The function of a human hand?
Writing a message, making a bed,
Opening a jar, dialing a phone,
Putting on pantyhose,
Touching the face of a child,
Or a lover.
And in its absence?
Yawning space and phantom pain,
And an oddly-shaped bandage
At the end of Angie’s arm.
PFC Hernandez, home in El Paso,
Watches her family watching her,
Writing awkwardly with her left hand,
Brushing her black wavy hair,
Watching Dr. Phil
Wearing an old gray-green T-shirt
Bearing the faded words
“Proud to be a Marine.”
Gasping and choking,
She wakes from thick, dusty dreams
Of shimmering, endless sand,
Echoing hollow with hatred,
And the feared but half expected
Roar of fiery amber heat,
Breaking the angry stillness,
Searing through the night
And Angela’s right hand.
A Service Member's Prayer
Oh, God, I feel that I have cause
To know my life might give You pause,
But fair as You are sure to be,
I seek Your way on bended knee.
I wish neither to kill nor die,
Though from engagement I'll not shy.
For if my duty calls me there,
I'll do whatever I must dare.
I seek not courage for the fight.
I seek not comfort from the night.
I ask not pardon for my deeds,
Nor any salve for any needs.
I only ask to know what's right,
To do my best to check my might,
To render mercy where I should,
To know I serve the greater good.
Oh, God, if You will hear my plea,
I ask so very much of thee.
I fear not men, I fear not death,
Yet bow my head and still my breath
To ask You, please, to do Your best,
To keep me from eternal rest,
Until the hour my duty sends
Me home to family and friends.
And if You grant my humble prayer,
Oh, God, I ask You, keep from care
Those people whom I hold most dear.
I wish them not to shed a tear
In anguish over days now done,
Where my dawn was their setting sun.
For then, if You will grant my plea,
I'll soon be nearer them and Thee.
Copyright Shawn H. Hall 2014
O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils
The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty
Thee measures of barley spoil not the oil or wine
heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager
A bird in hand of human man, faith is in the bush
O little bird, swish the bush, faith is not a human wish
I will laugh at your calamities O harlot
I will turn a deaf ear to thy wails of anguish
As a queen thou has ruled unjustly
Ground the face of the poor of earnest contrite
Thy kings shall cast ashes upon their heads
And call for the mountains, “Come fall on us!”
I will loose the yoke of bondage, Love, sayeth Almighty
For it is just in my sight, I have waited for precious fruit
You have remained aloof of un-cloven hoof, relieved not poverty
Of the absolute you have not partaken, or cheweth the cud
Nor forsaken thine own way, Love commands pay...
...of the illusionary substance death of your own logical way
Who will weep for my noble prince? Who will cry
With belly swollen with sorrow, and tears long
As the Black River? Who will hear the clouds sigh
And turn black over red clay, and being strong
Not feel this agony no rain wash away?
Tell me, you angels, before the bamboos die
Before the swallows sing no more in the sky
Did you comfort him before he passed away?
Did you assure him the people shall remain
The sovereign of his God's vast and frugal domain?
O my little prince, my loyal, handsome prince
My native flesh and blood! Tell the Maroons come
Down the mountain drumming death now, let them rinse
Our agony with their songs, let fingers long dumb
Speak again on the skin of the goat. Call them
Like birds to flock against the gray evening mist
And tell his deeds writing days on love's long list:
He was their voice, their concrete Jerusalem
And O how he loved them, and O how he cared
And for nothing gave all, so no one despaired.
This is the man I weep, this is the friend I lost
This is the soul of pure compassion so still
Amidst the tributes and tears. Pain is love's cost
When the barren room no other soul shall fill
O that you knew this man, that you talked with him
Under tree or in the broiling sun, did he
Not touch you as one destined for a jubilee
Lifted on the people's love? Let stars be dim
Till I have no more tears to shed, he is dead
Donald B. Buchanan is dead! Day has fled!
Why death must you such a tyrant be? What plans
Have you not overthrown, mark the limit set
By you, pouring our life like the hour glass sands
Giving us for our flightless dreams dire regret.
How blindly you rail against the cross and Christ
And sow this kingdom with rot, and make us vain
Shall you be still proud when He comes again
Shall Danny and I not rise by His sacrifice
To drive again the long road and hear the sea
Roaring in our dreams, and know the mass is free?
Then shall the bamboos like God's orchestra sing
And the Santa Cruz Mountains burst in bright light
Where we shall play eternal children, and bring
Tributes of praise to the eternal king. Night
Has no beauty that shall outshine our glad days
Nor love no promise excellent as our joy
When these valleys rise and nothing can destroy
My faith made real, and friendship near forever stays
For death is done. Until then I miss you still
Bulwark and bastion of the people's will
today, I die.
Don't Cry, this is the way it is. Don't cry, it's ok.
I'm ready. it's so different, when you know you have to go. everything seems so...so pointless. All I ever stressed about, thought about, and cried about, gone. All I can think about is what lies ahead. In a moment I'll begin my journey into an eternal world. Where my past decisions guide me to my destination. What will heaven be like? Will I get to Heaven? A couple of minutes all I could think about was my mother. How dare she do what she did! A couple of minutes ago, all I could think about was how long before I moved away. How quick that has all changed. My anger brought my actions. and now I lay, I lay here...hopeless. Don't cry. I know I made my mark. And I'll always remain, in your hearts......I sat there in church, in front of a coffin, a man. Stitched lips and powdered face. I saw what death brought, and felt nothing. I sat, watching, staring, as some mourned. Not me. I sat there watching, gazing. Around me, someone was sad, not because of death, but because she lost her cell phone. In front of me lay death, and around me, no one cared. Will I matter. will people lose their cell phones at my funeral. Mother: I'm sorry. I know for 16 years you've done your best. Mother I'm sorry, I want you to know. I did notice all the things you did for me. You'd give yourself to not lose me. A working woman, a mother of three. I noticed. I love you mom, don't cry. dad. you weren't there much, most of my life. its ok. I know that if you could, you would. dad, don't cry. I hold no grudges. for all of you that I talked to, for mom, for dad, for my sisters, and for YOU, don't cry. i have to go now. God.. I'm ready. I'm sorry, I know I messed up...but I was good. Today...I die. it's ok. I'm ready. My whole body...It's warm, a sensation, a tingle, a swarm. now.. I die its ok don't cry, I’m ready.
