Siphoned light gropes passengers
Hopeful for luminescent hearts,
Arching underneath bombazine drapes
Dusted with passionate legacies
Of original sin and the primogeniture son,
Wicked for nighttime plots savouring
Spicy love, exponential in a vivid darkness.
People who spend their time devoted to poetry
Optimistic people who can be pessimistic as well
Elegant writers throughout society waiting ever so slowly and patiently to be known
Those who utter their feelings in to a well thought out and admired poem
Spirits with a talent, and who are happy.
Pleasing to read, persuades others to write poems as well
Of all forms of literature poems seem the best
Eccentric writings that inspire, express, and inform
Modern society vs. ancient work
Supercilious poems that express thee
thank u for looking at this poem.
hope u enjoyed- WÖLF
Masonic rituals performed by dancing shadows
Inspired by the pale moons light
Demons tempting chaste virgins
Needing comfort in the chilling night
Incandescent spectres, like mist, crawl from the mere
Garnished in willow-o-wisp shrouds
Honour to the midnights guardians
That cry their allegiance, to the sky, aloud
Trapped within the tunnel vision
Harbringer seeks familiar ground
Granite bars lock in silence
Interrupted by the baying hound
Nwyvre seated on throne of stars
Deeming this the vision hour
Isis sits nursing dawns unborn light
Midnight; time of greatest power
Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in every shadow. Do not close your eyes. The nightmare is .
Real, sinister, maniacal…No one is safe from Jack.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/16/13
For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest
...Formidable treat he stress
At the early hour of this day.
No pain, no gain- All is still well.
Centenary dream is a luxury few can reach.
Yours truly, let your fate decide.
30th of April, 2013.
Grey-robed ladies materialise at castles
Hideous red-eyed entities hover in woods
On horseback, headless riders gallop past
Silently, spectres watch and cause unease
Throwing objects at exorcists, spirits laugh
For Andrea’s 5-letter word Acrostic contest
Gulf oil spilled
Useless big waste
Lives were taken
Oil will spew
In such turmoil
Loss no one knew
So much damage
People showed care
Like a nightmare
Let’s clean this up!
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
Darkness my realm of forever seals my place.
A world that delivers my minds perfect face,
Remarkably my fantasy I cannot tell a soul.
Known only in the recesses of my minds goal,
A shadow follows my every move each night.
Now more than ever the moon glows so bright.
Demons not exactly, just my dream contrite.
My dream is to be announced upon a star.
Yes to be exclaimed upon universe so far.
Sealed and granted upon mystery flight.
Taken freely from my unglamorous sight,
I am the one that centuries have sought.
Calling for my dreams, nature never fought.
All upon the night, fantasy continues to grow.
Listen to the eve of darkness, you will know.
Hooves, with majestic rhythm pound the ground
Off the beat'n path. Roam'n wild, roam'n free
Refined in grace, loyal, noble. So missunderstood
Stunning in appearance, with mane and tail adrift
Enchantedly each strand of hair, dances in the wind
Spirited, radiant, dynamic in every way.
I live a life in a place where alcohol violence reigns supreme/
over a dying culture split in se7en groups of se7enty times se7en of rival teams/
I hear my brothers hollers I hear my sisters screams/
I see people live among broken glass like that of many broken dreams/
I sometimes wish I could not see what my two eyes sometimes see/
I cant act blind as if it were just a brush off my sleeve/
The more I lose in life the more it seems the less I need/
I try and overcome my own selfish greed/
I got a child on the way I now look at what kind of role model I'd be/
I was was incarcerated so I must not take for granted for the simple fact that Im free/
But it hard with tattoos on my face in place where tattoos like mine seem a disgrace/
Lord watch over me as I take last place in this life game race/
It not a matter of being first second or third Lord cuz all I need iz your grace/
help me to better walk off this destructive road and slow my pace/
Just take me now if Im done with your purpose if thats the case/
Because I dont want to live like I got to look over my shoulder right around the corner....
