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No Longer Mourn for Me When I Am Dead

If Death should call, let me go free;
It's only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
Of sight and sound and voice, 't is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
Beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
But float on myriad colored air
And dip its wings o'er twinkling stars
And ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
Forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
As if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
Nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
Rejoice with me who wished it so.
It's not a morbid, ghastly thought
But one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
Beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
Where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffer me
From galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
The soul from one who does not fear;
That soul is borne up in his arms
In ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is but Heaven's op'ning gate.


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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Climbing Moriah

I am climbing up Moriah
With the thing I love most dearly;
On the mountain's heights above me,
I will see my God more clearly.
Incredible expectation!
For with the knife and holy fire,
I must on a stony altar
Bind up and slay my heart's desire.

O, this God of mine, all knowing!
Past my finite mind can see
In the distant, vast eternal
All that He destined I should be.
Only He can make a promise,
And He fulfills each sovereign vow;
Though He slay me, I will serve Him.
He led me here, I'll trust Him now.

The knife is raised; beyond the void
I dare not cast my weary sight;
I can hear no gentle laughter 
In the deep canyons of the night.
I will look instead at Jesus,
And His command I will obey.
There are rams in all His thickets;
He is the Christ, the same always.


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Jesus Was A Rolling Stone

Jesus was a rolling stone,
wherever he laid his head he called home;
and when he died,
the angels came and rolled that stone aside.
I tell you now, Jesus was a rolling stone,
wherever  he laid his head he called home;
and when he died,
the angels, they came down from heaven, sent by the Father;
and they rolled that big old stone aside.
Yes they did, yes they did;
because there ain’t no grave can keep a good man down;
no, no, no;
I say there ain’t no grave can keep a good man down.


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


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CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

    CHRISTMAS LIGHTS
I keep saying Merry Christmas,
Xmas just don't mean it.
Christmas without Santa Claus
is alright by me.
----chorus
Part of your Christmas lights
are Jesus, and you and me.
He's in every Merry Christmas
You'll ever hear from me.


I keep saying Merry Christmas,
Xmas has no feeling.
I keep thinking Santa Claus
Should come another night.
---------chorus
Part of your Christmas lights
are Jesus, and you and me.
He's in every Merry Christmas
You'll ever hear from me.

I'll keem wishing Merry Christmas.
I'll keep hoping Merry Christmas.
I'll keep saying Merry Christmas.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

It is a song, but the lyric is still being worked on and I'll
have it done pretty quick and get it recorded for Christmas 2014. But I will
have my first Demo of it in just a day or two, on my own website, vbdosa dot com
and a video on YOUTUBE.
The best time to Plug a Christmas song is about late March or early April..


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Beyond the Frontier

Where am I? Why is it dark?
This isn’t what I had in mind when I left the park…
Why isn’t the wind whispering…the songbirds singing?
All I remember is a telephone ringing…
A scream and a crash and a pain in my side…
Is this what happens after one’s died?
I don’t feel like myself, I feel wild and free,
Yet I’m cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee.

My whole life I’ve studied, and pondered, and prayed,
Trying to fathom what would happen this day
But now that it’s here, I’m beginning to fear
Maybe the afterlife’s not what it appears…
It’s certainly not what I’ve been told by my preacher
Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher…
Is it a bad thing, or is it good?
Maybe it’s just not quite understood...

While I was on Earth, I just couldn’t wait
To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate
And ask him a question or query or two
“What was my purpose?” “What good did I do?”
“What’s it all for?” “How does it all flow?”
“Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?”
But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And
If this is Hell, then where is Ol’ Satan?
Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten?
Am I to be left here until I am rotten?

Lo and behold! what, now, can this be?
Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany?
Is this the magical feeling all souls receive
When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve?
How could I have not seen the realism?
Why was I consumed in man-made idealism?
This is more wondrous than all I was taught
Oh, all the times I argued and fought
With others, ‘bout how their views were asinine
Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine!
Little I thought was actually correct!
How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect
My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind?
I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find
That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind…

Wait - - What is this that I see?
What is this gateway that is revealed unto me?

Now a door is opened to my immortal soul
I am expected now to enter my life’s final goal…
I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad…
For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad.
This is the end of my journey, I’ve nothing to fear,
For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.


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I Wonder

I wonder what the people thought
Who did not know the prisoner's name;
So many men had staggered by
In public solitude and shame,
What was He more than other men
Who'd walked outside the walls to die,
And those with tears who followed Him--
Do not most dead leave some who cry?

I wonder what the children thought,
Who just a few short days before
Had waved palm branches in the street,
Crying, "Hosanna, to the Lord!"
Why was the kindest man they knew,
Who understood their ways and needs,
Bearing a cross through Jerusalem
Like those who did unrighteous deeds.

