Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
It’s a common saying that is decoded from the look of a man
But of a truth, genuine and true beauty is beyond what the eyes can see
Only the heart can feel it
It glows with such power, even the ‘blind’ will perceive
Regardless of our status, rich or poor
Aboriginality, the language or cultural background
We all can see and perceive this inner beauty with the same view
One advice for my fellow brothers,
Always by pass the look go straight inward
And from the inward, outward appearance can be well appreciated
And advice for everyone
As you take time to make up the physical beauty
Create more time to nurture the inner one
For when you are inwardly ugly
The outward projection is nothing but a fake
Copyright © Joshua Akinwande
Do eye need a kis. Eye need a girl to kis. Eye have a girl that eye can kis.
Eye have kis her in the rain. Eye have kis her in mye heart. Eye have kis her in
mye start of every day for years of love. Eye have only to the kis to go to read more
into kis to find the place she dwells in this old mortal frame of yearning
dwelling place. The kis is purple bliss of alarm blazing love waking me from
death like a Snow White Charmed young man a captive smith to Pocahontas
fame. A dandelion flower lost in the caverns of the depths Ianthe drowning mee
in sea ward tufts of left and right bouts of beating on the air to keep from sliding
to the depths of drowning in her arms of love. A leap at faith a death reprieved
from Grounded Grave a leaping portent making waves of Gragon wings. An
attitude of love refrained in every tuft of wind again the sound of love the beating
of the water on the roof of tin the sound of kis inside the wind and rain. A younger
man and woman would have hardware in the way the nose and yes the nose gay
and the corners of the vampyrific fangs. The center of the tongue is one the belly
button too. The snooker table has a cue it’s called the ball extender bridge it's a
cheater it’s made to let the basest man to reach her in the wind. There is so
many problems with people the gas is oughta sight at the pumps this country is
no longer prominent but a third world country going south. The end of time has
come and arrived the ruthless and worthless rule in the name of god money and
time. Take a number wait in line what’s your name please fill this out and wait.
The number of his namme. Have you got a credit card or payment of any kind iff
you can give me seven dollars for an office visit eye will help you the doctor is inn.
The man was lighting a candle in front of the computer and the lieberrian asked
him what do you think you are doing he said eye cannot see the screen. There is
not very many rich people in all those cars on the highway whizzing by the most of
them is middle class or less the plastic hose on the back seat is a siphon they
use it to get gas. Eye had too many problems at home growing up to ever be a
father. The age factor plus the drug indicator keeps me from trying to further my
benefactor with fodder or with mudder. The morality of this hurried fable of
dividing documents is this a kis.
Copyright © charles hice
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!
Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.
I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.
Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.
As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.
As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.
The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.
She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free
Copyright © njeri hunjeri
Slowly dancing in the wind, swaying as to music
Rocking like a ship at sea to the whims of air and water
Her face shone bright with the tears of heaven
By consorts of every shape and hue, this elegant lady stood
White on white, her gown shown among those dressed in like manner
Looking upward, she opened to the rising sun
~Christopher Thor Britt
Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt
~True Story Of Abuse~
Marrying her at an immature age, older by 30 years,
arranged marriage by her father.
Abuse started from day one.
Raped fiercely that night, screamed for hours unable
to move, she dozed off.
Ordering her to get his tray of breakfast, in bed,
once in with the tray, he glared at her,
with ferocious eyes, snatched it, smashed it on her head,
the boiling coffee burning her face, the glass hit her head
strongly, a mortal blow, she lost conscious.
He held her by her hair opened a dark small room
threw her inside, and closed the door. Not knowing
what to do, her face hurting from the burns,
the head bleeding from the glass, so tortured
she dozed off.
A bang the door opens he snatches her from her hair again
take her to the dirty old bed, and begins raping her like
a wild animal. She lost conscious, and woke up again in
the same dark room, dirty, aching, hungry, helpless,
not knowing when someone anyone would come
to her rescue.
After a few nights the same procedure, she started
fainting out of weakness. One dark night he carried
her far in his car, she felt being thrown out,
Awake in the hospital completely blind screamed?
where am I? mother please dad, her mum held her
caressed her, told her what is wrong with her,
due to the abuse of days and nights.
Sorry my child, you will be blind, disfigured, pregnant
but please don't worry, we will take care of you and
Apologizing and crying. They took her home that
day, to her room.They left the room, she never saw
them again, she committed suicide later a knife
right into her heart. Bled to death.
