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Premium Member Who I Am

I guess some questions are hard to define
Like the desert landscape I’ve changed with time

I’ve spent my life dealing with a monkey
A dope cook, convict, a worthless junkie

A prison gang member, nothing to lose
Then one day I stepped out of those shoes

Decided to change whatever the cost
Prove in this life, hope is never lost

42-years of living the wrong way
I turned to the Lord and gave it away

I am old and gray with wisdom for truth
I hope that I can enlighten the youth

I serve Jesus Christ for he is my Lord
Picked up my Bible and laid down my sword

I’m a student who truly loves to learn
I reckon in this life, I’ve earned my turn

I’m a man who truly adores my wife
Guiding my kids through the trials of life

A born again christen able to see 
A poet’s heart is bubbling in me

Everything a man could be in this life
Serving my Lord in honor of my wife

A man who made use of all his regret
I’m the morning sunrise, evening sunset
Form: Couplet

Wheel of Fate

In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
What is given in abundance will surely be taken away.
Leaving only questions of why that scald and burn
When the bill seems so unfairly high to accept and pay.

For the lean will yap on the heels of prosperous fat
A dire warning that silver linings are a one way gate.
For when I blindly come out to take my turn to bat
I'm unaware of the curve ball thrown by fickle fate.

So I bargain with God and Fate and Lady Luck
Omnipotent in some far off nebulous recess.
In rules beyond my understanding I am stuck
A helpless pawn in their intricate game of chess.

For fortune can shatter and turn on a simple dime
I search for meaning in a game I don't wish to play.
In the running sands of my life and remaining time
Illusive hope the only constant I pray for today.

In perpetual slow motion the wheel of fate will turn,
Surely giving back that which has been taken away.
Everlasting hope and despair that evolve and churn
As I drink deeply from the cup of maybe-some-day.
Form: Rhyme

There Goes Your Life

There goes your life
Ain't ya gonna get it?
It's gonna pick up speed
Ain't ya gonna stop it?

I don't know where it's going
But it doesn't look so great
I think you better stop it
Before it gets too late

I think you ought to slow it down
Before it gets in a crash
Think of what may lie ahead
And don't do anything else rash

There goes your life
I hope that it can swim
I hope that nothing too bad comes
Because of your sudden, stupid whim

There goes your life
You set it on it's way
Now ain't ya gonna catch it?
Or shall we close our eyes and pray?


April 2010
Form: Quatrain


Bliss

bound beautifully in blossoms bossom
bend backwards in in time 
the blissful nature nutures the negative
turning on the glow positive energy endeavoring everyone
and goodhearted gladness gathering goodness from within
the kiss planted on your heart heals all hurts
the blessed kiss from an angel
angles the blessing to heal all from within
the time to spread such joy is everyday of the year
the hope abound from a common cause
causes all good cheer from year to year

caressed carefully in caual curiosity
the candles glow brightens away the shadows
the goodness in us all shines thoroughly thru
the bliss of life is overwhelming
and leaves us giddy with hope eternal
and brings spring early into our lives
to liven up the spirits the have darkened over the years
our days shall always have a halo of hope
we just need a little bliss to illuminate it

Games

How much longer do I keep playing games?
I thought this was over and done.
I'm not sure I can keep this going
I know I should have cut and run.

I seem to have gotten a little confused
the ground rules seem unclear.
I'm not sure I know what I want
or where I go from here.

I say my prayers for some clarity
in the hope I can see some sense
I try to make decisions
no more sitting on the fence.

It's one thing knowing what must be done
it's another to want to start
but going round in circles
wrecks havoc with mind and heart.

I just hope the light goes on
so I can clearly see my way
but something seems to pull me back
and this game again I play
Form: Quatrain

Racing Thoughts

Listen …. Hear that?
Quiet
I’m all alone. No one here
(I hope she’s ok) Now I can write
Computer hum, traffic noise
	Hear that
Radio talking to me and
Selling me
(I hope she’s ok)
Something …
	Computer’s humming
And the Red Sox lost again
(Carry on my wayward son…)
She wants me to add her as a friend
No way! (I hope she’s ok)
Too ugly!
(Lay your weary head to rest…)
What’s this about the Patriots?
(I hope she’s ok) I missed it
(Once I rose above the noise and confusion)
(Please let it be easy for her!!!!)
Wow, it’s quiet around here
(Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion….)
Nice and quiet here today
What the hell was I doing?
(I hope she’s ok)


Blind

In a calm black
Darker than darkness
I'm perfectly blind
With ignorance to confess

All there is that I can sense
Is the movement of my chest
I can hear and imagine
Nothing besides my breath

This place is unfamiliar
Yet I've been here many times
The same color, the same silence
You'd not sense a life or dime

Although the lack of light
Would seem to impend doom
Somehow I feel infinite hope
As if it thrives in this dark room

I want my eyes to open
But they stay closed for unknown reason
I long for a flicker of light
In this black so cold, so freezing

I hope and I hope for a sight to come
What I'll see, I don't know
All I know is I'm blind to the future 
And all I have for it is hope


March 2010
Form: Quatrain

The Thoughts of the Abandoned - a Message of Hope For Us All

He looked up at the skies as if he saw the heavens open as his heart bled

seeing the clouds engulf the face of the earth

reluctantly, he was glad he was living

a lifeless soul, but still breathing

the mysterious misery of his daily life left him stranded and soaked in his worldly desires

drenched in the tears of his abominable fears

he lived outside in the cold, the last place he preferred

he lost his job, couldn't pay his rent

he went around begging, humiliated

this thought continually recurred in his head "How do I start all over again"




He lay outside in the cold for over  two months

shivering in tears, gnashing for hope

feeling abandoned

to him all hope was lost




Good news!

a letter of appointment had arrived at his former residence

the present occupant read the name on it

to his amazement, it was addressed to his current residence and had the name of the former
occupant

the man in the paper who had taken his life by slashing his wrists



Please don't give up

your time will come

here is a message of hope for us all.
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I Am Not God

I am not god.
So I cannot see everything you claim to do,
all that ails you, all the work you do.
I can only hope you do it.