When my eyes close for the last time
I hope to have touched so many in my
Life time on my journey of life
Those I meet and left behind
With my smile and loving heart
That never discriminated
And hated in justice felt from the heart
When love it was from deep with in
Protected with faith those loved
And held closes to my heart
Never hated but forgave those who
Try to keep me down and kill my faith
To those who shed a tear for me
I hope to wipe dry with my love not gone
For my loving heart lives on with in each
And every one who knew me as big as my height
I will be with you in heart and spirit
For you will keep alive every time you think of me
Remember the good memories
Relive them when you feel sad that I am gone
For I will be in a better place at rest
Waiting to reunite with each and every one
Much love always
You had the spirit of a stallion.
You could not be tamed until you were ready
and no matter how life may have tried you could not be broken.
You brought a piece of something that many did not possess to every life,
and when you opened your mouth unearthly words of wisdom were spoken.
You were strong and beautiful and had the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen.
The love that you held in your heart was like something out of dream,
It was love and confidence and support and stability you made me feel.
God blessed me by letting me be a part of you.
I am so happy that our lives crossed paths and you helped see me through.
Now you are in His memory, waiting to be raised.
When you live again, your mind will be clear.
The fog will be lifted.
There will be no haze.
You will run about and never die.
You will feel no pain or fear, never cry.
Your days will be filled with love, strong and true.
Your last words to me were I love you.
Here I wait, just trying to get through.
I will see you again, Grandma.
Into my arms, I will welcome you.
A Farewell To The Travelers (On The Bhoja Airlines Plane Crash)
With pace does darkness conquer light,
when mounts the sun the dying toll,
spied an aura grim my wistful sight,
for had poisoned all, a single bowl;
captive of death as it life betrayed,
the awakened --to the resting prayed,
"Oh! Farewell the mornings vanished pole".
Life comes with such a temporal mien,
has it plucked the wings of future how,
though pillows of respite --I had seen,
but these feathers do no sleep allow;
do fly swift! The binders of this cause,
your pause of age, is our ageless pause--
"So, farewell the birds of heavens now".
But, soul a machine that does not cease,
yet it fools us from our time of birth;
pass on, move towards the restful peace,
but, secluded stays its pensive worth;
Until the day, we shall meet again
at some wondrous unknown valley then.
"Ah! Farewell the travelers of this earth".
R.N.Khan, © 2012
My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless
I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge
I hold on to the little shred of hope in me,
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair,
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.
Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.
Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?
Drowned from my grief,
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.
Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine,
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust,
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.
"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth
I’ll stay for as long
as you’ll have me
At least as long
as you have need
Until the time comes
that you no longer need me
Then bid me farewell
E’en when I’ve gone
I’ll still be close by
In the flowers, in the wind…
In the Autumn leaves.
So if you should ever
Have need of me…Again
Open your window
And let in the breeze
All in one faded-black day
(but let None forget)
In my arms, her body lay
(my life was the price to pay)
A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame
(do they know pain)
My darkly colleen has to suffer no more
(Robert nor do you)
Let me die
(please hear my haunted cries)
If I can not see Sophie tonight
(live on with my grey)
I'm just a mess of despairing words
And broken nerves
Another mourning, afflicted sight
(through decay, love can remain)
Solace, sympathy are just more lies
She is all I need
Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy
My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away
My Angel, just let one feather stay
My Angel has flown away
My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away
My Angel, just let one feather stay
My Angel has flown away
(My body is amortal, die I may,
Together, our hearts will forever stay)
The periwinkle petals closed
As daylight turned to dark--
And nighttime fell like dampened silk,
To hush the meadowlark.
While the Talmud--and the holy words;
The violins, and song--
Fell silent in the midst of dark
Seeming out-of-place, or wrong.
And faith became a memory,
Like love's first gentle kiss--
The most dear of all possessions
Was the one most sorely missed.
For God had been the guiding light,
So the rituals, and wine--
But the Cantor was bereft of song...
T was the night of '39.
You flourished and blurred
like a spark on wind
Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind
in pursuit of light
You harvested through bushy meadows
taken by blight
In struggle with plight
had you lost your might
And gave out
although never you gave up.
Where are you?
For you must be still there.
For I still can feel you
somewhere in the air.
In the summer of 2007, God received an angel.
The Angels name was Katie.
Katie was sweet & Katie was good
But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie
Out of the hood.
She did all she could, she gave all she had
But never in her life treated anyone bad.
Jesus, I know that she’s good
I know that she is great
But sometimes I just hate,
Hate that she is gone
Hate that she is away
I think about her everyday.
Everyone & Everything is changing
Family is falling apart,
Oh why it’s breaking my heart.
Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns
God you got a gift
But sometimes I wish,
Wish you hadn’t took my Angel
Wish you would have let her stay a little longer.
God received an Angel.
The Angels name was Katie
I hope Katie is with me daily
Until I die & visit her in the sky
House is up wholesale, everyone thinking
“WHAT THE HELL”
Angels, Angels, Angels
Angels flying here, Angels flying there
Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere
You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways
I get up in the morning wondering when is my day
& who will be next to depart us.
My heart was broken when you took my Angel
Oh, why did you have to take her,
Her out of all people
She followed the rules and the laws
But I am wondering is that all.
The little girl we love and miss
We know you are happy in Angel bliss
The messages you give to your family down here
Are a comfort for us, to know you are near
Dancing on moonbeams and jumping on stars
That’s the little Angel we imagine you are
We believe what we see and see what we believe
But it’s only when we believe that we can really see
Our spirits love your spirit
Now and forever
I wake up in the morning
and the pain begins,
Starvation, beatings, disease
when will it ever end...
There is blood on my elbows
and blood on my knees,
my clothes are torn
I just want to be free...
I am what I am
I guess thats why I'm here,
I've been here three months
And I'm numb with fear...
I pray to God
and ask him why,
what did I do
to deserve to die...
Mist of Time
Do not spill my blood
Do not bury my last scream
In a grave.
I will walk softly
Across the screen leave no trace
Just a whisper… and
In years to come you will hear
An echo, recalling my name.