Her true story as an abused newly wed.
Copyright © Therese Bacha
Today opening my door to descent the steps to visit my garden
makes my dreams come true, my green garden enlightens
my heart most of the time i spend it there, whispering with
my roses, watching the very old green trees, watering the
green grass, i love it.
Suddenly my heart starts beating just found an envelope with
white roses sleeping at my doorsteps, anxious to discover the
sender, with a huge smile my surprise, it was from my darling,
You are the woman of my dreams, I am taking the liberty to
announce, you are my reason to live, if you are not in my life
I will not tolerate my existence one moment longer, I need to
become stronger to carry you towards our love nest share our
hot body, love the love that will slowly put off that burning fire
between us under our green trees very soon.
Lay your roses down, free your hand to hold mine, together,
we will walk towards our green garden and dream of that day
when our eyes will meet to become bride and bridegroom
surrounded by the green trees everywhere, friends clapping
so hard for us to engage with that beautiful touch of our lips,
a sign you belong to me forever.
Will you marry me my woman with green eyes? Oh! yes yes
I screamed not realizing he is not here but a letter in my
hand, the invitation for my own wedding, how blessed we are.
The weather was happy the full moon lighted up the outside
view to watch my roses blossom and maybe tomorrow we will
walk together not only to get married we will upgrade our
thoughts to the highest peak,we will reach our goals by living
as one, we will enjoy whenever we can and endure when we must,
we will not anticipate trouble or unhappiness about what may
or may not happen, but we will walk towards our green garden,
soon as husband and wife.
We will not allow any obstacle stop us from becoming what
needed to be successful, in love always, my heart was
instantly beating towards positive thoughts a husband to love
to sleep with, to cook, to wash, to wake up in the morning have
our cup of coffee in the fresh air, i will stand by my man,
no matter what.
A beautiful marriage in my green garden, all surrounded by huge
green trees ancient as this house belonged to my grandfather
and I inherited it.
I felt like getting married with all those greeneries surrounding
our guests i will place 100 white chairs on each side on the green
grass, and the aisle in the middle with green ribbons on the chairs,
at the end will be the priest standing behind a white table on it
a beautiful green table cloth the chalice and cross next to the bible
between white roses and greeneries.
I need to sleep to wake up early run to my garden and prepare
the roses to share and whisper to me how beautiful they will
become on that unforgettable day, the green grass will emerge
to beautify their existence for our guests, the huge green trees
will wave endlessly with the wind, a flow of some breeze.
We will be married as soon as he walks through my door,maybe today, tomorrow or after tomorrow.
Now we became a family with my green garden it will live to shine and
share the amazing wedding of two lovers married at last with the green
beauty of our garden.
At that moment my thoughts tried to trick me in a discrete
conversation saying, how do you know you will be happy?
can you guarantee that happiness will exist? those were my
repulsive thoughts, disregarding them, i shook my head
with sophistication a vigorous reply we will become
Thee couple in love forever.
Our unique marriage in our Green Garden Of Eden was televised that day
a huge surprise to us and our guests by a close friend as a wedding gift.
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Copyright © Therese Bacha
~Who What Where~
A friends true story.
One of those days while walking in the mall
I noticed a camera man running after me
asked if he can interview me about a survey
concerning those 3 words Where What Who
concerning marriage. Although I am a reporter
I didn't know why I agreed maybe it would
help other teenagers not to do the same
mistake my friend did. I had to tell her story.
The camera was on me then all of a sudden
What were her plans?
She was still at school the last year when finishing
her studies she was planning to marry her boyfriend
one day and work with him at his Boutique but
her father never liked him as he was not from
the same country.
Where is she from?
She's from a small state living with a very strict father
and an old fashion envierment, he always stood in her
way never allowed her to grow up building her own
personality he even forced her to get married.
Who was she going to marry?
She was young and got married to a man chosen by
her father only met him once following the traditions in the
old days he was older than her by 25 years.
Where did she get married?
She got married at church the ceremony took place
after that as bride & groom they stood at the door saying
their goodbye to each guest some would kiss some only
What happened that day at church?
It was full 300 guests waiting for the bride in a beautiful
white wedding dress a veil to hide her face she was a virgin
in her hands a bouquet of white roses, held by her dads arm
to walk all the way to be given by hand to her future husband.
What happened afterwards?