H awthorne bushes wildly overgrown, line the mud and gravel driveway
A bandoned by a farmer years ago, sold to someone unknown to all
U ntouched by human hands, it now appears to be totally deserted
N oticeable is the large red barn that sits predominantly on the land
T rees and uncut crops fill the fields which roll down the hill to the river
E very night lights are seen moving around the isolated farm property
D iesel engines are heard rumbling over the wind very late at night
R umors spread about the haunted red barn down the country road
E ven neighbours wonder why a beautiful barn sits alone and empty
D aylight hours offer little explanation of its existence, no movement seen
B ut is it really empty - is someone being hidden there against their will
A larming questions arise in our minds on this country road, imaginations
R un wild and every terrible scenario is suggested until we get an answer
N iagara police bust this crystal meth lab- one of the largest found in Ontario
* This is a true story, for years we walked by this haunted red barn on our country road. November 2010 police from the USA, Canadian-American border, Niagara, Hamilton and Toronto police busted one of the largest crystal meth labs - now that’s Scary!
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Constance ~ My Dear Heart’s
Contest “A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please”
~A distant island still undiscovered,
nearing magnetically to its mystery,
distancing me from myself every moment,
remembering to forget the return path,
even my earth is puzzled,...revolve or rotate?
another blue sky beyond this one is calling.~
Leaves on the trees in my yard
Even now some are falling hard.
All of them have their own distinct look.
Very often we keep them in a book.
Everyone of them is beautiful and so grand.
Seeing that they were made by God's great hand!
For Carol Brown's contest "Leaves"
All the time I was descending into that deep, dense cavern of a hole
Between my shoulders an uneasy crick appeared and seemed to slip into my soul.
Overhead, jagged, stalactites hung, daring any to allow this cave to be explored
Mystic webs floated within the shadows, trailing over rocks marked and scored.
Illusions I discovered, some buried, some cast by an evil mind, ate at my very soul
Numbing fear suddenly binds me and I am falling ever faster and deeper into the hole.
At the last minute I stop, hearing, angry sounds and howls in the shadows cast
Then I see a creature grotesque and ancient; a nightmare ripped from my past.
In the mists, the cloying stench of the mutilated destruction claws at my nose
Opting my brain to scream,'run', but too late the creature has come in close.
Nightmares everywhere fade, reality winks in and slowly I become aware
So maybe, I'll buy, just one more ticket, 'Abominations', is a really cool scare!
I unfold this truth shamelessly,
Will it cost me very dearly?
Ease each fear of my reality,
Your understanding won't be petty...
Mind if words are spoken quickly?
Ancient science launches research towards new technology
Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron
Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead
Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men
Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers
Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king
Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality
Bubbles, bubbles everywhere
Up the wall and all over the floor
Bubble bath in my toilet, I declare
Bubbles now heading out of the door
Looks like I'm having a bizarre dream
Every bubble perfectly clean
Spewing from my toilet like an erupting volcano!
A legend that has been used and abused so much,
Deals with the undead, blood drinkers as such,
Many stories from all over the globe are told.
I have seen every movie, ever made and sold.
Real Vampires exist of this I am so very sure.
An evil form, well maybe, and without a cure.
Legends all begin with some sort of partial truth.
Can anyone definitely be sure there are no such things?
Ages have past and we still find new creatures on earth.
Realistically I cannot believe all the tales that clings.
Dracula the most famous Vampire for all it is worth.
Unites all the lore, that humankind has believed.
Listening and embellishing, has been what perceived.
A soul taken, by another has to be evil, they all sleuthed.
Victims of such a violent death are bound to be evil.
I would expect more from today’s world, less medieval.
written as an anagram for
Mystify my chronicle in your cloud of passion
Intertwine our humble universe in one ration
Slowly pass the time to make the ascension
Thus our love is the greatest invention.
Embracing Earth I write this poem
Me, looking at the morning glowing
Being lost in flowers and trees
Reeling from life’s mystery
Air all filled with sweet bird song
Clearly it’s where I belong
Inspired By all life’s mystic charm
Nicely filled with peace and calm
Gleaming, feeling free from harm
Embracing Earth, I feel life’s power
And all those magic colored flowers
Really, they’re so beautiful
The sun shines down as the rain does fall
While fish swim in the shiny pool.
