I AM TRUE TO THE HEART AND I AM REAL TO MY SOUL SOMETHING THAT IS SACRED AND
CANNOT BE SOLD.
I SHINE MORE THAT THE SILVER IN YOUR BRACELETS AND THE WATCHES FULL OF GOLD.
SO PLEASE BELIEVE THAT I AM ON A MISSION TO GREATNESS WITH THE CREATOR AS MY
PILOT.
HE IS THE NAVIGATOR ON THIS JOURNEY AND HE IS THE ROCK BEHIND MY STRENGTH.
I AM DRIVEN TO SOMETHING WAY BETTER THAN YOU COULD GIVE ME MORE THAN YOU
COULD OFFER.
WHY SHOULD I SETTLE FOR RUBIES WHEN I COULD HAVE DIAMONDS. WHY SHOULD SETTLE
FOR A HAMBURGER WHEN I COULD HAVE STEAK INSTEAD.
I DESERVE THE BEST AND I REFUSE TO SETTLE FOR LESS THAN I AM WORTH.
SO PLEASE MOVE OUT THE WAY I AM ON TO A BRIGHTER DAY.
MY DETERMINATION IS ON THE RISE I AM GOING FOR MY CHOSEN PRIZE.
I AM HAVE THE TOOLS I NEED TO FIX THIS BRIDGE I AM ABOUT TO TO COME ACROSS IT MAY
BE LONG AND IT MAY BE ROCKY.
BUT I WILL BE A CHAMPION IN THE MAKING I AM A SURIVIOR BEHIND THE SCENCES.
I CAN FLOW ALONG THE SHORE'S PEACEFUL STREAMS.
Sister,
I cannot take
The pain that I see you face.
The lies that you try to erase.
The excuses that you use
To replace his mistakes.
Dear Sister,
I miss the smile you always wore
And now,
I rarely see that light anymore.
My Dear Sister,
You may think staying
Will make everything okay.
But this vicious cycle
Is slowly taking it's toll
And chipping you away.
My Dearest Sister,
I worry
Not just for you
But for your beautiful child.
Her anxiety grows with each fury.
My Lovely Dearest Sister,
You try to be optimistic,
But I would honestly call it masochistic.
So now I am left
To let God spread His grace
Upon you who needs His strength.
I will not give up.
You may not get off this ride
Today
Tomorrow
Or even in a year,
But I have faith
So all I can do for you now is
Pray
Tear charged riders
Above the sea
Born and chosen,
To rise and clean
Air, and water
Our hills and valleys.
They help filter
UV rays streams
From brazing earth
That all receives
The sun's power
To hold it burn free.
Tear charged riders
Raised by light beams
For earth, like father
Joined by breezes,
Dancing mother
That life we may breathe.
Hands together
Might that is feared
Teams of silver
Their fate quite sealed
As they're propelled
Death, in drops of tears.
Tear charged riders
Above the sea
Your sacrifice,
A price quite dear
For salvation
That all, may know peace.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.14.11
i am what i am
no matter the day
sometimes i am quiet
sometimes i have lots to say
i speak when spoken to
unless otherwise provoked
it reflects through my poetry
through every word i have spoke
in this case have written for thoughts that i've had
some may be good and some may be bad
no matter which one i continue 2 shine
with every word put together from a thought in mind
And in conclusion,
All who attend,
Shall infringe upon terriority
And situations,
With undulations of meaning and indifference.
And in conclusion,
Said person, the self,
Of concious, may preserve chivalry,
And decency in forms of conduct, private and public.
May your emotions stay true of the heart,
May your journey through your life, be of substance, whether wise or magical, or always a
battle,
Good always battles, for soul, for reason, for right, and of wrong, in conclusion,
Perfect never painted a picture,
Never gave guidance through a storm, never emptied furious waters, and never lived in
human form.
So speak heart, yes heart speak,
Of love, for friends, family, and a mate.
Speak heart! Sure! True! With resolve, with all you are, tell and shed me, Speak to her, the
deepest blood flow, she produces,
Pounds of longing, and yes speak to of love, encourage, inspire, lift up and hold close.
And in conclusion,
We live, how we live, in such poetic times, and may we be blessed with good friends and a
lover, of nuture and prosperity.
This world it cruel to use its name
Its ruler has a heart of stone,
Yet all its prisons that I’ve seen
There’s one that’s worse, that stands alone.
Its cells of grief are cold I know
Its bars are strong with rusty stains,
Yet cell on cell with trouble soul
Could not compare with simple chains.
I stand before my window’s glass
There are no bars to block my view,
There is no lock upon my door
No guard that would I run pursue.
I stand and watch the breaking dawn
Its beauty call to me to write,
Yet when I reach to take y pen
I feel the heavy chains pull tight.
Though many walled my prison cell
And bar less every window frame,
The chains of time have bound my wrists
Its shackles on each step a strain.
Though fall may linger by my door
And leaves may carpet all the grass,
I look with wish on wish to write
Through prison windows barred with glass.