That day passed away so quickly she found herself a bride at
his home for the first time the night is here all alone with her
husband very quiet man there was no champagne no smiles no
music no talking only his routine ordered her to go find the
bedroom change in a black night gown and wait for him.
Where did she wait for him?
She searched for a normal bedroom as everything was upside down
everywhere she found one with a single bed undone ugly color on the
verge to start crying but had to hold back afraid went into bed disgusted instead of dreaming of a beautiful wedding night imagining how her
evening will progress dreaming of love like a bride would be thinking of.
She knew how unlucky her life will be since she entered his home.
What happened in that bedroom?
She was waiting he comes in half naked no kissing no talking no
nothing but sleeping with her in a few seconds he goes off
walking out from the bedroom to have his dinner back to bed
turns his back and in a second he was snoring.
What Who Where the camera man was screaming? your joking,
no sir she was not joking after that night she ran away from his
home back to her dad and told him seriously what happened and
that she wanted to divorce him and never see him again.
What happened to her since? Who is she with ? Where is she living now?
She got married to her boyfriend after a few years very happily married.
A joyful ending until she passed away leaving two beautiful well grown up children by now.
I as a writer and reporter i get motivated to write poetry after
reading the title. But that was a painful story, so sad.
Copyright © Therese Bacha
So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?
If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
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Copyright © Ann Rich
I can’t wait to have a love match
With you in a love nest
Surrounded by love-lies-bleeding
Sitting on the love seat
Where we hold a love knot together
And with love beads around your neck
After which we’ll travel down to Love-land
Where we will be joined in a love-in
Copyright © Joshua Akinwande
Why did you take my wedding ring? Did taking it give you a zing? Did hurting me give you a
double ring in your b b thing? Did the carats make your heart sing?
Did you think your new lady would like my ring? Wouldn’t it sting her to know whose thing
that was first darling?
That hurt more than anything. Why did you take my ring?
Copyright © Marie Harrison
L'amour pour les brebis ont des yeux est la même que iff nous wed.
Les sentiments qu'elle me donne ne sont jamais remplis d'effroi.
Mais rien ne peut rosée, elle me ferait jamais vouloir liquidation morts, mais la
vie à l'amour qu'ils font le temps de vie au lieu. Eye pourrait marcher les couloirs
de la mémoire et de vous déprimé ou des yeux pourrait devenir une religieuse
coupable dans le plaisir et repos dans le couvent jusqu'à ce que la mort peut
nous part de rosée de la mort peut donner mais ce qui me reste de l'amour.
Comment un homme peut obtenir si excitée un peu au point vert en quelques
clics de souris, puis une zone de chat blanc froid. L'encre n'est jamais humide
sur papier mye frisolée encore là, il est son amour. Quand elle me sourit oeil
sourire quand elle fronce les sourcils yeux pleurent une rivière de la stuffins
conservés dans tout repose autochtones découlant de faire une faute de la mort
semblent quelque peu à écrire les mots à la mandé coeur s'écarter de
s'inquiéter et de malheur et de prendre le tout nouveau départ Et bientôt tout ça
fonctionne pour l'amour. Blanche-Neige, elle a mangé la pomme, puis est
tombé à s'endormir rapidement mais Charlax venu à l'embrasser et à vivre son
éveil. Prince Charlax bons baisers.
En direct sur le ruisseau la pêche de libellules dans une maison de l'amour.
Mending coeur de charme. Faire l'amour dans le coeur. Mye neige blanche tortue
pookie pochoucntous amour mon amour mon internet thrall. Nous pouvons avoir
tout juste à tenir sur mes namme et de l'amour.
Les chercheurs ont maintenant prouvé que l'amour peut réparer un cœur brisé.
Copyright © charles hice
Vows were taken, and prayers said, on that warm day,
Of their blessed wedding day, that fulfilled
The dream that had been seen, and fantasies thought.
And the Angel’s dress already bought, and nurtured
At the source of that Great River, River Nile…
Her little girl fantasy came to life, when Andy held
Her at the alter, and the two came together
As man and wife, that bright day,
That the church was filled with stars,
Coming from galaxies both near and far.
No tears were shed when exchanging the rings.
And kissing when on glasses there were clings,
She looked gorgeous before him in a gown of white
‘Cause the angel in her was such a wondrous sight,
As waters poured from the lake, into the Great River
They danced on the softest clouds of gold
And began the promise to have and to hold.
