In you I find my rest.
In You I find my peace
dark days drift into mornings with simple breakfasts.
In heavy hews I am shining all the colors brightly.
Winter is far off not very far but The feast of trumpets comes first.
Singing with joy and gladness will begin when he returns to us.
Dead will rise Everyone is coming home says Gods word.
Shower us in your Blood Lord let us be washed clean by it.
Quake the dawn is coming closer. Under lamenting cries we praise you Jesus.
in you I find salvation Yeshua Jesus Christ.
Truth of your not hiding your face from their spitting and their mocking for us.
Love is the reason we exist. to Love and be Loved.
Right hand pierced for my sake, Left hand Pierced for your sake name.
Killed for us unlike the demons and fallen Angels God died for us unlike them.
Jesus is believed to be The Angel of the Lord who met with Abraham and Carries God's Name.
One Son of God who wants us to be his family.
Trust in Jesus, Believe in Jesus, Have faith in Jesus.
Peace out.
Of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
for if it were naught that dark hour
that steals our breath and steps employ
kid ourselves be, fears empower
’Tis distress, a word elders use
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
I play naught; black ink stains the hews
as it leaves the path drained of joy
Let us make our travels less coy
and brave ourselves from stillness’ gloom
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
yield soulless shades of floating doom
Rally of noise around the curb
as jitters tinker like a toy
as we danced brightly undisturbed
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy.
which one will we use
of colors with all the hues
pastels and bright blues
we have been sincere
when great actor did appear
we would clap and cheer
what we should have done
was to laugh and have much fun
on isle in the sun
we are courageous
while Putin is outrageous
which was contagious
had been an old hick
each oscar would make us sick
was such a poor pick
what Will did that day
oscar was taken away
poor behavior display
could go on and on
better actors they should spawn
did start a new dawn
hands together wrench
separated by a trench
deal could never clinch
the only limits
of what controls tomorrow
are doubts of today
after blowing fuse
we would hear the breaking news
colors come in hews
out window peaking
saw someone out there sneaking
while rumors leaking
what we will propose
when you do have a long nose
mustache under grows
did hear sound of dove
God will give you all His love
from heaven above
had tried counting sheep
our cute cat who is a creep
woke us from our sleep
go to did not dare
were prepared to face a scare
no one will be there
may have happened soon
song which was sung by a loon
baboon on the moon
must remain obscure
when you want to be secure
there could be a cure
need an antidote
when we want a place to vote
should go to Shallotte
And on that day, you will tell your son
saying: This is on account of what
the Lord, my God, did for me that day
when I went forth from Egypt...
At the stroke of midnight
I, the Lord, your God
wreaked judgments upon the Egyptians
smiting their every firstborn
from man unto beast
from the king who sits upon his throne
to the hewer of wood and the drawer of water
I, the Lord Almighty, did this
I, Myself, and not an angel
I, Myself, and not a seraph
I, Myself, and not a messenger
I am the Lord; I am He...
Note: Not a word-for-word translation from the Book of Exodus.
Rather, a poetic dramatization, but one which hews closely
to the Hebrew text. ~ gw
Black & White
By: Tom Wright
9/11/99
I strive to see, in life, things as they are
not hews of gray as some would have them be.
Nor placing hopes & wishes upon a star
but happenings long ago upon a tree.
For from that tree, for me, a price was paid
with blood and water spilled that cloudy day.
Then to a borrowed tomb, my Jesus, was laid
arising three days hence, to provide my way.
In life, seeing absolute's, I will not fail his test,
and always, good from evil, I will discern.
For in daily prayer and giving life my best
the best to me, life surely will return.