I wonder what the soldiers thought
Who rudely mocked a silent king;
How many flogged and tortured so
Had never spoken anything?
Was only one of all who stood 
On guard for Rome to watch Him die 
Able to say with contrite heart,
"This is God's Son; He did not lie."

I wonder what the women thought,
The ones who would not hide in fear
But followed even to the cross
To watch him die through veils of tears.
Did they not know that He could take
Their dreams safely through death with Him
And on the third day rise again
Triumphant over death and sin.

I wonder what we would have thought
In our self-righteous ignorance;
What role would you or I have played,
If we had known such circumstance?
Would I have been a Pharisee,
Or just a stranger passing by,
Herod, Pilate, a Roman guard,
Or a Mary on the day Christ died?


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My Guardian Dear

When I was young I thought I knew 
How to talk and speak with you 
But time has put a wedge between
My angel, conscience, inner being.
I spoke to you , I spoke to you

The one who told me right from wrong,
Comforted me all day long. 
Helped me choose which way to go,
When undecided, I didn't know.
I spoke to you. I spoke to you.

Some call you Gabriel, 
My Guardian Angel, I did tell,
My hopes,my fears,my dreams to be,
Untold to others was free with thee.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

Comfortable, believing that you were there,
To guide me through every prayer.
You had a name I knew it then,
I said it time and time again.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you 

I was a child of seven or eight,
I knew when called I need not wait
For you my angel to appear 
To clear my conscience and my fear
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

The older I grew, less time was spent
Talking to you,trying to vent
Friends became closer to me,
I shared more with them and left you be
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

Now as I'm in the prime of life
Mother to my son, no longer a wife,
I wonder late at night if you
Will answer my questions like you used to do
I spoke to you, I spoke to you

Afraid to test, afraid to fail,
Wanting and hoping you did not bail 
Praying that your still at my side
To light, to guard,to rule and guide. 
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

My faith has told me you are here.
Watching me and always near.
My pride, my walls have come down
Last night,I spoke with no one around.
I spoke to you, I spoke to you.

My Guardian Angel you were there
You listened and helped with every prayer,
My hopeless feelings lonely, just me
Ended last night when you returned to me
I spoke to you, I spoke to you
I"ll speak to you, yes speak with you. 







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The Coming of the Nothing

Collegiates and learned mercenaries
Await their time to lead the willing minions
As lemmings, suicide seems ordinary
Both deaf and blind, devoid of all opinions

Ageless as time itself, she waits
An elixir of evolution
Needing no cure, no answers
No humankind solution

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane

A galaxy here, a universe there
Speckled by constellations
But man it seems is content to fight
For the sake of his small nation

Black as an empty starless night
Deep as the hungry ocean
Timeless as death, on its endless flight
In a time of perpetual motion

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane 

When will it end, God only knows
As greed alone inspires us
Old Earth, its very soul exposed
To MAN...IT'S LIVING VIRUS!!!


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Crown of Thorns

Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are on my body, I am an eternal traveller, never stopping. You are the bitter predicament of my comfort, Traces of sensual pleasures - The mist of a veil is my constant reminder. You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns, I stand alone on the dusty conflagration Gazing towards an endless void, I am bridled with the burning pain of the thorns... My gaze tirelessly roves, Prickly are the thorns, With malediction entwined... I am drowning in a sweaty torrent, I am plunging into thorny depths, bloody and overworked from the struggle, I yield myself to the decision of fate.


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Open the Door

You see my shining face.
You speak my glorious name.
Still you stand, firmly in place.

You try to bypass me,
Forging artificial keys.
As the turtle wins the race!

I have thrown you verse after verse,
Wonder after wonder!
Still you think the universe began
From one great asunder!
You act like there is no
Beauty to behold anymore,
I'm all that you need,
I gave you the key,
So open the door!

Plug your ears when I call,
Surrounding yourself with walls,
Built upon your ignorance.

I watch while you stumble
On such slippery rubble.
You ask not, my assistance!

It is you yourself
That made this world, black and bleak.
I've created bridges,
But you're the one with feet!
You act like there is no
Beauty to behold anymore,
I'm all that you need,
I gave you the key,
So open the door!

You left my shining home,
And upon the Earth you roamed.
Now just ahead is my gate.

With great uncertainty,
You come limply before me,
Be blessed, for it's not too late!

I've died a-midst a mocking crowd
And came back from the grave.
As I gave up my heavenly abode
To show you the way!
You act like there is no
Beauty to behold anymore,
I'm all that you need,
I gave you the key,
So open the door!