We’ll remember her veil and the long matching train
And know how she looked when taking his name
And became Mrs Balondemu, at the source of the Great River
That day was be filled with joy and with love
And heaven sent blessings from God up above.
Sadly the day came to an end.
But the angel now has a lover and friend
Fulfilling a love, brewed at the Source!
Copyright © Charles Mwalimu
Look closely. What do you see? A white rabbit in snow.
No? I’m the memory of a bride, wedded to eternity:
an extincting marriage. Draped in a pearl gown.
Laced to the throat. Dressed like some decadent uneaten cake,
ignore the teeth marks in the shadowed parts.
I was his bridal-feast and now I feast on white,
it’s in my breath and crackles in each bulbous vein.
It eats me from the inside like an infection:
my white veil now my shroud. The crows gather,
their pebbles eyes stare.
I’ll be the portrait of a bride, the hollow image,
slant-hanging in an echoing bedroom, the odour
of rose petals masking the creamed bed.
Certainty can die in a heartbeat.
Search my lifeless, unblinking eyes,
wash your feet in their shallow waves-
these puddles can’t overflow, the wound’s opening deeper.
I’ll leave your moon-daisies in my hair and feel them wilt,
or grow, rooting themselves to my mind.
My skin’s the colour of cobwebs;
I could stitch myself together and become, in the right light,
a remembered figure. My veiled face could be any other bride’s.
But the stench of my clenched wound forces me to shut Spring out.
Numb the clocks, each tick the sound of grinding teeth.
Dressed to die, am I already dead?
He did not want my skin, the one that I gave him,
but it’s no longer mine; it hangs loosely on the precipice.
When in doubt, I loved; who knew
that the skin could still bruise after death.
In this skeleton costume, the statis blinds.
The new moon watches obliquely;
If I am still enough he’ll think I’m stone;
he won’t recognise my newly marble heart:
the dead meat-organ hard and cold.
I fade and even the outline of my shadow disappears.
I ooze that white smell from every pore and it
twists my unbreaking insides into knots.
I am decay, all I touch turns white
but watch me yellow as the moon grows,
beaming in the candlelight.
Give me his heart.
This ghost-bride is owed a heart.
Copyright © Daniel Dixon
The curtain slowly rises...the audience is spell-bound
by the appearance of royalty
Act 1, Scene 1
King Henry VIII: O adored wife, you never drew
another man to your breasts;
have I loved you more or less?
King Henry VIII: O voluptuous lips that have kissed mine,
when roses spurred to greatness,
is your trust in me flimsy or fortified?
Queens Katherine: Why are you asking me this,
beloved husband, if the promise
of that young virgin was more than true?
I have desired your strong arms around me,
to dispel my fears and doubts on many moonless and frightening nights...
when the northern wind ruthlessly entered in the chambers,
and blew out all the candles that were more aromatic than columbines!
O dearest love, which need I didn't provide you by touch?
King Henry VIII: No, sweeheart everything you offered me,
but lust for another woman led me astray...
leaving your marital bed and sneaking away!
Queen Katherine: O dishonorable husband, what made you so unfaithful...
if I made you the vessel of these dreams,
to transport me on soft waves like cherubs' wings?
King Henry VIII: Not enough passion in love-making, insensible wife...
permitting your guilt prevent the pleasure
I sought in every embrace and intimate feeling,
to boost this amorous ego without ending!
Queen Katherine: How dare you say that, unmeritous husband...
while your attention was focused on a mistress?
King Henry VIII: How can you blame me, uncaring wife...
making me escape and causing me to cheat?
Queen Katherine: This marriage took place under the eyes of the Almighty,
and you solemnly swore to honor me,
to love me, to strengthen me and to spend a lifetime
of joys, of hopes and sorrows through love and fidelity!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci
April 24, 2011
End of the line
For it is directly time
That we will be
Just you and me
The way God has sent
You know we were meant
That we should always live
And always give
The way we see
And it will be
Through all we will endeavor
Our hearts are one
And will not be undone
Will not separate
In this time not ever irate
But hand In hand
Listen to the band
I always long
That they play our song
Across the threshold I will carry
Directly after I marry
And make you my wife
For the rest of my life
The beginning of the line
Forever through all of time
Copyright © William Moore
Like a thief at midnight
He came along
Sending whispers down my heart
And shivers down my spine
Entrapped in his line,I was
They say he is a master of all trades
But he passed my way today
And even I was caught unaware
But then he opened his eyes
And lit up my life
And everyday I hope
He never blinks
That this light never dies out
The one that makes me smile.
