
And began to tend 
Our wanted life
Without 
Passing 
House to house 
Dealing with passing 
To and fro by searching
House to house 

At last!


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Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!


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Sundrop

created to captivate,
unable to be captured.
hands that release the day,
and rule the night.
mysterious maiden
evoke Awe and Fright
     -eternal.
all control is lost,
as it always was.
radiance that instills
Contentment and Chaos.
illuminating colors of Life and Death.
Darkness and Light survive together
with only one last breath.


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ahab

does the white whale call you
as it does to myself
silent at first but true
till in your soul it's wealth,

my life is a fervent chase
across the understanding of god
there to that empty space
where the tangles of sin are shod,

i plunged my desire burning
into flesh to the bone
all while death is yearning
holding open the gate to home,

so that there is only the need
to own,to destroy and then
the desire of the greed
that will rise again.


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Giving My Time To Jesus


Lately... I’ve been wasting time on foolish things. Not living the kind of Godly life that only Jesus brings. Twenty four hours in a day, Jesus. How much time with you is spent? I’ve never really thought of what a commitment to you meant. I need to spend more time in your word and in prayer. Forgive me now of not doing this—I didn’t even care! Even ten minutes with you Jesus is more that this world could give, This is what I need to do—as your child ought to live! So Lord, my time I give to you. Take total control. Make my life new... And by your word... Make it whole! My time with you is important! This I can see! Receiving your joy and knowing how much YOU LOVE ME!! By Jim Pemberton


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Rock Solid

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
I begin seeing red like the blood of God
I begin then to see white like the spirit of God
I begin to see blue too was God trying to tell me something
As I open my hand the jagged rocks spoke
The first rock said You must study the word of God
The second rock spoke saying thy yeilding to the spirit of God
The third rock said keep seeking the wisdom of God
From that day forward kneeling beneath a swollen crest
The Lord is and shall forever be my only rock
                  
                   {Amen}



Entry For Constance La France's
A Magical Journey Contest
GL All


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Winter's Replaced With Summer

Winter is wrapped in leaves
Say that I'm losing myself 
They corrupt my every last thought

I yearn for a more hallow summer
To be as bright as the sun

I want to see everyone smile
Instead, I'm dried up in denial

Do you believe
This winter will be frost-covered?

I will reassure myself
This summer... we will have more time to go to the beach

I am here to reach for people's needs

Maybe I am losing myself... 
Summer is coming soon

My heart... Is it withering with coldness?
Is it painted against a shunned piece of art?

My heart is still alive
Pounding...wailing to get more excitement

Return, oh you sweet summer! 
This time, it'll be brighter and funner 

Perhaps it would be an enjoyable vacation 
Watching cartoons all day long 
And singing a million songs
Though the rhythm isn't the best 

We might even dig up
An astounding chest 

Now we're taking a peek
Into a petite, sunlit vacation 

I yearn for more time
For a fabulous summer

For now,
I'll reassure myself
That we're going to the beach
And plan out endless vacations

The leaves wither away
Now I'm a released animal from the zoo  
It's about the greatest time
To be free 

Yet... I still yearn
For a generous summer


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Focused

Lord hangs onto me some serious mercy now, 
I am aimed and directed aligned and straight. 
Be it so or be it may I am that God given trait. 
You will never once have to reveal for me how. 
  
I tell the truth all I have to say about it is Wow! 
If this isn’t just downright genius then it’s great. 
I can only imagine what all this will soon create. 
I must say for all this I shall indeed bend to bow. 
  
A-men to every single one of you! 
And praise your one supreme Lord! 
You know, I knew I always knew! 
My God, I am your flaming sword! 
  
You know Lord; you can do whatever you want with that locust, 
But I’m going to polish up on this sword keeping myself focused! 
  
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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The Battle at the Ford

A year and one day Pwyll lived as the king,
By day he’d hunt, by night he’d feast and sing,
Yet turn his back upon the lovely queen,
To show his loyalty as a king’s friend
Although the queen was as fair as he’d seen.
Then upon the appointed day he went
To the Ford to meet Annwvyn’s deadly foe
And there struck Havgan so his life was spent
After his victory, Pwyll had to go
To the glade where the men first planned this thing
And then at last their ruse was at its end.
On his return Arawn’s wife made comment
When the king allowed his passion to show
And learned how loyal his new friend had been.


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Are You Living A LIfe Of Suspicion



Has your way of living been "unbecoming of a Christian?" Are you hanging on to things that could create a suspicion? Are there chains that are still holding you down? The victory you seek. you still haven't found. Is there a habit that you just can't seem to break. You seek godliness... But suffer another heartache. No matter how many good sermons you hear preached. Victory over sin seems to be "out of reach." Run and flee from every temptation that's holding you down. Where there's sin. God's grace does much more abound. God says: "Draw near to me and I'll draw near unto you." Allow his word to teach how you live and the things you do. Hunger for HIS righteousness. Then victory can be fulfilled. Jesus will calm your storms and say "peace be still." He alone can bring the victory you desparetly seek. And will give you power in your life each day of the week. He resists the proud. But gives grace to the humble. And is there to pick you up each time you stumble. By Jim Pemberton


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WHAT I DREAM IS NOTHING FURTHER THAN REALITY

What I dream
is nothing further than reality;
does it seem
unrealistic to reach equality?


Is there enough time
to fulfill a life far from sublime...
renouncing one's joy
to give up all without pride or glory?


What I dream...what I dream
is nothing further than reality;
hope can definitely gleam
as far as the planet of Mercury.


Isn't love wonderful when it is felt by a lonely child...
when everyone happily gives of themselves?
Will their sacrifice teach some to be humble and kind?
Can every heart love without boundaries?
  

What I dream...what I dream,
may not be realized in this century,
but the seed of hope has been planted by a stream,
and every spring it will bring forth true harmony. 


Faces and eyes of all colors
will sing the hymn of unity;
wouldn't God be happy to see love in their innocent eyes?
Can they unify, with their sweetness, the entire Humanity? 


What I dream...what I dream 
is nothing further than reality;
it may not be achieved in this lifetime, indeed....
but it isn't an uncertainty or impossibility.
.


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MOMENTARY PEACE

BATHING IN THE SUN
BASKING IN THE BREASES
GONE ARE THE TORMENTS AND THE TEASES
SO FREE SO DUMB
"THE  PEACE THAT PASSES ALL HEMAN UNDERSTANDING"
I STAND UNDER PEACE
      (C)....CATHERINE BUCHNER.... 2012


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God Reached Down And Touched Me

God Reached Down And Touched Me… God wanted to show how much he loves me. He reached down from heaven and touched me! He wanted to express love in his words spoken. I realized that my life is more than a “token…” He spoke to me of how precious and valuable I am. He was there for me with an outstretched hand! For all of the times… I’ve felt tired and “defeated…” With his love in my life, I am now “completed!” God came down to where I am today... Through his son Jesus… He has made a way! A brand new way of living and joy divine… He’s brought to me healing and a peace of mind! This same God speaks these words to YOU! Whatever you’re facing... He will see you through! He wants you to know… He will always be your friend! He brings peace and true fulfillment within! He is God! He is powerful and his majesty reigns! Won’t you take some time… And call on his name? By Jim Pemberton 12/19/11


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Here's The Answer To A Hopeless Situation

Jesus Is the Answer

Jesus is the answer to a hopeless situation 
He' brings peace and 
the gift of salvation

Jesus is the answer when all seems lost
He purchased your life with
 his death on the cross

Jesus is the answer to "a world gone mad."
He'll give you joy and 
a reason to be glad!

Jesus is the answer to a family torn apart.
His love will be the glue 
to "fix" a broken heart.

Jesus is the answer when all seems to go wrong.
In his arms of mercy & safety 
is where you belong.

Jesus is the answer when there's no one to turn to.
He's here right now... 
 patiently waiting for you!

Jesus is the answer and waits at your heart's door.
He'll bring the satisfaction 
you've been looking for!

Jesus has the answers in his word... so pure!
The words he speaks 
are true and secure!

Why not come to "the answer?"...  For all your prayers?
He is someone who loves you 
and really cares!

"The answer" to everything is what he brings!
He's the alpha and the omega...
our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton
02/07/09 





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"What he Lost"

“I’ve seen you before, in a distant time
Searching for what was lost, has it ever been found?”
“No, it is lost, buried deep within the ground”
“I’ve two shovels together we may dig, 
Beneath every rock and every twig.”
“No, it is lost, not found by sight, nor by sound”
“Then we can feel, we can dig with our hands.
We will find it by faith and chance.”
“No, it is lost, no hands can feel it, no faith can guide us.”
“Then perhaps by logic, surely you remember when and where,
You lost this thing back then. Have you checked everywhere?”
“No, it is lost, it is of a time I can scarcely remember.”
“How can something be beyond our senses?
Perhaps we must look beyond those fences?”
“No, it is we who are lost, don’t you remember, we died last December”


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The Natural Man

Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
 
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
 
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us 
but living without reasoning I'll regret
 
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
 
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
 
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
 
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
 
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
 
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
 
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
 
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
 
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
 
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
 
source 1Cor 2:14  , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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New Testament


The second part of the complete bible
It contains the specifically Christian Texts
Namely the Gospels, the Acts of the apostles
Fourteen letter written by Paul, Seven Catholic letters and Revelation

11302011


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Oyster days

Oyster days 
=
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city 
where her painted dwelling 
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string 
with all those inviting lights.

