You asked me to forgive you
Still you would cause me pain again
Your words rained down like daggers
Soaking my soul with so much pain
I know i was taught to forgive
It became harder every day
All the ways you had to hurt me
I was the game you loved to play
You had quite an imagination
The ways you would describe my demise
Thankfully I chose not to follow
Yours was a pathway paved with lies
In my mind I reinvented
Chose a future that was worthwhile
Yes I took a few steps backwards
Still moving forward all the while
As the gap between us lengthened
God took my heart and made it whole
Yes beginnings are important
I learned forgiveness plays a role
It was not so much about you
Or all the things that you had done
My healing could not be complete
Without knowing God's only Son
There is light beyond the darkness
Perhaps one day I will see your face
I hope you asked God for forgiveness
Your sins will be gone without a trace
If my Savior can forgive you
The way he has forgiven me
There is more to who you were
Than what I was able to see
I forgive you dad
The warrior lays her weary head,
With heavy heart she cannot bear,
Burning tears stream down her face,
As whispered memories touch the ear.
Her armour tarnished by remorse,
Her battle-cry a wimpered row,
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude,
Will never know forgiveness now.
The song began two score ago,
When two came knocking at her door,
In need of refuge from the world,
Of that, and love, and little more.
Forced to fight for every smile,
Her only solace found in song,
She longed for love to rescue her,
And plant her where she could belong.
Jealous tongues are seldom kind,
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love,
The caged canary only sings,
When coaxed to praise from up above.
For the steely spine that now I own,
Forever shall I grateful be,
A gift from her, and from her own.
Courage mounted inwardly.
I'll not forget how I have loved thee,
And youthful memories I will prize,
Til on the shore of His forgiveness,
Whereto now, we both shall rise.
Sometimes, I think about my life
And the prices I have paid
All the places I have been
The choices I have made
Seems somewhere along the path
I stumbled upon a stone
At that moment I realized
I’d forgotten my way home
My home became a prison cell
My memory was forgotten
My soul was like an egg
An egg that had gone rotten
Sorry I had to go away
You didn’t deserve my shame
I moved very far away
No connection to my name
My life has always been a lie
One I kept hidden from you
When you thought I was in college
Serving time up in the zoo
On the day I was released
You thought I graduated
The moment you were most proud
Another lie to be hated
I have learned it’s never to late
I believe those words are true
Grandma I’m on a mission
I will graduate for you
I really want to earn the pride
You gave me so long ago
I think it will bring some peace
Releasing guilt up in my soul
I’ve learned in the game of life
We must earn our pride
Even if the people are gone
Resting on the other side
I’ve learned in the game of life
Even though they may be hard
Choices aren’t like rolling dice
They're not like flipping cards
Choices define who we are
I know these words are true
Every choice I know make
Are bringing me back home to you
Grandma, I know where heaven is
It’s right here inside my heart
Inside of mine your memory
Until death will never part
During the time I have left
I vow to always let it show
All the seeds you sowed in me
I shall nourish as they grow
In the end I’ll sit with you
Just like when I was a boy
We’ll sing and praise Jesus’ name
With eternal everlasting joy
Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”
Hatred is a smoldering fire
That burns beyond control.
An insidious, lethal poison
That will slowly kill the soul.
Forgiveness is the antidote
For hatred's deadly sting.
It's a bitter pill to swallow,
But a precious, healing thing.
Hatred's part of Satan's plan,
Designed to bring us misery.
Forgiveness is a gift from God,
Sent to cleanse and set us free.
Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.
You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.
Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.
Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.
The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.
The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" - themes-gothic/spiritual
Remorse, he knocked at man's front door,
a proud and somber beggar
and asked if he could speak to us
of hatefulness and guile.
"What say you, Sir?" We asked Remorse
with curious concern.
"I've come to bend the hearts of man
and promise soon that I'll
wage war against your ancient foes;
Indifference and Disdain
to bring you back to empathy
and fellowship and kind.
Against the ghosts, he fought but lost;
accursed the useless war.
The fallen warrior was dead!
Then on his corpse - we dined,
but sinful gluttony soon left
the taste of bitter shame,
and we began to realize then
Remorse and all he gave.
His broken spirit once suppressed
has stirred in human kind.
Now all that we can do for him
is weep upon his grave.
Backwards became forward
Up became down
What I thought was square
Turned out to be round
Some who I thought loved me
Turned out to be foes
Twelve dozen roses
Not absorbed by one nose
I could see in the dark
Became blinded by light
When I should be afraid
I was feeling alright
A topsy turvy world
Never knowing what to expect
Even when I had earned it
I couldn't seem to find respect
I climbed many ladders
Slid down my share of snakes
Learned more by losing
Lived with my mistakes
The top was the bottom
My ideas flipped around
Transformed by heaven
Prostate on the ground
With my head bowed low
My heart became clear
What seemed a great distance
Was actually quite near
For within my smallness
I discovered what was vast
The future had been written
By the Author of my past
Things I counted as sorrow
Revealed to me my joy
I could not become a man
Without living as a boy
My end will be my beginning
When I am raised from the earth
What some will consider death
Will turn out to be my birth
For I have been forgiven
Without paying any cost
Thankfuly my Savior found me
Long before I knew I was lost
I have learned the hard way that people aren't always what they seem,
They look you in the eye, shake your hand, then take you to the cleaners.
It's been many a year that I have thought on this theme,
Ever since I was one of those who got caught by these schemers.
It would not be so bad if we could just open our eyes to see,
That they have no ones interest in anything but their own.
Perhaps that is the way it was and always will be,
At least until we have had that experience in our lives sown.
It is difficult to learn to trust anyone who comes to you,
Since you now look at everyone with a skepticism and mistrust.
But, there is one hope in all of this to take away that jaded view,
A hope that has always lain before us in the dust.
It was preached to us in many a form and style,
The Bible, Koran, other great works of religious zeal.
We have had the words written down for quite a while,
Yet, I wonder if those of us who read them really feel.
The great commandment to love God with your whole being,
Has been a message that comes through the ages.
And to love one's neighbor as you do yourself has more meaning,
Only if we try...for this is the yardstick by which the Lord gauges.
As for those who take advantage of others who cannot see,
I feel sorrow for them...for they have lost touch with life.
