To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
The Family That God Gave to Me
I think about the family,
that God gave to me...
And think about where
they'll spend eternity!
I think about the good times,
that we've had.
And the trials we've faced...
Both good and bad!
God helped us to overcome
And proved his faithfulness...
Today and forever!
He showed us the Godly path,
that we should follow...
And promised to be with us!
Today and tomorrow!
He's proven how
much he loves us!
And how much that he
cares for us!
Thank you my lord,
for all you do!
Where would we be?
If not for you?
You've proven yourself
over and over again!
Thank you so much,
for being our friend!
By Jim Pemberton
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that
determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,
If I Could Have Gotten Your Embryo
Before You Were Born
I Would Have Sheltered You Safely
and Protected Your Form ...
I'd Have Put You In My Womb
& Flowed You Knowledge Like In A Tubric
& Patted My Expanding Belly
As I Played You Music
And As You Got Ready
To Arrive From The Birth Canal
You Would've Known My Breasts
Would Be Ringing Like Welcome Bells! ...
Eager To Suckle You
Breast Feed My Own Flesh & Nourish
So You Could Grow Strong
... In Love's Encourage
I Would've Held You In Wonder
& So Close Tenderly
Amazed At This Little Bundle,
Breathing, Piece of Me ...
And When You Turned One
Or As You Sucked Your Thumb
Or Eating Baby Food Jars of Plums
... I'd Have Given You Trumpets & Drums
... And Building Alphabet Blocks
& Superman Capes
& Stuffed Teddy Bears
& Oatmeal Cookies & Grapes
I'd Have Read You Stories
From Capt. Adventure Books
You'd Have Known You Were Loved
By My Proud Mama Looks
I'd Have Spent Time With You
Showing You How To Tie Your Shoe
Rocked You If You Caught The Flu
or Any Sniffles You Went Through ...
I Would Have Played With You
& Prayed With You
From Crawling To Walking
Paved The Way For You
Yeah, I Would Have Fussed At You
& When Needed Even Spanked You Too
& I'd Meant: This Hurts Me More Than You
'Cause You're The Little Symbiot, Mama Grew
So, You Would Have Known
You Were Loved & Treasured
You Would Have Known
Your Worth Couldn't Be Measured
Nor Compared To Anyone Else
At Any Point In Time
'Cause You Are The Best
Because You Were "Mine"
* * * * * * *
But I Never Knew You
But Believe Me If I Had ...
I'd A Made Sure You Had
A Loving Mom & Dad
And You Would've Never Been Abused
Or Treated Bad ...
But From Now On Find Your Joy
To Replace What's Sad
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Written June 6, 2013
The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years
A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string
Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain
I do not know?
It's March. we'll never reach it/ no matter how fast you go/
I'm breathing/ it's cold and chilly/ I'm lying right on the floor/
It's March. it's obedient, humble, ridiculous, playful and rude/
with lipstick on mirror's surface/ "everything's gonna be good"/
it's night. black veil in square / of window /and it expands/
you can take any star from the heaven’s roof/ grabbing it with your hand/
milky way - is the fountainhead channel / for galaxies to begin /
get the glass from the kitchen and pour it /with pure and shining moon milk/
Emptiness isn’t the absence/ of particles/ molecules/ cells
Like if they never knew the secrets/ like if they nothing have to tell/
Void’s more like broken dishes / pieces stuck somewhere in chest/
We make a short trailer of our movie/ trying to do our best/
Cigarettes/ coffee/ balcony/ exhale-eat-pray- and love/
Morse is similar to the Braille alphabet/ falling as music above/
Night is dying / I see its grin/ universe’s twirling the window touch/
I look into its soul/which is eaten/ by sadness/ it’s March. It is March.
I do not know?
The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.
Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,
Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
and a million sins confessed.
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
that serve Religion Inc.
"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,
for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.
I do not know?
my love blossoms amidst the thunder
across the oceans and the beyond the seas
my love reaches out and touches
the moments of bliss as the loneliness flees
my love is simple
with profound feelings of yearning desire
my love rages within
the furnace of this aching heart's unquenchable fire
my love basks in the warmth of the knowledge
that in the spring it takes root and it will flower
my love breathes in the light fragrance
of her hair after her warm and delicate shower
my love remembers drowning in her eyes
of those ethereal moments frozen forever more
my love recalls the fleeting ticking of the clock
each minute apart stabbing at my very core
my love she knows I need her so
for she needs me just as much
my love she sprinkles light flourishes of her sensual touch
as my love for her continues to ceaselessly grow
my love reaches down into the crevasses of my of being
my love for her is held onto deep inside
for in the coming of the cold ache of seperation
my love settles between the folds of her heart, for 'tis there that my love for will reside
my love like an eternal dream caresses me in wakefulness and in sleep
and that is the feeling that I shall cherish
a feeling of love that has settled in me
a feeling so pure and a feeling so very deep...
In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams
Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay
The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire
She presses her finger on the thorn
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede
Sitting on a tranquil mountain top
as I do from time to time
looking down at the view before me
listening to the calming silence
to heal my battered soul
and clear my troubled mind.