She has friends for parties, chats, 
for cheers and for gossips; 
now that she has opened up. 
A small town is there 
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?

Does she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?

The needle marks and habits 
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that, 
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill. 
It is boasting to be made 
out of oyster elements.

All is coming back to her. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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The Key to the Heart

It's something meant to cherish,
And is guarded, Oh, so well.
The contents one will find inside
Reflect this foreign cell.
On its door contains a lock
Made entirely of solid gold.
Only one is able to open it
And find treasures unforetold.
Some hold tightly to its value 
And they keep it close to heart,
While others may give it freely 
Right off from the very start.
The thought to hold onto to
Guide you through each day,
Is to wait for that treasure
Of equal value, to exchange
On one's wedding day.


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The Detachable Soul

I am in no pain, I suffer no sorrow
I exist today as I shall exist tomorrow
Death is inevitable- what bliss to choose its circumstance
no nasty suprises, no unresolved business

It is with joy I lived and in joy do I depart
death is not the end but merely the start, as
my soul has finished gathering the experience I needed from this incarnation
my body is now irrelevent, only specks of dust from a distant contellation.

Life is simply a stepping stone on the journey through time
a dream before waking, as we are the children of forever, 
leaving only our bodies behind


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A Dreamy Process

Life
A challenge,
An agreement or commitment,
Between God and a soul,
Before to collect a body,
Conditions and options,
Moment enlightens through darkness,
An astonishing channel,
Where a soul plays a part,
The tricks are painful and joyful,
It follows to taste,
Sweet, sours and spicy,
Attitudes, material and memories,
A dreamy process of fate.



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blake

to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only knew he shoulda been thankful.
what he went through was horrible 
yes
but staying possitive was tha 
test.
everything happens for a reason,
to find strength in god to breathe another season.
this was not destiny nor 
fate.
he had a whole life ahead of him now its to
late.
now near a casket they sit at his wake.
maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone
instead of taking a life in his own home..
Reach out your not alone
god has a purpose for all us.....


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IMPRESSION

constructive criticism at the first sight seen,
opinion that lasts a lifetime.
your first look is so overwhelming,
idea so bright;
pictures of you that shines,
impresses even the enemy of mine.
a critic's tool,
one can never fool.
expression with meaning,
sophistication with feeling.
arouses emotions,
a long lasting notion.
vague but deep,
puts you into a trance.
like an unwritten script,
bold with every chance.
like a rumor or a secret,
takes your breathe away!
teeming with surprising emotions,
so critical with hidden agenda of opinions


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Alone with vampires

A spring of blood.
This is the path to your heart.
I never believed in miracles
Until the day you
show me the moon

I saw the clouds
like clowns in the sky
I rape the common sense
and I try to understand
why the only way I now
to come back home
is your black hair 
which is leading me

I fight with demons to gain your soul
You never let me go inside
I know that you believe in God
an Jesus Christ.
I know that I am so jealous
that I hate your faith

I am living with vampires
At the end of the night
Because only here you can be mine

I love to kill angels
to show you my way
to gain your soul
and give you the good night kiss

In vampires land
I am your master
You know that and you kill me will
prayers

Alone in vampires land

I will never know if I am a legend
or real
You leave me here

Alone with vampires

I loose my blood
But I am happy

Tomorow I will be 
the never ending story
of you and me


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RAIN ODE TO THE LORD

That little drop of rain that touches me gently,
While others run away scared...
Thank you for your gentle acceptance
Didn't really know how close you are
The lightning that screams and seems upset
Thank you for reminding me
That I am nothing without you
The never ending obsession with the rainbow
Thank you for making me wonder
The birds outside my opened windows
That cherish your name every morning
Thank you for letting me know that you are always cherished
Even when I forget
I love myself because how can I love others if I don't know what love is
I am because of a word…..


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If There Was NO Christmas


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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The Wanderer Returns by Ron Porter

Across the vastness of the silver sea of pain,
in a cave in the land of "I don't know",
a moonclad maiden waits and weeps,
embroidering her comely countenence
with copious corpulet crystalline tears
and, fears his ship won't make return

On the marble temple porch of devotion,
betwixt obsidian statues of dolphins at play,
a duo of disciples lean close in lovers' embrace,
and watch the lone ship run ahead of the storm.
On the waves of the bay, a full moon reflected
unspoken hopes that, in two breasts does burn

On the slopes of the mountain of nameless fear;
alone in the apex chamber of an alabaster spire.
He watches the waves from his window dark;
the Prince of Intentions marks the single sail-
a patch in the dark and, tries hard to intuit:
just how much did the wanderer learn?

Hard drives the wind now, rowers bend their backs;
they outpace the tempest but just barely so.
Blood-dark seas slowly grow furious and feral;
a lone  lean figure stans stiff at the prow.
So close now and again, yet so far from the shore, of
the hallowed home for which his heavy heart doth yearn.
 
Ror he said when he left he would come again;
nor be stayed by dire deed, death or disaster.
Now his resolve races with the storm's coming fury.
Only five more leagues but which will prove faster?


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Mystery

Every moment your breath touches is filled with completeness—you held the whole universe
On the tip of your tongue (and keep it spinning and dancing and singing moment by moment). 
Your love is the great predatoral roar,
The soft caressing tongue of a lioness
It hides in every misty crevice and majestic mountain; in
Every sunset and sunrise and dainty wild flower. The cause of your great sacrifice (a chasm,
Gaping down to the center of the deepest soul
         blacker than the inside of nothing, filled with all the horror from
         prehistory to post oblivion
Uncountable hearts from innumerable holocausts)
As you were rejected by yourself, by your father, but your eternal companion
 
You cried out, and were sucked in (It Is Finished.)


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Truthifiction of the Bible part2

But we arent reading hundreds of journals about the days of old and true acounts 
of jesus
we are reading on narrative book about him
written by a man who thinks he is god
so that tell sme
i can do the same
and maybe i just might
and maybe
just maybe
all several different texts of my book
that turn into churches
instead of going to holy wars you will get along
agree on the lessons you were taught
will be able to date eachother in highschool
and wont be frowned upon if you fall in love

Tell me
are we gullible
or victoms of brainwash
or am i the one that has it all wrong
maybe one day i'll meet someone that has a grandpa
that has an old diary entry from someone
a story he or she was told from her great grandmother
about a rumor in her family tree says
one of her ancestors met jesus

until i read the many written accounts of those that were there
all you worshippers are fools
and i'm better on my own

Can't say i dont believe in jesus preachings
i was never there to hear them
he never wrote them down
 the man who did 
did so
after jesus died
what am i to think
you believe in his resurrection
the truthifiction is right here
i can prove my case further

i rest my case
and think your victoms of a brainwashed cult
and this world just got really scary
but ive known this since iwas small




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The Story of Job From the Bible

The Story of Job I'm sure you remember the story of Job. God's blessings in his life were greatly bestowed. The Devil came to speak to God one day. "I'm sure Job will curse you if I take everything away." Everything in Job's life seemed to be getting worse. Through all of this, to God, he never cursed. All that he had-was soon to ge gone. His "friends" told him it "was his fault-he was wrong." He blessed God in spit of all they had said. He would praise God until the day he was dead. In all the loss and the turmoils. His body would soon be covered with boils. He loved God even though he lost his possessions. Spending eternity in heaven was his obsession. If everything in your lie was taken from you. Would you bless or curse God -what would you do? Is he more important than your house or s.u.v.? Would you give him up for a "big screen t.v.?" Is he your prized possession whom you love so much? Or are you using Christianity as simply a crutch? For one day soon-all you have will certainly perish. Is it God--or this world-- whom you love and cherish? By Jim Pemberton


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He's Mine

He raped me, 
He is a devil,
He ‘d broken my heart,
He deserves a long punishment,
The people were crying loudly,
When they saw an appearing police van,
He is so wild,
He never respected me as a human being.
Also a lady was crying in the courtyard,
When a young lad appeared with hand cuffs,
In a witness dock. 
Everybody was pointing at the evil man,
But during the case hearing,
She announced her pregnancy.
Today was her defence,
When A defence Lawyer asked her,
He is wild, arrogant and vicious,
Now you have his child,
What do you do this pregnancy?
I shall keep my child. It’s mine, she cried.


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Whispers of Light

In the dark, silent forest,
there lies a wooden chest,
goodness and divine light
it carries;
the darkness from Pandora's box,
presumed to be the fox,
and us the sheep, 
has less time to exist, as we fellowship
with the Divine Voice,
which is enveloped by the Divine Light! 


By: Teddy Kimathi

Date: 13/02/2014


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Broken

Broken

You say I am broken 
Yet how can this be
I have come for your help
Yet you do not see me

I will beg, I will plead 
I will cry as I bleed
The help you have given 
Is only a seed

The seed that now grows
So dark and despaired
This seed I so feel 
Cannot be repaired

Why would you do this
What have you gained
Does it make you feel better
My soul now restrained

You say I am broken 
Yet how could this be
You say it’s because 
Of the horror I see

What do you say
When I tell you no more
No more will I feel 
The horror from before

I am what I am
That is all that I see
For now the truth is 
I am only me

If free will is the answer
If truth is the key
Then open the gate
And then set me free

Set me free from the dark
Let me into the light
I no longer want 
Your darkness and fright

My choice being made
My will being strong
I can only pray now
My wait won’t be long


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What Do We Fill Our Minds With

What Do We Fill Our Minds With???