They may have great wealth, or possessions, or think they're happy,
But the Lord will meet out His justice to them for causing others strife.
As for me, it seems I have been on a long journey and I'm tired,
Tired of watching these villains prey and profit on the ones with naivete and weakness.
Preying on the young, the old, the sick, and those who aspired...
I was once a victim, but have now can only offer forgiveness.
It has taken a long time for me to reach this end,
As I once was so consumed by the sting of the hurt and anger.
On reflection, the only one who was hurt by my not wanting to mend,
Was me...my loved ones...my family...places where I no longer linger.
I write this now because it seems a necessity for me,
To express my feeling and thoughts on a life that was truly dead.
And to you who read this I have but one plea,
Say a silent prayer for my forgiveness from the Lord, when you bow your head.
That night within the garden lost,
How many tears were spent
In search of love at any cost?
How many hearts were rent?
Sin for a sin the coins were tossed!
How many lusts were vent
To quench the unrelented--mossed?
How many paid a cent?
In destination's final dross,
How many souls repent--
Escaping payment with The Cross?
How many knew Him sent?
grant me grace
this ghost of faith
burn the edge
of my desire
numb the burn
red of fire
my dullest friend
let me wake
and sleep again
blur my fate
bring me low
dream no more
search not of
look not for
dreams will float
a lake of sin
oh life unsure
a quiet cure
yes I thought
more in youth
now a lie
your will is mine
space of time
bring me forth
If reading this disturbs you
you're not the only one.
You are probably being reminded
of something you have done.
I am your painful reminder
that no one will forget.
I will always speak my mind.
I am not finished yet.
The pain you feel is nothing
compared to what you've done.
Don't worry, I know you're reading this
(and you're not the only one.)
It's so hard to move forward
Holding onto what is gone
I fail to see the sun rise
When I'm thinking of the dawn
There are words that I have spoken
That I wish could be reversed
Within the halls of memories
I choose to live among the cursed
Apologies not accepted
I mourn the friendships I have lost
The more that I commiserate
My soul is forced to pay the cost
So instead I'll choose forgiveness
I was never meant for this place
As I look towards my Savior
He removes all sadness every trace
In our complicated lives,
some will win and all will die.
Joy and pain, our common threads,
laughter comes and tears we cry.
At these crossroads, I have endured
sorrow and pain through darkest days.
Shadows smothered sleepless nights.
My sunny skies turned shades of gray.
I could suffer in self-pity,
not forgive and hide my smile.
I could act out the loser's role
and let the darkness stay awhile.
I choose to win and overcome,
yet clouds sometimes blow in again.
I just can't win, my heart cries out.
Then my soul cries, yes you can.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for I Just Can't Win contest (Joe Flach)
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.
Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!
I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
I came back to tell you I love you so
I was appalled. Is it mine, this baby?
You broke my heart you said who knows? Maybe
How could you treat me thus? I’ll never know.
I had no choice. You were at war, away
You could be killed and might not come again
If you do, Only God knows if and when
I was so alone and yes I did stray
I could not help myself. I needed you
I could not bear it. I was so lonely
But you, I really I loved so truly
Despite my stray Oh God and I still do
You see I knew an awful lot of chaps
Without you I had to find some comfort
One of them, Oh dear he was so expert
You ask me is this baby yours? Perhaps
Just a sequence, another one nightstand
Can you forgive me please? I could have lied
To be true to you well I really tried
I know I’m wrong but can’t you understand
I raised my hand to strike, I in distress
But no I could not harm you, even you
Because I never stopped loving you
And why should I kill? The child is guiltless
You had no choice. I was at war, away
I could be killed and might not come again
If I did, Only God knows if and when
You were so alone and yes you did stray.
I shall forgive, not as as cold as ice
You say it might be mine but are you wrong?
I want to trust you well but is it on?
So many men, you’ve strayed not once but twice.
Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!
I remember it now
Not all, but enough
To understand how
I am afraid to accept love
Because some love hurts
Especially the kind you gave
The kind nobody deserves
The kind that plants the seed of hate
It matters little if you feel remorse
Your guilt could never ease my pain
The damage you did cannot be reversed
I still wear the residue of shame
And you will never have my forgiveness
My hatred will be your only companion
As you lie upon your deathbed
Feeling frightened and abandoned
You still won't even have my pity
Pathetic as you are
All you will ever be is what you did to me
As I will always bear these ugly scars
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.
We said goodbye two years ago today -
I'll never forget the way I felt that day.
I couldn't breathe when the door closed between us
And your taillights dimmed as you drove away.
I never thought i'd breathe the same again,
As pain took away all my wind -
And i stood there deflated and broken
Refusing to accept the bitter end.
It happened on my best friend's wedding day.
I'll never understand why you did it that way -
I had visions of our wedding as I was standing there
But you ruined that for me and left my heart betrayed.
I never thought i'd get over it, not in a million years.
I cried what seemed a river's worh of tears.
I mourned for you like someone mourns the dead -
It was the realization of all my fears.
But once the salt left my wounds, I realized I was free,
Free from all the emotional torture you gave me.
Free from wondering where you were -
Free from the fragile little girl you made me be.
And I never looked back once you were gone.
I learned how hurt can make you strong,
I learned what a real man should be.
And with that, my old dear lover, so long.
Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.
Two funny little bunny rabbits
One chasing after the other
Mister had one thing on his mind
Miss Bunny had her druthers
All around the juniper tree
They scurried up a storm
Oblivious to the big bad wolf
Who was lurking in the corn
Wolfie jumped out and chased them
Soon forgot about their game
More concerned about surviving
To be eaten would be a shame
All bunnies are quick little devils
As they hippity hop around
Old Wolfie pal got out of breath
And had to go lie down
Bunnies are really nice little guys
Gathered leaves for Wolfie's head
He soon forgot about eating them
And nobody wound up dead!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Lord, please forgive the wrong I do,
Don't let it take me far from you,
Teach me to live, and learn, and pray,
As you wish, dear Lord, today.
Disillusioned by the words of hate,
Disatisfied with present fate,
Hope crouches in the corner there,
Muttering rebellion at despair.
Before the heart is torn to shreds,
Between the words alive and dead,
It must be bruised and brought to shame,
And eagerly accept the blame.
