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BASTARD

"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white deep, shallow wells, yet beautiful
He smirks a grin, with an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard, of beauty, running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pounding from shame 
What is his sin, he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come inside my light, like a good dame

I sing and tell a tale, A Bastard through the night
His eyes, I waged, I was young and poor, I was saved
Lying down, in the arms of my white knight
My hair, he caressed, he came in my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover, he did it well, then went back to his wife
A moment so golden, the ages live, his son is born

Another Bastard brought into this world

By: PD


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LONGING FOR FATHER'S LOVE

I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...

Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...

All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...

Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...

All I want is for us to bond...

Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

(c) 
olive_eloisa

contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..


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Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows


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Future Picture

Paint me my teacher
A picture of my future
Tell me at this juncture
About My future
I will listen with rapture
You my teacher
Show me every feature
Of my future.

spread me my teacher
the wings to my future
Make me learn
what my efforts will return
Hold my hand
Guide me and
let me walk the path
My life is worth.

Show me my teacher
what is stored in my future
show me the beauty
of my future duty
Then I will paint
a picture with no stain
A future perfect picture.

show me my teacher
the colors to paint my future
I will paint a doctor picture
Or paint a lawyer picture
I will paint my perfect future picture
with the colors from you my teacher
Help me paint my future
My respected teacher.


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FINALLY HOME

We'll climb over paper mountains
Cross over distant seas
We'll give away our fortune
We will get down on our knees
We'll be analyzed and scrutinized 
Receive training from the best
But until at last you're in our arms
We will never rest
We will never rest

And...
We're dreaming of the first time 
We will see your face
Such a sacred moment
That'll never be erased
All the sacrifice worth it
None of it a waste
'Cause when this journey's over
You'll be in this place
You'll be home
Finally home!

Today we got our travel approval
We're packing up our bags
Been through highlands and valleys
We've overcome a hundred snags
Done things we didn't think we could do 
We feel so very blessed
But until at last you're in our arms
We will never rest
We will never rest

And...
We're dreaming of the first time 
We will see your face
Such a sacred moment
That'll never be erased
All the sacrifice worth it
None of it a waste
'Cause when this journey's over
You'll be in this place
You'll be home
Finally home!

*Story of a family's long journey to adopt a orphan with special needs

Sponsor: Roger Horsch
Contest Name: Many Miles Away

4-1-14
Ballad


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I am that I am

My savior was born a man,
He came from heaven, but a man is what he became.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
He became all of this and more,
For he knew that only in the form of a servant,
Could he save the lost, and set the captives free.
But there came a time,
I tell you, there came a time,
When he rose up and claimed his former self,
And knew his nature,
I am that I am, He said.
I am that I am.
I was born a boy.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
Almost worthy of the condemnation that this world has shamed upon me and 
mine,
Almost worthy of the epistemological inferiority, that the world complexly imputes 
to me,
I was born a boy,
Full of rage and anger, when they called me “boy” out of their own confusion.
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
I was born a boy,
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
And now I can look American hypocrisy in the face, and say “God Bless You”
And now I can look klu Klux klan firemen in the eye and say I love you.
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to endure,
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to right this world’s wrong and still 
retain my childlike disposition.
I am a man, I tell you.
And that is more than enough!
For once I strived to rise above, but now I seek to rise in love.
For once I strived to get revenge, but now I seek that hatred end.
And men and boys and women to, would claim the light of victory.
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who was a God.
And became fallen, vulnerable, weak, and feeble,
As I felt in a time of trial,
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who claimed his former self 
and rose to set me free.
And now, I am true.
Not perfect but a man nonetheless.
I was born a boy,
But I reached to the sky, and said, “God help me”
And now, I AM THAT I AM, I AM MAN!


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I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on me. i dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
 
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
 
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
 
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would have. it would have saved us all alot of pain
 
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
 
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything


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A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.


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Rubber Duckie

Rubber duckie you're the one
You're the reason I'm the one
Rubber duckie
You're the one for me


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LET US ALL SAVE PEACE

I woke watching television news
The jet plane is soaring high note
Operation Sulu is launched forth
Until the intruders to get out
Malaysia always chose to peace
Come and let us all save peace

Philippines is wanting peace
For Sulu Archipelago is its part to ease
Sulu Royal Army chose to enter because of peace
They call homeland in the book pages 
They decide to stay and die never ended
Many see this is not a good choice
But for them this is a pride to hold and take
Come and let us all save peace

For Malaysia also has to protect its state
Its sovereignty whether lives at stake
It has chosen the space to negotiate
And has given the time to withdraw in peace 
But the “intruders” is hard to take the leave
Come and let us all save peace

Many children cried
Much wives shed tears
Every Mothers weep
Their love ones died but with pride
Our prayers to put ahead their faith
Come and let us all save peace

The eyes of the world where are you?
The humanitarian aid you have to do
Don’t you see the lives are here waiting?
The civilians need your helping
Do not wait until the time lapse to nothing
Come and let us all save peace and do something.

Come and let us all save peace
Take part and let us all save peace
Pray and let us all save peace
Where are you peace activists?
Come and let us all save peace
Let us all save peace!




This is the day that Malaysian Forces conducted “Ops Sulu” to drive the group from Sulu that recently entered Tandu’, Lahad Datu, Sabah. 12:41PM, 5th March 2013, Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia. 