We live with temptations and entertainment of all kinds.
It’s amazing what we allow to enter our minds!

It’s no wonder why many seem to be “out of touch.”
Many live very busy lives “way too much!”

Taking time to pray and read the Bible seems to disappear.
Until the moment problems and tragedy appear.

It’s so easy it is to forget about the spiritual things.
We live for today.  And don’t know
what tomorrow brings.

There is a God!  No matter what others may tell you!
He loves you so much!  Don’t let others “fool you!”

He’s taken the time to give you his very best!
He gives joy unspeakable!  And that’s not the rest!

He’s never forgotten about you!  He never will!
Every promise he’s made to you!  He shall fulfill!

No matter how busy you get, or where you are.
You’ll find God is here!  He’s never too far!

Nothing can ever compare to his beauty untold!
Not the finest diamond, or the purest gold!

He’s what you need!  No matter the situation!
Won’t you accept his love and wondrous salvation?

You won’t ever be disappointed that you did!
He will bless you abundantly in the life you live!

He will give your life true hope, purpose and meaning!
His gift of life...  You too can be receiving!

By Jim Pemberton


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I couldn't let me die, yesterday

I couldn’t let me die
=
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of the cornice calls me.

A whisper of nothings, which can only be the dark rants 
of one who loves flogging, permeates in my ear and buzz.
I am the one you look at and sigh with disappointment.

And the one down on earth, who is cajoling and pep talking, 
telling me about life, mothering me and appeasing,
is me, seemingly calm, though biting his nails in tension.

He does not want me dead.  
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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The Reason I Am Here


I’m not here to represent a building or a denomination. I’m here to give the Lord my love and admiration. I’m not here to get “tied down with wordly things.” I’m here to represent Jesus! The King of Kings! I’m not here to be filled with gossip or slander. But to serve a God, who’s power is grander! I’m not here to live in worry and defeat… But to allow God to make my life complete! I’m not here to live with stress and tension. But to receive God’s peace and satisfaction. I’m not here to worry about what tomorrow may bring. But to serve a God… Who can do ANYTHING! I’m not here to live a life filled with sin… But to enjoy God’s love and peace within! I’m here for just a brief moment of time. I want to serve God with my body, soul and mind. The reason that I live and the reason I am here... Is to serve God with my heart, before my life "disappears." I’'ve thought it over... And have something to say… "I'm giving my life to Christ!" "I'll do it today!" By Jim Pemberton


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Morior

The moonlight seemed a shadow
As he closed his eyes
Remembering perfection
Thinking of the beauty of the stars
That he had never seen
Reflected in the endless seas
Tide over tide
Washing away
The imperfection
Of his eyes

Words
That fell from dew-dropped lips
Like prisms of reality
So clear, diffracting meaning
Into infinite aesthetic

Inside
He still remembers
What he wanted so much then to say
That fateful time
When morning never came
When life gave way
And mirrors in the moonlight
Left his sight yearning for something more
Than silver stares
Bittersweet years
And tears of self-reflection

Into the skies
He speaks the words
That he before had never heard

"O most beautiful, sweet angel of my soul
Seducer into nothingness
A fire amongst the cold of my existence
Endless mirror
Perfect meaning

As I look into your soul
I cannot help but drown

As I feel into your soul
I cannot help but become terrified
As dark Narcissus, staring into his own eyes
Subsumed into the infinite
I find such beauty in this one becoming
Going under

You gave unto my sight
The shadows of the night
You held my breath beneath the wave-crests of your crystal soul

Anew
I rose
From 'neath the sea
Between the shards of broken glass
In fire and ash
I rose
Anew

But you
You made it so real
That I cannot feel you
Anymore"

One single tear diffracts the light
And shatters into ash and flame

In sunrise
Before darkest skies
In open eyes
He sees the stars
He tried so hard
    To find


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stay true

I keep on writing to express my feelings,

Sorry to those who don't get my meanings.

I've always got a lot going through my brain,

Some days it seems I may go insane,

I try to stay level, keeping my cool,

Processing life with my greatest tool.

Bullet in my pocket , but not for crime,

I'm the only one who can choose my time.

Thoughts of death don't bring me fear,

Though for you it may cause a tear.

I apologize for what you didn't hear,

I apologize for not letting you steer.

But this is what I have become,

Daily more en-cumbersome,

Though my life has just begun,

I stand up tall, refuse to run.

I stand up for what I believe,

Against all odds I will achieve,

Through the smog of those who deceive,

Concentrate your mind and you will perceive,

The truth for what it's really worth,

Capable since the day of birth.

If atlas shrugs and drops the ball,

Its up to us, me, you, and all.


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Mana... beyond belief

What about the body?
.
Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…
..........x

.
who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see

.
Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....

.
whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.


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Solitary Knight

Drunk with revenge, the knight pondered,
Lit the candles, took the oath
Die for honor, foe to loathe.
Wounding the henge, the wind wandered.

Armlets and poleyns, helmet and mace,
Bloodthirsty sword in scabbard,
The lance mocking the Holy Hazard,
The haughty knight arrayed with grace.

Gold medallions adorned the chest.
Shoulder bore the mighty bow.
The carved shield, feathered arrow.
Wild stallion gorged with zest.

Rusty chains yielded at the knight’s behest.
Wooden doors bowed as if in fear.
Sweating moments crawling near,
Feeble puppets in Heavens’ written gest.

With veins bloating and mane floating,
Earthly Pegasus spurred to rise.
Tiny ray of light drowns and dies.
Mourning eddy of sky’s coating.

Cedars and elms, oaks and ebonies’
Moaning twigs and sighing foliage,
Ridden fast in wind’s winged carriage.
The hoofs trample on dainty conies.

Crimson dews on the knight’s forehead
Relics of rotten thorny fingers
The hope melts away, fear lingers
Stars lulled to die on the night’s deathbed.

On brink of an abyss
Drew the steed’s rein
Guilty jealous Cain
By sin’s precipice

Heart’s hate to sate
Unsheathed the lance
 The horse did prance
Taste Icarus’s fate…   


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A Taste of Reality Pt. 1

“There’s more to life than the ice and doing what you see on MTV, BET, & 
America ’s Next Top Model.” Yeah I hear that many times. People say this a lot or 
even when someone dies, but to me I say whatever. Some people say others are 
using fame to be remembered or reasons why the world is and will remain the 
same. Just to let you know living the life as a celebrity is okay. At least we stand 
up for something. Martin Luther King Jr. went through many struggles to get 
blacks and whites to be equal as one. Even though we still face racism in today’s 
society. So did he live the life of a celebrity? No, he was fighting for what he 
believed in and he lived his dreams to get there. Guess what, he wasn’t a 
celebrity, but he was remembered and they talk about on BET. So all people who 
dreaming BIG, just don’t dream it live it out to its fullest. Only live for you and 
nobody else, only you are holding you back. Make your decisions so if you want to 
be a star or be remembered live it out and let the haters fall back because they’re 
everywhere you go. We all live this life but it’s all about how you deal with it. Many 
people can’t accept the truth. Polices say “freeze” we ether got our hands up or 
we down on our knees. Knowing we didn’t do anything wrong but they’re crooked 
than anyone else. I learn this from an artist that, “I’m not trying to hurt anybody it’s 
the people around us that’s trying to hurt us.” White people look and stand out for 
whites, but blacks we on the same crime. We will fall for anything if we don’t 
begin to stand for something. Sometimes we need a shoulder to lean on when 
we cry. We don’t learn how to appreciate the little things but we complain about 
life. Be thankful for the roof over your head, shoes on you feet, and the clothes on 
your back. When I think about it, look over in Africa, but doesn’t New Orleans kind 
of look the same?


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Foreordination

Your Word Oh God is our bread
by your prophecy are we led
your Truth Oh Lord shall be our wine
for by these two do our lives define

Though your sins be as scarlet you be made white as snow
when you accept Jesus and his Father come to know
no earthly treasure that exists on earth below
can compare to the riches to his Sons do show

You do with Holy Spirit lead
your servants to those who True Love need
to give understanding to hearts who hear
and knowledge that your King draws near

Your servants on earth do know your will
the veracity of Truth you in them instill
the prophetic Word by life do fulfill
exposed the lie that by death does kill

We are but clay molded by your power
the life we live tis but an hour
you must guide and teach your ways
to live by your Word is endless days

From ages to ages you are our God
with the Truth of Kingdom our feet are shod
like forefathers and prophets your name do laud
We have accepted your will and given our nod

Through the pen of Truth do prophets speak
whose origins humble and nature meek
you chose the weak of the world to confound the wise
to spread the Truth and uncover the lies

You nurture those who seek your face
who know this system you will replace
the gifts of God been given a taste
who know their lives they must not waste

Jesus the firstborn of a new creation
with him the Sons of God rule the nations
the wise virgins have trimmed their lamp
with his seal of approval received his stamp

In the latter rain do Sons and Daughters prophesy
uncover the Truth and reveal the Lie
within your dreams and visions do see
from the past and future what is to be

Joel 2:28-32 1Cor. 1:21-31 2Cor 5:17 
Galatians 5:14-16 Ephesians 1:1-23 
James 5:7-8 1John

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Greater 'Minds' Than Mine

 
  Greater 'Minds' Than Mine; 
Have left the 'Earth' and walked away.
Einstein as a troubled child, 
lobotomized, 
mixed socks and locked away.
Hubble and his visions eye'd, 
are seen across the sky.
D.N.A...must free more how...
When freedom lies barred now.
Worlds within a world within a world, 
his world one waits.
Within our dreams.
We do not wast our time on germs, 
untill they show us how. 