Life it seems is forcing me,
To choose between breath and liberty,
My transient soul would have me trade,
True love for oaths that I have made.
It beacons me to enter in,
And forms a soul for mine akin,
And bleeds and sheds it's tears as bait,
Treasonous wretch, it lies in wait.
The door has closed, distrust returns,
The heart that kills, is that which spurns-
the tender beats of a trusting heart,
And builds of words a wall to part.
I make an adder's nest my home,
And dream that I am not alone.
I pray that time would not stand still,
But into future pain would spill.
Grant me leave from this life's scars,
The treachery that wounds and mars,
God if indeed Your love is true,
Call me swiftly home to You.
Lack of perspective
on a burdensome life
leaves us in pieces
near a sharpened, slick knife.
Smashing heads yet again,
to the wall I beat mine,
trying to break through
to our friendship in time.
My appearance lacks
motivation and heart,
locked away in my mind,
I am falling apart.
I don't treat such a treasure
like one should be loved,
stopped giving time of day to
my friend from above.
Care too much
and stow it all away,
making it look like I don't care
whether you leave me or stay.
A painful gut feeling may
nibble at my gray heart,
but I just fear the truth
and I don't know where to start.
Free will and choice, we think we know,
the high road calls our name.
But man's destruction arises low
in a part we just can't tame.
And evil's there, in quiet repose,
we rap it's hollow door.
And here we sit for what we chose
as they tally the final score.
Of all the battles we fought within,
none matter but the last.
An epic struggle set to begin
from which our destiny is cast.
In the afterlife of death's staid pale,
too late to take a stand,
will eternity be in heaven or hell?
We must await the upper hand.
Covetousness or Greed begets
In our souls unkindness
And want of Charity or Love
You can't call back the things you've done,
Nor stop the words you've spoken.
Accusing one another now,
Will not mend pledges broken.
The past is but a memory,
Of old things done and over,
Merely shades of times gone by,
That cannot be lived over.
One cannot live one's whole life through,
Beneath a darksome burden,
To hurl dark spears of wrath o'er long,
Will cause a fearsome burgeon;
A growth that kills the good in life,
And leaves but empty shells;
It's best to leave the past alone,
Just memorys on the shelf.
"FOR WHERE ENVY AND STRIFE IS, THERE IS CONFUSION AND EVERY EVIL WORK."
It's a lot easier to hurt someone who cares about you than someone who doesn't.
For A Fragment Of Life Contest by Constance LaFrance - Aug. 20.2011
Show a little kindness
To everyone you meet
You'll never know the story
That makes them all unique
Everyone has a tale to tell
Some happy some are sad
We all can be affected
By the kind of day we've had
So if your waitress snubs you
Or a clerk is less than great
Showing a little kindness
May help to change their fate
Instead of scorn and ridicule
Help 'em above the fray
Pass along some happiness
So they may find their way
Show a little kindness
To everyone you meet
You'll never know the story
That makes them all unique
© Jack Ellison 2012
Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.
I sadly wear a crown of thorn
Upon the cross I am lifted
To this end was I born
Repentance, I have gifted.
It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.
Like a fiery vengeance
Grasped in open hand
Cuts the loathed foe
Stains your own land
Hate surges like flood
Shatters the weak soul
Spilling the divine blood
Of both sides involved
Anger drives men crazy
Like a tropical storm
Loss are assessed lately
When started to mourn
Forgiveness is not easy
And not for everyone
Don’t wait until query
What have I done?
It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.
When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.
Run do so many
Failing yet to see
Matters not where you go
For there, you'll always be
Scars of the past
Erase can you not
Freedom in forgiveness
Lessons not forgot
Memories that haunt
Serenade a tortured soul
Quiet calm does appear
Perfect storm, grows below
Change comes not easy
Resist - most, often will
Distracted in chaos
Excuse not to feel
Chase never ending
Full circle must you come
Words have you spoken
Things you have done
Healing found in time
Amends, can you make
As you were, so you are
New direction, yours to take
Sharing cold kisses
and another numb f***
I don’t want a future, dear
I guess you’re out of luck
Where there used to be electricity
all there is is stale breath
So touch my darkened heart goodbye
I’m sorry we part before death
Love should never be a chore
I care, but like you’re a brother
And incest isn’t really my thing
So you’ll have to love another
And if they know not what they do
The lonely weary souls
Who share the common goal
Imbibe a sense of disbelief
They wander aimless through and through
Panic stricken sullen
Risen and the fallen
Reality obscured by grief
To make amends from me to you
My proposition is
Give solace and forgive
What timeless would consider brief
End excursion black and blue
In the deepest ocean
Swim through tears forgotten
The joy we'll feel from such relief
I bring you my little heart
It’s been battered and abused
It’s all bent out of shape, Lord
Because it has been bruised
I lost some of the pieces
I can’t get them back, you see
It all happened when he said
That he will not forgive me
Jesus, please stop the hurting
For I can’t go on this way
Every time that I see him
I just don’t know what to say
He has cut me from his life
And he threw away my heart
I’m left here, Lord, to wonder
If you have the missing part
He claims that you’re his Savior
He says that you bring him joy
Why is it then, sweet Jesus
That he broke me like a toy?
So here I am, my Jesus
I'm uncertain what to do
But tell me, Lord, why can't he
Be forgiving just like you
I seek lyrical justice from my conscious thought
My fate seems undefined
Tired of what is not
I keep searching for peace of mind
My decisions have come at a cost for me
I feel the need to vent
Not all the worse things in life are free
Like the freedom from my own judgment
What I have done is not who I am
The bones in my closet could fill a casket
Even if I have enjoyed the sham
I am going to hell in a basket
I wish to hold experience in high regard,
But life’s lessons have left me taunted
My road has left me scarred
My dreams remain haunted
Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.
He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight.
Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.
Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast.
All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.
You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.
The rain falls fiercly,
As I look up into the skies,
Only to see the sun,
And white clouds floating by.
I walk into the woods,
Feeling sharp thorns beneath my feet,
I stare down to the earth,
To see grasses, soft and sweet.
At last I see a rose,
Lying dried up on the ground,
I gently touch it's petals,
And my life is newly found.
All along ive been yelling,
At the wind for being cold,
And shouting at the rain,
When life's story has been told.