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You're Somebody's Hero

I don't know a Better Name,
But ,"You're Somebody's Hero."
It's not just a game,
And it's always fair.
What are we made of?
Pearl and polished stone?
Or tar and rot?
We  are what we have yearned for.
Have we spent our time studying God,
Or the Father of lies?
Were we being polite,
Or feasting  and drinking of the fat happily?
Are We cursing God when we fall,
Or are we laughing and getting back up?
You see, when God gives us a gift,
It is appreciated by the wise,
And the other only lust and envy the gift.
So, don't tare someone down just because
You don't think that they are pretty,
And you don't think you should show some pity 
Because some people aren't just people,
But are somebody's Hero,
That have saved somebodies soul,
That have gone about saving souls. 


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59th Minute

Its the last minute of the 11th hour
I have seen a demon wondering searching for a soul
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Convince people you have a speed dial to God's Kingdom
And they will take any theological theories given to them
They worship sophisticated stone deities. 
Emmanuel TV, electromagnetic Gods in static images
Composers of the reverse version of the Holy grail
Cursing God, misquoting scriptures and reversing verses
Misleading women like Hershey's Kisses and forbidden pleasures
The fabric of our species is a loose canon
The revelations post-predicted by the real Mayans
The apocalypse.



Its the last minute of the 11th hour
This poem is not against the church
It speaks for Rhodes, Selassie and Robert Moffat
New disciples that walked the deserts of Africa
The founders and architects of God's synagogues
Scribers that wrote covenants in caves at Timbuktu
Puthadikobo, Livingstone, and Thabanchu
Monasteries with no Automated Teller Machices on their walls
This poem is not against Anglicans, Catholics or  Apostles
Its an allegory against those that spit on the chapel alters
The bishops and priests with their filthy  urethrae
Their genitalia submerged in the oral cavities of alter boys
Seeking head in return for blessings, deliverance and confessions
Fake Joshuas who plant placebo demons and exorcise them for fame
The same devils that preach at the podium of cathedral portals
Dangerous men, listened and  worshiped  by millions


I m not against the church.
I believe in Muhammad and Jesus all the same
And the sacred message they bring supreme
From Judah through Jordan and the rivers of Ethiopia
I stand firm against Lucifer's devices.
In the face of damnation an entire nation has succumbed
The devil puts in more work than Jehovah's witnesses
Such a beautiful genus undone at the seams by its own beliefs
Victims of natural selection and ever-upgrading IQs
Each generation figures they can be better than their creator
Separationists led by confused evangelists
I m not against the church. I m against religion 
I have seen a demon at church searching for lost ones
A priest coveting the ass of another man's woman at church
Its the last seconds of  revelation's  last moments.


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Life's Magic

Life is full of magic let’s not waste it
Reach out embrace it
Just love each moment, all you can
Symphonies you’ll hear when wind surrounds you
At times confounds you
Don’t let it drown you, take a stand 

Just turn and take a look at God’s creation
The sun and moon the stars above
Oceans shores lined with majestic mountains
Fields of wheat, every fount and stream
All he touched he has made supreme.

Life is full of magic let’s not waste it
Reach out embrace it
Just love each moment, all you can
Symphonies you’ll hear when wind surrounds you
At times they’ll confound you
So don’t let it drown you, take a stand 

Just turn and take a look at God’s creation
The sun and moon the stars above
Oceans shores lined with majestic mountains
Fields of wheat, every fount and stream
All he touched he has made it supreme, made supreme.

Written 08.23.2014
Brenda Meier-Hans
5th


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Quiet

Moments of quiet unfolding:
Quiet probing my spirit's depths, 
Like a rose, petals unfolding
To drink in the dawn's sweet breath.
Quiet like the peace that lingered
O're the waters the Master stilled;
Quiet that in the tomb trembled,
Pregnant, waiting to be fulfilled.
Quiet that marched on the victor
Robbing death and defeating sin;
Quiet that stood in the garden
And shouted, "Christ risen again!"
Quiet that is the cloak wrapping
God the Father, Spirit and Son,
Before whom life's vulgar turmoil
Surrenders her tongue and is dumb.


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A Godly Insight

"What if you woke up tomorrow with only
what you asked god for today?"
As I read, a scowl is freed, then a smile
indeed, and I'll tell you why - I say:

"Poseidon is not so beneficent,
And neither - I wager - is Zeus.
So it seems to me if a man is honest,
he wakes up with what HE has produced."

This much is true. But I jest, of course,
I know they mean well, but let's see...
If god is provider, I'll have some hot cider!
...And yet none is present for me.

"Now, now, be a gentleman. Don't let your
sharp tongue be like teeth." I think.
But if others' boats fill with water,
ought I not inform them they'll sink?