I'm not as anyone thought I am supposed to be. I'm not as better as anyone as any other
perfectionist than the rest. Just like one of the so-called "wannabes," I'm no poser. I
may not have a girlfriend, but at least I have a mother who loves me a lot. I may have
autism, I may have mild MR, and I may have OCD, but I'm still a human being with a big
heart. I don't care what other, not even these so-called "nay-Sayers," think. God knows
that I have faith in me, and He knows that things are going to be okay. But even though I
have no girlfriend and/or no job and I'm not married right now, the people from my middle
school years and my high school years, it's them that I really feel sorry for. And even
though I'm not in a real relationship right now, it's them that I really feel sorry for,
too. Waiting for someone to come around for years is like waiting for rain to drought:
useless and disappointing.
Don’t Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit!!
Life is ***** with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When you might have won,
If you’d stuck it out!
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow-
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
Its when things seem worst that
You must not QUIT!!
If you find yourself able to do just one good deed
You may find that you have planted a little seed
Your deed may make someone have a brighter day
And make you feel better too, in a special way
Now, if sometime soon that deed gets passed along
Tomorrow the world may just sing a brighter song
Most change comes in steps that seem so slow
From just one good deed, many more might grow.....
for the Good Deed contest...
I know not what is this bittersweet
feel as I am trodden by the feet...
...Oh, so dark!...of lonliness
crushed by its smirking ruthlessness.
Battered and bruised by the emotional pain,
enmeshed in a web of tears and pain.
'??',you may quire, and all I can say
you have No idea, how miserable are THEY.
They are wanting to advance stepping on shoulders,
their way should be clear- others, all boulders.
And so empty vessels never a chuckle suppress-
they can only loudly mock and depress.
And THEY define lonely, how sad is love lorn
Lives should be hooded in night, forget morn!
Ah! They only know to blur twinkling eyes,
for they only know how to turn laughter to cries.
They only know how joy is sucked out from souls,
they only know how to leave a heart full of holes.
But I know I´ll come out, I know I´ll be free-
today they may laugh, one day they´ll praise me!
And then my incessant caterwauling
will take the much awaited swing...
and THAT moment I´ll rejoice, as pure ecstasy
I know its not too far....I´ll reach....its easy.
So its best to let the bacchanalias bawl,
´cause with the stones they throw, its a BRIDGE, not a wall!
~ (~) Benignity... what is benignity?
~ (~) So defined for me myself it is my zest I-know now for God and life today. (~) ~
~ (~) Yes... because I believe when roads two cross one another the ground there is always
common, one running parallel with the other. At least I feel it is then supposed to be no matter
what the fret is, drama or condition or whatever else throughout the day may occur or wherever
each may journey. (~) ~?
~ (~) Illustrious, yes I am far from this, I am only but a vessel hoping against all-hope to be
filled with a faith such as this.
~ (~) So-God-if-it-be-for-Your-Glory-let it be-said in the way I lived, dreamed and would die, as
my-prayer would inspire another, with-this attitude, "as-merely as I was created-with an open
heart, I was perfected"... . (~) ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KkUeRPjc-Y
People are architectured with different,
Religions and status.
They may be Christians and Hindus,
With all the luxury and comfort.
But there are some,
Who are low in status and in religion;
They may be related to other religions of low quality,
Or they are cursed with poverty.
God has made us all,
By writing our bright future.
There should be no misunderstanding;
Of the several religions and the status.
Everyone is equal in this big society,
No one is rich or poor.
We are all same to the eyes of the God,
As we are his children.
Who descended on earth to preach,
Good and new ideas among the people;
To make our society,
Cultural and well behaved by our gospels.
A joy to behold more than fine gold
Cuddley as a teddy bear with beautiful silky hair
Handsome and fair
Eyes shinning ever so bright
Like an angel in the night
A wonderful gift you have recieved
The best ever I believe
Your baby boy
May he always bring you lots of joy
May he grow big and healthy
all of his life
You are his guiding light
Cherish your little gift from God
He's so sweet that won't be hard
The nest was neatly nestled on a branch above the bay,
But suddenly the branch began to bend and then to sway.
The baby birds were barley bold enough to be alive;
So far a fall their fragile frames would surely not survive.
One of them went whirling down, wildly to the waiting ground,
Screaming songs of sadness, then silence was his sound.
Another kept to clawing, calling out for God, a blessing.
Holding on to hope so long he died from second guessing.
The last little bird lost her balance just the same,
Death was dealt to her, and was set to win the game.
She said no thing, she spread her wings and tried to fly away,
She couldn't fly, but didn't die, her flapping saved the day.
One day your branch will break away and you will have to choose,
You can stay and pray, try to fly, or lie and live to lose.
The choice you make may take its toll, to dice you roll may burn,
So for goodness' sake, stay awake, when time to take your turn.
.
America
Bright Freedom's crown
Bought with Patriot's blood for thee
May thy song abound
And forever resound
Across all of the lands and seas!
America
Brave land of liberty
Where came the world's unwanted
That fought to be
The land of the free
May you always stand undaunted!
America
Liberty's finest trend
First always in freedoms fight
Whose brave men
Stand till the end
For the cause of the just and the right!
America
Freedom's first knight
May God in His pride find thee
Shine bright your light
And with His delight
May He keep you the land of the free!
Timothy I. Brumley
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