I look down to the bottom
to remind me
of how far I have come
and where I used to be
The mountain only exists
in my imagination
but I go there when I need
when live's battles get too much
It heals and restores me
once more like before
stress and anxiety.
Merry Christmas in Heaven
From all of us here
You're not forgotten on Christmas
Nor throughout the whole year
Your smile, your laughter
Your holiday cheer
Fill the air in this place
If I sit quiet, it's clear
Words can't express the sadness we feel
Though you're in Heaven without one single tear
I'll see you again behind golden gates
For Jesus is coming, I know it is near
Merry Christmas in Heaven
I wish you were here
Midnight at Blackfriars
The city spires are hidden,
It’s getting colder fast,
It feels as though we might have
Some snow this month at last.
The wind sweeps keenly through St. Giles(1)
The hour is getting late.
Fleeting forms across the scene,
Are making for the gate.
December is upon us,
The year is wearing thin,
Parishioners from town and gown
Now are gathering in.
Rosy cheeks are shining,
There’s a spirit of good will,
We’re coming in for Midnight Mass
The Christmas Eve Vigil.
Forgotten is the riot
Of Saint Scholastic’s Day,(2)
To celebrate the Savior’s birth,
We worship now and pray.
Conjoining with the acolytes
Dressed in cassock’s white,
We’re caroling together,
Upon the holy night.
A gallant in best evening wear,
Bow tie and cummerbund,
And a high-heeled damsel on his arm,
Is down from Summertown.
A staff nurse from the Radcliffe,(3)
Whose shift was at an end,
Was seated close beside them
Clutching at her friend.
There the widow all in black,
Who cleans the votive stands,
Holds her missal open
With stubby fingered hands.
She blends with the congregants,
Ignoring the celebs,
And is back up for the service
From somewhere in St. Ebbs.(4)
A student in thick sweaters
And ragged scarf of grey
Is seated on the furthest aisle
Hair all in disarray.
Across the nave the prayer chairs,
Range back in their rows,
Filling up with congregants
In coats and gloves and throws.
In from the rear the friars process
With candles all aglow,
Up the side aisle to the chancel,
Caroling as they go.
Above their heads upon the walls
Are stations of the cross,
Reminders set in stark relief
Of this night’s final cost.
We see the prior in chasuble
For the apse proceeding,
To celebrate communion
And give the sacred reading.
The greatest story ever told
Unfolds with familiar ring
Filling our hearts with the promise
Of Christ the new born king.
Then with the service over,
We make for the hall below,
Where cocoa and mince pies and sherry
Are served before we go.
Outside the snow is dusting
The chained bikes in the Fair,
Contented now we homeward fade
Through the Christmas air.
(1)Saint Giles Fair - Convergence of the Banbury and Woodstock Roads in Oxford extending south the Magdalen Street by Martyrs Memorial.
(2) The St Scholastica Day riot of 10 February 1355
(3) Radcliffe Infirmary - The first Oxford Hospital
(4) St Ebbes is a district of central Oxford, England,
The voice of racism preaching the
gospel is devilish a fake church
called the Prophet Muhammad a
terrorist forgetting God is not
religion but a spiritual bond and
Jesus is the most quoted profit in
the Koran they bombed innocent
people trying to murder sudaam
when you gave him those chemical
weapons to go to war with Iran this
is the information that they hold
back from Peter Jennings cuz
condalisa rice is just the New Age
Sally Hemings I break it down with
critical language and spiritual
anguish the Judas to hang with the
guilt of betraing Christ you
murdered his religion and painted
and white translated in
psychologically tainted philosophy
the conservative political right wing
ideology glued together sloppily the
blasphemy of a nation got my bakk
to the wall cuz I'm facing
assassination Guantanamo Bay
federal incarceration how could this
be the land of the free home of the
brave indigenous Holocaust and the
home of the slaves corporate
America dancing offbeat to the
rhythm you really think this country
never sponsored terrorism human
rights violations we continue the
saga El Salvador in the contras of
Nicaragua and on top of that you
still want to take me to prison just
cause I won't trade Humanity for
When we were asked about that,
To disclose the person who said that,
We denied the fact related to that that,
And said we don't know who said that,
But that 'we' was inclusive of who said that.
I do not know?
(January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)
they shot you down
all those years ago
your dream lives on
and always will
for though much has been
gained since you dreamed
there is much to fight for
and much more to struggle for
and much, much more
to fight for still
your dream resounds in
our hearts and we pledge
this to you today
for though they shot you down
all those years ago on a memphis day
we shall overcome
this we do believe
deep in our hearts
we shall overcome
(for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.)
Lord I'm attached to this man.
I dont talk to nobody about this.
You the only one who understand.
He is a really nice guy.
We seem to have a lot in common.
I really really care for him.
I could even say I love him.
I want him. I dont want him.
He cares for me but dont want me.
I don't want him to want me or care for me.
It's a lot of confusion on my end.
Sometimes I get frustrated and go anti socail on men.
Even though it has nothing to do with men
but really has every thing to do with me.