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Blasphemy--Warning: Explicit language and highly offensive

(These are lyrics to a song I wrote called "Blasphemy")

Verses:
Mother Mary sat on a bench with me today
But I couldn't think of one goddamn thing to say
'Cept, "Mother, oh! Won't you please save my soul right now?
I'd gladly do it but I don't know exactly how"
Hail Mary! Bless me twice!
Judas betrayed Jesus Christ
In Revelations, prophets said
John the Baptist lost his head

Chorus:
You gotta pander to my ego
Herod was my hero
Why didn't Noah's Ark fall apart?
Genesis was...just the start

Verses:
St. Peter slammed those Pearly Gates right into my fuc*ing face
Just too much sin I can't get in; no mansion there for me awaits
The wife of Lot, she turned to salt, but it was not all her fault
She ran away and then looked back as Sodom burned, and that's a fact

Repeat Chorus...

Verses:
Well, life was Hell so Jonah sailed into the belly of a whale
Daniel in the lion's lair; Delilah chopped off Samson's hair
Cain killed Abel out of spite as the Lamb of God got sacrificed
There came the Whore of Babylon while Thomas doubted every-one

Repeat Chorus...

**Just trying to post something a little different ;)


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Prime Mover

Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,

as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.

Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
amidst the universe's First Cause.

He, the one true Incarnation  
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress

with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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Wound of Love

Today, alone, and near despair,
My heart nigh crushed by this world's cares,
I stumbled, blinded by hot tears,
Through bitter valleys, dark with fear,
My tortured mind the while was wrung
By memories of this I'd done.
Or said, or thought in careless haste,
Of days and years all gone to waste.
An arrow, sharp, burned in my breast;
I strove to thrust it from my chest.
To stone it clung like Arthur's sword
Relinquished only to its lord,

I thought not how my life to spare:
If God would only hear my prayer
And grant me absolution, free.
If He would simply hear my plea.
I sought and found the empty room
I'd shared with Christ; a faint perfume
Still lingered. Strange it seemed, and yet,
Through all the years, did I forget
The Presence and the peace found here?
Earth has no equal anywhere.
The room was dark with curtains drawn;
There was no fire to keep it warm.

My weary vision came to rest
Upon a heap of metal pressed
Into a corner, dark and dank;
When comprehended, my heart sank.
The terror of the truth revealed!
A holy horror 'round me pealed;
Each tone tolled forth a truth sublime
To prove me guilty of my crime.
Beneath the dust of days gone by
In rags and rust I'd let it lie,
My Christian armor. Now I faced
The verdict at the judgment place.

The burning in my heart increased;
The yearning would not find release
Till as I looked into the eyes
Of Him my soul so long defied,
Awaiting sentence, just reward,
I met the mercy of my Lord.
The arrow burning in my heart--
From God's own quiver came its art;
'T was evidence most dear, divine,
That I am His and He is mine.
Not earth , not hell, nor Heav'n above
Could separate me from such love.

I'd never known a wound so kind,
And love like His I could not find
Along the byways I had trod:
It's in the Kingdom of our God.
There all are warriors, bold and brave;
There all must give just as He gave.
I knelt, His knight, with armor on,
The tears were mended, rust was gone.
"I ask one favor as I go
To serve Thee, Lord; Thy love to show:
Ah, never from my breast, I pray,
Take this Thy would of love away.

Based on Ephesians 6:10-18


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Rain Man

we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind


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Seize The Moment

There's nothing about us,
That God doesn't know.
He knows where we've been,
And yet where we'll go. 

He discerns what we see,
And overhears us speak.
But give Him our heart,
And our life He will tweak.

While days are numbered,
And we're not in charge.
We can live our beliefs,
Living out our life large.

Always being cognizant,
Of each thing we do.
For when least expected,
Death will find you.

















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The Worst Morning After

What is The worst morning after?
After A Natural disaster
All the mackerel plastered
Caused collateral chatter
Among the pasto(e)ral pastors
Whether the supernatural
Rapture is an admiral matter
But they just tossed it to the side
Like it's a lateral passer
Commence the radical laughter
Such irrational magical
Chapters of the good book is not
A good look or practical For rappers
Too theatrical for actors
Until all the souls are captured
There's nothing left but casual
Caspers just roaming the pastures
Now that must be , if you asked me
The worst morning after


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I MADE ROOM FOR JESUS

The window to my broken past
     Has shattered.
I have walked into the dreams
     That seemed so far away.
The fog has lifted, I have sifted
     Through the things that mattered.
Finding nothing left of yesterday.

'Cause I made room for Jesus in my life.
     He helps me with my worries and my strife.
I pray to him each day, for guidance on my way.
     Yes, I made room for Jesus in my life.

The cries of loneliness have turned
     To laughter.
The wind has carried me above
     The sea I drifted on.
I live again, he's my best friend.
     There's no more looking after,
The lost an lonely man, for he is gone.
    
'Cause I reached out for Jesus with my hand.
     I knew he'd be the one to understand,
His spirit entered me, I felt so calm and free.
     'Cause I reached out for Jesus with my hand.