Oft I ponder the quest that I have been delivered upon
Whilst laying in the midst of a field of straw
Mine eyes gazing in the sky with it’s hews of gold
Not far from here lies the battlefield
Forthwith there will be bloodshed and mayhem
But as I rest my weary bones upon the coolest of thine earth
Mind over matter is what I behest
Is it the goal to capture the king as in a game of chess
Am I the pawn sent out earliest to set the tone
For the rest of the game to follow
Or be the fortunate survivor having played a skilled match
My protector some unknown hand
Guiding my way whilst I traverse through an army ahead
Each step a calculated risk that could end in my demise
Somehow out of my control yet each of my moves
Dictating where this may all end
Devout to the King
But looking to create a new Queen
That will carry on the lineage I am here to shield
Thus I start my day
Andreas Simic©
A crack of thunder splits a humid June sky,
shattering into millions of tiny droplets
to the the ground
a desperately needed respite from the early summers heat.
I belonged out here
I knew this as I observed the sugar maples dancing with a pre-storm breeze
as if the world were breathing a sigh
inviting me to stay.
A whisper so soft you could only sense it
The silvery undersides of their leaves
turning in the wind
The charge across your skin as distant lightning flashes then dies with
a rumble that shutters the atmosphere
The smell of fresh sprinkles sizzling on the black top
The sound of splashing boots in muddy puddles
The taste of raindrops on your lips
While others waited for sunny skies
It was these moments that were for me
When the trails were empty
And the cloud tops high
catching every puffy curve in creamy golden hews
Reminding me all the time
That I belonged out here
It was the first trip to Europe for Miss Hews
who was terribly shocked by statuary views.
She thought it a sin
to show so much skin.
Some of which apparently struck her as news.
Discussing together, faire play
We sustain the living
The position of hews
The generation of does
Succession of woes, Stonehenge
Phoenix, of the United Hacking Ass
Returns, flying clearly, fairly, disbussing
We fly this far
We fly with a Cinquento
With a purpose, but half the man of Aeronaught.
It was a first trip to Europe for Maiden Hews
Who was shocked by the statues of nudes.
She thought it a sin
To show so much skin
Some of which obviously struck her as news.
(In loving memory of my big brother, Reg)
Right within my den
Calligraphic letters you penned
Surfaced as reminder of the love we shared
I see picture perfect portraits
No negatives.
You do appear on wings of time
Like sun's penetrating light
In spaces, deep as the Caribbean Sea
Yes, you are reflected
In multiple hews, brilliant as you...
Blood of my blood;
Imagine fortified versions of you
I see courteous crews...
Beyond seven saintly specimens
Now your name is set abroad
As though Griot who ruled.
I remembered, you tamed my fears
And rose to pave smooth
One perilous path I walked to work
Yes, weary women in need of warmth, were
Cloaked in hand woven peace, given by you
Now, you're laminated photo...
Graphed upon walls of grateful minds.
I have seen you prodding time
Through lens of your mind
Tall as mahogany trees
That cools, and shelters multitudes
Now; who but time, will seal
This empty space
I feel within my soul?
You'll never be you I once knew.
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I've got an old fashioned crush on you
The kind that really turns your balls blue
Stray cat slinkin' through the back yard
Look at him slinkin', slinkin' hard
Seems like he's goin'
to see a fine lady cat
Seems like he knows
right where she's at.
I've got an old fashioned crush on you
The kind that deftly hews my manhood in two
The kind I wrote poems about in high school
Yeah, they stunk
oblique inverted potting vessels
full of luminescent onions.
half the bulbs have grown out of their
habitats sprouting at night over roof
tops on saint james avenue.
the other half hang down along
telepone wires across the street.
celestrially conspicious reflecting in dull
orange hews on the pavement.
me and saint james stand there
looking up to count them.
rows and rows of electric globes.
under orions nocturnal orchard they
flicker in the light of their own myths.
i to am a dreamer this night.
i to move with the spheres first
in the garden now under the lamps.
Mingling showcase crowds gathering amid the contemporary chambers
Within this the modern day museum of the poisoned pilloried minds....
Subjugation piercing the thresholds beneath conscious perceptions views!?
Gazing as deeper into the contortions abstract of framework they go
Entranced assimilations aside artful disassociations; brushed with black
And blues colours and hews, of acrylic paintings hung upon the galleries
Mesmerizing, paradoxic walls growing collection in....
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....Extramurals multiple personality disorders?!
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