Please Print and Distribute to Save Peace. Thank you
Get the copy here: http://www.academia.edu/2904281/LET_US_ALL_SAVE_PEACE


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The Boy Who Wasnt Ready To Grow

Amidst of all the sorrow,
stood still a boy who wasnt ready to be the man he supposed to grow,
In the decaying dime for  bitter crumbs, 
Only the slickest minds could climb,
The rising wall of the Notre Damme.

He wasnt ready,no.not yet.

The timekeeper keep blowing the whistle,he said the time is up,
young stud would u please keep up! 

And so he ran like a scared prey on the hunt,
Out where no one could find,
in the Disneyland of the Outcast,  away from the past,
Tranquilized under the moonlight glow.

He’s just the boy who wasn’t ready to grow.


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The Alien

The Alien.
                           
"Here's the village Idiot
Here comes the loony fool"
So many taunts did follow him
Oh kids can be so cruel!
The Alien, his face all cowed
With caution treads his way
As the gossip done, invades him every day.

He's a shade too short on mighty brawn
He's a pilgrim of the soul
He's a Sailor floating through his dreams
And he has no worldly goals
And when those kids kicked footy balls
And swore and carried on
The alien got lost  within his own song.

He's been told that he be nothing
By so many through the years
And now his body broken
Still wading in his fears
The wings have made to open up
So the butterfly may rise
And so the mighty Phoenix 
must head he for the skies.

Dec 22 2003.


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With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...


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Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


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IN AN OPEN CAGE, YOU CAN FLY, NO WINGS

Today is Tuesday, 19 March, 2013 36th days, after some armed men from Sulu archipelago spotted in Tandu Wau, Lahad Datu. This caused the bloodshed between Muslim brethren. I am still monitoring the sad stories happened to our new recorded history. If this conflict cannot be resolved today what more the coming days that will pass by our way? I am always optimistic that any problems shall have its solutions but if the parties will lead to apply it. It is very hard to live where someone doubts everyone and everyone doubts anyone. It is hard to live in an open cage; you know you can fly, but you have no able wings to fly. I am praying to the lord Allah to find ways of solving the misery that both people of Sulu and Sabah are feeling right now. The remnants of colonisers continued to divide us. We are all victims. There must be no hatred spark among. We must be vigilant; there might be any other agent to hand us instruments for us to play the music and they are going to dance. Allah has all the wisdom, He is the only grantor of peace had we wish! Ya Allah please help to Let Us All Save Peace. Tuesday, 19 March, 2013, 7:27PM Sandakan Nature City, Sabah Let Us All Save Peace Ilyimy. Layag Sug!


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I'M SORRY MAMA

I'M SORRY MAMA

Growing up I remember coming home,
  A little past the time you told me to,
A little late, a little scared all the way home,
  Thinkin' of a lie to tell you,
Knowing anything I said you weren't,
  Gonna believe me anyway,
I didn't want to disappoint you,
  Guess I was ashamed more than afraid,
I'm sorry Mama,
  I've always let you down,
When you're dreaming and you're sleeping,
  I'm writing all this down,
The devil keeps me awake,
  Sometimes for days on end,
But he can't take away my thoughts of you,
  My babies, my paper, and my pen,
I'm so sorry Mama,
  But mama will you make me just one promise,
Watch over them and the first star in the sky,
  Remind them to make a wish,
Mama just one more thing,
  For the little angels who lost their mommy,
Please be to them, what you were to me,
  And please tell them, I'm sorry Mama.


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The toy collector

Toy collector:

He holds the bear gently in his old wrinkled hands as he gazes into its kind beaded eyes. The toy collector sees love lined in its double stitches and his childhood in the busted toys smile.

There stitched in black thread he can hear the sound of a child laughter, happiness, and growth reviving his memory of youth, like a jolt of life to an empty vein.

The years have passed freely, almost fleeting by. He had no more time to play in grassy school yards or hide from girls wearing satin dress, he had to grow up. The boy eventually turned into a man and was forced to pack away his toys regrettably into a wooden box.

There they sat in the attic awaiting the return of their beloved friend while he aged slowly into an adult.

High school came and went, college, even marriage but unfortunately he was never blessed with his own child. No one to share in the lined pleats of his own childhood. All of this he now recognizes in the bears sandy eyes.

The toy collector hands his most prized procession to his wife, a dazed look covering his forlorn face. 

She takes his withered hand and speaks gently in his ear.
“All the memories in the world could never replace the love between a man and his bear.”

“Yes, but even the toy collector eventually grows to old and must let go.”
He replies in woe.

His thin lips force a smile as he repacks the boxes that escaped him long ago and in the early morn of the next day he patently sits alone outside for a bus to come.

The driver honks her horn and greats him with a warming smile.
“Are all of these toys for our orphanage?”

The toy collector regrettably nods.
“Things have been pretty rough but this will surly lift there sprits up.”
She confesses as she gently grabs a random box.

As she stacks them one by on into the now cluttered van his bear falls onto the pavement below.

Unable to pick it up he wrinkles his brow with great sadness.
Suddenly the passenger door opens revealing the face of a young girl and as she draws near she extends her hand and clutches the bear.

“Did you find a friend little Lou?”