The road is rocky but he's there
     To listen,
As I move ever closer to
     The love within his heart.
The days are bright, I see the light.
     My eyes begin to glisten,
With the love and faith that Jesus can impart.

Oh, I made room for Jesus, can't you see.
     And Jesus, he has lots of room for me.
I pray to him each day, For guidance on my way.
     Oh, I made room for Jesus can't you see.
  


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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A Boy Brushed Red

Slamming the door behind him
He sits
Writing his poems upon his wall
Tiny powerful words surrounding each inch of the room
Writing them in black inch
He watches as it drips to the carpet
He smiles
Wiping the blood of his face
Putting his hands to the wall
Bloody hand prints surround each poem
Dying alone on the floor
Surrounded in his blood and filth
The poems wash off from the walls
Black ink forming together on the carpet
Blood mixes with the ink
The horrific smell fills the lungs of the ones downstairs
He sinks into the carpet 
His flesh swallowed up by his words
He isn't living anymore
But he rubs off on you by his poems


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Kurt

i am kurt daniel everdean 
I am 21 years old
I've been playing the bass guitar
Since I was 11
i weight 145 pounds
i have blondish brown hair
and blue eyes

If I could say one thing about me that I like... Its that I never gave up.


things started when i lost my father
i was 10 years old
my mother started going to her room everytime she got home
she would come out with her eyes all red... Shes been crying
until i accidently walked in on her doing drugs
i now believe it was the drugs that caused the redness
me and my brother would fight everynight
when i bought my first bass
he slammed it against the floor
and told me since i think my lifes crap
then i shouldnt have anything that makes me happy
My mom became a street whore
She would dress in a golden gown and wear ugly make up
We would never see her 
unless she needed money to get condoms for her "men"

the things between me and my brother got worse
I was arguing with him over a text he sent my mom
And he got into an accident and died that night

Things just never got better
I created a band called the nocturnal
And the reason you haven't heard of us yet
Is because were an underground punk band in Seattle
we haven't gotten far yet
Just underground party's and bars

My mom ended up running away with her "boyfriend"
After my brother died she blamed me
And told me to leave and said she won't come around me
Until I brought him back

Since then I've gotten a job and was able to pay rent on
My moms old apartment
Hoping shed come back clean and sober
As for me
I've cleaned up. but suicide is still an option

I haven't found god yet and I don't want to
If there was a god why did he give me this ****ed up life
Ya you'll say Kurt?... You made the desicions for your life
I knolw I did. But he was the one who let it actually happen

I've been writing since I was 11
Lyrics and poems
Drawings and paintings
bass guitar and vocals

My life isn't over
But it's sure close to it

Its sad to think that what you thought was fake... Is a true story


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IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME

"It Should Have Been Me"

      James Williams









Peter:  How could I let this ever be

To deny you at your feet

and then turn around and walk away

When I was the one

Who stood on your name

And When I was asked, " do I know you?"

Three times I denied you the same

It should have been me

On that day 

taken away with thee Lord 

It should have been me

It should have been me

On that cross

Dying for the cost 

I know Lord It should have been me.



Judas:  Lord I betrayed thee

at the drop of a dime

I placed a kiss on your face

With deception in my mind

Lord Why did I betray you

For 30 pieces of silver

And to know that you still love me

My life I don't deserve

It should have been me

On that day 

taken away with thee Lord 

It should have been me

It should have been me

On that cross

Dying for the cost 

I know Lord It should have been me.



ME:    Father please forgive my sins

For the pain has set in

You have shown your love to me

Over and over again

I don't deserve your mercy 

I don't deserve your grace

I don't deserve the sacrifice that you made

It should have been me

On that day 

taken away with thee Lord 

It should have been me

It should have been me

On that cross

Dying for the cost 

I know Lord It should have been me.



It was you who and died on Calvary

to save and set my spirit free

Upon that cross you hung for me

And Lord

It should have been me.





"The Simple Words"


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Song of Praise

When the role is called up yonder
We will never from him wander 
We will praise, our voices raise
When the Father stands before us
And he crowns his own victorious 
We will sing, our voices ring.

And forever and forever and forever and a day
I shall never stop to sing this song of praises I will say
Praise the Lord God almighty Father, son and Holy Ghost
Praise to Jesus,…….my precious host.

When I stand before his Glory
I shall hear my life’s sad story
And shall plea, on bended knee
Then when Jesus says he washed me
With his blood and now I am free
I will raise, and shout his praise.

And forever and forever and forever and a day
We shall never stop to sing this song of praises and will say
Praise the Lord God almighty Father, son and Holy Ghost
Praise to Jesus,…….our precious host.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.21.2014
Contest: Poems of Praise
Catie Lindsey


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Song of Praise

My God, if I could but express
My trembling gratitude of heart
That You do love me as I am
And grace to me You do impart,
I loud would lift my voice in praise
To let my tributes rise to Thee,
Who out of longing placed in me
The seed of immortality.