5 July 2014 @ 1535hrs.
Written for Andreas 'choose your Acrostic' contest
Lovely is the face that smiles
On the verge of awful times;
Vigilant is the mind that has
Everlasting joy for lies;
Lonely are the ones that stay
Yelling at who contradicts their way.
Stretching, far as my eyes can see in the night sky,
Thousands and thousands of spaceships float by.
Again and again this dream taunts me, with no cry.
I have no delusion; I know this is a dream so dry.
Rolling across, heavens as in motion picture mode.
Was this an omen or just my mind, or some code?
Alien spaceships, different shapes and preparations,
Yes they continually traveled in parade formations.
To the stars I look at in infatuation and dismay.
Our destiny unclear, no aliens exist they say.
The stars have always had amazement and intrigue.
Hear my plea and thoughts without any fatigue.
Each day, discovering other species, beyond our league,
Stars are just another ocean to be examined even more.
Traces of life have already been found on our measly tour.
Arrogance is just a disease to portray, we are alone for sure.
Reality is, the most nearest planets, we should not ignore.
Serve not to abandon our journey, it is humanities door.
Beyond the open places dwell
Lavender traces of mystic spells;
Unto the slumbering child they creep,
Entering softly as she sleeps.
Daylight hours are far away,
Reveling sprites reveal their plays
Emitting wisps of bashful blue
Amidst a sky of saphire hues;
Magic flees the breaking morn,
Slips of memory it adorns.
The truth of her was never told to many
She was to be a hidden mystery to even the old
To understand her there will not be any
For there is a secret in her heart and soul
She came here with a passion
She will not leave till its done
Her hands are blessed with every mission
She will look different to none
They will never know the truth
I gave her more than they even thought
She comes from my very roots
With greatness of many sorts
I know her inside out
And I know they will never see
There will be great power in her mouth
She is Him that was nailed to a tree
They were always blind to her ways
They never thought she was worth
In her is a number of days
That is crucial to this earth
She will go out and seek
She will bring to Me the lost
Her humble being will be meek
She is the mystery of the Cross
Her wealth is not of the flesh
I wrote her story before she came
She is a remover of stress
On her will be no blame
I gave her more wealth than all your cities
I know her heart indeed
She will take My name to many countries
It is for her that I have Bleed
They prayed to me for the answer
She held me high above
I sent her so they will know forever
It is because of my love
They underestimated her wrongly
I told her to see them through
I gave her power strongly
Yet still They Never Knew
She is here with purpose of Mine
She will do it with a great speed
She will show to even the blind
This is my child with whom I am well Pleased
She was created by me out of terror and pain,
Providing protections her job and Millie's her name.
Loosing track of serious chunks of time,
Inside the reality of an insane mind.
Trying to track every move I make,
Bracing myself with every step I take.
Erased the memories she didn't want me to see,
Tracing a portrait of what she wants me to be.
Wanting something real but my hearts now full of doubt,
Entering a world I know nothing about.
Existing only when I need her because life gets to hard,
Needing her only as my wild card.
Two minds, one body, it's a lot of weight to carry,
With no recollection of what happens can be pretty scary.
Overwhelmed, how do I get back that part of my life Millie stole,
Missing many pieces of my mind, my heart and my soul.
Intrigued as to what Millie has to hide,
Needing someone in who I can confide.
Divided within my life's literally broken in two,
Split between what's fake and what's true.
Drain out the violence from the paintbrush and smear it to the canvas
Aggressive creatures scuttle into my expanding cranium
Memories of him echoes through the forest…into the atmosphere
Astonishing screams of misfortune filter the forest where he once trailed
Great solitude and rage tortures us all…we will not fall!