His heart melts as she kisses the teddy gently then smiles.
“thank you.”
The child coos softly.

The toy collector lives in the toys he collects, but the man lives forever in the bear the child now possesses.






























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Missing Children

When children are taken from your life,
It is very devastating in so many ways to us all,
Some people say it is your fault,
To have the problems you have,
You have caused the distruction,
Of your own family in so many ways,
And you need to start making your own,
Correct choices in life to straighten things out,
For maybe then your children will,
Return back to you at your home where they belong,
For you to love and watch them grow,
So take things day by day,
And try to correct the steps you have made,
To where you can complete each task there is,
To bring your precious children back home,
To where they belong for you to love and charish them,
As a mother and father should,
Holding them each day they need you,
So you never get forgotten,
Each and every day of their wonderful lives.


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Loosing A Child

It hurts very much,
When the one's you love,
Are ripped from your very life,
It makes you feel as if,
You are not up to being,
The person you should be,
In this dreary everyday world,
That can be so cruel.
So, think about how your life,
Is running it's very course,
And what changes you need to make'
To better your life,
In order to see the happiness,
Of keeping the beautiful thing,
You have created,
And brought into this very world,
So, you can keep this child,
Close to you in your life,
And watch it grow,
To bond with them each and everyday,
So, the child will never grow up,
knowing someone else,
As Mom and Dad,
Pushing you away from their life,
Till the day,
You will be totally gone,
From their hearts and minds,
Which is the sign of disaster all the way,
For it will be the hurt of a lifetime.


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A hero unexpected

Armor of gold and blades of light,
eyes that are orange, fluorescent and bright.
Kind in words and strong in will,
never a kind soul would he kill.
A child at sight yet old is he,
older than four-thousand cycles he be.
Akin to legend and son of myth.
Atop a wall he'd stand, a mountain or a cliff.
With blades in many and relics a few,
forever does he live, always born anew.
A hero he claims yet is known by none,
regardless he stands with humanity as one.
Enuma Ur-nirn of Uruk is he,
Older than four-thousand cycles he be.
Forever he stands as the guardian of fate,
Let us pray and hope that he is never too late.


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Praying For The Day

I pray for the day,
That my sweet child comes home,
To my loving arms,
So, I can love and hold them tightly,
Each and everyday of their lives,
To be there for them and guide them,
As they learn to grow,
Into a wonderful adult,
That I know they will become,
For they have such a wonderful heart,
And as people will see them grow each year,
Learning along their way,
Having their own imagination,
To shine and guide them,
To be a very unique person of their own,
But they are already very different,
In many different ways,
By their looks and their loving heart,
And of course being very smart,
Their beauty will shine,
In many different ways,
Both inside and out,
And I pray for the day,
They will come home,
To stop these painful, loving tears.


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Spring Surprise

Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors 
Pretty paper doilies and….
Mama letting little hands
Create surprises, of cone shaped fans… 

The memory shrugs so many years 
Where innocence, was cut and shaped
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Accomplishments, each of our own

   On May the first, a small bouquet
   We would rehearse, a verse to say
   To spread come spring, then run away



Then quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, one by one
Fresh Lillies of the Valley, wildwood fern, 
Gathering them, heavy on their stems
Sweet and fresh as morning dew, 
So filled with springtime, filled with bloom

Then paper cones were flower filled
Small bouquets of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road we trudged
Side by side, with grins of pride
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles

       On May the first, a small bouquet
       We would rehearse, a verse to say
       To spread come spring, then run away

Timid knocking on a door
 “Surprise...Surprise! Look what’s in store!”
Our little legs now running fast, 
And down the road, quite out of breath
Behind a tree, where we would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And we were taught
That bringing gifts to make them sigh
Was worth a lot !! Was worth the thought
A thoughtful way to light their eyes

      On May the first, a small bouquet
      We would rehearse, a verse to say
      To spread come spring, then run away 




_________________________________________________________
2/19/14


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WINDY WIND

wind windy, windy shore,
wind with affectionate lonely hug of soul
from whence comes the wind
if not from thence prank
The long-shore winds
wind blowing so long
wind came into the forest
taken by sea goblin






kota kinabalu
1:12am
14j13


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My Gull Wheels On

As a child empowered by youth, 
All is wonder, 
All is truth, 

Faith projecting as a wake, 
A child of God, 
Runs free these days, 

Oh Lord, I have been so blessed, 
To know your love, 
Feel your caress, 

Now I watch as the children play, 
And loving tears swell, 
...Thank you for this day. 

To feel the warm sun, wind and sand, 
A glorious gift, 
A glorious plan, 

Watch the seagulls as they wheel and dive, 
Searching for scraps, 
Screeching in delight, 

Never do they question - nor do they ask, 
For more than they need, 
Or more than they have, 

And in this spirit so free and strong, 
I live, learn and love, 
As my gull wheels on!

My Gull Wheels On
aka Michael Wilson


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Dedication To All Those Who Feel Lost

When you are far from home,
Never give up on life,
Cause your family,
Will always be with you,
In you caring heart,
Even when the times,
Get difficult and tough,
And make you want to give up,
They are always there,
For you to turn too,
And show you a way,
To find the peace,
And happiness you need,
In your caring and loving life,
So that one day,
You will find the true love,
That you most certainly deserve,
For that loving heart,
Which is a true fact,
It is a very big heart that cares,
For more than just the person you are,
But those around you,
And the family you have in your life.