A Letter from God to Those Who Miss Linda Marie
She is a bouquet
She is a lilac tree
Her essence always has been and still is of Me
She is my most talented daughter and she is now here with me in my heavenlies
She paints the splendor of paradise
Conversing and taking long horseback rides
She even sings with my angelic hosts and beings
A special spark I placed in her at birth
It was like a most spectacular fire work
People from afar could always view her splendor
I know very well of her elegance because I am her Creator
Whenever you think of Linda Marie
Just remember that she is here with me basking in a warm heavenly glow
She would never want her friends to miss
The complete joy of being kissed by the elegance of my radiant rainbow
She is the extension of my creativity
Always filled with my “positivity”
I will cherish her forever as she waits for her friends and family to arrive
There are two things to remember as you await your time
To join Linda Marie and my eternal sunshine
Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind
And to your neighbors always be kind
These are the two greatest commandments that take the place of my old law
So just remember as you think of my daughter
Cherish the laughter and her silly fodder
She is sitting up here with her heavenly Father
Sipping on a spot of sparkly tea
Beauty is in flowers, and the petals
Bathing in the early morning dew
Beauty is in the eyes of a father
When his son takes the first step
Beauty is on the face of a baby,
Sleeping in mother’s lap
Beauty is in freedom,
When you fly high on the wings of hope
Beauty is in the expressions of a poor man
When he gets food after eternity
Beauty is in the pride of a teacher
When his student supersedes
Beauty is in the compassion of a devotee
When he finds solace
Beauty is in the innocence of a child
When he asks you questions
Beauty is in the sips of laughter,
You share with your friends
Beauty is in the springs of desire
that arrive after a prolonged autumn
Beauty is in the cry of a woman,
Whose womb succeeds
Beauty is in the silence,
When you don’t speak, and you say a lot
Beauty is in the warmth of passion
That builds around the arms of a lover
Beauty is when those small fights,
End with tears of joy
Beauty is when the first raindrop,
Kisses your cheek
Beauty is in perseverance,
When the world’s showing off
Beauty is in the enigma,
When everything’s certain
Beauty is in a poem,
Where poetry meets prose
Beauty is in little chunks of life,
Filled with joys and sorrows
Beauty is in your eyes,
your heart, and in every single breath
Beauty is when you say,
“What a Beauty-Full Life...”
When you walk outside into the open air
When you look around at all the beauty everywhere
Think of butterflies fluttering all around
Filling the atmosphere from the sky to the ground
When you feel the wind across your face
Remember my love is all over the place
When you see one lone butterfly fluttering by with such beauty and grace
Think of me and the last time you saw a smile on my face
Remember the joy we shared in our lifetime together
The bond we shared was the most precious treasure
You are blessed with memories of our years on earth
Just as God blessed me on the day of your birth
I have moved on to a glorious place
But daily I am still blessed with your loving face
When you see a butterfly, think of me
That is my spirit flying high and free
I watch over you my dear loved ones, each day and night
I am so proud of your choices to live your life right
My love for all of you will continue to flow
I miss throwing my arms around you more than you know
I am flying with Angels in the Heaven’s above
We watch over you always and send down our love
Look for the butterflies with colors so bright
For they host the spirits of loved ones now out of sight
You must keep your chin up and take care of yourself
But remember God sends His Angels to sometimes help
When you least expect it, at a time of great need
That’s when an Angel appears to do a good deed
Keep your eyes open and be prepared
Great blessings will be upon you when you’re least aware
Watch for the butterflies as they flutter around
They will soon appear in your life when they are less likely to be found
My heart is with you as I watch from afar
Angels walk with you wherever you are
Trust in my word and know that many blessings are upon you
For God has sent Angels who will help you through
Hold memories close and cherish those in your life with love
Trust in my word and in the Lord above
Copyright © 2003 Shari E Davis
Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*
Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad
Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad.
For so many years, we’ve felt their presence
In so many ways, we’ve felt complete,
But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat.
Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art,
Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are
Where we stand and to whom we belong,
We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night
Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light.
But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave,
You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet.
May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again
‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much
But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such
Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes
For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies,
Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights
That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed
The ways we reacted back in those days.
Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile
Now makes us realize how we never cared,
For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared,
The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud”
The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned.
Their tender touch, their forgiveness
Their blessings for us and their happiness,
We pray to feel it all again
Bring it all again,
To the eternal life, after this time.
I see you
I hear you
you must be
You still exist
I still miss you
I see you
I hear you
stay with me
I need thee
unit am I
without an ally
I need you
stay with me
I need thee.
Nana’s a safe harbour for a child,
a rattling baby taking water
at the christening font, and fluid
in the lungs. Little’s of consequence
for you, ceremony or theology, or
clan gathering. We pilfer your
routine deftly as rogue genes have
jellied your muscle. But held above
the waterline you’re safe now, if
perplexed to tears, the agony of taking
passage from death to life not quite
surpassing navigation of more hostile currents.
Daddy's Little Girl
Near twenty-seven years since he has passed,
Not a day goes by he does not enter my thoughts.
No presence of knowledge this time might be the last,
Our final words were an argument that I've since forgot.
Only a few short days after we disagreed,
My headstrong ways came honestly from dad.
I noticed one morning his right ear did bleed,
He said, "Don't worry sweetheart, it's nothing bad".
Myself I blamed for the longest time,
Re-assurance came from many others.
Was an old war wound that stole his mind,
Is what the doctors told us and our mother.
Seeking comfort in church for the feelings of guilt,
Always remembering that heated moment of shame.
The bond between us that took years to be built,
The stroke he suffered, I assumed all the blame.
Months passed by and more strokes to come,
Whispered words in his absent ears how sorry I was.
Did he hear me say "I'm sorry"..just maybe one?
I sadly doubt he heard my words of sorrowful love.
Before I knew it, the good Lord took him away,
When he was gone, my mind was in a whirl.
As I sit here and write and even to this very day,
I have faith he knows, I'm forever "daddy's little girl".
You gaudy stars do not get giddy when I grieve
Nor wrest through clouds to melt this darkness
That so befits what logics to your destiny weave
For all dreams, and all theories prove finiteness
Where death draws the line,
And purposes find terminus
And we a quick, withered gust
To its vexing carnal fate resign
While amoeba dares the boundary we cannot pass
And earthworms wallow above our graves in grass.
O Tanya, I would talk to God for you, and ask him
Why you had to be murgered in your youth, I may
But cannot tell which way your feelings, it is a dim
Realm without news, and you may there, rather stay
Where security bars do not fail
For murderers and murdered, keep
Alike the common pillow of sleep
And nothing changes where prevail
Death upon soul. But what rightt even then that you
Should one day keep company with murderers too?
