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A Vision

I see her pale white flowing gown,
her imagery, her frown,
her silver thinning hair,
her paper like wrinkled skin.

Feeling quite frightful,
but no overtaking fear,
of this vision floating through the air,
and not going in to despair.

Trying to awaken my consciousness,
for I must be comatosed,
surely I am not in the living world,
my head must be in the cloud's.

I wake up in a sweat,
not knowing what has just happened,
it all seems so surreal,
do I stand in judgement or appeal.

Piecing together my thought processes,
was it a dream or a reality,
wishing, thinking of my grandmother looking ocer me,
sending me a sense of peace and calm.

I will stay with that thought,
that beautiful vision,
of my grandmothers mission,
to deliver peace and harmony to a muddled head.


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God Received An Angel

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.


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For You, Tata Madiba - Nelson Mandela

FOR  YOU, TATA  MADIBA
                 Nelson Mandela

The beauty of your being holds me close,
Embraced in the silence of tearful joy.
The wonder of Life manifest on earth
Echoes in the memory of the path you trod
In the name of humanity’s deepest desire.
The desire for freedom –
Freedom of the soul to express itself
According to the gifts bestowed by the heavens
At the very core of creation.
The heart of the universe pulses with the rhythm
Of your courage, humility and Love,
Compassion born of surrender to the forces of change,
The very fire formed on the anvil of hope
When eyes of Light turn to the skies
Where the lost years of one life
Become the catalyst for a cup of gold
Flowing with richness down the centuries.


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On The Road To Heaven { Mom's Elegy }

<                    We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life
                      Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord
                      Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too
                      Let us bow our heads and pray 
                      In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit  {Amen }

                      At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest
                      Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room
                      For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets
                      And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods
                      She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls

                      For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms
                      Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you
                      For she has earned her wings of golden tone
                      And  now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother
                      In God's jubliee Kingdom  Let us pray {Amen]


Entry For
Dr. Ram's
Elegy Contest
G.L. All



In Loving Memory Of Mom
{1934 - 2005 }


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At the darkest time

At the darkest time On the darkest day, You took my hand, You took me to play. I thought it strange, I thought it wise That there in the wood The secret lies. But then I saw it The flicker of light, The sound of birds As they took to their flight. The ray of sunshine Filled your eyes, Around us filled With silent lies. My smile was met From cheek to cheek, Your hand around mine As your eyes grew weak. I see your face Amongst the light, The day that soon Transformed to night. I’m alone now And alone I’ll stay Till the moon flips over And the sky turns grey. But the hand that took, Took me to play, Is there by my heart And there it will stay.


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What a Beauty-Full Life

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...”


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For You, Tata Madiba - Nelson Mandela

FOR  YOU, TATA  MADIBA
                 Nelson Mandela


The beauty of your being holds me close,

Embraced in the silence of tearful joy.

The wonder of Life manifest on earth

Echoes in the memory of the path you trod

In the name of humanity’s deepest desire.

The desire for freedom –

Freedom of the soul to express itself

According to the gifts bestowed by the heavens

At the very core of creation.

The heart of the universe pulses with the rhythm

Of your courage, humility and Love,

Compassion born of surrender to the forces of change,

The very fire formed on the anvil of hope

When eyes of Light turn to the skies

Where the lost years of one life

Become the catalyst for a cup of gold

Flowing with richness down the centuries.




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Tears of the Broken

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.


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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Baton

Baton Within Baton is a scroll The teachings of a life. The scribe of history The makings of who you are today. Bestowing elegance, discovery and comfort. Air between the reeds brings a Mother’s peace. A smile, a soft gesture, conveys a Father’s direction. Coalescing fibers link a Crest. Stand tall. Accept the honor of Lineage. Begin your history. Begin your scroll. A well orchestrated pass Hand to Hand Baton has been delivered.