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THE LABOR BALLAD

The long awaited day now comes,
With cries along with bells and drums,
Her belly throbbing, spinning-chair,
For birth, for labor they prepare.

There lots of people shouting names
And nurses playing trolley games,
The doctor came as water broke
'To labor room', the sisters spoke.

The cries were roaring piercing ears,
The friends were filling, hopes and fears,
They rise their hands and ask to god,
To ease her pain while crying odd.

The labor room was quite something,
And doctors wearing apron string,
The beds were crowded lights were dim,
But doctor peeps and makes a grim.

The nurse then speaks 'the time ain't right'.
But patient's pain was total fright,
Again the doctor comes and peep,
To see the cervix while she weep.

The legs were wide the lights were bright, 
The cervix ripe and pain was right,
She holds the edge while pushing hard,
And doctor waiting, taking guard.

The hair is seen and doctors smile,
The time is wrote on nurses file,
The head is out, the shoulder's out,
The boy is out, the sisters shout.

With cheer-some tears, she sees her son,
The faces bright, the pain was done,
The heart is blown, the sheets are thrown,
The drinks are served, and heavens shown.

The grandpa born, and grandma's dove,
The husband takes the boy with love,
The joyful kiss on tiny feet.
While sweets are served in blissful heat.

The car arrives to take her back
The kins then walk as wolfs in pack,
But cries are heard in labor room,
With smiling faces, lilies bloom.
©Anees Rahman


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Child of Night

Dark child of night,
it must have been you I passed,
in a shadow of moon,
Orion on your shoulder, 
you lover of doom.
You parade across,
the stage that is night,
that we might better see,
your sparkle and shine.

Dark child of night,
ride in on your dark horse,
pounding hooves like thunder,
roll across the sky.
Flashing lightning from your eyes
over the din, I hear your cry.
I pale at the thought,
you might not survive,
the sun.

Sunlight rips the night apart,
shutting off starshine.
The moon hides her face,
embarrassed by her paleness,
but the night can't be replaced forever,
it will come again,
in its time,
dark child of night,
parade the sky,
sparkle and shine.


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Reviled Castaway

A mom tucked in her child one night In bliss he fell asleep Her horror grew at day’s first light She could not help but weep A changeling lay in her son’s place With wings, large hooves and tail She scorned the babe who sought embrace “Lord, curse the troll,” she wailed For in the night a being crept Through her New Jersey home A fiend was left as she had slept A gift from Satan’s gnome Her handsome son, such envy sparked Now resting in a troll’s domain The changeling’s face by Satan marked And love she could not feign This curse she felt was envy pure She could not bear its sight A hateful child she’d not endure Such scorn did he ignite To Mother Leeds this thirteenth child Became a castaway It flew into the pines reviled And to this day seeks prey
*Based on the legend of the New Jersey Devil. Changelings are infants that are replaced overnight by devilish imps from trolls or elves according to Irish legend. Entry for the “Creepy Irish Creatures” contest.


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sweet bitterness


It has been months that have passed 
Yet rage I still keep enclosed  within 
it embodies my morals , my happiness 
and fears. 

I haven't been able to escape it
I look in a mirror and see me trapped
frosty glass this Bitterness is my new 
reasons to laugh 

Why do they  have to add additional salts to 
 scarred tissue. Arent I already hideous enough 
what kind of ridiculous intervention would make 
me more brutal and relentless


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HEARTSTONE AWAKEING PART 1

to heartstone , we travelled
with our child
we crossed the bridge of the morning star
left our home at the place of the rising moon
a new child to be blessed
in the great hall
to be seen
by kings and queens
by all

 
to the forests of redwood
to the east of the mountains
we came to the stream of sighs
the beauty of trees
eagles in magical skies
through the meadows
fields of flowers
blue butterflies around
shining blue
they knew she was here
faeries flew
 

my moondust carried our girl
to the door
colours flying
all of heartstone love, to unfurl
that a child could  carry
everything that mattered in this world
the doors opened wide
the princesses of heartstone
took us inside
stars flew
magic coursed through
flower petals fell
such joy
what we brought in to this world
under a tiny girls’ spell

 
the summer queen bent down
kissed the tiny girl
a summer birth at dawn
she held her
tears in her eyes
spoke gently
“with this child heartstone is reborn”

pure and bright
as a heartstone starry winter night
the girls’ smile shone
as she lay in the summer queens’ arms
we all looked on in delight
my moondust was serene
the heartstone in the great hall
began to glow
wondrous light emanating
unusually beautiful
for this was the realizing
of a special queen

never a child so young
had been made
to become a queen
that she would rule
all of the forest of richest green
her time had begun……
the heartstone was brought to the tiny girl
she smiled with delight
with the knowing look of the wise
she touched the stone
stars burst forth
in bright amethyst light


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FLOWERS ON A FRIDAY

It was bucking bulls and cowboy busting broncos
And the challenge that accompanied each ride
That consumed the heart and mind of my young cowboy
And this fact my Buddy never tried to hide. 
I recall the time we met in Kelly’s diner
He was busted up and feeling rather sore
But the cheque that paid the tab that I presented
Seemed to him to somehow even up the score.

He had eaten there that week and got acquainted,
And I somehow got to know this cowboy’s mind
while the flowers that he gave me on that Friday
Surely showed beside his toughness, he was kind.
We were married in the summer six months later,
On a Friday I recall so very well,
Because Fridays he would always buy me flowers
And then go and ride those bulls and broncs from hell.

Buddy always bought me flowers on a Friday
As he knew I feared the rides that lay ahead
But my man his heart and soul was in his riding 
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed. 
Yes he always bought me flowers on a Friday
And I loved this cowboy that I planned to wed.

All our friends had shared that special evening with us
And we raged and partied well into the night,
Then we slipped away to share the morning hours, 
Til the dawn rose and revealed its splendid light.
We both showered and had breakfast at the roadhouse
Laughed and shared the joy that comes with wedded bliss, 
But I sensed a certain tiredness in my Buddy
And I prayed he’d give the ride that day a miss.

Buddy drew the brindle bombshell riders hated
And that beast exploded when it left the chute,
Twisting left then right and suddenly it stumbled
And my Buddy he was crushed by that great brute.
When it came to say goodbye to my sweet lover
There was one thing that I vowed I’d always do 
I would always bring him flowers on a Friday
And I’d tell his child about his father too.
.
“Bud I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday”
That’s the one thing that I vow I’ll always do.
Cause you always brought me flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too. 
Yes I’ll always bring you flowers on a Friday
And your child will always bring you flowers too.


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Breaking bread

Tiny dirty hands layered in filth, grim under the nails, what dread do you face as you toil and toil throughout the long frightful day?

There is no comfort behind broken walls, no comfort in mothers arms, no safety offered to your wondering soul. Tiny hands scavenge for food, finding only aged bones with little meat, few scraps to feed your aching abdomen. Those hands so small, so cold, trembling uncontrollably, wrapped around your petite frame, your mind replaying “How will I survive today?” But you toil, toil on.

The water there is none. Only blackened pools of thick mud and how you long to taste the cool refreshing drips on your tongue, to soak your calloused and bruised toes, but that fantasy has long been gone.

Feeling as though you where made to suffer, made to grieve, want and never  to obtain you start to weep. Those hands, those tiny dirty hands reach up and gently push aside the free falling tears that seem to never stop.

Though you can’t see her, her pain is real.
A child of hunger, a child of fear, her wanting is palpable, honest, and correct, no lusting just dreams all shattered by circumstance and sadly she is not alone.

So as you sit in your homes surrounded by loving faces, grand objects and perfectly set dinner places, give thanks as your hands, clean and untouched by poverty break bread.


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Sista in Savage Society

Did y'all see?
When caseworkers of no guest workers,
When she so desparatedly sought refuge
In your country that you so vow
as the land of the free, 
but didn't lift a finger to aid her?
Nothing but her ownself
and little dignity she had left
your sadistic manly desires
falsely promised her salvation,
If she let you pin her back;

What about a pregnant mom?
looking for someone to 
at least be held
and told that her child
will cry and not die,
she see the father walk by,
she asks why?
He just sneered 
as he walks by 
with a pathetic ass sigh
Her son will not live this lie 
alive or dead;

Did y'all see?
When a young mom couldn't even
complete the alphabet, but now lives to regret,
being upset after tossing her child from elevation 
higher than mount Everest, seeing and fleeing 
for luxuaries from a colored T.V. set?

Her selfless pity, o idditty bity, of siddity 
with wealth and romance, of so much finance 
with a decorated carriage, of her own initiated miscarriage ,
of a now drifted off life.
A life who's own attitude bearing wings dipped 
by a mom's longitude 
of lust for leisure,
a tale too tragic
for anyone to forget.

Did y'all ever see? 
Hurry up and arise 
before your bell starts to ring
BLING BLING BLING 

" To every struggling mother in the universe, the Lord thy father, is one's babyfather that will never forget. To hold the fruit from your womb, even while the other doesn't whether the child is down below or up above, he will never escape his undying love." 


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Sick

One night a man said to his son your friend is really sick
The child pondered this and asked can he be fixed

It isn’t as simple as that my boy
Why he’s not a doll or a simple toy

Secondly the child pondered what was the matter
Stomach swelling and cerebral contusions from a Horrible clatter 

A drunk man going home one eve
Didn’t mind help or watching his speed

So he was just in the wrong place
The boy was young and chase

A bruise was all the drunk man suffered and mental grief
Now the boys friend now enjoys a painless Eternal sleep

A grown man one day entered a grave yard and promised
A point that he nearly missed

The point of is statement was that he would never let a man do this
So he set about securing himself as a prohibitionist

The young man accomplished a good many laws indeed
Until he found that a drink was all he would  need

He got sick, ill rather more like a severe headache
Aspirin was out of stock and if not treated could result in a state

So he new that a drink would thin his blood to relieve pain
That was against his word, promise, and his claim!

So he did! Later found out that drink saved him
He had a blood clot in the brain would have slain him

He sought to utilize his skills to bring back alcohol use
Though not to over exceed or abuse

He won his endeavor with prohibition and drank responsibly
Taking away keys and driving licenses to the weak and wobbly

Though that man thinks of his friend he can’t take back his factions
Every night asks forgiveness for this transaction

On the FUTURE


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Our Creation

Simple things like love arent easy to understand
My pen trembles, my thoughts scramble 
All my monsters are weak in her presence
Its sad how they no longer seem ugly
she says I do not write poetry for her no more
I found simple pleasure in her presence
Thieving a man from his madness
Like a candle forcing the darkness to speak
We still play but no longer keep score
She is my poetry but...


But she says I dont write poetry for her no more
I left that role to my daughter sitting in her womb
Her tiny fingers like thunderbolts and tornadoes
She catches placental waters like raindrops
And scribbles like her father
Silent as the night before a revolution
At a bonfire listening to insects recite their stories
About their evolution and our revolution
She says I dont write poetry for her no more
In a world full of fury, sin and silence
Choices choose us. We got nothing to lose except strangers
I live poetry through her beautiful life
The beautiful matrix of our creation embedded in her belly


She says I dont write poetry for her no more
I let my faber castell assault the paper
I write about non existent revolutions
Spread propaganda like a library of lovers
No full stop to my literary nonsense  
I m like tepid pause in a witch's cauldron
I m a poetry proctor peddling my stories to wishing wells
I m a failing bridge giving her away to the chasm below
In one life there is a trillion choices
But in two lives there is none
She says I dont write poetry for her no more


Her feet burden with the weight of my world
My secrets and sins between her toes
I rub them off whenever I get a chance
Her legs long and divine like the history of my lineage
They follow behind the absence of my steps
She says I never write poetry for her no more
In my head I found answers, tenfolds of answers
Answers too complex to pronounce
So I decided to scribble this love poem on her maternity dress
She says I dont write poetry for her no more


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Berceuse

Sweet dreams, to you, my precious child,
May you frolic in the meadow of a fairyland.—
Let angels keep your sleep beguiled,
As o'er your cradle doth the sandman softly stand.

Sweet dreams of golden elfin glades
Where the babble of a brook will sing a sleepy song, —
As round your bed float winged shades
To lullaby each slumbered hour the darkness long.

Sweet dreams, until the dawning break
Steals the night away with rosy gleams of beaming sun.—
Then you, my baby, will awake
To gladden days of treasured pleasures every one.

So soon a mourning dove will coo—
There I'll be with loving arms to hold you.
Sweet dreams, and never need you fear,
Blessed babe, for you shall always find me near.

Though happiness may come and go,
For tomorrow joy or sorrow in our fate could lie,
Just dream and grow, my child, to know
Always your mother everlastingly I will be biding by.


– Harley White  

< 1987 >

[Song lyrics to music of 'Trämerei' – by Robert Schumann, (1810–1856) ]


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A left hand made verse 4

As human creatures do not recognize each other
I think: it’s time for us to stand one after another.
And some days ago, - it was when
I was wrapped in your body as in the wool blanket
and the whole autumn tumbled outside,
I pushed two paper ships
in the salty lakes – your eyes,-
I came out from the peace
and said:
Here is my portion of love
Here is fear overcomed by me
Here is my ruined trench
Here is my and your and someone’s child.
Because:
Love does not always mean happiness
But it always assumes 
love.
Because fright is always bigger
than the loss may be.
Because life is so simple
we cannot waste it in the fear.
Because the war does not assume winning only
but it’s also no comfort to wait it in trench.
As homeland does not always mean truth
but the earth.
It means children
it means the right shoulder being cut off.
- please, let’s return to the wholeness.


And the bread was eating justice
and a man was counting.


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I Forgive You Mommy

I forgive you mommy,
thank you for those 
few weeks.

I admit it was strange,
the feeling was new to 
me.

Thank you for letting 
me be a part of you.

You had your reasons 
why I had to go.

It hurt a lot when I was 
aborted, but maybe earth 
was never for me.

I'm in heaven now,
I'm God's little angel.

Don't you cry, 
I'll never hate you.

Thank you for 
bonding with me, 
sorry it couldn't be.

Even though I'm far 
away, I'll wait until 
another day.

When at heavens door 
you should appear, I'll 
be right there to hold 
you dear.

Written by: Poet Shi


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Honey Child Let Me Tell Ya Bout This

This was a true story bout' this ole lady
and this baby who ain't hers you see cause'n its' white ya see
and she ain't she a mammie or a cook but to the honey child
she the baby mammie cauz' she more a moma to the honey child than the baby 
mama
mammie been in that honey child face every science she poped out of the white 
hefier and she wouldn' even feed her a bottle must less let her pull at her tit
honey child and mammie done got so close that white lady came back when 
honey child was house broke and talkin' and walkin'  and didn' even know that 
white hefier was even her mama she say mammie who dat lady and mammie say 
why honey child that white lady is yo mama and honey child say NO NO she ain't 
my mammie you is my mammie and mammie told honey child baby she gave 
birth to ya but you is right I is yo mammie and I will always be tha mammie so 
ya go younder and speak to ya mama now ok be respectful and mind yo manner 
like I done taught ya and don't make me have to tan ya hide ok honey child say 
yes ma'm mammie


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Nobodys Child But mine

Nobody’s child but mine, He wasn’t wanted, Except by me
He was born so strong, Should have been two, Oh what a joy
This child of mine, Ten tiny fingers , Ten tiny toes too, That child of
Mine.

He warmed my heart from that moment on, That child of mine .
I lost his dad, He didn’t want to know, That child of mine .