It was the Sabbath, and all the angels that around us
Share the worship of our hearts, how did they Lot alone
Beheld in peril, did they not hear and join your chorus?
Since stars are only burning gas, and not jewelled stone
What other myth of man must fall
What other thing have I now to know
That misplaced faith may bring no woe
When sorrows chain the back to wall
Take them all, Lord, except the truth of your soon coming
No other hope is left when earth about us begins crumbling.
Tonight the light left the stars
Ashrouded in dark veils of sorrow
Neglecting callous clouds, and spars
Yearning against damocles tomorrow,
Agrieved my heart for a young life lost
Lady woman, I conjure her majesty
Orchid unseared by sun or frost
Winnowed and wilted by a tragic end
Earthly fragrance flood heaven again
Farewell, sweet teacher, hush to sleep
Anthems from your voice hold memory
Resplendant while yet bereft we weep
Evincing faith in the cold claws of misery
Well you made your example yesterday
Elusive mortality, how you discomfit us
Levelling us in our glory to common dust
Litany now, ye angels, bring Christ and his day.
I believe in angels
I saw one just today
She sat beside a mother
As they took her child away
She wrapped her wings around her
She listened while mom prayed
Through coffee cups and flowing tears
And yet the angel stayed
Nurses, doctors came and went
Daylight turned to eve
Mom sat alone or paced the halls
And yet the angel would not leave
Scrubs of green approached the doors
With paper shoes; mask hanging free
The angel stayed because she knew
The news was bad, you see
A little boy was draped in light
He joined the angel by her side
They held mom's hand as she was told
Her baby boy had died.
Stuck at the bottom
I'm caving in.
One thought of you not here
Puts me in a claustrophobic nightmare.
I can't wake up.
I may not see you again.
Reality isn't different from my sleep.
I'm still running aimlessly away to nowhere.
I'm so blinded.
Every second is hidden that I'm spinning in circles.
Makes me reckless, violent, purple dead.
Over and over something's wanting me to say
I was a creep for treating you that way.
Can you forgive me?
I promise I won't make you cry.
One more chance I'll be a loyal friend.
Walk to your door.
I'm closing in.
Standing on thin ice there's no turning back.
I'll say it straight out without fumbling.
For once in my life
I confess it was a mess.
Screwed up everything special we had planned.
But now I'm here alone.
Hope is my only invisible ally.
I raise my white flag to the skies.
Will you operate my wounded heart?
The stakes are high.
But I'm willing to continue where we left off
If you have room in your heart for rent.
So eloquent the beauty absorbed around you;
You uplifted me by your sweet aroma.
Oh, I'm very sorry to say,
That day in May caused a breath to pay.
You stole my heart away
And cured my parading heartache;
Only if I'd known what would have brought that day,
Then I'd have hidden and gone another time.
I felt plagued and wanted to die;
As a lover would take a shot for you, I'd dodge infinity for you.
Yet only a stranger we both were,
I'm here writing this letter swollen with a million tears of heavy cries.
Maybe it could have been fate that we unofficially met;
A destiny resulting in both loss and gain.
A second's glance is certain to be the catch,
Since here I stand alone in the rain.
A passive reflection of sorrow illuminates from the scar;
My heart begins to beat slowly in rhythm with my eyes.
The ticking of the clock abruptly stops;
"I know you're up there," I finally whisper
Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more
My Kashmir burns. And no one knows.
An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor’s child
She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries.
In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl’s come out dragging her feet.
I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked.
Oh! God she is the one who was raped.
Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight
Midnight soldier’s set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light.
Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl’s
But its curfew again. No post office deliver’s the message again.
Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother
For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs.
From the plains the visitors come to visit their God’s
They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart.
They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze
They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all
Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord!
When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace
In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood.
Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio.
Threads have given up at Dastegeer’s place. Even they are horrified at our fate.
In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams
In a police gypsy.
Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy.
The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day
Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son’s birthday.
The winds from the cantonments bring their news
Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads.
The knife tearing up their flesh.
And the boys cry, “We haven’t batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing”.
Death wants children to be headlines
Hunger has affected the heavens as well.
Graves are full. No more space left.
We need land of the plains. For our graves.
In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother’s with search full eyes
Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears
And he sips champagne.
I wish there was a stairway
to heaven I would go.
I could see you as my angel
with wings all of your own
I'd tell you that I love you
and miss you every day.
My days have felt so empty,
these months seem like a dream.
I wish that I could wake up
and find you here with me.
I miss your loving arms around me,
I miss your comforting words.
You left without any warning,
and we didn't say goodbye.
Some words were left unspoken,
and we both had so much more to say.
If only for one moment
or maybe just one day.
We'd share that cup of coffee
and talk about our day
I'd tell you that I loved you
from daddy's little girl.
My life has changed forever,
I know you know it's true.
I pray that you can see me
and hear my cries of pain.
Please say you'll look down on me
and watch over me as you did.
And know I'll never forget you
or the times that we had shared.
To some you were just Alan
or maybe just a friend.
To me you were my father
that no one can take away.
I pray that we are reunited
in the kingdom up above.
Your strength, your wisdom, your humor..
has made me who I am today.
When you hear the sound of echos near
You know it's the souls
crying in fear
out of respect they stay very still
because of the outcome of God's will.
I know your pain
Although I don't know what's happening,
I can still feel the vain.
Seems like the beginning is the ending
One moment there's bliss
It feels much like a wet kiss.
But out of nowhere you see a mirror,
"It felt so real," as you stand there alone.
You try to make sense of it all;
Yet everything begins to fall.
"AHHHH!" you scream to the top of your lungs.
Your blue eyes are running waterfalls.
It hurts me to see a single tear,
You're not the only one to hide in the room.
Swallow your tears, don't let it drop,
A splash will only cause more bitter props.
But like I say,
Tomorrow will always bring another day.
So Faith, throw away your thorns,
anticipating a happy God-given next day.
For all the Sphynx and Pyramids of their days
These that towered beyond Babel before me
Straightening the old gordian knot of our maze
Have too been swallowed by the unseen eternity
For all our might like sand dunes have stood
Satrapy of indelible caprice and wind
With force of sword we make our wisdom good
But know not the ends, since we fresh begin
To die the first hour of our birth and dream
We passed over the earth a frolicking stream.