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A comrade like Ben

                                 A Comrade like Ben

A statesman like Mandela diplomatically
suspended the necessary struggle of opposites,
gummed his fragmented land together with reconciliation….
exploiters to exploited , murderers to martyrs
imperialist to invisibled indigenes  
lives in Sandton and councils Bill Clinton
and Naomi Campbell on plush carpets

a sinewy activist, hard as nails, like yourself…
Ben Palmer Louw, always
cajoling
conspiring 
criticizing
organising
uprising
forever
beautiful in your pregnant concern
that freedom , dignity and justice
is tangible and beautiful as black skin, kinky hair
is real when a continent’s wealth is fairly shared
is manifested when the state collapses in selfless deeds

old man Nelson turned ninety and is now a teddy
to those who feared the terrorist at forty.
He no longer speak for himself but for his party 
and the party is a self-serving affair.

Pity your death at thirty-something
when Nelson started talking to his racist oppressors.

For ten years you and your young militant army
punctured holes in the racist ideology, 
marched flames and thunder through townships,
died in your thousands, 
stopping with blood and bones
bullets casted for centuries by the fascist
in black holes of greed and fear.  


“A shame … but subversion is to blame ”
`` the defenders of law and order loudly exclaimed 
“Not good for business”…the moneybags conceded
“ if Soweto bleeds , profit –rates  receeds . ”
“Give black chiefs and compradors the garrotte 
 and stick the small change of capital under their nose  .
 They will throttle the radical noises at the root ”.  

Wounded deeply, your rapid-firing baritone voice
still thundered on battle-fields and in halls,
urging us to destroy mental and wage slavery.
I saw you fight for freedom 
the whole scorching way,
every hour of that long bloody apartheid day…
but one night
you leaped ,
proud black brother of mine,
right into the sky…
fist raised high as heaven with a two-hour smile
whispering re-assuringly “Don’t ever give up, gents…
the harder they come , the harder they fall. 
See… brothers and sisters…revolution is!

In memory and respect to Ben Palmer Louw (1950-1987)a student leader of 1976 soweto insurrection 			





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Reflections

At night I see your smiling face,
As if the chains of our love were unbroken.
Your look of utter devotion pervades my sensibilities.
I know it's true for many have said,
That you died loving me alone.
Yet you never fought hard enough to let us know.
I guess that secret has gone with you forever.

I cry frequently when I reflect on those irretrievable moments.
At times I feel imprisoned in a bubble that no one can penetrate
Memories however can never be erased.
I have constant flashbacks to those days so many years ago.
I see you in my mind's eye,
You enthralled at the sight of your firstborn.
And your words "that's my precious"
Seem to reverberate in my brain.
Are you now watching over me?
After all, we were once man and wife.


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My Kashmir Burns (Part 2)

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.


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Ole Farmers Journey On (For Leighton Salmon)

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. 


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Drops of May Weather Storms

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.


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An Elegy For Bravery: For the Victims of Virginia Tech

This country defined bravery for the modern world.
Standing tall in the gales of monarchy,
Locking arms against the assaults of autocracy,
Running headfirst, headstrong into battles
For the name of democracy, the right for each man
To speak, believe, live his ways.
But again, we must invent bravery.

Oh, how years can change definitions
Standing in planes to bring them down,
Locking arms to leap from buildings,
Running without thought from a 
Free man’s bullets.

Bravery is necessary for life.
So is courage and selfishness.
In times only we have experienced 
We must have the courage to be brave,
And selfishness to demand it from others.


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Poem Written at the Sussex Hotel, London,04/04/04 After Death Threats

Because I have so little time, I only hope, for what is mine-- in my blood so dark and hot is a bright and fevered spot-- O let me be, to sing again without the penalty of pain, lest I, before my time, be torn from life, and to the grave be borne-- my nostrils full of soil, my ears stopp'd by grave and ritual tears-- O let me be, lest they will tread --my children-- on their mother's head before my song for them is done, before my course on earth is run, before they learn the song I sing: that love can conquer everything.
this poem is written in the shape of a funereal urn