Your definition long I sought
Within the scope of human thought;
But, though I stretched my finite mind,
Your majesty could not be caught.
The words deserving of Your might
Elude my lips and leave me mute;
I do not know You well enough
To catalogue Your attributes.

You are too wonderfully real,
Too vast for intellect to grasp;
I cannot fathom our Your depths
Nor circumscribe You in my clasp;
Yet, Your compassions poured on me
Demand a sacrifice of praise:
Accept the singing of a heart
That longs for You through all its days.


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Fatherland

Fatherland
I have no home, no fatherland, I am a soldier with no weapons, No worldly goods can tie me down, My paths lead me into distances grey. Trenches are my bed, The starry skies of the universe Will cover me when nights are cold. I shall write invisible letters On clouds of cigarette smoke And remember times full of grace When groves were awakening in spring; Only memories remain there, The tranquility of souls will not decay. Bitter thoughts have built barriers, Fields will bleed in spasms - A safe haven for a hero of the fatherland.


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Hey Bartender

Written 2010


Flashing lights and sounds roll by
Hear the sound of muffled sighs
Sullen words cannot express
Just confess, and lift it off your chest
Told the priest would hear your cries
If you don't feed him blatent lies

Oh he's your only friend 
But he don't want to hear your sins
He's off doing his own thing
But it's far from priestly things
Oh he wont look in your direction
Let alone show you affection
Even when he hears your plea,
"Hey bartender please!"
Gone are all your hopes and dreams
All you ever sought to be
Heard from all across the room
Are many empty pleas,
"Oh won't you pity me?"

You can close your eyes and count to 10
Again and again
But he wont come back to help his fellow men
He was your only friend, but he left you all alone
To wallow in your sin
He failed to listen to your prayer
Now your lost in dark dispair

You can hide behind your cries
But he'll see into your eyes
Until the time you leave his bar
And wobble to your car


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Song of the Troubadour

A troubadour came by my house;
Beneath my window he did sing.
I'd never heard such melody
Or listened to like lyrics ring.
He sang a song I understood,
A song of love for me alone;
And , gazing through the latticed frame,
I knew that I would be his own.

The haunting strains, they wound their way,
Even before I could resist,
My heart was bound by cords of love;
Forever to his song I'd list.
"I long to follow you." I cried,
"Fair, wand'ring minstrel, gay and free;
I want to be your gypsy bride
And sing sweet songs of love with thee."

He bade me follow with a look--
A look my tongue cannot describe--
So tender that my heart leaped up.
"I'll follow you! Oh, yes!" I cried.
T was then I saw, just as I turned 
To go with love forevermore,
What I had thought a laurel wreath
Was but a crown of thorns he wore.

The robe which from his shoulders hung--
It had seemed spotless, white as snow;
But, then I saw it stained with blood.
Yet, still with him I longed to go.
His feet and hands were bruised and torn;
"Oh, who had wounded one so good!"
Just then I saw the lute he played
Was but a rugged cross of wood.

"Oh, Love!" I cried, "Dear, fairest one,
Who dared to harm and hurt you so!"
And then I heard the song again...
"It was for you; did you not know?"
"For me? I do not understand;
T was just today I heard your song."
He turned to speak what now I know.
"My love," he said, "I called you long."

We sing the song together now;
Each day is but a new refrain.
Yet, still I marvel when I hear
A note of joy wrung out of pain.
I did not know when first I heard
His music calling to my heart
That love is not triumphant
Till wounded, pierced and torn apart.


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Mankind's Enigma

'Hardy har', laughs the god,
Rushing judgement from afar.
"Only right, is right by me.'
Kills the damned to watch them bleed.

Virtues ruptured; marked abides,
Do make them fight for homicide.
For life is nil until the doom
But death by own shan't make him swoon.

"Your blasted brother to fire he'll go,
For plowing in your heart so slow,
Though blessed thee, your place now safe-
Alas he was slaughtered, cleansing his slate!

But the one, the last of the cycle,
Must pay the dues of his murdering rivals.
His only death is to break the mirror
And hell he'll go for that desire."

Now they smile, the sinners do,
As they look down on the payer's due;
"A heart so warm and soft like dough,
Brother, so sad you must stay below.
If only you had damned before
You were the last, the ultimate cure."