Is It Poetry 
 
 


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Do You Feel Like You've Been Defeated


Do you feel like you’re “worn out” and defeated?
Like nothing in your life has really been completed?

Do you feel like your life is going “downhill” fast?
And wonder how much longer you’re “going to last?”

Do you feel like you’ve hit too
 many “bumps in the road?”
The weight upon your shoulders feels like a “heavy load?”

Do you feel like you just can’t take it anymore?
You may wonder if anything in
 life is worth living for...

Do you want to hear some good news I have to bring?
I can tell you of someone who can 
take care of everything!

Do you want to know of someone 
who can change your life today?
His name is Jesus, and he can take
 all of your problems away!

Do you want to allow him to change
 your life throughout?
This is what HIS love is really all about!

Do you want to experience the power of God within?
Knowing what it means to be forgiven and born again…

If this is what you want and what
 your heart wants to gain.
Simply reach out to Jesus and call 
on his name…

He wants you to know and to completely understand.
He’s here right now and waits 
with an outstretched hand…

He wants you to know…  He really does love YOU.
Why not start today?  And be made BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton  
01/18/11


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Song of Betrothal

I have sought your place down by the sea
for a heart like mine trothed in unity
I have searched the lands low and high
for Love that would extend unto the sky

I have walked the mountains path and trails
hunting a beloved who never fails
go forth oh daughters of the land
there is only one woman I'll take in hand

She is fair, my love, and tender of heart
I dream she's there when the day does start
her words are honey within it's comb
the only one I will bring to my fathers home

I seek for you now most everywhere
looking for the sun shining in your stare
there beauty lies within flowing robes
and inner light whose bright blaze shows

She'll think of me as her comely Lord
with my company never will be bored
with many talents is she graced
among the peoples her work is traced

She's the fruit of the vine unto my smile
will speak sweet truth without any guile
she'll enfold me with serene embrace
lift her eyes up to seek my face

She'll reach forth to take hold my hand
and follow my paths throughout the land
our children will all become one nation
The stars of heaven will be our station

sources Song of Solomon Proverbs 31:10-31 
Apocalypse 7:1-8 21:9-27 
The Bride of Christ the true temple of God
the 144,000 kingdom of kings and priests
sealed to Gods service as differenciated from
the great crowd that come thru the 
apocalypse 7:9-17

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Cornerstone

I have grown thirsty...

a loving light has shown true...

the purest of white...


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Grasp Love-Now

Grasp Love
Moments of Time
Never let go...

Time here 
In this Life
Chance Now 
to behold
True Love...

Love held by two
Knowing 
hearts of Truth
Grasp Love...
Don't let
Moment in time
Slip-away...

While in time
Still tis here
Chance Now
Come to Jesus

Behold God's 
Glorious Truth
Grasp Love
Don't let 
Moment in Time
Slip-away...

As Blessings of Love
Your Chance in Time 
Love of Truth
Grasp it Now...

Don't Let this moment in Time pass you by....


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Truthifiction of the bible

The author of the bible must have been god
for Jesus himself never wrote it
and i wonder if Jesus truly existed
then why are we not studying timeless works of art written by the first people
that learned how to read and write?
Another question plagues me
why are there legacies of family traditions of stories in families talked about
handed down from generation from generation
that yes your gret great grandmother was a witch burnt at the stake
or your great great grandfather was a black slave
but why I ask do we never hear those who brag 
through the testimonies of legacies of stories around campfires
that did you know your ancestor touched the hand of christ?
and this story of those days has been in our family for generations?

no one using logic how the world works?
true how quickly we forget
even war veterans pass down terrors of war tortures and terrors of such things
so why did we stop passing down the story of a god?

Is it because the author of the bible was god?
and he knew everthing that happened with jesus and Job
cain and Abel?
or was it just that one day there was a belief
and it was accepted
replaced an old belief
and murdered the old
and we praise it now?

Is this proof we are brainwashed?
gullible even
the fact that the old religion has more stories handed down in generations 
in family 
than this supposed god
who taught us all how to read or write?
I'm sure if i was there to be the first people to learn how to read and write
id write down some stories of the lessons i was taught
tell everyone i knew
of the man i had met who taught me
if the bible is true
and there were that many witnesses

I know id pass it down to my children
and my grandchildren
nieces and nephews




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Depression Wars

What's the matter?
Are you worn-out?
Are you fatigued and tired?
Oh...please don't speak
I’ll help you out in no time
Just take your time to heal 

Rest on my shoulder
if it helps you
Loosen up the strain
and be lead charitably like a train
on its train tracks 

You need your rest
I could tell by the absence of your energy
spreading across your body and soul
It was my lucky guess
I must confess
that I felt insecure and hopeless
without you there
Oh...I can't bear
The thought of you
Leaving me behind
and unwanted in the street

I'm struggling with this
depression wars
I can't fight it
alone
I tried to fight
the useless tears,
the countless fears,
taking over me

I didn't mean to show
all that filthy anger
that crafts quarrels

Now I'm trying hard
To scrub the filthiness
Deep inside of me

This unwanted depression--
I haven't ever asked for it
I'm fighting this depression wars
now and forever
for you

My burdened soul cries for help
It wells up in pain
Why must I be
Messed up?
Screwed up?

Don't tell me that I'm
ignorant...self-centered
I've never asked
for this feeling of 
repulsive remorse 

Are you willing
to leave all our regrets behind,
taking us away from tranquil life?
Are you willing
to fight this depression wars
together as a team?

(this poem is based on a character I made a while back)


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God Took Away My Yesterdays

God Took Away My Yesterdays…

God took away my yesterdays, and gave a peace within.
He washed me clean and took away my sin!

God took away the sorrow I had 
and brought joy instead.
He gave to me words of life and his daily bread!

God took away the pain I had. 
 I no longer have to bear!
He spoke words of comfort to me 
and told me that he cares!

God took away the many uncertainties
 that laid before me…
He brought his love to my heart, 
and now is always with me!

God took away the “weights of life” 
that would “pull me down.”
Each day that I’m with him. 
 His grace is all around!

God took all doubts I had and brought
a healing to my mind!
He’s been good to me!  
 Always loving and kind!

God can take away your yesterdays! 
 Why not give him a chance?
He can change your life today! 
 No matter the circumstance!

God will always be there for you…  
Waiting for your call!
Living for him and trusting him 
will always be worth it all!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Tears from the Eyes

Slowly builds into a tear forming from with in. Sorrow, grief, and happiness of emotions build. Passion of what life is the start of what is. A rhythm of heart beat with in the tear. It builds and it grows and soon it will be flooded. Tear which breaks to make the river downward from faith. The reflection of what the eyes sees is all that takes. The river that is made is with in sin or sins boundary it is not fake.


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Whatever I am, I just accept


Amongst the countless grains of sand I sit and gather some in hand A moonless sky is up tonight Glittering stars with all their might The grains of sands I dare compare To the stars above to which I stare The mind assumes it comprehends Although it only makes amend Am I a figment or just a dream? Or maybe just a being supreme Do I exist and does it matter As time passes and things get darker And what is time and how do we measure A second, a minute or something bigger Can we equate our life to be? Something as simple as energy I have no answers to all there is Nor do I wish to even perceive Whatever I am, I just accept As answers remain quite inept ©Elisabeth Dubois – Dec, 2011


Details | Verse | |

Where did the water go?

Where did the water go, tell me where
The windows of heaven were open
Yesterday the rains fell in flood here
And the thunder shook all heaven
But where did the water go
O where did the water go?

Where did the water go through the sand
Where does it sit among melting rocks
Where does the wind take it from the land
For no boat floats higher from the docks
So where did the water go
O where did the water go?

Where did the water go, there's no cold
To make again the white cliffs of snow
The water is melting, shrinking the pole
The trees are dying, dying so slow
But where did the water go
O where did the water go?

Where did the water go, forests sigh
In the heat of the shriveling sun
Green house gasses seal tightly the sky
Deserts increase, and where shall we run
No place between sand and sea
The water rises from ice steadily

Where did the water go, tell me where
When Noah's flood was gone, and shall it
Again appear since there's a rainbow here
Shall I a steward make men destroy it
The green earth of my faith? O
Say, where did the water go?


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Fade

What happens when you see the light,

It suddenly fades and then you knew you were right.



What happens when you fall to tears,

Then you realise you cant face your fears.



What happens when all you’ve said has gone wrong?

Do you stay weak?

Or act strong? 
 