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Reset

Don't be afraid to go back in time and see the life you lived. 
Artificial smiles in a world stained with pain. 
People you trusted, you deemed as your friends. 
Only later they were icing on a cake. No one's understood you.
A book by its cover, they threw you away. 
Your heart's vulnerable, breaking to pieces day-after-day. 
Don't give up. It's not the end.
If everyone's turned their backs on you, know I'll be always there for you 'till the end.
Like shadows that never fade, it's inevitable for your angel not to walk away. 
So don't look down in tears. Just take my hand and I'll kill away the pain.  
I'll do all that I can to help you shine bright once again. 
Through death and hell, I'll forever be your friend. 
On a bed of nails, we won't turn pale. 
Don't give up. It's not the end. 
When everyone's turned their backs on you, 
know I'll be always there for you even after my end. 
Six feet under, my heart won't mend. 
Everything that has an ending has a beginning in the end. 
It's not the other way around. 
So turn around, my dear, 'cause it's time to leave our mark.  
It's the series finale of what had been. 
Two will become One. 
One will leave a legacy for the world to learn its inconsistencies. 
Let's hit the reset and see the bliss tonight. 
Because the end is not the end.


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Goodbye Mommy

Standing 'round the stone
waiting to say goodbye,
how do you say the words
when your heart is empty.
Nothing can prepare you
for the pain of loss
when you lose someone so
close to you.
Waiting for the words
to come forward from
your lips, yet nothing
emerges past the pain.
Then you hear a soft
voice nearby saying
that which you
cannot;
Goodbye Mommy.


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One Final Request From The Fallen Heroes.

Stark sentinels of stone, standing silent, alone.
Their comrades reflect past a speaker's dry drone.
Can cold comfort be said to these young valiant dead?
Who bequeath to us more than a safe secure bed?
Scarred, battered bones, in hushed solemn tones,
whisper one last request meant for our ears alone:

The bars in the flag shine crimson and snow.
They call out to us the rights they bestow.
Seek out every star, set midnight in blue.
Be worthy of us as we were of you.

They kept unspoken dreams, yet dark destiny deems
they can never live out, blown apart at the seams.
These stray measures of flesh that no longer will mesh,
are gathered beneath us in mounds green and fresh.
Do not shudder in dread at their crude muddy beds.
Let the living demand that what follows be read:

Here stands a sanctum where courage can roam.
These were the tools for our freedom at home.
Such love of their brethren can never be known.
Heroes lie here from whence free men are sown.

The bars in the wind snap crimson and snow.
They cry out to us the gifts they bestow.
They are every star, set midnight in blue.
Be worthy of us as we were of you.


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Last Resort

Imagine
a barren desert:
dry,
deprived of life,
where one would be sent
only in their worst nightmare.

This is a place 
where 
one's body and soul 
would surely die
This is a place
where 
drought
has deprived you of tears
- you no longer can cry,
the last hope for thee
is to find some water
- there is none,

No matter how hard you try,
there is no hope for thee
- you are losing your life.

What is left for you
is turning into stone:
your spirit
- dehydrated,
your flesh
- dried to the bone.

There is no help for thee,
you are here alone
willing to return home,
but all hope is gone.

There is nothing left,
but one strength -
thy last resort,
yet it demands 
thy effort,
the very last feeling
not letting your life
give in,
it is your will of living,
to live
for the people whom you love.


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Against the wind

Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.

Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch from Dodona
And a darkness full of lightning
all the way from the palace of Atropos.
So that you stay up all night 
and knead
a bright sunshine for tomorrow.

"Good morning wind-vane",
to say when morning comes,
"where do the winds blow from today?"
And just like a white horse 
to gallop against the wind.


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Immortal

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 -


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Time Goes On

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.


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Tribute to John Denver

“I am a song that needs to be sung.”
Words by John Denver inscribed in Aspen.
While walking the path alongside the Rio Grande
A circle of stones in memory of John Denver does stand.

Inscribed on the rocks are the words of his songs.
They moved me deeply as I strolled along.
Realizing that I was in Aspen because I did spy
A tribute to John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High.

It sparked a desire to experience Aspen for myself.
Now here I am encircled with John Denver’s wealth.
I wasn’t a huge fan, but I did enjoy his songs.
His words stand tall beyond being written in stone.