How then this pain despite the old expectation
This fear of time that grips in a conveyor's belt
Hurrying my thoughts to conclusion, and extinction
To all the scaffolds of my certainty? I have felt
Before this same emptiness of meaning
This useless spawning and yearn for more
Light somewhere too at base is crumbling
Matter is vanity, vanity is matter, nothing more
So I'll take my farewell now of them and of dream
While clinging to the game, a pawn in the scheme
Go ole farmers, go on, where men go and none return
I'll save my heart for invisible things of faith
It's all the same to the glowing worm, the fires still burn
However pale the distant echo from the gate
I declined from academia marbled halls
Still leave a whitened bone behind the flow
Not every river into mighty cataracts falls
And some from rain, and some from snow
Yet every rill had sparkled sometime, and every mist
Unbound us from the mass and haste that so insist.
Watching the clouds travel by,
fast moving, each one a soul
I name. There's work to be done
up there, sweeping the sky clear
of sorrow, leaving unblemished
blue to lighten the load we carry.
They have been unburdened
from theirs, still care for the
absolution of the earthly.
THIS IS NOT SOMETHING LIGHT
FOR I WEEP AS I WRITE
THESE WORDS QUESTIONING OUR DESTNIES
WHICH ARE PERHAPS HEADING FOR CALAMITIES-
WHAT ABOUT THE WIND?
WHAT OF THE RAIN?
WHAT ABOUT THE EARTH,
WHICH SEEMS TO BE MEETING ITS DEATH?
WHAT ABOUT OUR HAPPINESS?
WHAT ABOUT THE LAUGHTER?
WILL IT CEASE FROM EXISTENCE?
WHAT ABOUT THE ALLIANCE WITH GOD?
WHAT ABOUT WHISTLING BIRDS?
WHAT ABOUT GUSHING WINDS?
WHAT ABOUT DANCING GIRLS?
WHAT ABOUT SUNRISE?
WHAT ABOUT PLAYING CHILDREN?
WHAT ABOUT GENTLE PARADISE,
SET FOR US BY OUR GOD?
WHAT OF TOMORROW's HUMANITY?
THE EARTH STANDS CULPABLE
IN THE EYES OF THE CHRIST WHO MAY WEEP
AS HE PRESIDES ON THE LAST DAY.
WILL YOU LIKE THAT?
Before the end of this day
There are a few things I have to say
About a beautiful person laid here
This woman, to me, so dear.
You were so much to me
Always there, no matter when
A mother when mine was gone
Grandmother to my children.
Always a smile on your face
Laughter filled your home
You fed me when I was hungry
Your door always open to me.
I'll miss sitting at the table
Talking, sharing and learning
I feel a void in my heart now
But feel strength knowing where you are.
You are home with God now
And I praise His mercy he has for you
This earth has lost a special soul
I will always love you.
Thank you for all you have done
Thank you for showing me love
Thank you for caring for me
I'll never forget you.
Tears can not stop falling
I wish I could of have been there
But you are safe now
And I feel your spirit comforting me.
So many people loved you
So many people knew you
So many people will miss you
I'll always love you.
You and I,
together have learn t
the meaning of love;
together painted our world
with the colors of love.
Colors of everlasting memories..
Sailed the seven seas
as I am your strength
and you are mine..
Soared the skies
exceeding all boundaries,
as I am the wind beneath your wings.
As we always did,
leaving my footsteps right beside yours,
let us walk the sandy shores,
while the gentle waves kiss our feet.
You may wonder
why you no longer see
my footsteps appear beside yours..
I assure you my love,
it is not that I have left you alone
in this journey.
It is because, now your heart
is my only abode
and I keep every step
with every step of yours.
But as you look back
you will see my footsteps
I left behind
before my soul bid goodbye
to my life..
Do not fear to walk the shores
as you are not alone.
I am the strength
living inside you
guiding you in every step you take;
leading you to our destination.
You may not see me beside you,
but it is still you and I together
who are treading this journey.
I had to leave my life
as I had no choice,
But, not even the greatest existing force
could make me leave you,
as I am alive in your heart
in the form of my love;
my love which will never die away
even after my death..
Listen to your every heart beat,
as it speaks the words of my love.
Never fill your eyes with tears,
it will blur my vision
as I see the world through your eyes.
Never try to escape the world of color,
as it is our world you and I
together painted with the colors of love.
Never stop dreaming
of the dreams we dream t together.
Because it is through you
that that I shall someday
see them realized.
Since your love is strong enough,
keep your heart beating for me,
as it is the only reason
I am immortal for you.
By the veil of night
when the world is at sleep,
look into the starry heavens
and you will see two solitary stars..
They are my eyes,
watching you from above,
always taking care of you.
There maybe nights
unvisited by the moon
but my eyes,
in the form of those two stars
will always be there for you.
That is the only moment
you will see me in any form.
But every other time
you will feel me,
as I am alive in every beat of your heart..
- Kushalee Jayawickreme -
Feeling is believing,
the heart has felt the pain,
love lost, now gone
forever, to be never
Our mommy and
our daddy, gone from
our sight but not our hearts,
we will forever love them
and never be apart.
Many will ask the question why?
Many will weep for you have gone.
Many will try to hide the sorrow in side.
Many will share their thoughts and memories of you.
Many will come to see you one last time.
Trying to decipher why some one such as you must leave so soon.
So in our time of sorrow and grief let us cling to our faith.
For it is our faith in God that will carry us forward.
Also let us find joy in the knowledge that you now rest in haven.
So frigid was her immaculate body
Her last second in screams is all
I can see Love's revenge was my guilt
With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands
Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream
Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem
Did anyone ask
Did anyone recall
The sweet taste of the poison
The swift slash of the knife
he penetration of the lead
The pain of her decaying heart
I can hear it's bellowing cries
But why can't you, Marie,
Hear my paranoid eulogies
Is the coffin too deep?
Was it so hard to solve
Was it so hard to see
That I strangled her so easily
My nails piercing her comely skin
Blood dripping like the pomegranate
I crushed with the shovel
I shattered her shins
The knife to slight her wrists
Didn't you see I did it all
The only witness
Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep?
The pain of her decaying hear
tI can hear it's bellowing cries
But why can't you, Marie,
Hear my paranoid eulogies
Is the coffin too deep?
Marie I cant stay
Earth is to cruel when
your coffin is to deep
Forever in death and in death alone
The pain of her decaying heart
I can hear it's bellowing cries
But why can't you, Marie,
Hear my paranoid eulogies
Is the coffin too deep?
Living without you, feeling such pain,
yet knowing that life must go on;
I function in limbo, my eyes filled with tears,
my heart filled with sorrow and rage.