 


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Blazin' Hope

With the spirit of a mermaid
  of depth and gold entwined
The red phoenix sun warms
  the marrow of the soul
The harmonic laughing that  
  deeply drums the beautiful
 rhythmn of what is yet to come


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SANCTUARY

SANCTUARY THE POOL HAS SURROUNDING GREAT BOULDERS ASSURING AND SECRETIVE, CUPPING WIDE BUBBLING DEEP BAPTISMAL RUSHES OF AZURE WATER RELEASES HOT FLASHING PENDANTS IN GLORIOUS JUNGLE REPRIEVE. THE POOL HAS MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM NIGHT ANIMALS CALLING GUESTS’ REST RULES, THE AQUIFER FLOWS UP STRONG, SPRINGS OUT WHITE FOAMING RIPPLES. SUPREME GREEN WATERCRESS REINS IN DRIPPING OVERHANGS AND COOLS. THE POOL HAS A PLACE FOR CONTINUOUS QUIETUDE FOR MEMORIES SWEET AND SOUR, THAT LACKS POUNDING REMMNANTS FROM OLD HUMAN CRITIQUES RINSED AWAY IN DEEP DIPS REFRESHING THE MIND WITH A SOFT CLEANSING POWER. THE POOL HAS MAGNIFICENT WATERFALLS OF TREMENDOUS HEIGHT AGAISNT GLISTENING SUNRAYS, SPINNING CRISP REFLECTIONS INTO A TUMBLING CHURNING BOTTOM WHERE YOU STAND. SWIMMING IN THESE SPECIAL WATERS NEW SOUL AND REJUVENATED BODY, YOU IT PAYS. THE POOL HAS THE MASTER’S UNIQUE CIRCUMFUGAL TOUCH OF BEAUTY IN EERY MOSS COVERED STONES, SLEEPING LEOPARD, RED PARROT, ELEPHANT EARS AND CAMILLA FLOWERS ALONG AND NEARBY, RESOLVES EVERY COURAGEOUS THOUGHT FOR A SATISFIED FLATLAND RETURN OF NEW OLD BONES. BY JEAN A. WILSON, SEPTEMBER 1, 2011


Details | I do not know? | |

Anticipating

The right to find a new beginning has swelled
with water from you flooding my old end.
I've drown myself into oblivion,
I'm tossing and turning again.
Where is my new beginning?
it's been flooded by old blocking new in.
I need to see new horizons,
but I'm scared of the places I've been.
Heaven is in a dream
that's just around the corner seeping in,
awaiting me,
and God I'm so scared to breathe in.


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Who is the Son of God?

Lord Jesus  
A Son of God,
I read it in the Bible.
Where also lord mentioned.
A false prophet will be born.
After this message,
Lord Muhammad was born,
And these teachings were never accepted 
Christians followed Lord Christ holy Bible,
That ‘d written by his followers,
Because he was unable to write.

If this is the truth,
Who was the father of God?
That was the father of Lord Christ?

If Mary was virgin,
And God took this responsibility,
That her child, 
Jesus is a Son of God,
Is it that means? 
God was a human.

I read also on many occasions, 
Devil also slept with many women,
But nobody claimed that,’ he was a son of devil.
As Dalits were accepted untouchables,
Over the centuries and Mahatma Gandhi,
Accepted Indians ‘A father of nation’,
Claimed that untouchables are ‘harizans’.
The Son of God.

In 2001, The World conference against Racism,
Taken place in Durban that I attend,
And protested that, ’Casteism is Racism’. 
The 7th Global form,’ reinventing Government’ in Vienna,
I attended where I heard,
UN failed to hear Dalit’s issue of Caste,
Because they admitted that, 
Gandhi was a great philosopher.
He will be awarded with noble prize.

I appreciated the world philosophers,
Who admit Gandhi’s Claim that 
250 million Dalit’s are not human,
They are the Son of God as Lord Jesus Christ
But was that reason, 
Not Christians, not Muslims, not Jews, not Buddhists,
Condemned UN role of discrimination against Dalits.
Is these religions accepted that,
Gandhi was a great philosopher,
250 million Dalits are the Son of God,  not human. 
If they accepted that Dalits are also human,
They must claim to UN,
How did they fail to address?
Dalit rights are also human rights.


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The joke I'm not telling

pointless
building a mystery for tomorrow
only to break out of routine
try to be surprised
find a way to get away from blind leading the blind 
a way for them to see
the riddle that makes them smarter
the one you can't tell properly
they must figure out on their own
then figure out their answer

leads me to the disasterpiece of how pointless it is
life seems to be like that
covering up its pointlessness
a routine of man's plan
caught in the middle of demon's listening in
to the instructions of how to write the instructions
for the angels
upon the mirrors for them to memorise
so it can dance upon the head of a pin

whirlwind
whirlwind
do you know what you did
when you said you planned to fail
you signed up for that box in the sky
to perfect it one at a time
the grace of it all
and die laughing like supervillians 
the ignorance
the bliss
the sin
and innocence of the joke we are about to become
that i am just not telling

The instructions for the angel to memorise
the hole in the plan the demons fall for again
the confusion of it all
sick sense of humor
and you say your not spoiled rotten
then why am i the only one crying to be the only one laughing
never mind I dont understand the way it was written
illustrating the mystery working of backwards logic
proof in the pudding of blame games
and super imaginative godlike children


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Found You

Freedom the cast of the greatest shadow
beacon light empty from my soul
i hope and pray for a better life
i rise from the dark and desolated valley
flames withering my crippled palace
sadly crying for help
solid bitterness forever
sunlit dreams ever so beautiful
faith
destiny
nothing at all
justice 
freedom
lonely lives
ill brake through the chains
refuse night
midst whirl winds
honoring justice
vast oceans
i sit in my palace
blowing off steam
honoring justice ever so mean
work together and join hands
shameful despair 
hallowed daybreak
the tast of night
rolls down like waters
breaking through the hallowed hole
of my honored soul...


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oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | I do not know? | |

Dancing among the Stars

As night is falling
Hear...  calling
As I go out... In the eve 
Dressed up in my evening gown
As a Man comes... for me 
He is all dressed up in his blues 
As we go unto the ball
Gone out on the town after all

Dancing among the Stars
Romance under the moon light
Out dancing on town
Dancing within the night lights
Just until midnight

For when the clock strikes
Midnight.. 
Then I must leave
Quickly… 
For I must go.. away
That way no one knows 
Whom I am…

Each week end
Dancing tis so much fun
Same ole thing
Hard to believe
Tis really... just a dream


But.. I shall dance among the Stars
Singing praises unto my king
My Lord.. my savior whom died for me
I shall rave.. and Dance for Jesus
I shall raise my hands and swing
I shall twirl about and dance
As my long hair flys in air.. within the wind
As I twirl around for Jesus again.. and again
And Dance always for Jesus..
For He the Only One
Then I shall.. dance.. the dance for Jesus
Raising and Praising unto my king
For everything.. His Glory Brings

Praise's be to God... Always.. 
Come dance for Jesus
Dance among the stars
In Heavenly home
Knowing now 
I shall never be alone…
Praise always be
To our everlasting king


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Song of Songs

Oh to sing the Song of Songs
and within his arms belong
there to look upon his face
is the dwelling of heavens place
 
with ones tears to wash his feet
and know his favor is complete
to share his table and his wine
and be bathed in Love divine
 
Perfect Love does cast out fear
when you walk with God so near
and when I become his lover
proceed he will my sins to cover
 
When born from God your free from sin
because the seed of loves from him
but the planted seeds must grow
spirit will teach what you must know
 
Not every spirit is from God
but only those who Jesus laud
that Jesus has come in the flesh
was propitiation with his death
 
That no lier works the truth
the serpents tongue a sayers sooth
practice of transgression commit
doing what love does not permit
 
If you walk in love you will not sin
or practice harm to other men
if for Love one becomes hated
from the world such is fated
 
That whosoever hears his voice
knowing loves the only choice
will be the one to overcome
walking as if already done
 
He who does not love knows naught God
nor in his path will he trod
but he that gave his life for us
and in him we will put our trust
 
Love is always perfect but I am not
covering for sin has Jesus bought
to purchase my life did he pay
the possession of Love forever stay
 
know little children love is from God
and he who walks with God walks in Love
 
source 1st John
Apocalypse 5:9-10 14:3 15:1-4
and Song of Solomon

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy 4th July

As up in deeep blue sky
within the night
Star Bursting within Air
tis Like As God's Love 
tis spread everywhere

Showering down
upon you and me
Bright Lights.. 
Heavenly

Love Shines Gloriously..
Tis Many Colors 
beholding Different types 
of Love.. in Truth 

Blessings are given
For earthly living
as Love tis Bursting
Shooting Flames

between two hearts
Knowing.. 
Love Glows 
Brightly Shines

Even in the dark
Love finds 
A way
To enter within

Precious Moments 
of True Love
For Life time
Begins without end

Come to Jesus
Obtain Eternal Life
Receive Blessings
Showering of God's Divine Love


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Remember That We Are Beautiful

Remember That We Are BEAUTIFUL

As humans, we actively help others…ALTRUISTICALLY.
Benevolently relieving burdens pleasing…BIG-HEARTEDLY.
Celestial hoping rewards souls with inner strength's…CALM!
Divine inspirations amaze; its wonder delivers mountains of DELIGHTS.
Extraordinary and ordinary folks co-exist intrinsically…EQUAL.
Faithful followers of the inner voice, solve conflicts with…FAIRNESS.  
Generous gifts of which the Creator deems us worthy generates…GOODNESS
Happily, we comfort our friends and show compassion, healing…HEARTS
Individual industriousness provides direction…INDELIBLY.
Justice, when hearing the errant, seeks not revenge… JOYOUSLY.
Karma, led by spiritual energy, directs paths through life…KISMET.
Long-suffering and persistence charm leads sinners to heaven's …LOVES!
Mysteries uncovered feed curiosity, making man smarter…MARVELS
Notwithstanding sacrifice, we do favors for friends…NECESSARILY.
Offering our allegiances, we defend our homelands…OBEDIENTLY.
People inspired, promulgate principals to live by…PEACEFULLY. 
Questioning selves and reality in order to improve…(getting better) QUARELLESSING.
Remembering and respecting other's feelings and beliefs…REVERENCING
Steadfastly selecting supreme humility as a goodly option…SELFLESSLY!
Trusting many to choose right, we exemplify faith in mankind…TIRELESSLY.
Utopia as a goal, defended to the death, bravely seeks the right…UNENDINGLY.
Voices reaching out with good examples, void of hatred, overcome…VICTORIOUSLY.
We, the beautiful, care about the well being of others…WILLFULLY.
X-tra hopes, copious kindness, generous goodness, finds loves…XOXOX 
Yearning for self-improvement through soul searching surrenders…YESTERDAYS.
Zealous living shines from within and befits us, beautiful mankind's ZENITH.

© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 24, 2010
Poetic Form: Double ABC ...a touch of End Rhyme!  (FUN!)





Details | Rhyme | |

I Met Someone With Many Struggles


I Was Talking To Someone With Many Struggles,…

I was talking with someone with many struggles.
It seemed like everything he tried just meant “trouble.”

He was trying to pay the bills the best he could.
Why he had so much trouble….  Wasn’t understood?

He asked why God could allow him so many trials…
He had certainly traveled many journeys and miles!

He asked for prayer and I didn’t know what to say.
I knelt with him and bowed down to pray.

I remembered the journeys I had been through.
And at times I really didn’t know “what to do!”

I remembered when it seemed like 
the world was “crashing in.”
There was no one I could turn to...  Not even a friend!

I cried; “Lord, If I lose everything else but still have you…”
“Then I don’t care what happens or what others do!”

As I shared with him the struggles I’ve dealt with,,,
I shared with him God’s love that I’ve been blessed with!

As I shared with him I felt a “lifting” of his heavy burden.
His faith in Christ became all the more certain!

Jesus said; “in this word you shall have much tribulation.”
“I have overcome!” “Rejoice with jubilation!”

He is and will always be the answer
 to your every problem!
Won’t you invite him in and
 allow him to “solve them?”

His love is ever so patient, willing and kind…
And is here with you…  Every single time!

He is powerful!.  He’s the beginning and the end!
He’s all you ever need!  
Glory to God and AMEN!!!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Fantastic Voyage

Living on the edge was a suicide way before my time!
A soul spread wide open with a spirit that truly believes.
Walking on water and backwards with life that glares over the sunshine!
The fantastic voyage rides the high and almighty waves of the greatest seas.
A voyage to never-never land right where I know I will always want to be.
True uninhibited expression is my addiction all within myself.
A soul climaxing in the exhibition of capturing all of the free empty space!
Walking the planks with the thrill of excitement from what’s consumed as it’s felt,
The fantastic voyage is aimed straight for that perfect little happy place.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to stay.
Unpredictable with such balance is my mystery out there all on its own.
My soul opens and wills me to explore the depths of all that is real or such.
Walking the tight rope and looking down with my talent so proudly shown.
The fantastic voyage is never enough but is always over by too much.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to feel what I touch.
Deep within the depths of all the deepness is where my connection is found.
A vibrant soul with brilliance magnified by a common need that has just got to give!
Walking narrow ledges with confidence and truly the one that has got to be proud!
The fantastic voyage gained my moments in time that I can say were actually lived.
My voyage to never-never land is where I will surrender standing on top of my deadly ground!


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Sisters

Genetically imaged of self
Back to back
we are the for each other,
day and night,
in life and spirit
You teach me all things;
oscillate between 
positive and negative,
right and wrong,
in and out,
up and down…
We may fight, disagree;
but deep down 
it’s because we care
on such deep level
Like it’s ‘me’, 
that wants be there
Guess what is most important,
are the moments that we share
We are sisters,
we are family,
and with love
are always there!


Details | I do not know? | |

Proof

The eye of the beholder is in the power of his mind.
The loyalty within his heart is the hardest thing to find.
The truth and passion in his blood that makes his veins burn blue,
Are all the riddles in his head that proves himself to you.


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The Mirror Of LIfe

The Mirror Of Life… If the mirror of life was reflecting my mind... What kinds of things would a person find? … Would there be much “confusion?” Would it be a “wandering mind” filled with “pollution?” Do you give much thought to what enters in? As the battle for the mind… Each day begins. God’s given us a clear path. A NEW direction! It began with Christ and his resurrection! YOU can have your mind renewed by God’s word. HIS purity in your thoughts… Need to be “stirred!” It’s the Godly way of thinking that’s the best choice. He speaks hope to all. In a “still small voice.” Won’t you allow him to put a "new mirror" back on? He’s here to help you in a “world gone wrong.” Experience all that he has to give and so much more! He’s willing to help… What are you waiting for? He can give TRUE LOVE and a “cleansing” throughout. This is our God. This is what he’s all about! He is a God of restoration and a hope divine… Now is the opportunity! Now is THE TIME! By Jim Pemberton


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The Four Brothers of Equus

Gallops in the shadows,
feared by mortals:
bearing on their collars
the stewards of blitz.
Like thunder from beneath,
their presence, sensed:
beware, I daresay
before facing the eve.

The White Brother comes
with the archer, crowned:
the arrows have dogma,
unfortunately, malign.
Claiming the head
although contrived,
this rider leads
by construing minds.

Still fresh, the stains
on the Red One’s skin;
as his rider murders
random martyrs.
A lake of blood
has now consumed-
the soil that's stabbed
by slaughter and war.

The rider with scales
is on the shoulders of Black:
ignoring the famished
and preferring the heeled.  
Discarding the purpose
of balance and just, 
vultures feast
on empty stomachs.

The last to arrive
is the Sickly Kin:
senile and pallor,
barely could he tread.
His rider: a frame
of calcium, decayed;
they’re followed by the lord
of lightless abyss.

Brothers of Equus:
on their shoulders, rest:
the four beasts revealed
from the final testament.
The prophecy may have failed
to disclose when will be;
we can still, nonetheless, 
give light to each morning.

Apocalypse are feared
by those, unprepared;
the others however,
anticipate its advent.


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Christ Death On The Cross

Christ’ Death On The Cross… Christ died for me… I didn’t deserve it! His life for mine… He preserved it! His gift of salvation… I received it! After reading John 3:16. I believed it! His hand of mercy has graciously been extended… My broken life has now been “amended I’m thankful for what Christ did for me! His gift of love is plain to see! Throughout life… Often facing a difficult circumstance…” Jesus has given me hope... And a second chance! I’ll try my best to live as he would want me to… Without him… I have no one else to turn to! Thank you Jesus! For being my best friend! You washed me clean… And took away my sin! You’ve done what you said… And so much more! You’re certainly worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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Loving, Living Faith

FAITH without works is dead: insignificant.

LOVING without manifested deeds is only talk: lip service.

LIVING without love and faith is vain and futile: has no purpose.

Loving, living faith broadens every horizon and makes each day so much brighter.

No matter where one has  been or even where one is now is a barrier to future 
success and where one can be when loving, living faith is a constant virtue that is 
exercised, practiced, and set in motion in daily living.

Loving, living faith accepts no defeat; never gives up; never gives in-
Leaves no room for doubt that no matter what happens on this pathway of life to 
eternal life, hope is an unchanging weapon to help one continue to fight, to 
persevere and thus overcome to finally gain the Victory.


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To walk out your door

It takes uncertainty, I know 
to walk out your door 
and walk through another that’s not yours 
Of course, there’s too a course 
that other, unfamiliar, shoes use 
There are signs and there are signs 
not always along the way 
There is opportunity 
there is stop’n wait’n see 
choices others can’t make 
You’ll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right 
Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night 
There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss 
and love’s. . . not yet in the toss 
Advice listened, taken and given 
Too few things, too many things. . . you’ll come to know 
It takes certainty 
to walk out your door


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Emotinal Warrior

they dont know
what the hell ive been through
when i come into the horizon of sensuality and twilight
it is all just a  mask
which conceals the inside
the passion and pain
which i thrive in and endure every living moment
i hide it unders craters and cevaces of earthly beauty and seductivity
as though I am the noir reincarnation of the Goddess Monroe herself
but alas, there is so much more to me
than that
I long to die
to no longer exist
for I am haunted as an old cottage in a valley of sorrow and destruction
they dont know what it is
to suffer as i have
torment and displeasure of the heart
crucifixtion of the soul
burial of dignity which has been stripped from me
I long to be more than God
yet less than man
a woman
I yearn for love, i cry for the attention that no one wants me to recieve in due time
the dragons of eden have sought to plunge me into the pit
and as i wait for eternal damnation
i always remember this
i am
an emotional warrior......

end


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I'll Never Be The President


I'll Never Be The President... I have no intentions to be the president... This world is not my eternal residence! I Have no intentions to live in a cathedral.. Nor to engage in what's merely "procedural." I have no intentions of getting too "political..." I don't want to be too "hypocritical." I have no intentions of being "famous" or "admired." This is not my ambition, nor my desire! My intentions I hope are pretty clear... To follow Jesus... Whom I love so dear! My intention is do my very best... To live for Christ. I am so blessed! My intention is to focus on this one goal… To seek after God with all of my soul! My intentions need to be fixed and directed. Following God's word, as I'm daily "corrected." My intention is to focus on Christ with my mind! And to give him my life and my time! Christ' intention is to be my Lord and friend. And to cleanse me from the darkness within! Christ intends to always be faithful and true! He's always there for ME and for YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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Dreamlight

He is a dreamlight,
Sacred and strong,
Coincidently with me,
Loving and strong,
He and I fly like two blue jays,
Then perched on a spruce branch,
He is my morning and my night,
My beginning and my finish,
I find him in my dreams,
Also with good memories,
Will he and I meet again,
Destiny complex and religious,
God guides and the mystery continues,
He is a miracle of the future.
I pray that he is from God's kingdom.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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What You're Luck Runs Out You're At A Dead End Road

What if your "luck has all run out?"
"No one listens" no matter 
how loud you shout.