I moved along the trail into an evergreen forest
Dwarfed by the pines as the river flows toward us.
Emotional connectivity with Aspen’s sheer mountain beauty.
Sitting on a rock in the river my only duty.

Feeling inspired to move again on the trail
An energy spoke to me; no words were entailed.
You are a song that needs to be sung
You are a bell that needs to be rung.

You are the newness of fresh mountain air
You are the energy of spring’s budding stare.
You are the eagle resting in its high nest
Ready to soar through the sky when the time is best.

You are the Rocky Mountain High
Colorado is the place for you to sigh.
Heave out the energy that is stored within
Sing your own song with a loving spin.

In gratitude I salute John Denver’s soul.
In the beauty of the Rockies, he continues his role.
Inspiring people to greater heights through his words.
Thank you, John Denver, for my heartfire heard.




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elegy for Marie

Send a tear to your lapel
for the debt you owe Marie
and others of her ilk,
it's just as well still 
not nearly as good 
as opening our eyes

Marie & Remi Ochlik
were shelled out of existence
while reporting to those
who would pay attention
the dark deeds of Syrian powers
A decade ago they took her eye
in Sri Lanka, but not her vision

War correspondent or photographer
is a risky title to carry
in many places on the globe,
but needs to be carried
with a terminal conviction
to those gentle of peace

Drones, tanks, and roadside IED's
all meant to turn dialogue into
monologue...into diatribe
that usurps the power of each
individual for another's own

Let us thank the megaphone,
the megapixeled shutterer,
and the twitterer, the 
militant peacenik who
will not be silenced 
into any form of domination

© Goode Guy 2012-02-22

http://www.thesundaytimes.co.uk/sto/public/news/article874796.ece
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/02/22/147247598/killing-continues-in-syria-two-western-journalists-among-reported-victims
http://www.newsday.com/news/american-war-reporter-marie-colvin-killed-in-syria-1.3548091
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marie_Colvin

for: Marie Colvin & all war reporters


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In the Need of Prayer

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


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OUR WEDDING VOWS

page turning suspense filled the vaulted sepulchral air
   ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare
   (arranged by the well known matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambience analogous to a renaissance faire
   yet contrasted in that this bachelor and other men related to me
segregated with females and males at a set distance away i.e. not physically 
near
   dictated by mandates of the Hebrew coda stemming from Moses biological tree
which separate quarters ample enough to spare
  until the proper toll of the bell would peal accompanied by yippee!
 
after Rabbi Boyce officiated for Matthew Scott 
   and Abby Robin, the crowd exalted with cheers
of L’Chiam with chutzpah oompah’s sizzling and hot.
 
klezmer musicians played schmaltz
which accompanied the hoopla as couples did waltz.
 
all the while family, friends and relatives blessed the new groom and bride 
   although highly orthodox, the men removed respective skullcap 
more commonly known as the yarmulke some plain others dyed
   women and children broke out in traditional dance and song while other did 
clap
exemplifying Yahweh to deliver mazal tov and shalom as spiritual guide
   to the pronounced husband and wife who pledged their troth in a snap.
 
toward conclusion of this typical Jewish wedding, a full goblet of kosher red wine
   got tossed in the air
this (in conjunction with crush of the emptied wine glass) communicated a sign
   and marshaled the crowd to begin a local Jerusalem exodus symbolic and 
clear.
 
as the newlyweds blissfully and radiantly strolled arm in arm
   and exited the Synagogue, the euphoric and excited crowd
tossed handfuls of uncle Ben’s unconverted rice grown from a nearby organic 
farm
a chauffeur waited to shuttle them to their honeymoon location
   passersby waved and bowed e'en thy first grade school marm!