He was sick , Born that way, That child of mine .
Smiles and laughter that lit up a room, That child of mine .
Many a worry, That sick child of mine, Yet so eager to please. 
A loving child..

Full of smiles, Laughter too, He was left with his tiny new brother .
That child of mine, New dad and all, He was so pleased .
So proud of his new baby brother. That child of mine.
 
I just never knew, Thought he was safe that child of mine .
How he snapped , His new dad At that child of mine .

My joyful night, Became a mothers worst fear..
That poor child of mine, He couldn’t breathe, New dad didn’t cope.

Love was blind, This I knew, Now I’m ashamed, I should have knew.
He was only three, Battered and bruised, That poor child of mine .
From top to toe, Look what he’d done to that child of mine .

I know I should have let go, Be seen and heard for that child of mine..
I was so young with two kids in tow, How would I cope, I did not know.

To young and afraid of being alone, I should have known .

That child of mine, In sorry now, Was so naïve, It should have been done.
I should have let him go, For that child of mine I loved so .

Never again will I be afraid, Scared and unsure for any child of mine .
Their just no excuse, He was only three, That poor child of mine .
I was his mum, Should have known, What had to be done .
I should have spoke out, And not been afraid .
For that child of mine, I was his mum .


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The Healers Heart / 2001

The healer strove to mark the place
to walk with heart in hand. 
She placed her foot upon the path
and walked ‘pon ochre sand.

Her head was high, her gaze direct
the path before her steep;
to her goal with chattering teeth
the healer’s eyes did keep.

She went within the darkness deep,
earth's core she did explore;
with heart hearth lit and good intent
she visited earth's core.

The Mother had oft seen her there
and gifted her each day,
with lava, light, and wet warmth
the Mother watched her play.

Still, now the healer knew the truth,
a truth she must absorb.
Father lived in hearths held on high,
He was another force.

And, if the healer was to grow
help others come this way
she must go forth, rise, absorb
the upper light displayed.

With trembling lips and fearful sighs
on she purposefully strode, 
this child of clay, of lava formed,
to Father’s bright abode.

And, as she rose above the clouds
into the firmament
she lost her shape, as child of earth
gained oneness in ascent.

No boundaries now held her form
except His loving grace,
this cherished child of mud, of clay;
she took her solemn place.

“Light or Dark, neither good nor bad,”
a choice the Father said.
a place for all, a purpose too
and lessons learned instead.

So, the healer turned to earth
upon that golden day. 
She’d learned the joy of dark and light
found wholeness, in this way.


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Creator and his love of People

The minister and angels in year 2005 there on TV and
a gift to all, toils for  his Glory and right never wrong 
by labor he will enter the pealy gates and walk on gold
there he dates a child and give her to his other ministers and
they laugh and say a angel made them do it, of cruse your
child not thier now children will think that a angel well
will, of course he will meet his maker like the hornet
Queen and ice Queen and of course the person that
make the child scream in the ear of the creator. you
can make money of i want nothing Dailey


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Children of the Light

Children of light, Born of stardust
Living in a fragment, Living in a moment
Not to expire but to change, As all energy never dies
A vibration on the smallest singular molecular level 
An energy in everything even star dust
Dust which fed the primordial stew of earthly existence
And continues on in each of us
Children of light, Soon you shall shed the halo 
The coil of mortality, The frail limited body must go
Children of light, That vibration inside
 Will not cease but continue to thrive
As a Child of Light born from beyond time
Limited no longer by ties that bind
Oh Child of Light fear not the signs
For this life is but a moment by design
Children of the Light do not fear the eventual change
As you move forward from this confining space
Children of  Light there is no other way
You will be welcomed back into the warmth from which life began
As Children of the Light we shall all meet again
Bound by the very stardust, energy and vibration of the cosmos
And never to have to say good bye again
Good Bye sweet child of the light 
In a moment I too will be at your side


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The Magic of Christmas

The magic of Christmas
Finds its foundations in God’s love;
Showered down from heaven
Like snowflakes from above;
The children singing carols
And the fairy lights so sweet;
The joy of peace and good will
Offered to all we meet.

The magic of Christmas
Began two thousand years ago,
When Christ was born in a manager;
Humble beginnings for God’s child below.
The three wise men bearing gifts—
Worthy of a king’s majesty;
The Star of Bethlehem shining bright
To lead them to this child of heavenly beauty.

The magic of Christmas
Is still with us today,
As long as we remember
God’s greatest gift to portray.
For God’s great love shown to mankind
Is the reason for the season;
Giving unselfishly to others
Demonstrates heaven’s liaison.

The magic of Christmas
Brings excitement for all;
The excitement of family gatherings;
The good times to recall.
It’s a time to offer love, peace and joy
To loved ones and those in need;
Indulge in unselfish giving
For each gift is God’s love seed.

Maureen LeFanue


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Child of Sam

I follow the path of these disturbed minds
Now Im tryin to find what I did with mine
Was taught the truth now I tell these lies
I put on a disguise, I am the one I despise
I sit behind these caged walls again
Lookin for some friends, but they all pretend
No good around me all I see is sin
I put on a grin so that I fit in

I do not want you to know who I am
I am the child of Sam
Got to remind myself that Im not you
Before I forget the truth
I have to learn to keep my mind tamed
Before I get lost in this game
I look in the mirror and start to see
The evil over taking me

So negative nothin around but hate
I cannot wait until I walk out that gate
I told myself that I wont lose my faith 
But at this rate it just might be too late
I just cant get them to understand
That I had a plan to be a better person
Now I'm out to get whoever I can
You should of ran cuz now your in my hands



Its beginning to get under my skin
I cannot let this evil win
I cant let myself forget myself
I will not be destined for hell
And now I will tell you who I am
I am the child of Sam
No need to remind myself Im not you
Because I will tell the truth
Now that Ive learned to keep my mind tamed
Im sick and tired of this game
I look in the mirror and start to see
The evil letting go of me


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As the Years Go By

As the years go by
Our love will slowly grow
It will never die
As long as we have each other

As the years go by
I will ask you to be my wife
A tear will fall from your eye
When you accept my proposal

As the years go by
After what seemed like forever
After we promised each other that we would always try
We will have a child of our own

As the years go by
Our child will grow up and leave our home
I shake his hand or hug her neck while you try not to cry
As he or she drives away in her car

As the years go by
The time will eventually come
Where I will have to die
But I will see you again
As the years go by...


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The son inside of me.

For years I pondered what I could of been, for years that past I hid the son in side 
of me,
  A Mama`s boy always, but Daddy little man I never was I never had the chance 
to be,
Never taught to play any kind of ball, though competitive I am, I never looked up to 
any one,
  Just down at a picture, a picture of a man who never came around yet I was his 
son,
No one there to say this is how you become a man, this is how you hold a girls 
hand, know when to take your stand,
  The son inside of me played alone in the sand.
As a child I spoke to no one,   you could tell I wasn`t having fun, I never knew the 
filling or meaning in Father and son,
  The untold story begun.
Shy, short tempered and withdrawn a child who had his mom wondering yet 
understanding of my becoming,
  A fatherless boy who held a picture for so long" when will he come and save 
me" the son in side of me wondering,
Today a proud father of a outstanding young man, since birth I was always near 
by to hold him, to play, to listen and to be Dad,
  I`ve been hero when he was hurt, a coach when he shot or passed the ball, a 
mentor when I told him you get up after a fall, I am the father I never had,
  The son in side of me is my sons best friend, he smiles, he no longer looks to 
the picture he is to busy.... being my sons Dad .     
  
   


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Marry...? Christmas.

ding- dong -ding-dong- ding
jingle bells as people flourish the streets looking for what ...presents,
as a child sees Christmas they see what they will get,
an adult sees Christmas as a time to belittle over worked merchants,
we wish you a marry Christmas rings out from sound tracks at the mall,
bitter no good grenches take this time to watch the poor crawl,
ever see a spoiled child smile with joy?
ba rump bum bum,bum
ever see a single mother scrape to by her kids just one toy?
ba rumb bum-bum-bum 
oh silent night where have you gone,
this holy night what have you become,
this is what I got this is how in debt I now am,
bills forgotten to sooth your rotten and lets not forget the ham,
a night when a poor woman gave birth to her baby-Christ ,
we celebrate with a grand feast to stuff our face in his name-nice,
walking in a winter wonder land is where the true meaning is,
a time when a family sits and counts their blessings and holds their kids,
we wish you a marry Christmas we wish you any thing this
working over time doing what ever it takes for ...a gift?
oh come all thee faithful think about it to be here together we should all be greatful,
thank you for what you gave me- CD's, DVD's ,I-POD,MP3's none of it was at his table,
but this is what we've done taking this holiday and turning it into- what we've become,
more then we can handle, more then our means, because more is better then some,
it's love that makes the children, it's love that sets the tone in our lives it's love-
you can have , are give all you want it's done out of love you want to do it out of love-
my Christmas is the love in my kids eyes, the smile on my wifes face,
they are my every Christmas gifts and at that moment there is no other place. 


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At This Heart

A child is dead in the heart of men
a lonely grave sits unattended
who do such a thing I heard them say
to someone they had once befriended
who would have the child abandoned
i look to the gates and the fences unmended
i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray
but what's left to say
despite meaningful words I still dismay
this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended
when the baleful moon rises another day ended
but this grave is still unvisited
sadness and shame to this day
when all good men did nothing but pray
god should have stayed
but remorse is lost on those not here
i speak of course of men ruled by fear
for there is not just one grave unattended
there is more than one sin unmended
down beside this tomb i solemnly lay
when moon rests high and out goes day
this child called integrity is dead
doubt and vanity has taken its stead
this child called Right has been felled by Wrong
this grave is unseen and unknown
i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own
this grave at the hearts of all good men
what once we had we will never have again


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Inner Child Delights

The inner child within my soul 
Completes me and she makes me whole 
Soaring spirit riding high 
Chasing dreams as they float by 
Clouds so white, a place to rest 
Welcome warm, our little guest 

They whisper softly come to me 
Rest at last, upon me free 
Colors softly signal to Springs rain 
While rainbows stretch, and preen, so vain 
The inner child within my heart 
Delights to see the heavens part 

Without my inner child so true 
I couldn't fly through skies of blue 
Billowy tufts of stagnant rain 
Recycled for the season's gain 
Our laughter tickling Heaven's sky 
Delights my inner child and I