Why did this happen? Can't someone say?
Why were you taken from my life today?
Your memory will always be with me,
the love I feel for you won't fade;
I talk to you daily as if you're still here,
My mind knowing, not admitting you're gone.
Time goes on, through pain and fear,
Hate growing with each tick of the clock;
War, assassins, terrorism, even death,
Nothing halts the passage of time.
WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, the Gulf,
To name a few of the 20th-century wars.
Kennedy, King, Kennedy, Lennon--great men cut down
In a short space of time by assassins' bullets,
Others barely escaping with their lives.
The World Trade Center, Oklahoma City,
Too many terroristic attacks in foreign countries to count.
Mengele, Manson, Dahmer, Menendez;
Only some of the horrific killers of our time.
Colorado, Mississippi, Oregon, Tennessee,
So many children killing children in our schools,
The list of deaths endless, the reasons obscure.
Yet, through it all, time goes on.
Pausing for nothing, stopping for no one,
Time goes on.
The day after the first morning
alone in a flat
I looked out and saw a butterfly
with rainbow dust on its wings;
I let it in and it circled around
till we both were inside
a kaleidoscope and first night alone
when I could hear you breathing beside me
and could feel the warmth of your
thigh against mine, and I knew it was a dream;
was easier to bear.
Brutal and scourged bodies in fear,
This road; walked miles in silence,
Poor masses voices out in pain,
For a tyrant who never learns from the past.
His holiness on a second arrival,
On an errand to a stone heart,
Watered by a word, to the old wicked pharaoh,
What a re-occurrence?
How long can a strong heart lead you tyrant?
What direction would that be?
A mighty dictator eliminated by an apple.
What an Eve that led a dictator to destruction?
A dictator on his death,
Lowed below the open mud,
Empty casket with all rites observed.
As those anthems came recurring,
Guns in the air to bid farewell to a dictator.
Our halcyon days will be restored,
Jubilation, celebration greets the exit of the ‘dark guggleman’.
under the cloud
when the rain and their smoke living
chance love surronderity behind
any life... any stories to take hiring
at the grand canyon
summer night with star light
our desperated beginning
only life will be appart
by sort time
or only long term window of world
in the night not a game
i suppose take care the other blood
thank's to be god
thank's to be our land
always warning by they are claws
give the winning without reasons
because a scare off to you
because the air is gone
we need the land to be life
together with emerald and you.....
the reason to maked a life
Each child is so precious,
A treasure more than gold –
Each child is here to cherish,
To guide, to love, to hold.
A simple gaze into their eyes,
And we see what we could have been -
And they look at us to find a glimpse
Of what life has in store for them.
Although we may never comprehend
Why God calls them home to Him,
For we would never, ever be ready
To let them go, we would rather go instead.
Since we cannot journey with them,
Their memories are our saving grace,
We will hold on to them forever,
As they become are our “Healing Place”.
So celebrate each and every moment,
With each and every precious child,
And capture them in your memory,
May their strength forever be your Guide.
Bed ridden now she lays somber in my sight.
I say it is alright, mother everything is right,
Opening eyes in discomforting pain, this night,
Remembering her goals, her immortal fight,
I know deeply she was passionately contrite.
My mother will be missed, before daylight.
Her pain, agony dispelled, by Heavens might.
Did I hear them cry
For a bossom
Never tender to come.
In the cold dry wind
Against deaf hears
Like dead men alive
The vulture keeps awake
For what was never there.
The lost conscience and patience
Though no one cares to hear
Mother Nature is all ears
She keeps alive
And waits patiently
For greedy heartless vultures
To sleep and wake no more.
Life is,but short.
God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me ! Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani by T. Wignesan
Opening the eyes requires such an immense effort
As if the entire sky were their eyelids
And the forehead how to hold it up raise the earth
To stare wide-eyed the space between the sticky eyebrows
In order to be able to see
All of a sudden the neatness of the slashes
Of black and white during the afternoon’s storm
A world of sharp detached angles
The exact banality of the tiniest things
All for nothing
So therefore it’s really for nothing he was going to die
On this stump of a cross his ankles frozen
By your atrocious coming and going to the beat of the
Inundating the cramped sinister woods
O ! the Crowd !
If the gallows were the Tree in the Garden
Indeed it has changed since Adam enjoyed its shade
So vast and dark in waves of palms towering high
The taste of these nocturnal waters rendered them insipid
Adam concentrated on the fruit and in the fruit the night
His eye was the ultimate star the most solitary
Someone wanted to destroy himself screaming into it
The hand already held the fruit. Of a sudden the anguish
Now the Tree is extirpated from all space
Its sap is concentrated in one monstruous fruit
This body where God is shrivelled up this Face
Of the Person in the désert of an over-populated world
This is the Man
God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me !
The Christ as pulp bruised empties itself in the depths of
The entire spirit is drawn upwards by the cry
But the taciturn echo awaits that it enters into him
This Yes that Adam has refused him in the Garden
Adam Christ uttered it out loud to sum up his tortures
Necessary that the act of abandonment be out of
And the cross the supreme echo of divine Names.
(La nouvelle naissance, O. C. t. I, p. 1088)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
In the Battlefield
Im in the middle of the battlefield trying to keep my nerve, dodging the bullets with every swerve. I clench the cross around my neck i send up a prayer before i hit the deck. They just keep coming wave after wave, my life is with God my soul to save. The battle rages every night, I cover my ears to drown out the fight; I see all the bodies what a horrible a sight! My brothers and sisters there they lie dead, i can't bear the the thought of the blood that's been shed. We fight every day for you to be free, I want you to know this i want you to see.
To the veterans of war and those currently in one, thank you very much for your service to this country, and to those who didn't make it home, you did not die for nothing you will aways be remembered.