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OUR WEDDING VOWS

page turning suspense filled the vaulted sepulchral air
   ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare
   (arranged by the well known matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambience analogous to a renaissance faire
   yet contrasted in that this bachelor and other men related to me
segregated with females and males at a set distance away i.e. not physically 
near
   dictated by mandates of the Hebrew coda stemming from Moses biological tree
which separate quarters ample enough to spare
  until the proper toll of the bell would peal accompanied by yippee!
 
after Rabbi Boyce officiated for Matthew Scott 
   and Abby Robin, the crowd exalted with cheers
of L’Chiam with chutzpah oompah’s sizzling and hot.
 
klezmer musicians played schmaltz
which accompanied the hoopla as couples did waltz.
 
all the while family, friends and relatives blessed the new groom and bride 
   although highly orthodox, the men removed respective skullcap 
more commonly known as the yarmulke some plain others dyed
   women and children broke out in traditional dance and song while other did 
clap
exemplifying Yahweh to deliver mazal tov and shalom as spiritual guide
   to the pronounced husband and wife who pledged their troth in a snap.
 
toward conclusion of this typical Jewish wedding, a full goblet of kosher red wine
   got tossed in the air
this (in conjunction with crush of the emptied wine glass) communicated a sign
   and marshaled the crowd to begin a local Jerusalem exodus symbolic and 
clear.
 
as the newlyweds blissfully and radiantly strolled arm in arm
   and exited the Synagogue, the euphoric and excited crowd
tossed handfuls of uncle Ben’s unconverted rice grown from a nearby organic 
farm
a chauffeur waited to shuttle them to their honeymoon location
   passersby waved and bowed e'en thy first grade school marm!


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The simple pleasures

If Rocky (aka a black lab )were your teacher, you would learn stuff like this :

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout.... run right back 
and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.   
RIP Rocky


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I`m free

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.


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When I Die

When I Die
Let the angels sing
Let the sunshine turn into rain

When I Die
Don't shed a tear
I shall be in the 
heavens above

When I Die
Meet me there
Its the beautiful place
that you'll see called Heaven

When I Die 
Nothing will do me no harm
The bad days are gone by
No more weeping eyes
No more mistakes 
No more going through
the pain that ache me

When I Die
God has set my soul free
Now I am free
My life will never be the same
my soul had gotten weak, wasn't able to move

When I Die
Now I will be able to live the perfect life
I always wanted to live
Now here is the peace
for me where I lay my weaken body

When I Die
My eyes will be close 
But never forgetting who I was 
Where I came from
Never forgetting the loved ones 
Family, friends, and enemies
No matter who you were
I still loved you
Nver forgetting who you are

When I Die
As each day passes by
surely I'll miss you 
Maybe you'll miss me too
Don't always come teary eyed
Remember who you are
And the special things that God will have for you

When I Die
Now I will become a beautiful angel
Pray for you above
each and everyday

When I Die
I will be waiting on you
In that special place above
where its called Heaven

When I Die
When I Die


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When I Leave

When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven. 
Where the angels will sing to me and make me feel peace. 
Where the pain that I feel will disappear and that hole inside will be filled.
The feeling of emptiness will be closed.
Here in this journey called life.
Knowing all that is expected of me, having the hope that one day I will feel 
relaxation. 
When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven. 
So do not cry for me when I am gone, just know that I am at peace. 
Feel no sadness, celebrate my life, because I have found my place in heaven.


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Thinking of Kevin

When  introduced we stumble blindly
our ears piqued by every sound
Our footing not yet stable we search for firmer ground
As we grow our vision changes,somewhat blurred and confused 
If it's God who guides me onward for what purpose am I used
I have searched while unsure of the treasure
Not quite sure of which I seek
Yet he affords me the greatest pleasures weather strong or sometimes weak
The gifts were all so splendid,the despair I've felt so deep
The sweet memories of my lifetime the greatest gifts I get to keep
So weep not when you think of me,knowing where apart
For now these memories I have treasured,are carried deep within your hearts


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My dear Friend

i've thought about what you've said,
about how no one cares and how you wish you were dead,
i don't know where to start,
what i'm about to say comes from the heart,
you're the one person that keeps me strong,
when everything's gone wrong,
you pick me up when im down,
you make me smile when i frown,
yeah, we've been through heck and back,
do you remember my first asthma attack?
so you see my dear friend,
what you said was not true,
because i do care about you,
from begining to end.