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Glo

Written September 11, 2013


Well I was just a boy
Living down in San Fransisco
In the city by the bay
And I wanted more from life
Than my childhood could give
Every time I crossed a bridge
The whole town burned to the ground

And then one day
I met you down by the blood bank
In that sketchy part of town
Where the hipsters turn around
And drugs roam free
Just like you and just like me
Just like how we used to be

You are my archangel
You sing to me, Gabriel
You tell me where to find
The gravel on the street
And you hold me to the ground
When I hear Peter call for me
And the lights rush to the scene

As I lie here in the alley
Sweet dreams of crystal valleys
Waltz deep within my mind
As the canvas fades to black
And the vultures sweep below
Much like falling dominoes
Set in motion by the glo


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Don't You Cry

Well, my mother, she lay sick in bed;
And I can hear the words she said:
Don't you cry little boy,
Don't you cry little boy,
The Lord is near
Well, the doctor said he give her a weak;
Because she is so very week.
Don't you cry little boy,
Don't you cry little boy, 
The Lord is here.

Well, my father, he lay dying in bed;
And I can hear the words he said:
Don't you cry little girl,
Don't you cry little girl,
The Lord is near. 
The day has come and he's with me no more;
With wings in Heaven he will soar.
Don't you cry little girl, 
Don't you cry little girl, 
The Lord is here.

Well, our baby brother lay in his crib;
And these are the words we said:
Don't you cry little baby,
Don't you cry little baby, 
The Lord is near. 
He struggles for breath and cannot rest;
His hearts beats hard on his chest.
Don't you cry little baby, 
Don't you cry little baby, 
The Lord is here. 

Don't you cry little children, 
Don't you cry little children, 
I, the Lord, am near.
Don't you cry little children,
Don't you cry little children,
I, the Lord, am here.


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Let Love Reign Master

When hurt and disappointment come,
When all I worked for seems undone,
Keep bitterness from creeping in.
Keep heart and soul above the din
Of all loud passion clamors for;
Vengeance belongs still to the Lord.

 Help me repay evil with good,
 Injustice with true brotherhood,
 Indifference with keen desire
To keep my heart an altar fire
Where coals of love burn bright and strong,
A love that lives in spite of wrong.

When cutting words at me are hurled
And lips of those I love are curled
Into a sneer of proud disdain;
When evil tongues are spears of pain,
Lord, I would yield to Your control:
Let love reign master in my soul.


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Soul Meadows

Upon the meadows of my soul
In light my Savior walks with me,
And, oh, the bliss that there we find,
Companions in tranquility.
Communion sweet!  Earth knows not how
To counterfeit the peace He brings;
Yet all I long for He provides.
My soul to Him in rapture clings.

The fragrance of our fellowship
Wafts gently on the meadow's breeze;
Each moment shared, a blossom, sweet;
His full attention all receive.
The wide expanses of my soul
Yield boundless treasure to explore,
And what a precious Guide I found
When I surrendered, made Him Lord.

No hollow gouged by Sorrow's awl,
No cavern mined in great despair
Is too deep for His love to fill,
Too dark to see Him shining, fair.
The fiery trials burn the dross;
My silver He would purify
Till gazing deep within my heart,
His image glows in clear reply.

Continual welcome may He find;
Never in straying would I start.
Lord, stroll the meadows of my soul
And climb the mountains of my heart.
I want Thee always close to stay
To reign unchallenged in my breast;
How sweetly conquered is my soul,
How in surrender I find rest.


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My Life Grew Older

My life grew older when each day was done
And God who in my life is the only one
I always will worship. love and adore
Takes us away and won't be here anymore.

But while I now am here and still living
To everyone around I will be giving
All they deserve which once was mine
So their lives also can continue to shine.

Happy and joyful all of them will always be
And as they pray to God on bended knee
Forgive them too and wash away each sin
And keep us from ever doing it again.

Things will be lovely, beautiful and nice
When in our lives we let God suffice;
Are no limits to what His love can do;
He sent His son Christ to comfort you.

jthorn5656@atmc.net


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There Is for Me

There is for me a brighter day
When all the tears I've wept this way
Shall be poured out before the throne
To claim at last my love, my own.

Years winding forth from wearied spools
Weave still earth's tapestry of rules
That I must cherish, dear as life,
An anchor on this sea of strife.

All that restrains me I hold near;
I kiss His rod, I call it dear.
If I should languish 'neath the weight.
His promise cannot come too late.

A weeping heart never grows cold
Through rained with sorrows manifold;
No tear is wasted to our God
Who with Christ's own enriched earth's sod.

There is for Christ and me a day
When all the tears we've wept this way
Shall be poured out before the throne
To claim at last our love, our own.