There are many of our friends and families who are no longer with us this day
So in the name of Jesus for them we will pray
We reach towards the hands of God, the Lord and master of our lives
We worship Him and praise Him in His son's name, The Lord Jesus Christ
We look up to His face, we look up to His eyes
We honor HIm today, we glorify Him who lives up high
How excellent Is your name oh Lord down here on earth
We magnify your presence, we place you first
We stand before you today oh Lord In the Need of Prayer
We come to you oh Lord as adopted sons and daughters
Exalting your name like all good children ought of
An whenever the seasons of life happen to intercede
We come to you Father God with our hands stretched out in need
We trust in you completely and thank you for all that you have done
Our hands in supplications because of the sacrifice of your son
Forgive us for our guilty feelings, our doubts and all of our fears
Remove the iniquity form our hearts, a burden we no longer wish to bear
We stand before you once again oh Lord In the Need of Prayer
Let your son's blood cover us and give us the breath of life
In the name of Jesus, the Kingdom that is Christ
Who died for our wholeness, who died for our sins
We thank you for the salvation and to be back in your good graces once again
By the covenant of the blood that was shed on Mount Calvary
On the crown and on the cross for all humanity to see
We stand before you this day oh Lord in the Need of Prayer
My tired body neath the soil
weep no more I no longer toil.
Remember me for I`m still with you
Don`t weep I`ve got a body that`s new.
Mom I see your tears don`t cry.
and Jennie someday you know why.
I`m planting flowers in heaven you see
the many colors to see.
Don`t be unhappy or sad
just remember the happy times we had.
I was tired I needed a rest
Heaven`s a beautiful place the best.
God knows you miss me so
look in the sky I`m sending you a rainbow.
The colors of the flowers I planted you see
I send the colors with love for you from me.
Ride the night with easy
watch the maker stand so pleased
Remember the final turn home in a faithful surprise
Yet in these in these places through this times u have climbed the crying sky
I have seen your broken chian
we both understand it is hard too deal with the pain
While I was away i had long forgoten of are acquittance
I take no hesitation in our mend for freedom
Only an uncule raven can lead u
Oh heartbroken eagle u have found me after all this years
I'll look in u for my heartless uncyed tears
I am living too share this perfect love u have given me
Soon I know they will see
how a heartbroken eagle can strive in the stuggle
and still remark in surpise in old freind
Boldly we will seek are end
I long for the return home
I am alone
Cold in lonely I spend my time
In the shape I'm in u have shared an eye for eye
I walk around driffting away and sinking through the barre al
I am wounded sharply inside bye out spoken words with no sence
They blindly see the well spoken words of tendence
I long for another moment of glory scared in true
u have now given me a reason too believein u
I think u for the wisdom we have sared and the promises we have too set are pa
Don’t cry my very own little ones
I assure you I’ll be alright
For tonight I’m gone to visit Jesus
For Upon you I shall shine a light
Maybe within the big bright sun
Or maybe the twinkling of a star
But may you find the comfort in light
Of knowing from you I’m never far.
I’m on the glistening green grass
Within the bright morning dew
I’m in the warm breeze a blowing
Blowing my kisses right to you.
I’m in the soft gentle rain
That falls upon your face
I’m in those pure white blankets of snow
Holding you in my embrace.
I’m in the moon that shines so bright
On your darkest nights
I’m always in that great big blue sky
To show you your guiding light.
So never feel you are all alone
Or you never have a friend
Because I’ll always be right beside you
From now and all throughout the end.
I’m everywhere you go
And in everything you do
I’m in your heart and in your soul
For my love will always follows you.
The little girl watched with boundless tears
As her angel slowly faded away
“Merry Christmas Momma,” the little girl said
“I’ll see you on Christmas day.”
Come with me to where i go., through the fields of wild flowers.
Come with me over the hill through the forest to the stream.
Come with me to fly with the birds.
Come with me to watch the horses run free.
Come with me to swim in the creek, hold my hand lets go come with me and
we'll take a stroll.
Come with me to see the fish swim.
Come with me to lay in the grass to watch the clouds pass by and see the light
pass on into night, where we lay and count the stars.
Come with me to see the angels asleep on there beds made of clouds.
Come with me and play a game of hide and seek, sshh open your eyes,
Come with me lets see heaven.
Where are we today?
What will we find?
Something of a kind
A lonely world....
We cannot turn
We must find...
Something of a kind
A million small kind acts....
Blossomed like flowers
They did not go unnoticed....
They filled meadows....
With colour, depth and power
A million small people....
Became something of a kind
For you ....
A likeness of mind
Be something of a kind....
What you can do
For, close by
Most of all, for you
Pay no mind...
To those who ask why
They are a kind of something....
In a lonely world
They cannot blossom
They do nothing...
Nothing at all,
to help those, who fall
Be something of a kind
What you can be...
A likeness of mind
Where are we today?
Tomorrow, we will find
This was the escape I had dreamed of
The realm of uncertainty
The unknown passages of time.
It was the roar of the wind
Against my naked soul
The brilliance of colour
That blinded me
The deafening noise of the world left behind
That echoed in my ear.
Lingering wails of despair
Reaching for me
Pulling me back,
To forsake my destiny.
But the warmth of the Light
Beckoned me onward
And I stood at the Door of Eternity
And I knew that I was Home at last.
Though you may be sad loosing a loved one..
You weren't there When God lost his only son..
You may think you have many a debtor...
You weren't there when Jesus was betrayed with thirty pieces of silver...
Though you may be weary and laden with despair..
You didn't witness when they tormented him and didn't care...
Although you may be in agony and immense pain..
You weren't there when the Lamb was fatally slain.
You may think that you cannot carry on and life is grim..
You weren't there when they mocked and spit on him..
Although you may have too many worries at hand..
Look down, you weren't there when they put nails in CHRIST'S bleeding hands.
Although you think you have been badly scorned...
You weren't there when they forced on his head, a crown of thorns..
Though you may feel that everything in your life is going wayside.
You weren't there to feel the sword that pierced HIS bleeding side.
Though you may think that you really don't want to live.
Christ loved us enough to die on the cross, and he will forgive.
no longer do the hours keep; the minutes pass me by. it's as if when you left all
of time time conceded to fly. your name i hear screaming come from my voice.
my prayer; please god no! was my only choice. you passed as softly as a setting
sun, and in the end, baby girl, immortality you have one. so it is with deep regrets
we will remember you here and yet with hints of happiness knowing one day we
will be there. heaven was your home from the start you see; so sit apon your
father's knee and sing praises all day long; for in our hearts we will forever play
Would I ever have him?