Copyright © Ann Okotha
There is a man sitting opposite
In a red and black striped shirt.
His eyes are a little mincey
And his forehead frowns
Of its own accord.
He smells a bit like Christmas.
He is not a summer man.
He is married.
His wedding day was happy,
Many friends attended.
He was young and now he is old
And the wedding ring grows inwards
As the wrinkles expand.
His hair is thinning.
When he looks in the mirror
He is a little shocked.
But his infant depression
Is distracted by the smell of autumn
He is going to a lover,
He has that pretence about him.
But his hands betray some intelligence
Which his small and wonky nose destroys.
The best thing is
That he has no idea
I am writing this.
I don’t like his shoes.
I will stop now.
It seems awfully mean.
Copyright © Frances Scott
If nine lives are to be lived
I feel I’ve lived them all
Since I last saw your face
If a man dies a thousand deaths
I feel I’ve died them all
Since I last felt your lips
If looking is forever
Then I’ve seen eternity
Since last I saw your eyes
If the sky never ends
Neither will father time
Until I hold you once again
If time flies by
So too it was
With you and I
For the moments I held you
Were far to mere
There’s no place for me
That doesn’t hold your face
The sunrises and sunsets
Only remind me
Of the wind blowing through your hair
When I breathe the morning air
There’s nothing but your scent
If words make a man foolish
Then such a fool am I
For the only thing I speak of
Is my open heart and soul
Is the only voice I hear
Copyright © Mike Hamill
Grace Will Be Dancing
By Curtis Johnson
2 Corinthians 9:12 NIV
Far from the peaceful and prosperous shores of America
A blessed e-mail came one day from a lady in Africa
I always rejoice in my spirit and cry in my heart
When Grace is so thankful for our little part
Because of a gift, she has been greatly relieved
She’s happy now that she can pay some school fees
She will buy sugar for grandma and something for herself
She said that a friend name Gerald went to a village to start a church
She will share the gift with him, because she fills bless with much
She said that she has a favorite song to which she will be dancing
Grace said that because she cannot sing that she will dance
Perhaps her friends also know her song, but they may not
Know the total reason that she is dancing
No doubt they will here the same outward music
But I am certain, Grace hears a difference beat, deep
Within her heart; and that’s the music to which she is dancing
At her friend’s wedding, Grace will be dancing
At her church, while others are singing her favorite song,
So happy and so grateful, Grace will, so gracefully, be dancing.
Copyright © curtis johnson
This is Being Written For A Very Special Girl, A Lady Who Means the Whole Wide World To Me.
And As You Read Between The Lines Of Mines You'll Find that My Heart Belongs to You
Completely.So Look No Futher For Your Search Is Over This Man Loves You A Million Times
More Than Casanova. Romeo Ain't Got Nothing On me.Cause Ive Pledged My Love, My
Heart,My Mind, MY Body And Soul to You Completely. To See You Smile Makes My Heartbeat
Go wild and To Hear You SaY You love Me ,Sounds More Beautiful Than any Love Song Ever
Created In History!Living without You is Driving Me Crazy and I hope The Feelings Are Mutual
and You love me To Baby!! I would Lay My Life On the Line For You, I would Even Die For You If
I Had to Now and forever. Because I've Dedicated my Heart To You For Eternity!!
Copyright © Joseph Yamaguchi
This taste on my lips that I should,
Devour, delight without hesitate.
A cup of bliss that I hate.
Another round of wine,
A spoonful of something divine,
A scent that I miss.
In every stare that we hold.
What is behind the mask,
A question noone dare to ask.
It is more than silly,
But it's just a thought,
A slight detour I should sought?
Sunrise is peeking,
Time is ticking,
Oh how I wish I could stay,
Hold your hand as we sway.
Cloud is waving,
Moon is hiding,
As we bid farewell,
As I walk on the path I know well.
Copyright © Erika Lee
Most men reiterate the infirmities of flesh the scars so proud to show so scary
but so worthwhile like Tom Sawyers Toe. The boys eye meet on the street hold
up they shirts and say look so neat the knife came all the way across and then
they brag so braggart the facts and get another illegal drink for most of them use
the alley they are too young to sit the bar stool anyway. The seldom used door
long locked against the thief they lean upon each other's arm in misery for one
so young to fall prey to john barely corn.