I ignored the graceful beauty,
As i blocked out meaningful sights,
For when it's gone I will regreat,
Shunning the flawless story of life.
Envy begets in the soul a want of charity for our neighbor
Produces a spirit of detraction
To truly forgive is more than just
a few words off the tongue
More important are the actions
that so loudly then are sung
What is forgiveness and who has
found this action of the heart
That shapes the spirit of the bitter one
in whom those feelings start
A lifetime of misery is in store
if you cannot shake the past
When those that enter into your life
will truly never last
For the memories of a love gone bad
will haunt the very soul
And cause you to refuse to live your life;
it takes its toll
The heart will grow more calloused towards
the ones who enter in
And ugly words will soon ensue
to build the walls within
A parting of the ways will then
give in to hanging on
Thus causing pain and agony;
another loved one now has gone
A life's lesson for those of us that have a hard time forgiving.
Janice Elaine Smith
February 15, 2009
dismissively lined as "dented and painted"
protesting violence and raping of women
those self-appointed, oh holy and sainted
can we turn another cheek and forgive them?
to relate to another with an iron-bar
to relate to another with utter disdain
to relate to another without human care
is this the civility we wish to attain?
you who are better, more worthy than other
you who are truer, in eyes of your god
you with blood bluer than natural mother
might discern that it's you, who is flawed
sticks, or bars, or clenched fists attest
that you're no better than the rest with
casting of glances from eyes that detest
superimposed superiority is but a myth
want and ignorance are alive and strong
in all nations, so in all the world today
actually, it's been that way - all along
if we wish to civilize we must go all the way
and speak for every individual that spins
on this ball of rock that we call our home
to evolve higher form we must be, in the end
and remember, what is reaped, is what is sown
© Goode Guy 2012-12-29
So what's up? She asked,
Turning Dave down.
It's me once again
Please Dear, don't frown
And don't laugh too much either
At the worst thing for sure
I got from your haystack
Seems there's still yet no cure.
About your Mom...
She won't answer my letter
But you wouldn't have anything to do with that
Could you help and make it better?
So how long's it been? She asked,
Not really knowing.
Too many moons
Oh dear, perhaps I should be going
'though let's hang on a bit longer
Since we don't talk real much
Anything I can do for you?
Should we try to stay in touch?
Do you need some help for something
That you and yourself can't handle?
For the sake of los gemelos
Do you ever light a candle?
So where've you been? She asked,
Too tired to fight the yawn.
Oh here and there and all over
Yes Dear, someday we'll yak 'til dawn
But, do you have enough to live on?
And your children are they well?
Is there a man to fix the broken things?
It's okay for you to tell.
Oh well, you're sleepy now
You need to go to bed
Sweet dreams to make you happy, Dear
After the line goes dead.
PERHAPS FIFTEEN THOUSAND YEARS FROM NIOW SOMEONE WILL FIND THE PLASTIC MILK JUG WE THREW AWAY
My family demanded “come on and take this car and park it”
Oh heavens, wifey poo, what happens if we’re late for the market
I really didn’t want any more loud conversation and neither did she
And to see if I was close enough to the curb she actually measured it accurately
So we go through the islands of rising prices
And the snack aisle was arranged by a demon’s devices,
We passed cookies and cakes, bread and bottled water
And of course condoms for our sixteen year old daughter
Our daughter is hyper-concerned with what we purchased today
She checks out the products and what the ingredients say
While little Billy is acting silly on isle six because that’s what children do
And he gets Fruit Loops or he’ll hold his breath until his face turns blue
My little girl said “this one is made of glass, and this one is made of plastic|
Dad, please tell Billy to be quiet because the situation is drastic
Glass can be recycled but plastic will be here for my great grandson to find paper or plastic, neither, we brought a cloth bag because recycling should be in every heart and mind
Please help me save this puny planet that pathetic people are pissing or puking upon purposefully in good shape for Mr. Travis Ian
Little did I know that
A year ago today
We would end up right back here now
Like you never went away
The scabs have only just left
My skin still pink from scars
Not enough time to forget you
Not enough to stop wishing on stars
And yet you're standing here once more now
On my doorstep wanting in
And believe me I want to let you
But I don't want to hurt again
So I'm faced with the decision
To forget and go on with you
Or to bring the scars to your attention
Tell you what you've put me through
Or be silent and walk away
To wonder what could have been
If this was the one time you had pure intentions
Or if I'd be burned within
But with everything that's happened
I can't pretend to be okay
I can't ignore the lashes to my heart
Given when you walked away
I so wish I could forget it
Because as much as you've hurt me
I would never want to hurt you
I don't want to ignore your plea
The world spinning has changed so much
A circle of the globe
Time seems to move so quickly
But with you, time seems to slow.
I didn’t wait forever
To have you by side
Maybe I was foolish
Because I have my pride
I wanted so to please you
And keep you for my own
But here I sit just writing
Feeling quite alone
He stands by me through everything
No matter big or small
My heart continues to love you
And hurts him through it all
He didn’t ever really leave
And now that you are gone
He's the one that helps me
To get up and move on
I beg for his forgiveness
Each and every day
He knows that I love him
But what more am I to say
He knows I still miss you
And I know what he asks
He wonders if after all
I’ll really work to make us last
So now I sit here waiting
For answers I can’t find
Because my guilty heart
Haunts me all the time
One must have change,
to understand and appreciate the past,
in order to move on!
(c) Rosemarie Schrock
Dec. 11, 2008
someone you love
is someone you hate
why can't we choose
its really not that tough
a loud voice says to be mad
and hold on to it forever
but a small voice says to forgive
and just love eachother
two roads split in half
which one will you choose
we're to scared to tell
because we're to scared to lose
anger flows through us alot
and we all hold on to it
why can't we just chill
and let go for a while
so which will you choose
love or just hate
you really need just one
befor its to late
dedicated to everyone xoxoxo
Humility is opposed to Pride
Generosity to covetousness
Chastity to lust
Meekness to anger
Temperance to Gluttony
Love to envy and
Diligence to Sloth
Eternity's vast weight of time
Is pressing dark against my breast,
And brooding powers wage within
A ceaseless struggle, dearth of rest.