She weighed with a heavy sigh
Underneath that shadowy brim
Is a pair of benevolent eyes
Eyes full with memories of
A past that remains unspoken
If I were ever to lose his love
My heart would surely be broken
I care not what he did ago
Murder was not his intent
His friends were wasted by evil foes
He was collecting overdue rent
Her auburn eyes blazed with a passion
At the love burning in her heart
She pictured him so dashing
Passionate, generous and smart
His devotion burns for me
Like an eternal flame so true
I must hurry now to thee
Before the moment gone I rue
She brushed out her raven hair
Adjusted her prairie skirt
Breathlessly whispered a silent prayer
And left barefoot in the dirt
Her heart pounded like a drum
At the outcome she was fearing
She told the parson, 'The time has come'
As her eyes were slowly tearing
The parson understood her condition
And proceeded without delay
He respected her volition
To wed her courageous hero today
As they approached his campsite
There was a hush that chilled them both
No kindling lighting up the night
Just a body white as a ghost
Although our hero could barely speak
His vows to her he gallantly uttered
Soon his pulse started to grow weak
And he turned to her and muttered
"My Darling whose beauty enraptures
and Devotion is without fail
The angels have arranged my capture
My ship is ready to sail"
Those auburn eyes shone with a radiant glow
As she took his face in her hands
"I'll love you forever; your legacy I will crow
There will never be another man"
"Although this battle you have not won
In vain you will not die
You've left me with an unborn son
Your sins God will sanctify"
He smiled as his last breath crept
And her bosom he nestled in peace
With dignity, in death he slept
His legacy will never cease
I wouldn't miss you, I'd never think about you or wish you were apart of me.
You held my hand since I was born, you've led me left and led me right
and make me so miserable. If I could walk right out of you, I'd leave you far behind...
You take all that I hold dear, you make me prideful and arrogant so that I think I know
The dearest earthly treasures seem fitful for my lust and for this;
If I could walk right out of you, I'd leave you far behind...
O' sinful life I'm done with you, disgusted I ever knew you and ashamed I called you friend.
If I could walk right out of you, I'd leave you far behind...
You used to have a hold on me, you made me do things I wouldn't do
and things I would, I didn't. Though you call upon me still, I shall not go, for you
cannot lead me too far from GOD and yet you try; If I could walk right out of you, I'd
leave you far behind...
Grace has made me whole, delivered me from self and sin and fills my every need and
desire. patience He gives to me and willingness to be all He's deemed I'd ever be.
I am His vessel of mercy and this I do know, If I could walk right out of you, I'd leave
you far behind.
O' sinful life I'm through with you, disgusted I ever knew you and ashamed I called you
friend. One day, O Precious day, I'm gonna walk right out of you and leave you far behind.
(c) Nov. 21, 2007 Rosemarie Schrock
You gave me new life when I was broken
You breathed Your life into my fragile soul
You are more than I have ever realized that I ever wanted
You have made me complete in a world of half life
You have made me dream and helped me to understand them
You brushed Your tender fingers against my skin to let me know I am loved
You hear my tears fall in the night when the world is at rest
You bring me peace when the chaos is swirling inside me
You speak my name to say that I am heard
You make me see beauty in nature out of the ugliness of life
You let me know that you are with me when I am lonely
You comfort my mind when I am beyond consolation
You reach for my heart and envelope me in gentle hands
You are my maker, my friend, my savior, my fire
Needles in my veins,
Bullets through my skull,
Whisky in my blood,
Tears amongst my eyes,
Scars black-out my wrists,
Murder floats through my mind,
What’s more to miss, love hope, misery, or just a simple kiss ,
Love has found the key out of heart, and there’s no entrance left ajar,
Why couldn’t you conceive that I would have given up all I own and love to just be
a sliver of your heart,
Did you ever notice what I hade to go through to try to get close to you,
I hope you don’t forget my pain, because that chance has been banished from
the depths of my dreams,
You’ve lost my kiss, my sympathy, and love for such a darling flower as your self,
At last I bid you good-by my lost love and hope you too don’t fight yourself, cut
yourself, and drink away your misery, just forget and don’t think of me for all it’s
worth I’m just dust and fading fog.
Many people will leave great impressions on your life
Though you may be oblivious until it’s too late
And when after so long you finally conceive
Fate may have already taken it’s place
Never before did I consider his teachings
Never realized how much his words inspired me
Until the day he took his life
And set his longing soul free
He was a minister who could be matched by no other
But in life he felt he would never succeed
Now he’s looking down from heaven
Realizing that in fact his standards he exceeded
Though he is no longer my minister here on Earth
And teachings from him I’ll receive no more
No longer will I take his morals for granted
But use them to prepare for what life has in store
Somehow I know when you're here.
Goosebumps, and cold chills
Alert me that you're near,
I suppose many would be struck with fear,
But knowing you still exist, brings but a joyous tear
Five years gone, I think of you,
Each minute of every day.
I remember things we did together,
I remember what you had to say
Life is seperated by a curtain of fate
Those times you were alive,
And now the time you ain't
I touch your things, I don't know why,
It's as if I'm hoping to try
To feel the essence of you,
And be among the few,
To reestablish our broken connection
With a soulful of belief injection.
I miss you
I miss you,
I will wait patiently,
Until you again I see.
The arrow I see every day
Pointing me along my way
As I walk and sing and pray
North to fire’s Ice temptation
For as I think of little good
Wondering if I could, I should
Thinking still of little nice
Taking chances with weighted dice
Moving forward once, yet backwards twice
Towards ill made joy and elation
Immature in action, voice, and pencil
Run on logs and so much kindle
As innocent leaves pay ultimate price
Just fly to fall and end the play
Amidst the concentration
The truth is lost in tickle
But somehow left ok
As minerals of Ice decay
In truthful concentration
Regretfully, this is a true story;
Saturday- time for band rehearsal,
It's work we normally love to do,
But today was very different,
As I shall now tell you...
My sax player, Skip, always
picks me up in early morn,
For our two hour trip,
to Brooklyn, where we rehearse
in a studio, as is our norm...
He mentioned on the drive in,
He had something to tell us,
My curiosity was peaked,
But he said he'd tell us later,
so wait was what we must,
He played his sax today,
with passion as I'd never heard before,
It was quite impressive,
but what did he have in store?
At last, he finally told us,
and it broke each of our hearts,
His mother he had buried
the day before,
And from this world she now departs..
But, how this came to be,
Was truely shocking to me,
For she hung herself in despair
Over things of little care...
His sister found he so,
I can't imagine what a
Being Jewish, she was buried
And I hardly could comprehend
how long that hurt would last,
At my suggestion, we played
a song, she had taught him long ago,
The same song my father taught me,
and one we played sweet and low,
"Saint James Infirmary" is the title,
And death is the portrait it paints,
I only trust in God, she now resides
with the Saints.