The eye used to drink it down convinced it was the best thing in town and let me
tell you all it was hard to put it down but the punch line of my story is the sobriety.
Jesus saves in different ways each person is not the same. He never changes
but the person changes to fit the mold of HIS direction. The soups cold and the
meat is not too hot and the butter never melts but eye am so happy not to drink.
The wet rain falls upon my brow and makes me frown but somehow the son
always shines for me as well and love is just around.
The edges of my mind are filled with happiness her name is love she is ewe my
loneliness is gone my loveliness has come.
Rules for English words stop me from making rhymes and so the words come
out so strang and yet she thinks she loves she moves the mountains between
us and GOD is in my heart and love is also there from her to make me live just
until it is time to die and leave her to carry on in Heaven to build a place to stay a
picnic ready to be eaten in the grass of Heaven just inside the doorway.
There were many people stories in my bible to read there was a Nazarene who
never cut his hair it is said they never drink wine?
He is drinking wine in Heaven with his JESUS now.
Copyright © charles hice
This poem is about me the JesusFreak Charlaxandroidoneseven.
Homeless scrounge a little better than a thief my legacy is poetry as eye leave
this world behind to go on to JESUS Heaven eye write and leave behind some
thoughtful insights of this life. Snail mail was nice. She afforded me the bus ride
that makes the life so much better than the walking endless walking always late
no one is talking anymore of sending me my latter day relief. All my websites is
always free my poetry is added in the hopes that gentile readers everywhere can
see the JESUS freak in mee.
As eye ride the bus eye see into the futyre it is bleak there is nothing saved no
money towers castles laundered pines nothing will outlast the fire.
Money is not god only in this lifetime did the eye even afford to use some eye
cannot repay my source it all comes to me from GOD. You and yew and ewe and
even eue too cannot repay the LORD. Bread and corn and silver too no he did not
ever promise all of that to you but Abraham my father had some GOLD and so
does the Charlax told a heart is given me in love she knoes just how much eye
try to endeavor in my eye to give her love. Food Reported just TODAY there is
some popped corn in a bag and eye am wearing brand new jeans again that
makes THREE pants for layers but BOZO iz not jealous eye look just okay and
very nice today I'm eating bread no wine sober is the man in love iff she is
reading this one see her smile it is enought for love to win the time to return to
heart to make her remember love. We have the same heart in the same place in
the same body and when she smiles at me the world turns right side up and
upside down. Nothing is perfect and nothing is without problems but ewe she is
perfectly in mine.
eye am cutting all my fabels in the halve this is part one
Copyright © charles hice
As I was sitting Here Just contemplating about us, I
found myself totally loving you unconditional, fully
and completely. I cant wait for the moment to come when
im finally able to gaze into you're beautiful loving
eyes and fully express all of my love for you. In Which
I harbor inside of me. On that Day I'll Gently kiss you
upon your sweet sensual Lips and tenderly enfold you
within my loving arms and ever so softly whisper into
Your ear all of my hearts piece of mind,so that you'll
know within your heart, your mind, your body and soul
that I really do love You and I'll never ever let
Copyright © Joseph Yamaguchi
31fabel this is part two please read part one first
All Hail the Power of JESUS name a song on you tube a great refrain the ewe is
so sublime she loves my lord she loves the SON as much as eye. Healthy is a
term designed to fool the masses in a hopeless mess of ashes a world
destroyed by fire imagine holding on to preconceived ideas and religious
gnashes biting thorns of crackers smallish pieces of the breaded JESUS come
and ruin all decay in me today and fill my love with healthy life and let her live and
bless herself amen and take all my nerves and mend them without whiskey let
me win the battle is now mine the end in sight the day is come the walls of
Jericho are falling all around.
We both like Fogarty the singer of the creedence song.
We both like dandelions' how they come apart. We both like dragonflies the
wings so far apart. Rain in the summer love in the winter life in the spring.
The little silver color in the box. The happy that we do when we talk man and wife.
The prayers that come to the mind unbidden as we talk yearning just for kisses
yearning just for time to love. A robot heart hidden in a real love an android one
charlax seven molded in the form of a CREEDENCE song. Without an ending a
poem never stops in side of heaven is my love she it is that rules me lets me
love. A wonderful purple flower hidden in a tall tree it is she. This is charlax seven
Copyright © charles hice