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Crossing the Street

I stood beside life's thoroughfare
And watched the busy traffic there,
All swiftly passing to and from
Each in his self-made way to go.
Across the crowded road I spied
The lights of home on yonder side:
But how to cross? I dare not try,
A timid little one as I.
I could not take a single step,
For evil's tide would soon have swept
Me down its path to go astray,
A frightened child who lost the way;
And yet, the rush of traffic there
Made me to tremble, near despair.
I could not linger there for long,
The teeming mass was far too strong;
They reached to grasp me, pull me in
Stampeding down the road of sin.
I needed one who'd crossed before
To guide me to the other shore.
I cried out in my loneliness
For help to cross the wide abyss;
I had to find a faithful friend
To walk with me to journey's end.
I felt a hand enclose my own,
Although I thought I was alone;
Beside me stood the One I knew
Who would prove strong to see me through.
He's guiding me and all who dare
To walk with Him life's thoroughfare.
The path He takes crosses the tide
That sweeps the road from side to side.
It's hard to walk against the press
Of self and all unrighteousness,
But Jesus works to help me stay
Upon the straight and narrow way.
Someday, together, we will stand,
Who've walked with Jesus. hand in hand,
Upon that other happy shore
Where sin and sorrow are no more.
We'll know in fullness then the rest
That children find on mother's breast
When weary, frightened little feet
Have finally, safely crossed the street.


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Grace for Ash Wednesday

                            

                            We pray to you LORD this Ash Wednesday,

                            To thank you for this hoard of plenty,
                              
                            For us to be charitable to those not so

                            Well possessed of the world's largesse.


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Hymn Two: For Ascension

Christ’s ascended! He’s not here!
He’s gone back to His Father.
Since He’s gone we’ve nought to fear,
For we shall follow after.
If Jesus’ death was seen to be
By God the just satisfactory,
Then we can be quite confident,
That we shall follow where he went!
Then we can be quite confident,
That we shall follow where he went!

Christ’s ascended! He’s not here!
But He’s sent us something better.
Now He’s gone God’s twice as near,
And He’s made us twice a debtor.
His Holy Spirit dwells within
And gives us victory over sin.
He lets us know that He is Lord,
He is our comforter and sword!
He lets us know that He is Lord,
He is our comforter and sword!

Christ’s ascended! He’s not here!
But he hasn’t ceased to love us.
As below he had the Father’s ear,
Now in Heav’n He prays above us.
Even though He reigns ascended,
His servanthood has not yet ended.
He has for us prepared a feast,
And prays for us as our high priest!
He has for us prepared a feast,
And prays for us as our high priest!

Christ’s ascended! He’s not here!
He’ll come back, the angel told us.
Till He returns we’ll persevere,
For in His hand He holds us.
He’ll come back just as he went,
From the clouds in marvellous descent.
He’ll come back to claim his own,
And rule the world on David’s throne!
He’ll come back to claim his own,
And rule the world on David’s throne!


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Holy Roller

Oh! Holy roller.
Drink some water.
Then go out in the world, 
and breath some air.

Oh! Holy roller.
If you need a friend.
Try and think of me, 
and I'll be there.

When you're down and out, 
and you need a friend.
Try and think of me, 
and I'll be there.

And when you're lonely, 
and you need a friend.
Try and think of me, 
and I'll be there.

Oh! Holly roller.
Drink some water.
Then go out in the world, 
and breath some air.

Oh! Holy roller.
If you need a friend.
Just open up your arms, 
and I'll be there.

Just open up your arms, 
and I'll be there..

Religious Hymn By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,2014..ALL rights reserved..


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Friendship Is Not Generational or Religious

I have a friend that I met from across the World
We are about as different as two friends could be
And yet we are both of this World
We are both the same as two people could be.

Our Religons are totally different
Our ages aren't even close
And yet we have this really great friendship
Who knows why? Who really knows?

She is young and Beautiful
She hasn't yet walked through Motherhood's Door
I am the old and Seasoned One
I have seen it all before.

We both have a love of knowledge
We both love learning about Time and Space
We are both bucking all the conventions
About what 'IS' a 'Woman's Place!'

Of what is true friendship formed?
Of what is it born?
Does it come from Tiffany's?
Can it span across the seas?

Is it in the clothes that we both like to wear?
Is it in the way we both wear our hair?
Is it in the words that between the two of us are spoken?
Is it in the ideas that we have shared?

I think Friendship is born out of a mutual respect
I think it is a mutual admiration
It is recognizing someone for who they really are inside
And not from what country they live in
Or which neighborhood in which they reside.

It is sharing laughter and sharing tears
It is talking to each other about your greatest fears
It is getting to know one another
In spite of the differences in our lives and in our years.
And loving every minute of it.

I have found out during this past year
During this new friendship's time
That friendships can and do
Cross religious and generational lines.

Personalities are the important thing
They are the things that really shine
Nationalities are just and only words
And Religious views don't even matter.


*This poem is dedicated to my friend *Rock'n'Love* who checked in with me from 
*Across the World* on New Year's Eve and made it more than *Fun!*  

(January 1, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved