Penny Lane is dead
They all said
Took her out back
Gave the Aussie a shovel attack
Later shots were heard
Witnessed only by the nocturnal birds
Observing the murder go down
After bullets made the deadly sound
Companions who party
Should be a little more smarty
Since someone could drug the cupcakes
Served by the friendly fake
When she was baked
But true love
Watching from above
Saw the couple
Facing trouble
Working together
Fighting the hatred weather
Brought Penny Lane back
Who suffered a shovel attack
Now alive
Penny Lane grabbed the cycle wings ride
Big girls they did sing
Knowing one thing
They evened the score
Winning the war
Despite wearing facial gore
Penny Lane next time you meet
Enjoy the celebration sweets
With a true mate
A holiday worthy date
Especially when you both defend
Not needing any blokey men
The pop of the fastball into the catcher’s mitt
The catcher’s snap throw to third
The crack of the bat from a great hit
Snap, crack(le) and pop were part of baseball first
WHEN SPRING CAME
With spring, pollen came;
With pollen, the achoo came:
Juicy fruits came too:-
It came from where its going' thats all i can explain, just as water vapour, un-pours up to the sky again.'no pause to
Understand creation ever will suffice.' To
Know and grow, is pertinent all human movements condensed in a trice.' You buy
Whats not yours, we speak of us.' We gather disperse, as a cosmic dust, we'll only take a minute, that our hands can't hold, we progress then regress as we wear into old, much we desire, much we loose
Much we'll never have, we can judge and choose, we unlike water will run up a hill'
We are the constant, contradictive we
leave behind wills.' That notify officialdom, about some material weatlth
So they can siphon of assets,
from perhaps? Some carefully stacked shelf.' Yet all is dissolving, all is meant to pass
Many argue on some details, while the devil rarely laughs' all his concern is on
Stealing, your soul once you have
passed.' And you have
played to each; and every goal.'
Jesus Came
Jesus came to seek
Jesus came to save,
Jesus came to seek and save
Those lost in hopeless ways.
It was no easy work to do
All evil strong opposed Him
In all ways tempted just like us
No evil overcame Him.
On Calvary He died
Paid the price for all our sins
Rose again victorious
In triumph from the grave.
And now He gives to me the task
To seek and save the lost
Forgiveness free to share with all
My Jesus paid the cost!
“The Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”
Luke 19:10
I came seeking a child that was born a king.
I have strayed, beguiled from my undertaking.
It was a binary star that I chose to follow,
one path leading straight to Him,
but I sought the brighter glow
and became a wondering pilgrim.
My star led me here through circuitous routes,
through pleasurable meanderings
and gratuitous pursuits,
crossing mellowed valleys and honeyed springs.
I have smelled the flower of travellers-joy
and tasted the heady fruits of the vine.
I have eaten and drank till I felt cloy;
sought fun-loving company, avoiding the saturnine.
Questing warmth in the arms of more than one woman,
hypnotized by the charms of their fair sex;
tasting only their sweetness, like a persimmon,
sensing not the puckering in their vortex.
My eyes have feasted on many a sunrise,
and, again, they drank in the satiny sunset.
I have allowed my mind to fantasize,
benumbed by the beauty of that distant vignette.
Life has been a sweet potion to swallow,
but time is running out, I must reach my goal,
pursue the star fast losing its halo
and find the King, I must save my soul.
I’m here now, where is this child?
all I found was a Man Crucified.
flying against wind
flock of geese fly back from south
exploring new lands
This came to me on a Sunday night
when in the past, there’d been a fight
the house sat empty and sick with silence
and I was reeling, struck from violence
But now I feel things so different
in whirls and waves of the most blurred vision
sometimes I pace
sometimes I chase
feelings of warmth, safety and pain
or perhaps a journey to the not yet seen
in golden gleams of what could be
where I’m held close, never to seem
lost in life, lost at sea
peace I inhabit on Sunday nights
now fills a void that was full of fright
I no longer dread making it through the night
keep me here, I’ll be alright
LOVE
at least in my mind
was an irrational fantasy
a marketing scheme to sell novels
a romantic dreamer's dream.
Then you came along and taught me
to believe
In the splendor of love
when you allow the heart to yield.
Now I preach about the concept
I once thought to be a myth.
I daily in thank God
for such a wonderful gift.
LOVE
at least in my mind
was an irrational fantasy
a fable designed for children
a foolish dreamer's dream.
Then you came along and forced me
to see
love's unique healing power
and how it can create sweet
harmony.
Now I preach about the concept
I thought to be unreal
and I'm forever indebted to you
for the special way you make me feel.
LOVE
at least in my mind
was an irrational fantasy
a word with no meaning
a lonely dreamer's dream.
Then you came along and made me
understand
if I let go of doubt and fear
love can make me a better man.
Now I preach about the concept
I thought to be unreal
and I'm forever indebted to you
the lady who made me feel
LOVE.
L
Some sort of Dread Father
Must have made us
For the way we all seem
Born from chaos
Just as destruction
Predates creation
And stainless steel
Is predated by rust
Yes, mold grows on flesh
But flesh grows on bone
And is mold not
A decay of its own?
The intersection
Of both life and death
A life born from the dead
That it feeds on
Were we not spawned
From the end of the rest?
From the greatest collapse's
Dying breath
From dying stars
And stardust never born
Mourn the making
Of all us made to mourn
As the plane thundered overhead,
the little one smiled—faint, fragile—
at last, he thought, help had come.
He hungered for bread,
for water,
for life.
He was mistaken.
With trembling hands,
he lifted his empty plate—
but death was what descended.
Fire rained from the heavens,
hell unleashed upon him,
though innocence clothed his soul.
And far away, they celebrated.
They named him terrorist—
a child who only begged for bread.
Yes—
a terrorist,
for daring to be hungry.
“I'm Sorry”
They said to the lifeless body.
There's no remorse in their eyes.
A hint of pleasure.
They know it was their fault.
Leaving them alone.
They knew the person was lost.
Afraid.
They begged for you to. . .
Stay?
.
Your body lies there.
The bleeding stopped.
You cried for them but they left
Why do you still want them?
They.
Hurt.
You.
With the evening the silence returns
I can see from the patio door
How the setting sun slowly burns
On the photo you took a year ago
Here’s our past, with all it maintains
We were desperate to get this place
Dreaming out our elaborate plans
Discussing it face to face
Now it’s over, so nowhere we are
But I need to know, can you tell
Why did you go that far?
"My love, I just felt not well…"
The
darkest
coldest night
crept in pushing
out day's tranquil light
feeding the hopeless cry
of restless sleep, feasting on
despair’s delight, with the pain of
daydreams dying deep inside my soul.
God sent a dream of the coming dawn
brilliant rays beaming the next day
His own warm and glowing gift
above the dense dark web
the cold night had spun!
Reborn once more
my restored
hope for
day.
Go back to where you came from they say
Which leaves me in utter dismay
I would not do well
Trying to fit in a birth canal
I wish silly people would just go away.
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