I feel selfish because I dont want him with nobody else
BUT I dont want him with me either.
I feel crazy,Maybe I am
I fear that he may be a blessing that I will miss out on.
Right person at the wrong time
It seems like he has my heart and we JUST friends.
He dont know this. I dont want him to know this.
Nobody knows this but you Lord. Nobody!!
Just One night,strong connection with him
Lord please unattach me from this man.
I think about him all the time.
I'm just divorced,2 kids from the last guy,
want him not ready for him.
Its like want I him now vs not ready to be with ANYONE anytime soon.
It was just one night with him!!!Dam I hate him! Lord help me. Please give me strenth in the name of Jesus. Thanks for listening lord. I know you hear me. I love you.
(I just ask him to go to the movies today,what the hell was I thinking? I need to stay way from him. I like him too much. Pray for me)
He's drempt of his mama in her garden of love,
surrounded by angels in heaven above.
Peaceful waters flow through a bubbling brook,
where her roses grew in every little nook.
She cherished the roses he had bought for her in life,
capturing their beauty and the colors of their sight.
When she was ill he knelt beside her bed,
and handed her roses with the tears that he shed.
She said don't cry for me it's beautiful over there,
where they climb so gracefully up Heaven's golden stair.
He visits her grave and places roses in her cup,
rest assured with Jesus she forever sup.
The rose bush he planted for her still grows today,
just as it did when Jesus took her away.
No sickness nor pain she can smell once more,
as she embelishes in her roses surrounded by her door.
She said plant you some roses in rememerance of me,
as you stroll through my garden waiting for you I'll be.
Never in a million years would i have thought
this to be,
my bestfriend, companion, and so special
if i wouldnt have opened my eyes,
she could have just passed by and walked right
outta my life.
but in Gods weird since of loving humor way,
today he brought Brittany Back to stay,
a life from my past that i had lost,
never knowing what would be Gods cost.
Now i sit hear always waiting to see,
her simple smile brighten up for me.
The friendship, hugs, smiles and the tug at my heart,
now i know it was just the start.
I may not always be the best,
but yet she still chooses me above all the rest.
all i ask is please let this be I love you Brittany,
and God please bring her home to Me...
the computer is the automobile of post industrial times
that innovative technology that has completely consumed our minds
It's gotten to the point where no one can function without
it's the core of our everyday existence with nary a doubt
we're now in the midst of the Information Age
and the World Wide Web is now all the rage
efficient, productive in it's ability
with super sufficient memory capability
but computer memory capability is not a new fad
but it's remembering the love for us that Jesus the Christ had
He'd always put the needs of His fellow man first
would give up His last drop of water despite His own thirst
willing to sacrifice His life and die for His brothers
unselfish in the love He had for all others
and at His last supper He made a request
that would forever put our memories to the test
"drink this wine and eat this bread in memory of Me"
This Do You as my lasting legacy
to use our spiritual memory for the Lord Jesus the Christ
to partake of the Holy Communion as a part of our Christian life
This do You was the Lord Christ's command
This do You as a part of God's master plans
Paul wrote this letter so the memory of Jesus would be deployed
for the memory and love of Christ is what gives us eternal joy
joy is the thing that will lift you up when you're feeling down
joy in the positive thing that will turn depression around
joy is the love legacy that comes from the heavenly throne
joy is the energy that will keep one going strong
it comes from the Lord God and goes beyond mere human understanding
joy is that seed that the Lord God is always pruning and planting
This Do You in memory of Jesus the Christ
by making the Holy Communion a part of your everyday Christian life
This Do you in remembrance of Him
whose blood was shed to cleanse us of sin
This Do You to the year 2008
This Do You to make the year great
Just do what ever you think if you must,
Cause with you there can be no trust.
Faith and love is what you must learn,
It is something you must go out and earn.
Respect and understanding is how you must start,
To keep a love from completely falling apart.
If Joy and Happiness is what you seek ,
Then be strong and true it will be yours to keep.
Kindness and compassion is a good rule to follow,
It will bring brighter days for al your tomorrows .
Love as if it were the last day of your life,
Try caring with open arms and do not fight .
This life is precious if there is someone to love ,
Try to remember that it is a gift from above.
February 5, 2014
His words echo through the mouthpiece.
His voice squeaks like a tot,
but she knows he’s a robust young man.
Is she confused again?
What day is it? What time? What day again?
Bodies move in slow motion.
They did not used to be that way.
Things were different,
More beautiful, spun on the loom,
and quilted with indifference.
That’s why it’s better now,
Or is she peering into the future again?
She gets so confused.
Please don’t cry Mommy,
I’m in Heaven above.
I wanted you to know,
I look down at you with love.
Jesus needed another angel,
So I answered His call,
I want you to know I’m still in your hearts,
It’s like I never left at all.
When you hear a gentle laugh,
Or see a bright eyed smile,
You can remember,
You’ll see me in a while.
I touched the hearts of many,
I continue to touch them still,
When I was on earth,
I tried to do God’s will.
Now I’m up in Heaven,
But I’ll see you once again,
Hopefully this battle,
Is something you will win.