Everlasting breakage paints me a portrait of turmoil and what not
Tomorrow is another day
Outstretch your wings and fly
Milestones can be reached
Only if you beleive in thy self
Relic in the thought
Relax your mind and soul
Or it just won't happen
Will be put off and forgotten
Instead of achieving set goals
So bask under the sun
Ask for a little help from above
Never doubt miracles from God
Or question His motives
To make things happen
Hunger will disapate
Every plate shall be filled
Rejoice and sing aloud
Dance to your hearts content
Another sunrise is coming
You're going to just love to see
Mazes and puzzles with anagram clues,
Yearning adventurers following signs,
Silver-tongued spies stalking in silence,
Thieves and murderers spreading their lies,
Every enigma is meant to be solved;
Read any story to see for yourself.
You never know what's in store for you!
T The gift of Premium Membership
H Has brightened my day but need tip
A Anyone who has knowledge on how
N Now to get my pictures to come through wow
K Kool pictures of nature that are just waiting
Y Your eyes to fill with color poet's duty
O Open your heart to the bounty of beauty
U Universally available to all if only open your eyes and see
(Someone gave me a gift of Premium Membership...I want to say thanks for it
made my day...)Sunflower/Sara
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
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
Paulette knew he'd love the present and
Excitedly watched as he carefully took the box
And opened the lid to reveal, her heart inside
Crepe paper surrounded it, gently holding an
Echocardiogram of her love for him
Only last month, she was wheeled into the E.R.
Now, the doctors said her prognosis was good
Edward pulled the strip from the crepe nest
And, alternated between it, and Paulette's smile
Realizing that many years of her love lay ahead
To wrap him, full, in life's greatest gift
How could he adequately express his happiness?
People oft lose their lighted sight
Each winter solstice that annums around
As days shrink some benevolence cooled
Credit given where credit should not be found
Economy trumps our brotherhood's cards
On the holiday morning, when all is spread
Near tree, menorah, prayer rug, symbol iconic
Equal time, regarding the desolate neighbor
As joys of family and friends ring the room
Reaching inside ourselves can we reach
To express the love our God implores
Helping to remember, peace on Earth
Pomegranates and oranges sluice sweet tang
Even as members gather and sleepily greet
Adults sit, small children excitedly flit about
Carefully examining tags, boxes and stockings
Eagerly they plead with eyes for permission
Once you were that young too...that magical
Now you point and sip tea or coffee, and smile
Every generation brings its own traditions
As a talisman to the next's memories to come
Rife with sentiment, are day's mellow memories
To ancient minds in some far future times
Hardly believing that all those years transpired
© Goode Guy 2011-12-10
"God bless us, everyone" - Tiny Tim
for those unfamiliar...
Having the first experience with girls isn't easy,
And especially when you're on a first date.
Such a quandary...making sure you look your best.
All the while, he keeps thinking...
"No, don't say that or she will think you're a jerk!"
Yet, no one has prepared him for that moment
Of awkwardness, when he is supposed to kiss her.
Now, comes the big question for him ..."Do I keep my
Eyes open or closed?"
Every fibre of his being knows that the time is
Very close. What a delicate situation for him.
Each of his nerve endings will be jumping as
Rivers of emotion will break over his being.
Then, the moment comes. In a flash, she gets close,
Opens her mouth just a little,
Lifts her head to just the right angle...
Dry and parched lips are all he can offer in return.
Yet, their lips come together, and like the
Ongoing tide, the kiss takes place
Under a moonlit sky in some secluded lover's lane.
All that he will remember is that
Beautiful moment, that one instant, that
One singular happening when
Under that sky, he had achieved
The manhood that he had dreamed about for so long.
That singular moment will be forever frozen in time for
Him. Sixty years hence, it will be like only a moment ago.
Each time he thinks of it, it will bring a smile to his face.
Both the young man and that girl may have long parted
In their lives, perhaps on to other dates and encounters.
Reality though, is that the first time is always one that is
Deeply remembered for the intimacy that was
Shared by them at that moment.
Although they may have grown apart,
Neither of them will ever forget that sweet encounter,
Dipped in the pen of both love and romance.
Throughout a lifetime of loving encounters,
He will certainly never forget that first
Emotional tidal wave of romantic relief after a first kiss.
Being all too overcome with the
Enchantment and the
Excitement that it had produced, he can hardly wait for the next big moment...
Perched high in the trees, the owl,
Lord of Mystery, looks downard for
An unsuspecting midnight snack.
Ignorant of its fate, the mouse
Nibbles on a fallen berry.
Just as mysterious,
Alluring but unknown,
No one ever sees you coming,
Even when they know you're there.
vile venomous vermin
intriguing intertwined insurgent
petulantly promenading patrol
excruciatingly evil exile
ruthlessly relentless reptile
Winds blow through the trees
Hushed messages tickle the branches
Inner meaning withheld for your ears only
Searching for their intended
Playing with the words
Evoking rumors far and wide
Can a crystal sphere make the magic it weaves?
Read like a book, as old as the reading of tea leaves
Years and centuries, like paper they fold
Stars shine, the ball glows, your fortune is told
The gypsy's eyes twinkle as she goes into a haze
A question mark it holds, as intricate as a maze
Like fire, her eyes are set ablaze
Be it good or bad, the future and past it keeps
All marvel at the power, the answer can make even men weep
Lies and betrayal are all thrown out
Look into the crystal if you have a doubt
once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane
Spring brings on a pleasant change when nothing around us remains the same.
People are skirting about the more-
Running to and fro, enjoying the great outdoors;
Imaginations are beginning to fly just like the birds up in the sky.
Nature has again performed a glorious and wondrous thing---
Getting every thing: the flowers, trees, birds, etc., ready for a new season -
Depending on your mind,
Entirely a taste of perception;
Just a bit, double vision
Add to it, maddening familiar
Va va va, Boom!
Uncanny; already happened
I rise out of
the illusionary motionless
huming bird wings
naked and wild
shadow magic song
translucent star beams
skin and bones
now free of fear and
one with worm echo,
demons and witches-
life is a precious thing-
be careful how you
c m brady june 2007
Little by little befuddled
Overwhelmed; off track or muddled
Scatterbrained; astray and puzzled
Tapped out; tore up or bumfuzzled
Here I am
This temporary accomodation.
Who knows what or who
Has decided to
Inhale and exhale
Infusing and bathing
Nestling and caressing
The world full of flowers
How wonderful that
Each and every Spring
Whoever or whatever whispers
Never seems to
Euphony of poise
Languidly impressed upon the minds with
Ease and social graces
Gesturing magnificently with liquid hands
And setting the room afire in interest
Never needing to condescend while
Creating an atmosphere of dignity to
Entrance normalcy to the height of irrepressible combustion.
(Written about and dedicated to my mom, who,
being the embodiment of elegance always,
passed away 7/11/07)
Believed at first to be a mirage
Ripened imagination starved
Easily blurred to the mind's embrace
Absolute beauty in word and face
Taste of perfection to life the air
Hasten to see her, to find her there
True to your mind at it's first embrace
Absolute beauty in deed and face
Kissing the soul at the core of words
Innocence captured, but rarely heard
Now is the moment to thank the sky
Given to love, in the blink of her eyes.
H esitant, tenuous, an inconspicuous mind,
Y ielding incoherence, as reality collides,
S ubtle, grim, emotions strive,
T ormented, distressed feelings glide,
E ncrusting the soul, as fear ignites a
R ambling fire of strife…
I ntimidating, terrifying, an adversary of might,
A n aspiration to fight…
These candles wont stay lit for long pretty soon the world wont be so strong, do
you hear my hate for you can you see my evil intentions shine through is this the
torment that i expect from you to lay a shotgun in front of me as testament to your
disdain for me. You want to see me die in vain clip my wings so i cant discover
how to fly you think that hurts me enough to cry it only makes revenge more
sweeter. Break me if you want my demon beside me will never walk cover me in
what use to be the death of man i promise on the thirty first day i will arise new
with a gift for you. Deceive me for years your will was thrown to me now you have
created the monster that stands before you suffering i adore you i lay down at
your feet as god you give me strength. I am not alone chaos in your name
insanity is our game hold me in your evil arms kiss me with your filthy lips horned
angel they tried to kill us but they will pay, they will all fear my rage the age of pain
is near raise up and wash off this caring veneer.
Cole Hodson (c)
The only thing that seems to bring me joy what some might consider a toy
i sit for hours and just stare hoping this beautiful music will transport my
imagenation in to thin air. This music box tells a story of days long been told
history both new and old generations this music box has been past almost like
eyes that have seen the world change. My treasure which will some day bring my
children and their children pleasure, from what i've been told there use to be a
key hidden deep inside this music box which is what makes it so unique. My
great grand mother explain to me that the precious key was used to hide
members of my family and family friends in a secret room when for sure they
would face doom if found by the Gestpo that cold day in June. And when the
coast was clear to calm the fears of the children hiding in the room my great
grand mother would play that music box that i hold dear today. The music box of
mistery tears of centeries hold a special place in my heart what great object the
music box which secrets are forever unlocked.
Taking a risk to disclose
That you wanted
With many questions and thoughts
Opinions about what you like
Never not wondering about life
Do wonder with peace and quiet
Ever asking and thinking
Really is it worth it? (I say absolutely!)
i wondered about what to write up next and thought to my self why not make an acrostic
hope you enjoy! -WÖLF
Depend on me for solace fear me because of rage
unchained beast of trying times that shall not speak
it's age ride this wicked storm or suffer by hand of faith
that has proven scorn.
I trust you again in love simply noted your eyes are innocent
as doves fires burn and seek destruction winds die down with
out interruption. A hand in peace just as justice is served i stand
here undefended as nature takes it course in vain a wanted man
dreams of days less insane but still stuck in a trance like state.
Loss of equals this moment reflects rain pouring down up top the
steeples judgement is a release only then will my wondering soul
find peace, love and revenge someday must end as for me only faith
S ilently creeping,
L eisurely seeping,
I nfiltrating, penetrating stealthily…
No one hears the weeping, trying to
K eep breathing… breathlessly wheezing…
I ntensifying… even seconds are freezing,
N othing heard, but vocal screaming…
G argantuan bewilderment, as I hear my thoughts breathing…
Walk this earth with words of worth you stand for valiant bound by eternal balance
those who stand behind you will follow you and lay claim in battle for you. Like an
untouched vessel your convictions can with stand untrusting conditions and
external indecision. Born with ruling purpose forgotten by sorrow it is your
motto:"To face a new tomorrow", injustice to fix justice is why your people place
pride close to a glim in a troubled eye. A soldier of fortune wont give way to
crimes of epic proportion you cast a shadow and never will your grace fall
shallow it is your mission to place life in the direct path of certain strife. In your
gods light so be it if you die by Satan's knife your time was well spent rest in
Judge this. We know that since our Father in Heaven hears
Us when we pray according to the will of His Son and in His
Name, whatsoever we ask, He will do it faithfully; so, we
Know that we have the petitions we desired of Him. Yet,
Many have not because they ask not, while some others ask
Amiss to consume it upon their lust, while sinning or warring
In their members. Then some pray in doubt or without persistence,
Lest, in their desire to prosper and be in health God would hear them.
Damn, that face looks oddly familiar though a bit
Enigmatic too, somehow I cannot seem to nail it
Just where I met her, maybe in school or in some
Arty hangout, or perhaps way back during a prom.
Vaguely recognizable yet, mysteriously intriguing,
Unless she is an outgrowth of my wild imagining.
And he holy of all spoke mystic dressed in cloak, thou eye's tell a story clarity in
with man unite i forever demand. Come not in fear seek me earth's end time is
near understand those of humanity have been given fare warning now peace will
reign almighty this eve's early morning.
Children of light follow me as if eye's forever see night my voice will guide you my
forgiveness will in turn comfort you so you shall exist as holy trust depends of you.
Faith in all things that bare my blessing sheep not walk this path only know for
treachery, soon my divine will awaken those who fall behind stand steadfast and
awaken your mission dawn the reckoning of evil for only my grace will sore at this
pinnacle as though heavens only eagle.
Time my children time will unleash my prophecy bright skies shinning through
hate unrelenting. Never turn your back on me home is here all who prosper
under me, Angels shall never weep holy trinity in which all ministries undoubtedly
copyright (c) 2006