What if your life has come to
 "a dead end road."
You've lost everything... Even your
 car's been towed.

What if all you have
 "suddenly dissappeared."
Your circumstances can
 be decribed as "wierd."

What if you got on your 
knees in prayer.
Knowing there's a God
 who really does care.

What if you gave Jesus 
complete control.
Giving him your life, 
heart and eternal soul.

What if Jesus gently wiped 
away your tears.
And his peace calmed 
all anxieity and fears.

What if you realized at 
this moment in time.
Jesus is worth more than
 a large gold mine.

What if he restored that you've
 lost & all that's been tekan.
With him on board... You're never forsaken!

An abundant life is that he 
promised to give.
And he will enrich your life 
each day that you live!

By JIm Pemberton 
2006 


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Bones on the Grindstone

I will live forever, but not in this life
Our time will be severed and then re-aligned
I’m not here to belittle you
But to only reveal a clue
-- The rest is up to you
When dealing with this issue
It’s up to every individual to see what we can do
If we’re forsaken or are capable
We have the potential to be unstoppable
-- Now how is this possible? –

Faith, belief, divinity
The path has been in front of you
But you cannot see
Must be through eyes of near purity
(Through eyes of near purity)
Only one man was perfect
But the way was laid out for the rest of us
With a good heart and a good mind
A path you will then find
-- Never in wickedness –

Not a task impossible
Just extremely difficult
Our lives have been perpetual
Within a mask exceptional
The “Great Mystery” to our salvation
Is really quite simple
Or you still don’t know
What the hell I’m talking about, you see
I had the key, but never tried the lock
Stubbornness and stupidity
Are the two main things
That holds back the world a lot

More than you realize
It’s the doom to our own demise
A wicked, fatal disguise
(Can anyone crack the code?)

-Boz-


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When I Needed Someone Jesus Was There



Jesus Was There… Jesus was there…. When my life hit “rock bottom.” All of my problems and worries… He reached out and “caught ‘em.” Jesus was there… When I felt lonely and was frightened. His love shined through, and my life was “enlightened.” Jesus was there… After all of my “friends” disappeared… His love for me became so evident and clear! Jesus was there… To take away all of my sins! It’s only in Christ… Where true fulfillment begins! Jesus was there… Very patient and willing to understand… For all of my failures... He reached out his hand! Jesus is here right now! And wants to express… It’s only in him… Where there's peace and rest! Jesus is here right now! Won’t you open up your heart? Spending time alone with him… Is a great place to start! Jesus is here right now! And forevermore shall be… Waiting for you to join him… For all eternity! By Jim Pemberton 12/08/11


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We're Greatly Influenced By Society


We’re Greatly Influenced By Our Society We’re greatly influenced by our society. Our culture comes in many types of “varieties.” Often, there is a wicked and sinful force.. As people forget God, and look to another “source.” Too often, many in society have “confused” minds. Evil and perversion come in many different kinds We often read in the news just about every day. Something that another “confused” mind has to say. “Where did this person go wrong?” Is wondered. Another family or person is “torn and plundered.” “If my people humble themselves, and repent of their ways.” “I will heal their land!” This is what God says! Without God as the focus of our life’s attention. We’re sure to go “off course.” Into the wrong direction. “There is a way that seems right.” “But the end is death.” This is a truth of God’s word… Until your last breath! Jesus is the answer to any kind of difficult situation. We desperately need him all across our nation! Only he brings the love and fulfillment we need to obtain. We can find everything we need in HIS precious name! By Jim Pemberton


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Worship not the Creature But THE CREATOR

Many worship the creature(man)...
 rather than the creator.
This is often portrayed 
 on t.v. and the theater.

Twisting God's truth into 
a corruptible lie,
Many seek anything they
 feel will "satisfy."

Their minds become filled with 
wickedness of every kind.
Not willing to give a loving God
 just a little of their time.

Addictions creep in... often
 catching one unaware.
Soon, trapping people into
 temptation's snare.

Only the blood of Jesus can give
 a way to escape.
You must do it now--
before it's too late!

Only through him, can you
 have victory each day.
With every temptation... 
Jesus will make a way!

Worshiping the creator is what 
you were designed to do.
All of heaven anxiously extends
 an invitation to you!

Allow Jesus to bring true joy and 
satisfaction to your soul!
It's only in him, that you can be 
set free and made whole!

By Jim Pemberton 
2007


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Song of the Bride

My Lord is he who sits on the throne
I await his return to enter his home
I am unworthy my Lord to recieve your grace
a slave in the world has been my place

Why would the lowly you engage
the house of sin has been my cage
you purchased me and gave me leave
into your freedom I was recieved

You washed me clean and gave me robes
the colors of the fields are now my clothes
the strength of your soul must I seek
for I am abject and very weak

Tears of joy do stream my face
within your mansion I have found a place
a humble servant you have lifted high
Your tender mercies shape my cry

Master you are and will remain
favor of countenance do I gain
Instruct me my Lord in your ways
In your house I will find length of days

I am far from home it is my fear
that I will fail before redemptions here
await I for the chariots carriage
to be recieved and prepared for marriage

My Lord and King tarry not long
for my desire is to sing your song
with exultation and joy within your grace
awaiting am I to look upon your face

sources Song of Solomon
Proverbs 31:10-31
Apocalypse 5:9-10 7:1-8 14:3-5
15:3-4 21:9-27 Matt 25:1-13
John 3:29

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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A Magical Journey

I hold three rocks softly in my hand
Rolling them over, and over again
This reality I leave far behind

Thinking on the time when the rocks did find
'twas at Spewell Bluff where the river bends
Where my dream time seemed to never end

Dreaming of one stone that changed history
Gathered from a brook it is a mystery
David placed it in his shepherd's bag

From there he surely did not lag
Ran on ahead and faced the giant
Smooth stone in the sling it is science

David released it in the air
The Philistine giant tumbled down there
God guided that stone like a missile






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Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


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The Guide

Bright light calls, guides through
The dark forest to a land
That flows with milk, honey


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Winter Solitude

Snow covers softly
No movement except slow stream
Red flame cardinal


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This Thing Has A Hold Of Me I'm So Discouraged

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”
I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!
The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…
I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…
I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!
I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.
“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”


By Jim Pemberton  
 02/05/11


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What, Me Worry??

Some people are concerned
They wonder and they fear
Just how and when they'll die
The thought, it seems so queer
Not like we have a choice
And so I'll tell you why...
but it's only my own voice...

I've been dead before,
I'll be dead again,
The thought of fearing it
To me just seems inane

Whether it's nothingness after
Or to a heavenly place we go
The thought to me seems dafter
But I don't really claim to know

So I worry not about things to be
Of which I have no control
Just accept what's been doled to me
Peace is my only goal

So I thank Alfred E. Newman
On each cover of Mad magazine
He gave me this great title
Such wisdom is rarely seen...

So sleep in peace my friends out there
It's all in God's great hand
Life and death two sides of the same coin
I hope you understand

And now I've said my piece
So off to bed I go
Is sleep a bit like death?
That I'd like to know

Cause sleep is my favorite time
No pain, no  worries, no cares..
Someday we'll all find out
At that time when God shares
What some consider the ultimate mystery
The big answer that they seek
Go to sleep this evening
May God give you a peek!


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There Was A Time In America

There Was A Time In America… There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even In public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the Bible and do to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life. This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton 11/25/11


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THE UNSPEAKABLE

Mood swings tormenting
An attitude developing
A tear appearing
A smile fading
A face pouting
Shoulders shaking

Chills gallore
Crying some more
A look of disgust
A feeling of hate
Loosing the trust
Having no fate

Heading for trouble
Becoming a rebel
Crossing the borders
Disobeying all orders
Being disruptive
Rather than productive

Everyday you live
Becomes more repetitive
Something happened to you
Left without a clue
Unable to admit you knew
The impossible would come true


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Life Is Just TOO Short

Life Is Short.... Life is to short....it goes by too fast... what you do for Christ is a treasure that will last. I know we get busy with our house and nice cars... Food on the table, plenty of "cookies in the jars." We forget the time we spend with our family... Trying to live our lives pretending we're happy. We want to show off "our" possessions and charm, but are often walking in danger and harm. When our true love is not Jesus... but things... Our "wealth", our house, diamonds and rings. On the inside, we're empty, God's love we're without... We often forget what being a child of God is all about. Return to your first love—don’t hesitate... Do it now....the hour's growing late!!! By Jim Pemberton


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Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


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Enchanted Voice

His wisdom found behind illusion’s dreams,
With magic and music combined in song,
He leads Man from the grasp of greedy streams
The druid god among the divine throng.
Whilst in the trees we hear his battle screams
He drew his blade so the lapwing could fly
Through azure skies above the wondrous Earth
So Man could hear the joy as the deer sigh.
Now as I wander through the forest lands
I seek the unknown things that he gave worth
I look again when roaming the dune sands
The breath of life that is a son of Don
I seek with my lips, my eyes and my hands
To see the beauty that Gwyddion won.