I am not god.
I cannot read your mind, if you wish for something
sometimes you’ll just have to ask,
I can only hope you will.

I am not god.
So I ask you please stop expecting perfection of me.
I can’t always change the world, but I see the beauty in the filth.
I can only hope you try to.

I am not god.
I am not you either father. I cannot and do not see,
think, or act like you, or how you wish. I am me.
I can only hope you get that.

Louis Armstrong and Abraham Lincoln

Louis:  How are things down there? Hear the Northern and Southern States are 
having quite the disagreement. Congrats for becoming president.

Abraham:  You're right about the unrest. I just hope a war doesn't break out soon. 
How did you get so far- and even leave Earth - in the first place? 
Seems to me it would be colder than ice out there!

Louis:  Thank goodness for rockets and spacesuits. That's what enaabled me to 
travel to the moon - not that I expect you to understand in your time! And believe 
me you're right about the cold! Feels great to be weightless too.

Abraham:  Man on the moon sure is quite the achievement. Probably beats all these 
appointments I have! Well, have to sign bills, meet people, and so forth. Have a 
great time and bring back a moon rock!

Louis:  Thanks and hope you don't get too busy! Going to spend a while out here 
and hooray for America!  See you later.
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Premium Member Untimely Fig

There is a cluster of figs
One is good size not far from getting ripe
But this time of year on this hillside
Next to the creek soon frost could come
Ole' Jack Frost bringing that white

Devoring tender shoots and figs
Figs that are late out of season 
So as to speak
But there is hope for that one fig

Maybe I will get to taste of its
Delicate fruit that is delicious
Wonderful to the hungry soul
I hope that I do; nothing like a mature fig

Sun's Shadow, Prequel

The Shadow of the Sun
Empty conversations full of 
words with no point…
Happy statements that hide 
what is real…
Long talks that betray nothing 
of the past…
Days on end of words 
exchanged…but no insight to 
the truth...
Years of close contact…but 
nothing has been revealed…
The truth is like a shadow…
hiding in the sun…
The shadow that shines in 
darkness…that is the dark of 
the moon…
The sun’s warmth sheds no 
light…on the fear that is 
within…
The youth of yesterday holds 
the key inside…and treasures 
the gift of trust…
The warrior inside fears loss 
and pain from vulnerability…but 
finds refuge in absolute love…
Mutual unfailing loyalty…is what 
keeps the cracked heart 
beating…
The scars ignored only…when 
loves embrace infinitely 
shields…against the eternal 
pain…
The foreigner unceasingly 
waited…to sneak a peek 
inside…but found instead the 
fulfillment…to keep them both 
alive…
The hindrance of time and 
money…only increases the 
need…to embrace to stop the 
fear…to keep the past’s damage 
from resurfacing…
The darkness fills the void…of 
icy caves of loss…the hope from 
mature youth…strives to heal 
the ancient wounds…
 The absence of absolute 
physical presence…stunts the 
hope given by youth’s 
ceaseless friendship…
The past’s agony…kept 
obscure…by the fabricated 
contentment…burns the torn 
soul of the angel inside…
The hope that attempts to 
banish the shadow…increased 
by the love of many…shines 
brightly…shrouded by the 
Shadow…of the Sun…
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This Much

This Much

                 this much I need and a bit more 
                 a smiling face to go with the knock at my door
                 the wind that blows and the snow that falls
                 childrens laughter echoing down the halls
                 a rose in bloom beside the garden path
                 a robin sitting upon the edge of the bird bath
                 a dear friend to drop by and sit
                 to share sweet memories for a bit.

                 this much I need and a little more
                 sometimes things are worth asking for
                 a comrade to be near, to learn to face my fears
                 to speak of folks with kind words
                 tell the good things we have heard
                 the comfort of family and friends
                 to cherish the time with them you spend
                 hope that these things never end

                 this much I need and so much more
                 I crave, I hunger, I long for
                 I need a house, I need a warm fire
                 whatever else I may desire
                 to have a special someone in my heart
                 pray we are strong enough that we don't fall apart
                 a bit of food to eat, a good book to read
                 hope it's not to much to ask, this much I need
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Surrounded By Evil Eyes

I see the shots,
I hear the screams.
See devil eyes,
they look at me.
Living with you,
is living a crime.
I see you hate me,
Its in your mind.
Surrounded by evil,
Surrounded by words.
The words i've said,
i hope you heard.
The cursing i said,
the cursing to you.
not cursing of lies,
but cursing of true.
Not worth my time.
your not worth it.
i hope you know,
no ones perfect.

Hope

Hope

people say if you have hope you can get through anything
PEOPLE ARE STUPID AND IGNORANT
having hope doesn’t fix anything, it cant even help you get through something
hope is just a LAME excuse for people who don’t trust THEMSELVES if you don't trust
yourself or think you're strong enough to get through it you won't get ANYWHERE
people think hope is the same thing as self-trust
PEOPLE ARE STUPID AND IGNORANT.

written by, JASMINE TURNER
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