A crown of shame enwreathes my brow
With thorns, a piercing diadem,
The symbol of self-monarch reign;
Fear's rose the circlet's black-starred gem.
Oh, who can free me from myself;
Who can the worth master be
To lift the victor's standard high
Above the conquered ruins of me?
A crown of thorns was His before;
His throne, a cross against the sky,
The humble Christ who I have found
The one King mightier than I.
They guilts of every soul are deeply hidden within,
carrying an unconceivably needless weight...
and yet nobody is willing to get of it by shunning sin;
they would rather conceal it and live with it.
Only God sees the guilts of every soul;
we may look righteous to others and get undeserved praise,
but to Him we are an obdomation of evil,
which without repentance, as He promised, He will not erase!
I have my guilts and bowing in regret,
I let them all come out of darkness to meet His glorious face;
and if I am to live in humbleness and grace,
I must get rid of them and stand erect!
So continue defying the forces of goodness,
and find yourself alone unable to overcome your emptiness;
friends will extend their hand, but pride will keep
it from touching yours, and forever you will grieve and weep.
Let the Heavenly waters wash all your guilts away,
be cleansed and please Him always without feeling hopeless and unworthy,
without attempting to remove them yourself with vain effort...
I stand at the river of salvation, not remembering sin,vanity, pain and hurt.
Why is it hard to hear your own words?
speaking truth but refusing to hear…
fine showing, hard swallowing
leave bitter tastes, easier to say
Knowing there is no opposite
one real the other fake.
Yet the mind hurts the heart
with accusations or clues
even if it’s not true.
What do you do?
act like there isn’t pain
while attempting to be the same.
Silence surrounds speaking volumes
difference in intimacy become problems
left out for part of a plan
telling your mind to understand.
How do you recover from distance?
that your mind created
we know how misled that can be
flighty, focused on the worse
surviving all is its only course.
Upsetting solved issues
making it hard to get through
stupid when brought to light
already advising what is right.
One extreme to the next
bad habits hard to forget
practice what’s said
follow the heart
release the mind’s insecurity instead.
Silently falls the crystalized mist,
Sparkling wonders on this solstice eve,
Backdrop for celestial candles, a sky,
Of soundless depth, and velvet ease,
The soft glowing hearts of those who await,
The welcome arrival of Peace to our sod,
The promise that death will be given his fate,
As our atmosphere cradles the infant Son; God.
Humbled, humanity in unison bows,
To welcome redemption to the shore of her sphere,
Shepherds worship with livestock and kingdoms of men,
Angels breathlessly silent, their heart's song to hear.
Thorns laid for lambs, hold gently the Crown,
That one day will hold the thorns meant for me,
Torn linen covering the Lamb's flesh Divine,
Heralds the veil torn, as He sets mankind free.
I hear you speaking words of love
Although the words are sweet
Don't forget they're right above
Your bitter heartbeat
The yelling and shouting hurts
Speaking words of anger
Acts of kindness in spurts
Bitterness is the danger
So remember to forgive
All the pain reminded of
I'm yearning you to live
Conversations of love
He was crucified by the Romans with the sharpest nails
by the will of an angry mob;
did anyone hear Jesus's sob?
Pilate refused to find him guilty and washed his hands.
Betrayed by Peter, hated by rebellious Barabbas;
whipped at every fall, He patiently carried that cross to Calvary,
but a kind, humble woman felt much pity for Jesus
and with a clean cloth wiped off his blood as an act of mercy!
And dragging His heavy cross through the narrow
streets of chaotic and uncompassionate Jerusalem,
someone, who had heard him preach about God's Kingdom,
picked up his cross and relieved some of the pain and sorrow!
Many believed Him to be the Christ,
but the envious Pharisees did not,
and accusing him of blasphemy, they mocked him...
not noticing how the April sky was becoming dim!
He was laid in an empty, cold tomb amid palm trees and stones
and on the third day, as Jesus promised the twelve disciples;
He miraculously rose...ascending the heavenly throne,
where God the Father handed Him the glorious crown!
Smiles and happy memories
Laughing til we cry
Silly things you'd say to me
Learning how to fly
A perfect summer spent with you
Us riding in your car
Being side by side those days
Becoming who we are
Walking in dark places
We became each other's light
The constant in a spinning world
Made everything all right
A bond that seemed unlikely
To everyone we knew
We are so very different
That it surprised us too
You taught me to be stronger
By building on my strengths
You pointed out the best in me
While pushing to my lengths
And in that way you changed me
Alterations so complete
That I can barely recognize
Who I used to be
I couldn't help but notice
How you became so free
Your smile was so infectious
To everyone you'd see
Such a precious chapter
In the story of my life
I'll hold on to it with all I am
I'll carry you inside
While struggling to let go of it
Dealing with the change
Knowing there's a reason
But wanting things to be the same
And while i'm sad its over
I'm thankful that it was
I was blessed to meet you
In that i'll always trust
Though you're not my real Father
I know you tried your best,
to raise a wild rebelious child,
I put you to the test.
You were young and so was I,
when once we started out
I know I made my Mother cry,
when we would scream and shout.
My real Dad left when I was Two
he never cared for me,
and there was nothing I could do
to make my Mother see,
that we could make it on our own
she couldn't stand the pain,
of living life so all alone
she had to love again.
I stayed out every night I could
as I became a teen
what I did just wasn't good
but I was caught between,
friends who tried to really care
if I lived or died
and life at home that seemed to only
push my world aside.
I never meant to kill a man
when we set out that night,
to have some fun was just the plan
but nothing turned out right.
I'm writing this on Father's Day to say
please don't be sad,
It's not your fault I went astray,
I love you,
Incarnation means act of clothing with flesh
So our Lord clothed
His divinity with a human body
Redemption means to buy back again
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times
kill the Catholic, kill the Jew
kill them all, draw sword 'n' slay 'em
kill the Muslim, the Buddhist too
spill their blood, creating mayhem
kill the Taoist, kill the Zen
kill the agnostic, kill the skeptic
kill all religious, come back again
wash away everyone seen as septic
kill the women, kill all the men
that other tribe, who you eschew
everyone who might be your brethren
take weapon in hand and kill them too
kill that other race of beings
kill the innocent, kill too, the guilty
kill anyone with peaceful leanings
kill wholly with unspeakable cruelty
kill all hope of ever finding peace
kill yourself for your own release
kill believing you'll justify
all these hates that in you lie
© Goode Guy 2011-06-04
the only good ___ is a dead ___ ...know it's sarcasm, ok
I've got the headphones in my ears, but nothing's playing.
I've got you on my mind, but you're not here.
I've got you in my heart, but I can't feel you.
You're always right there, but yet, you're never near.
Our song is playing, but I can't hear the music.
I'm just waiting for you to walk through that door.
I said, well shouted, some things I didn't mean.
We argued, but you've always come back home before.
Now, I'm curled up in your t-shirt on the big chair.
Now, my stubborn nature has kicked into gear.
Now, I don't really want to see your face.
Now, when you come home, I hope you feel fear.
I hope your heart starts racing as fast as your thoughts.
I hope you're nervous because you may have ran that red light.
You always love to make me mad, because you think I'm cute angry.
Then again, you're always afraid to lose me when we fight.
Your headlights flicker on the wall across from me.
Despite myself, I'm not angry anymore.
In fact, my heart won't stop racing, and I actually have butterflies.
All of this in anticipation of you walking through the door.
I keep my hardened, stubborn composure.
Until I see you come in with your tail between your legs and your puppy face.
One look and all of my stubborn attitude fades,
And I can't even remember why we were fighting in the first place.
Anger begets in our souls impatience
And too often habit of cursing
By our predominant sin
Or ruling passion
We mean the sin into which we fall most frequently and
Which we find hardest to resist
Getting off the bus along Hillside Avenue,
I heard a loud commotion coming from a speaker;
and getting closer, I saw the face of a sweaty preacher...
calling all souls to Jesus and make them new.
I looked and paused and saw this preacher with sweat on his face...
as he was telling the crowd a true story of The Godfather's son, who was
in the dark about his father's activities, and when he was finally told,
he didn't care if he died; and to the authorities he went to report his dad.
What a righteous young man he must have been, and how noble
it was to reveal that well-kept secret which would have cost his precious life,
giving up a chance at being powerful and not dedicating himself to a lifetime of crime;
I can visualize him bowing his head down, and pray to stop the vicious cycle.
I sat next to an elderly lady whose who's veiled head shone through a gentle light,
" Sing along with me, and your lost soul will be reedemed by the blood of Jesus!"
I shared her song book and began singing an evening prayer of repentance,
as the preacher cried out, " Raise your hand, and I will pray for you tonight!"
How many folks, like me, wanted to see that preacher proclaim the Lord's message;
and how lucky I was to have encountered a stranger who sounded like Jesus,
to add another sheep to his herd as he prayed for the sins of the repentant ones!
How glorious it was to hear him glorify Christ and His father with his voice of grace!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Lust begets in our souls a distate for holy things
Hatred of God
Frequently leads to complete loss of faith
Sloth begets in a soul
A spirit of indifference
In our spiritual duties and
A disgust for prayer
Plodding, trodding, onward I went,
Through a life of self-targeted perfidy.
Onward, outward, straight up and bent,
Toward Second Half-Century City.
Finally lost, with nothing but need,
Flailing, wailing, and sick,
I sat myself down, drank the last of my mead,
And saw a gecko, sunning on a stick.
Its eyes were opals, skin of amethysts,
Garnets and emeralds, square and round.
When it spoke, the air danced in fits,
And out came a euphonious, female sound.
“I’ve been waiting; at last, you finally came!
Though you’re more worn than you should be.”
Shocked though I was, I asked for her name,
And she laughed singing out, “I’M ZANZUSIE!”
You’re a female, I cried, I didn’t understand,
And feeling just shy of frenetic!
“Of course!” she replied, “I need no man for my plan.
I’m a gecko. I’m parthenogenetic!”
“I am mother, sister, daughter and aunt.
I am every tear that you have ever shed.
I am truth, repose, raving and rant,
And I know the loneliness that you have fled.”
“Oh, I am so glad to meet you,” said I, “I’m not well prepared.
There is little but dust in my pack.
Up at yonder gate, when they see how I’ve fared,
I’m afraid that they’ll turn me back!”
“Well let’s have an accounting,” said she, “of just who you are,
Where you’ve been, what you think, what you’ve done.
Tell me all, sweet spirit, banal and bizarre.
Oh quit sniveling, come on, it’ll be fun!
So I told every tale, every deed, every woe,
I had wrought, from the sane to the sick.
I purged out my life from a place far below,
To a gecko, sunning on a stick.
At the last, I was spent, gasping for air,
Not really sure I was through.
She reached out Loves touch and pushed back my hair,
Saying, “I have two things that belong to you.”
She opened her pack and took out pure light.
“Here is your Love, which you left behind.
You had to let go, during your plight,
To keep from losing your mind.”
Then she reached in and took out a song
That exalted every spirit and being.
“This is Forgiveness, its healing is strong,
But you dropped it while you were fleeing.”
“It is Forgiveness that now will make you complete
As you impart it to those who cause pain.
Give it to all, the mean and the sweet,
Absolve them all, again and again.”
Then she bade me go on toward the gate of my time,
And I knew that my life had at last begun.
And I owe it to her, so smug, so sublime.
Zanzusie, on a stick, in the sun.
Sloth is laziness of mind and
Through which we neglect our duties
On account on the labor they require
Anger is an excessive emotion of the mind
Excited against any thing
It is an excessive desire for
how could we be so diametric
opposed even in the littlest things
leaving us unendingly apoplectic
unconscious of what each other brings
to the field of our mutual magnetism
lines of attraction wide-out arcing
bridging polarities of our schism
creating bonds of thoughts sparking
possibility for a new way of viewing
and thinking about each other's worth
without being steeped in conflict brewing
creating our own little hell on Earth
the ear and tongue can come together
from individuals or partied nations
to pass feelings and beliefs on better
than weapons or harsh worded oration
would all the melting ice around
maybe stand a chance of washing away
hurts and hates from common ground
allowing us to meet each other halfway
© Goode Guy 2011-09-16
My husbands actions locked with my soul and remained at our frount door,
He reenlisted again and had left for the Afganistan war.
My eyes became swollen the tears begain to pour.
Then all of a sudden, for some reason, one day I wasn't mad at him anymore.
I inwardly waited to hear his keys rattle and his duffle hit the floor.
Quatrain - a hopeful heart
There are so many things about God
that I don't really understand.....
like why He chose me
to be a part of His band.
I have done nothing at all
to deserve such favor.
But I sincerely thank this God-man
who's love for me does not waiver.
He lavishes on us a love
that is unconditional and so pure
that no matter what in the world we do,
He won't love us less nor love us more.
Oh sure, there are times that we
may not be found in His favor,
like when we willfully disobey
or too much of the "world" do we savor.
In loving fashion God created this world - -
a plush paradise - - co-existing woman and man.
But God knew that man and serpent would ruin the Garden,
so from His infinite wisdom sprouted the perfect plan.
The "Eden Act" and all the scenes that would follow
caused a separation that was deep, but not a divorce.
For God obsessed with our reconciliation
which takes us back to Him and His plan, of course.
This plan sent His only Son, whose name is Jesus,
down to this decrepit,defiled place called Earth.
His entrance onto the scene was unlike that of Superman.....
no crater, no quake,just a manger and a humble birth.
He lived here and loved here for a short time,
revealing what life is really all about....
about sharing and caring....compassion and passion,
not at all about who has the most clout.
He told us time and time again that He
had no agenda that was His own.
It was to strictly do the will of the Father,
nothing more,nothing less, just that alone.
But it was this very will that ultimately
led the "Annointed One" to much despair.
For it was demanded of Him
the sin of the world to bear.
Why? Why Him? How could this be? To have life
slowly, excruciatingly, drained from Him by a tree.
The irony, it was a tree....the tree of knowledge
that brought angst full circle to Calvary.
This was a burden above all burdens,
anxiety, agony...... almost beyond what He could bear.
So much so, droplets of sweat formed in His hair
as he cried out to His Father in prayer.
"If there is any way for this cup
to pass from me, let it be so."
Even though He knew He had to suffer
through it, He couldn't just let it go.
It's not that He didn't have the power
to get out from under this albatross.
But if He did succumb to His earthly
desire,mankind would forever be lost.
For God depended on this "Spotless Lamb"
to bridge the gap between us and Him.
So..... we became white as snow because
the "Perfect Sacrifice" willingly bore our sin.
Fortunately for us, it is not here
that this story comes to a close.
For just as He foretold,
on the third day He arose.
So because of the ways of man and God's awesome plan,
death no longer has the final say.
It's all about a relationship..... a deep friendship
established with one simply called "The Way."
The Serpent defeated, the gap miraculously closed
and those that sincerely believe can claim the victory.
Through the historic death of Christ,
we may have fellowship with God for all eternity.
How amazing it is that God would be so concerned
about me... about us.... about the souls of man,
that, yes, from the very beginning of time,
he would devise the absolutely perfect plan.
If I had done exactly what Jesus asked me to do,
this bitterness wouldn't hang heavily over me
and my broken spirit that can't find a patch of blue...
when the cloudy skies wouldn't defy serenity!
I should have obeyed and understood when He spoke aloud,
" The blessing begins with the promise, my child! "
And as His thundering voice echoed to make me strong,
but I refused to listen and please Him instead!
A soldier of Christ never takes off his armor too quickly,
to risk losing everything so hardily- earned and valorously- achieved;
his bold faith always sustains him when the battle begins, to lead
him in the arena, where he'll be hailed for his splendid victory!
Lead me, Lord to the gates of eternal bliss,
never to turn back and remember a life dedicated to pleasures:
like those of merry fools and seductive fornicators...
sipping their intoxicated drinks without haste!
My character wasn't so perfect...I should have been honest,
pious, forgivable, lovable, thoughtful, comprehensible and wise;
temptation was stronger than I...overpowering my judgment,
unable to discern that the blessing began with the promise!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
People's eyes are not what they proclaim,
if only they reflected their truest selves by being fair....
they certainly would offer charming smiles when they wink,
and nobody would keep from them or resist them...
On the boulevards of the big cities,
they briskly glance to admit surprise...
perhaps not too friendly as the country ones,
but still fascination sparkles in them to stupefy us...
People's eyes tell of love's tragedies and tales of past glories,
Juliet's eyes madly in love with Romeo who saw beauty and poetry in them...
Shakespeare who wrote of the madness in Hamlet's eyes,
the Danish Prince, who swore revenge when his father's ghost appeared to him...
On the suburbs' streets different faces are seen,
not as sophisticated and cold as the metropolitan, scurrying ones...
warmer and less irritable, not chasing after missed busses and trains,
a big difference in the fast-paced rat's scene...
People's eyes staring from sullen and joyful faces, immortalized by the images
of the serene and angelic ones chosen by the painters of the Middle Ages;
saints and innocent souls calling upon God's forgiveness and clemency,
and the Renaissaince gave us endless works of art so admired in all of Italy...
Observe me and look into these bright and confident eyes,
what is the feeling you get from their friendliness...
sincerity, unpretentiousness and a loyalty too unquestionable?
Are there any other charms that make them so noticeable?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
We should not give up trying to be good when we seem not
To succeed in overcoming our faults because
Our efforts to be good will keep us from
Becoming worse than we are
Covetousness is Greed
Part of 7 Capital Sins
Or Deadly Sins
Greed is an excessive desire for worldly things
SHE KNEW SHE WAS NEW TO ME
There are too few people who get me
The ones that know what I am and what I do
Some of them understand and let me
And one of them was you
There are certain people who are aware
They know where I’m headed and set for what course
There are certain people who were just born to care
And they’re concern isn’t born of force
No, these are the people who see what I am and don’t mind
The ones who worry but somehow know I’ll make it through
People created by this universe simply to be kind
And too oft I don’t know why they do what they do
Perhaps it’s the smile I wish was inside my frown
Or the happiness I’ll probably never see in a world of pain
Someone who lifts me up when I fall down
A humanitarian who protects me from a torrential rain
Some people see in my eyes that I ain’t all that wise
Yet they put up with the things my body tells me to do
Certain individuals who I consider an unexpected prize
AND ONE OF THEM WAS CERTAINLY YOU!
Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
I see my woman of love, divine.
Just a minimal distance away,
Banned are we until, full-grown like wine.
She can never be mine, this they say.
Differences of stature define.
Mysteries of the past describe sway.
Our lineage caught in bitter design.
Father tells of the shaky dismay.
My love for her true, she will be mine.
Love I know is greater than today.
We must depart our families vine.
Forgiveness in love shall come one day.
It must be hard
I just don't know
The choices you've made
Have helped you to grow
You've grown up in love
And in God's word
He's answered your prayers
I'm sure you've heard
Don't ever let others
Make you feel blue or sad
Because, they too, have done things
That are considered "bad"
You are special
God made you just fine
In His eyes alone
In His image you shine
I love you my dear
And our God does too
So, please understand
You can start all anew
So, hold your head high
And walk with pride
For we both know our God
Is always by your side
for give, for giving
the whole world seems
forgiven for living
these ends to extremes
for give me mine
seemed so benign
i nearly fell flat
forgive me my will
that hard hit the wall
hardened me until
i forgot to recall
for give ruled golden
those marking my way
to many beholding
indebted to repay
forgive petty tiffs
words carelessly blurted
would take back if
not mindlessly inserted
forgive for deceiving
those loved the most
close bonds bereaving
pride left to boast
forgive me my pride
that brought to the brink
in cold heart to abide
hardened armor to chink
forgiving and forgetting
letting bygones be bygones
setting aside regretting
merciful pardon undergone
for give, to live
free from our angst
amongst the living
forgive to give thanks
© Goode Guy 2011-07-30
Pride is an excessive love
Of our own ability so that would
Rather sinfully disobey
Than humble ourselves
It was today that I took notice
Of a void, there, in my view
What had I done? What has happened?
Please tell me, this cannot be true!
Words were placed, to not return.
Thoughts expressed, though not so clear.
People read, thinking the worst,
Truth be known, t’is I, with fear.
Should I remain, so tortured, here?
The hopes within, burning brightly,
Growing fervently deep in my soul.
To take things back, I wish I could now,
But things were said. I lost control.
It is with sorrow I approach you,
Seeking forgiveness, setting free.
My mind had lagged behind my words
What was said, just wasn’t me.
Can you forgive, I beg of thee?
Every time I looked to Heaven
This is what I’d see
The pearly gates there opened
Calling out to me
I’d stop to pause a moment
As I’d try to recollect
The life that lay behind me
My path so indirect
I somehow made it this far
Now will they let me in
Did I remember to ask the Lord
To forgive me of my sins
I stand before the gate so wide
Yet narrow is the path
I fear that I have not done right
And now must face God’s wrath
Maybe He’ll show mercy
Perhaps He will be kind
I know I could have done better
If I'd been given more time
It’s now too late to ask Him
It’s much too late to pray
I should have done it sooner
That’s the biggest mistake I made
He doesn’t seem too angry
As I kneel down and say
I’m sorry please forgive me
On this my Judgment Day
He looked just inside his book
And said with a grin
“Blessed is the child of faith and love
My child, please come in”
So this is my reminder
From heaven up above
Find it in yourself today
Show forgiveness, faith, and love
The effects of venial sin are
Lessening of the love of God on our heart
The making us less worthy of His help
And weakening of the power to resist mortal sin
The moon and its crescent shape
The owl in his flight
Seeing a deer out to play
One silent night
For his whispering sighs
To hear them I’d fight
He went far away
One silent night
The rain on the roof
His smile so bright
The things I missed
One silent night
After all is done
I know I am right
My heart was broken
One silent night
Forgiveness for self
A brand new light
I continued to love him
One silent night
Looking to find me
Almost but not quite
I don’t need him now
Not One Silent Night
Was it just a cruel joke
or did you feel the same?
How could you kill a grown man's soul?
Why did you play this game?
He says he'd still forgive you.
I pray he NEVER will.
No matter how much pain you've felt,
I HOPE YOU FEEL MORE STILL!!
I hope you carry the torture
with you for all your days.
I hope your life is MISERABLE
just like you wanted Ray's.
They say that God will punish
and make you feel the shame.
For what you've done was heartless
and there's ONLY YOU TO BLAME!
As the surf breaks with the morning sun giving light,
Reds and oranges against a sea of unending blue,
I am reminded of the beauty here in my life.
I am reminded of the beauty which is you.
I have sought many days to only arrive at this conclusion now
Thoughts coming to fruition as the new colorful sun ascends.
I recognize the cycle of life represented by each new day
And the many chances, with you, to make amends.
Oh, my love, I cannot compare you to this vision of loveliness.
For this even pales to the beauty, the forgiveness you share.
Thank you for allowing me hope again, opportunity
To witness your splendor, to know that you care.
God may have made scenery for all to appreciate and share
But you, never, will I again offer unto the rest, for their view.
I am grateful and sorry, my love, for all my misgivings
My every thought from now on, is always of you.
Your tongue, it’s sharpened like a razor
It cuts so deep upon each blow
The verbal onslaught of destruction
Is something you will never know
For retaliation is not the answer
I will not lower myself to you
Continue on, if it’s your liking
But I will stand, so strong and true
When you’re done and lips are tired
I will then just walk away
To give you time to come to senses
In hopes that it will save the day
And if you come to say you’re sorry
I will not turn my back to you
Nor will I try to strike in anger
For I still hold our love as true
Words can never ever express the real way I feel,
The pleasure you give me, the smiles you make.
I am just so eternally grateful that I did not lose you,
Else, it would be my heart that would silently break.
They say men are the strong ones, but that isn’t so.
Yes, we have feelings that can bring us our demise.
Those of us you think have the answers and are strong,
You would be wrong, because silently we cry.
No one person ever has all the answers or can know.
Just remember, life is always just days of learning.
Realize, too, sweetness, I want to give you the world,
While silently crying and helplessly yearning.
I have never stopped being the person that cared.
The caring can’t stop, my heart won’t allow it.
But, here in my darkness, where I silently stare,
I send you my thoughts, though you may doubt it.
I do know, though, that together we are fine,
For you complete me and offer me joy in days.
My only wish is for your happiness, my dear,
While I wish, I could grant that in so many ways.
So, please, enter this day with a smile on your face,
Truly believe, in your heart and all that you are.
I still wish to be for you all that I can, darling,
Because you will always remain a bright shining star.