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Jesus Is Here To Help Us

Christ Is Here To Help Us…

Christ is here to help us when things go wrong.
He is there for us! Even if we feel “we don’t belong.”

Christ is here to help us, when all is “sinking fast.”
His love for us is eternal, and will always last!

Christ is here to help us, each day and hour!
He alone is God!  He is awesome and has the power!

Christ is here to help us, when we feel alone.
He wants to be with us, and wants to fill our home!

Christ is here to give us anything that we need.
He’s given to us his word which we ought to read!

Christ is here right now and 
extends his salvation!
We can be made forever…  A brand new creation!

Christ is here right now and offers us his grace!
He provides comfort and joy
and a resting place!

Christ is here right now and wants each to know…
Though your sins be as scarlet,… 
They can be white as snow!

Christ may come tomorrow…  
Are you ready if he came?
Won’t you trust him with your life
 and call on HIS name?

Jesus is your answer!  Your hope in 
whatever your situation!
We waits with arms extended 
and an open invitation!

By Jim Pemberton


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The Battle For The Mind

The Battle For The Mind... Inside of you is a battle for the mind. It's been here since the beginning of time. A battle that rages for your very soul. This battle is with you wherever you may go. Good vs. evil is the battle that rages on. It's either doing what's right or wrong. There is a righteous path you should take. Choose it now! Before it's too late! Your solid choice and true foundation. Is living by God's word and his divine proclamation. His proclamation of love amd a call to obey. He loves you more than words could say! Allow his word to cleanse your mind within. With God on your sid... You will win! His word shall give you peace and joy each day you live! He's waiting so patiently and willing to forgive! Give him a chance in all that you do! Jesus is at your hear't's door... waiting for you! By Jim Pemberton


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Listen, Can You Hear?

Listen! Can you hear?
The gentle fall of every tear.
When you quiet your busy mind
Can you hear the turning tide ?
When you start to fall asleep,
Can you hear the children weep?
When you enter the world of dreams
Do you hear the rippling streams?,
Is  your drifting  mind bemused,
Or in your dreams are you confused?
Are the words so eloquently spoken 
To keep your fragile heart unbroken?
Listen! Listen! Can you hear?
Angels whisper in your ear.


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She is mine

I am the formula that brings her to ecstasy 
Her beauty as craved my fantasy 
As she lay upon my chest 
Through her blossom, I am truly blest.
She’s the rose of my life 
The one to be my wedded wife
She’s my help meet through the hardship and strife
Every morning as I woke up
She’ as been my corn syrup
As I go out through the crack of dawn 
I am the one to mow her lawn
In her fears 
Through her tears
She yield to my warming embrace
I love her at every moment from beginning to end 
She’s brilliantly wise
I tell you the truth 
God has given me the correct prize
She has allow me to grow 
None of a scare crow. 
She’s hundred percent 
She’s no less than a cent 
I crave for her increase 
Through Jesus Christ the one who paid the ultimate price.
‘Me n she’ trusty love will never decrease.



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The Labyrinth

Trust the path
to lead
have confidence in the direction
find  solace in its rhythm
as you walk
towards discovery
Rest and ponder
draw strength
from human frailty
and its capacity to endure
complete your walk
in faith
made whole.


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I Was The One You Knew Long Ago

I Was The One... I was the one you knew long ago. You told me then,... You loved me so. I was the one you once loved to talk about. You said that you loved me beyond any doubt. I was the one you chose to always follow. A hunger for me... You can no longer "swallow." I was the one you cried to, in a difficult time. Now you have removed me far from your mind. I was the one you once held dear to your heart. Please return to me now. I will not depart. I am the one you try to remove from your mind. But my love for you will stand the test of time. I am the one... Jehovah. El-Shaddai. All of your needs. I shall supply. I am the one who is waiting for you. I am here right now... The rest is up to YOU! By Jim Pemberton


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The pain of Growth

In growing, there is something to celebrate, and something to morn. Like loving a rose and catching the thorn, and the chrysalis sacrificed to the butterfly born!


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Why Not Give God A Chance

Why Not Give God A Chance?

As sin and corruption often 
become integrated…
So many lives and families 
are being “disintegrated.”

Many are being driven 
by sin’s temptation force…
It’s no wonder many homes 
end up in divorce.

The morality and values that 
once made a great nation.
Are now absent.  Leading to a 
“spiritual separation.”

Love, honor, and respect…
 Are a “thing of the past.”
Anything of God seems to be 
disappearing FAST!

God is our only hope!  
And him alone!
Only he can bring healing
 to the broken home.

He’s the answer to the heart that bleeds!
It’s only him that can 
meet all of our needs!

He’s our provider…  
The great: “I am that I am!”
Won’t you reach out to him?
And give him your hand?

Why not give him a chance?  
And allow him in?
A brand new life for you…  
 Is waiting to begin!

Allow his peace and love to reach 
down into your heart…
Asking; “Lord please help me!” 
 Is a good place to start!

By Jim Pemberton  
08/21/11


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Flight 370 Things Suspended In Air

     Flight 370 Things Suspended In Air

Fresh out of bed
In long disjunction with the day
With due reverence for the missing
Suspended in the air
All things held suspect
Something takes shape out there
But there's nothing there
We’re not quite sure
Nothing looks familiar
How did they get..... somewhere?
A woman then approaches
With every sound of softness
She told them to relax
With every confidence
This flight has ended in the air
It’s been suspended
It does not really matter
Things like facts
Let us gather more data though
We're good at that
They asked her why
Some things have no answer
We don’t know why
This conversation
Like the flight
Has ended
Somewhere in the sky


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Black Lilly

Black Lilly:

The red sun sets as the crystal moon rises over the vast country side. Stars above glisten with perfection in bright arrays as the earth below them silently moves.

Her aging pale eyes look outward in wonder as she cradles a black book in her withered hands. Her wisdom beckons for reason but her heart yearns for change. Though she knows its wrong, she cant resist.

“Black Arcana, god of the forbidden art, hear my voice and grant my wish of eternal youth! Take these hands of a crone and blinding eyes, color my ice white hair and sweeten my voice with a sultriness.”
She gazes at the words written on the crumbling page.
“A maidens tongue, the sent of first love, and a true virgins heart.”

The older women known as black Lilly stirs her concoction carefully as the blood of her victim drips down the wooden ladle.

Blackness twists and winds as fog fills the tiny room with putrid smelling pink hues.

Slowly she is consumed by her witchery.

Lilly’s hair softly turns blonde as her large eyes dilate blue.
“Yes, make me beautiful!”
Her trembling voice cries.

Suddenly the old grandfather clock strikes two as the bells chime fiercely throughout her room.

She stands upright in awe no longer feeling the plaguing resistance of old age. Lilly smiles and giggles under her lovely breath.

Abruptly she is stuck by the sound of her voice.
“no, this cant be!”
She screams.

Her reflection stares back at her with a shocking realization.
“A child, I have been turned into an eternal child!”

She falls to her shaking knees and grieves, for her gift of eternity has become an everlasting curse.


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End hold

human kind

Confused and blind

Filled with lust

Having no trust

It is the end of us

 

The time in nearing

It's coming close

Watch and listen

There is no hope

 

The only plan is my own

Only shared with whom iv'e told

 

It may be dark

It may be bleak

But strong and bold

I will uphold those i know have

true worth of their soul


Details | Cinquain | |

Hope

Hope,
Desire of mind
Excites eagerness of heart
Dreams for the welcoming moments
Hope


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TO EXIST IS MORE THAN A MYSTERY

To exist is more than a mystery, 
each star has its own beauty
and like ours, they're wondrous...
who can ever be so dubious?


On creation day the void became bright,
stars shone further than the moonlight...
then the earth's valleys were filled with water,
birds began their first flight into the purest air.   


Why doubt the Source that made it all possible,
it didn't come from nothing: a Higher Spirit had to do it,
and it may sound conceivable but somehow incredible...
how often we meditate its grandeur and praise it?     


To exist is more than a mystery to all of us,
should we reject the simple fact that creation wasn't divine,
but an explosion which shook the entire Universe...
so powerful to make suns, moons and planets perfectly align?


Whether we are atheists, or believers of Genesis and Noah's Ark,
we cannot deny the magnificent work of the Supreme Being
who is God: the One igniting in enraptured hearts the Firmament's spark...
and if to exist is more than a mystery, then what are we actually seeing?


Details | I do not know? | |

Words

I'm tired of trying to fit in
 because i keeping adding 
 but one and one don't add up
 so i take the three and my doubt
 enter a letter and make it alright
 and when i feel blue i'll make it all black
 because i can't go back to where i belong
 it's been so long i hope you are still strong
 i thought i could hold out th