Lord I’m tied up
Crying from this dungeon
Oh! I need anything now but your redemption
Hold my hands Lord, pull me from this frustration
I’m on my kneels
Lord, Crying in this dungeon
Look down on me and hear my supplication
I’m suffocating, send in your ventilation
Truly Lord,
I’m crying from the dungeon
My plans with the devil has reached it’s termination
My bible, my rosary, my kneels are ammunition
With these, he will meet his beautiful destruction.
Lord
I’m crying from this lonely dungeon
Look not only on me but save too my nation
All of my friends, my love and relations
Lord I’m ready
crying from this dungeon
Accept my plead, my humble supplication
Leave me not, but grant me thy salvation
In my garden there stands a tree
Its roots and leaves grow free
The changing seasons on you I see
Lord Jesus I believe
That you are a the creator of all things
But how sad was Satan’s sting
He had eves heart on a string
So entered into the garden sin
But God then sent His only son
A precious journey that has begun
To make his precious children one
And every battle for us He has won
There upon that hard cruel tree
My Jesus gave His life for me
As I bow on bended knee
I truly am set free
And now in heaven He will take His place
Let’s all pick up on the pace
The goal of this good hard race
Is to see His glorious face
Lexi the artist sketches and paints
the pain, the joy, the truth, the mirage
of everyday life for all of us
in unusual, symbolic images;
beauty of it is that for each of us
it all begins from a womb
of one’s mother, a dear mother;
yet we all get a unique way of life
searching its meaning in own ways
what each of us makes of it
like Lexi the artist.
Visual 3
Date: 10.6.2015
What is the color of your tears?
I wish I could paint them
softer blue,
then all of the oceans
can dry up and make that smile
turn into sunlit waves.
And dawn will spread your beauty,
exploding through glazed eyes
as mist gently mushes your hair.
It is at night- time though
when your toes curl
at the very slight tap of dew,
and all is afloat in life's womb again.
Contest, Lexi's Art
Visual 3
7 June 2015
Lexi knew how to please a man;
and being a man I was pleased.
But she did that girl thing, with a
look,when we'd finished, that said,
"so you think this is all I want?"
Meaning she wanted my future:
But I was only nineteen, and I
had a long way to travel.
And when we went our different
ways, her look said,
"now I have to start all over again,"
But I knew she'd be OK; because Lexi,
she knew how to please a man.
(I picked visual five...reminds me of a certain bedspread)
New Life
New life
hangs by a thread
alone and defenseless
nourished by its mother’s rich blood
and love.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~2nd Place~
Contest: Lexi’s Art/Life Story - Visual 3
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 06/10/2015
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There once was a paint brush, without hesitation,
was stretching the branches of color before me
Bold geometrics, artistic affections,
some which have tangled,
mixing the hues of
crimson and umber, which changes the view
from where I am standing, with such admiration
Wedged deep in my fancy
I'm drawn to a tree
Yet almost imagine, a deer looks at me
with antlers, or branches, which?,... I can't decide...
Is this a mixed message, once buried to hide?
A view of the simple, is better by far
becomes the exception
like reaching for stars
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5/26/15
For Contest "Lexi's Art/Life Story-- Visual 5
Sponsored By Mystic Rose
She mixes coffee with her art.
With love she wields her trusty brush.
Her youthful vigour plays a part.
She mixes coffee with her art.
Abstract and complex rule her heart.
Meticulous and in no rush
She mixes coffee with her art.
With love she wields her trusty brush.
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Contest: Lexi’s Art/Life Story
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Placed 2nd
Blue purple bubbles and flames rising every where
The radiant orange yellow brightens the whole background
Intense motions that chases the blue purple bubbles away
The magenta, maroon, red unicorn appears to have fun
Thrashing its mane and tail all around the place
Circular bubbles that show flow in the image going a stray
The red unicorn hoofing the orange yellow air
Constant waves off the tail and mane make it feel free
Bam! It looks to me a bubble hit the unicorns back end
As it got bumped the bubbles seem to keep on floating
Around and around, the red unicorn, it keeps a rhythm
Flowing around the bubbles get altered in different sizes
The finishing touch is how the unicorn looks like a Red Flame
With ember colors all around to keep it rich with warmth
my thoughts orbit
the very essence
of her mystery
pulled in by her gravity
like poetry in motion
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Visual 1
I stand here branches bare waiting ....
For the knowledge that age imparts,
Immeasurable information,
To sprout and grow
The knowledge that life brings,
The why's and wherefore's of everyday things,
Helping people to sprout and grow.
The visual display of photos
That hold the memories close to your heart
Standing under my branches, which will grow
I am the tree of the future
Waiting, limbs outstretched,
Acknowledging the world.
Patiently awaiting to sprout and grow.
Visual no 5
Penned 14 May 2015
You must open that forbidden window to play with me.
I'm the one who'll set your body aglow beyond this poetry.
Don't think, just follow your heart, and it will guide you.
This love will be a canvas of art, so let me come inside you!!!
Lexi is our neice and is 3 years old her sister is Trinity, They have been a joy in our lives.
Little mama, love
Emulates her surroundings
X-the barrenness
Interested in life, loves daddy
Love u sis,
always have,
though the bad
and the glad.
I hated that we had a fight,
but we had our time to wollow in our spite (sp?)
But now that we're sisters agian
I will always love u to the end
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Love ya, sis....i'm still calling u alexz....i'm not used to lexi yet
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