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SOMETHING OF A KIND

Where are we today? 
What will we find? 

Something of a kind 
A lonely world.... 
We cannot turn 
Amongst ourselves... 
We must find... 
Something of a kind 

A million small kind acts.... 
Blossomed like flowers 
You see.... 
They did not go unnoticed.... 
They filled meadows.... 
With colour, depth and power 

A million small people.... 
Blossomed 
Became something of a kind 
For you .... 
For me... 
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... 
For you.... 
For me... 
A likeness of mind 

Where are we today? 
Tomorrow, we will find 
The meaning.... 


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Come With Me

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.


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You Weren't There..

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.


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If I Could Walk Right Out Of You

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
it all.
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


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Momma's Kitten

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 
your song.


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Marlin

A smile
A guitar
A rolled up cig
A voice that sings
At every gig

A mind that travels
Beyond this plain,
A sense of humor,
Sometimes insane...

A devotion
To daughters
Of whom he was
so proud,
A tendency never,
to talk too loud

Words and thoughts
Wise beyond his years,
Human suffering
That brought on tears

Mark T...
His Gors nickname
"Marlin"
I wonder if he liked to fish,
One thing's for sure,
I truely wish

He did still tread
This earth, a world
so grand,
I was oh so privileged
To be in his band.


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This Vapid Life

This insipid existence,
This body betrayed,
Time, now short,
Now ao precious,
What do I say to my wife?
My beautiful daughters?
Why no happy ending?

Are they aware what I tried to accomplish?
How close I came?
How things where clicking so well
Just at the end....
And how much I loved them all?
This I pray they know,
I will watch over them, now,
Each minute night or day,
The sensitive one will feel my presence,
From the beginning,
The others may take more time
But one day we will all be united again,
Our cycles will be complete
And that day, for all of us,
That day will be a treat.

Mark and ALL his girls!!!


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So It Is With You

Even when the trees have forfeited their leaves
Lost eternally in a fog-filled plain of despair
And all is submersed in deafening silence
I brace myself for colder winds

Still I notice you on colder nights
When darkness encroaches on my soul
Reminiscing of peaceful mountain bliss

Encased in an indomitable white blanket
All creation shivers underneath 
Forceful piercing winds blowing gray
Gnawing away my hope for more 

But what was relentlessly frozen through
Has bravely surfaced impenetrable doubt 
Redecorating life in vivacious greens

Even now in death you open intrepid doors
For new life to begin an extravagant novel journey
And so it is with you and how you make me new 
In every season's change


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Waiting for an Angel

Your presence here on earth turned on the stars and the moonlight. They shined through my
dark room, letting the sun awake me from my dark nightmare. I was sitting alone wandering
if I stare at your picture, would I see you again? I sit and watch the trees, wanderin’ if
they are listening to my pain. Do you they know this is real? I’m feelin’ weak and my soul
is bleeding. I don’t think anyone is listening to me; my pain will just float away in the
cold air. They say it won’t be long until you’re in the blue, there’s nothing that we can
do. We only have a few moments to spare, please god, let me say everything right. She
starts to smile when the pain leaves, the angels are callin’ out her name. My words can’t
leave my lips, I am to busy watching an angel get her wings. Fly away, fly away with the
dandelions. You’re free now, so go run with the angels. I’ll be listening closely for my
name to be called next so we can fly away together in good company.


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America The Beautiful

   
  Every day, we see people that need help; you
 rush pass them like they are not there.

 So many are disabled United States Veterans,
 that travel as ghosts among us; we see them
 in our mind's eye, but not with our vision.
 
 As a Nation, American's are supposed to care
 about each other, but, as a rule, they only
 care about their interests and forget
 that these veterans are the very people that
 gave them freedom, sometimes at aterrible
 cost.

 So, the next time you see someone that needs
 help, stop, look, listen, and think about
 the circumstances if the situation was
 reversed.

 Would you want someone to help you?