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One Way is right and one way is wrong
One way has Light where the other can only long
Yet this one narrow road leads in two separate ways
But either will be sowed by all of your earthly days
For one side is of love and the other filled with affliction
For the Glory of God is above below there is none
Creator of the universe and ever so powerful
Where the devil is perverse and completely full of bull
So as you journey along take a good look about
Check out what you see if you are still in any doubt
For where are you going and who you are expecting to see
Is reflected in what you are showing but don’t take it from me
For as a mirror does not lie so it is with your soul
As the devil will always try tempting those easiest to cajole
But in learning what you found and shunning satan’s advance
He won’t stick around if you stick to this stance
APACHE
His name was Apache
His eyes were so bright
He was completely full of joy
Hopping, jumping, dancing
Taking naps on top of me
Happiness, love, to fill the universe
Playing with home-made toys
Always excited to see each one
He warbled like a bird when he was held
He filled my heart so quickly
Like he knew me, before we met
He was a smart Guinea Pig
Squeaking from across the house,
When he knew I was cutting his food
He had a special ramp that I made
He would wait for his treats put on that
He always knew everything I would do
He was only 7 months old when he got sick
An ear infection spread, ending up untreatable
The light bulb of joy went out in my house
An emptiness that I cannot explain
There are other things that I cannot say,
But I wish that I had one more day
My writing area was near his play pen
When he left, my muse went with him
It will be a while to feel it again
It will be a while for my heart to mend
There is no answer for his leaving so young
There are always questions in life,
Left unanswered in some empty place that makes no sense
And we are expected to move on without knowing
Heidi Sands
9/26/22
A young black boy stands at the border of a dream and reality.
In his hand he holds a peach, half orange, half red.
The kind that tastes sweet when you bite into it.
The kind that punctures and bleeds if you hold it too tight.
At times, it reminds him of home. Other times.
The darker side of what he sees when he steps outside,
laws, invisible borders, even police that don’t remember his name,
but remember what he looks like. The color of his skin.
He takes a bite of his peach. Its juice fills his mouth.
Some runs down to his shirt. Sweet as the parts of freedom
that we were promised to have but not allowed to taste.
As he stands outside his house,
he remembers what his father used to tell him.
“Take your time and savor every moment. Don’t eat until you’re completely full.”
Just enough satisfies your hunger.
He takes another bite, sitting on the front porch.
He sees the police ride past him,
eyeing him until they were out of sight.
He takes another bite, seeing the world as a giant prayer
begging to be answered.
A man walks down the street
covering his mouth as he coughs.
The rest of the neighborhood kids play down at the other end of the street.
After he finishes his peach, he rolls the pit of the peach around his mouth,
savoring the rest of the juice trapped inside.
He knows that some promises aren’t meant to be broken.
But just like his peach,
there is no border between being small and fragile
neither is there between when the sun rises and when it falls.
The police ride past him again,
this time asking him where he lives.
The pit sours in his mouth.
Snowflakes fell, large and wet,
On that early morning in December
Our country home was soon enfolded
In winter's cold, white mantle
The noonday sun parted the somber clouds
With rays smiling and bright
It seemed to be saying...
"That's enough snow...for now"
Mother walked along the silent path
To where the mail was waiting
She paused for a moment and smiled
The untouched landscape, glittering white before her
Awoke the child within her heart
She began to play
Soon the beginnings of a snowman
Rested at her feet
My father watched the scene unfold
Through the bedroom window
His eyes glittered as brightly as the snow
A smile creased his face
And a chuckle escaped his lips
This picture is etched forever
In the corners of my heart
Forever I will see her there playing in the snow
Forever I will see him broadly smiling at her delight
Forever I will see them both so completely full of joy
So full of life
So full of love.
Infants can vaguely
remember how often they were
attentively cared for...
kissed and touched by their mothers:
cuddling them in those
protective and undetached arms,
claiming their babies to be the cutest ones!
I do reacall how mother fed me;
and made sure I was completely full,
until I burped and my tiny eyes began to roll...
Around seven a.m. I was awaken by the choir,
when the massive medieval organ,
over the church's altar, began to play;
she took me out to the sunny veranda,
to let me hear its heavenly sound!
And it exquisitely played the" Ave Maria! "...
while all the nuns from the monastery,
across the stone-paved street, headed,
towards their place of meditation and prayer;
ever since their devotion became mine...
Time, you age our bodies with worries and diseases,
but only memories are timeless and unerasable;
childhood is the slowest phase of our fleeing life,
and that event can influence our well-being:
to make us happy or sad, lovable and kind...
bitter and unmindful, or resentful and hateful!
However positively or negatively, these feelings are fed to the heart;
we act on them accordingly without the tendency to forget that:
we were once loved so sweetly and so endessly by a mother, with a pious face,
who desired their children to be the mirror of herself...
when her cutes ones would become caring husbands and loving wives,
to carry on this honorable tradition for the survival of the Human Race...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Although Man was created so wonderfully
and as perfect as He is,
there's no perfection in Man
when it comes to obedience, swiftly
he responds in rebellion;
his ego can't be broken easily,
and submission to the living God
is a painful loss and an end to his pride....
If man or woman thinks that they are above
a Supreme Being who has always existed,
they will find themselves wearing a vain crown;
for all the gold and monetary gain
they have achieved over their life-time,
not knowing that everything accumulated
will not worth a single dime: its merely human greed,
and God will not tolerate it as in ancient times...
Examine the short life of Christ,
from childhood to adulthood,
He was born of humble origins and yet
proclaimed a message beyond human conception,
so He spoke in parables and everyone understood them;
when all the wealthy ones don't share their fortune
with the ones less lucky than they are, they are forsaken by Him!
See the difference when kind people give of themselves:
how a desperate and grim look turns bright,
and an empty hand is completely full of hope...
There's no perfection in Man as Adam was,
the Designer delighted in his creation
and expected him to ever obey His commands;
and we still resist His will with contention:
fearing nothing, until tragedy strikes us!
And He, so distant from us, won't her our cry
from a planet truly beautiful, but full of animosity:
our belligerent spirit clashes with the Almighty...
hello
it's me
the result of your unrestrained vices.
i was born from the ground up
from the mouth of the gaping crater left by the density, and gravity of your monolithic pile of sin:
the same crater that exposes the veins of the earth,
causing the magma to bleed out from the skin:
the same skin that has already been,
eroded from the inside out by the seed of dishonor, and rusted by the blood of your wives, your children, your concubines, your brothers, and sisters and neighbors.
the same neighbors who have decided on your condemnation.
you shall eat the dust,
until the dust itself eats you.
you shall eat it until you are completely full and wholly dissatisfied.
your blade, which you hold, will become molten steel in your hand.
And the bone of the arm that holds that molten steel shall be broken into 7 segments,
and those segments of bone shall be removed from the skin and pushed into your toothless mouth
and what is left of the arm will be filled with salted concrete and stitched up and wrapped with sandpaper.
your organs and blood shall be removed and replaced with that of those you have killed.
what remains of their lives will enact revenge against your own body.
your sentence shall be finished only when the insatiable appetite of Satan pulls your soul out of your cursed vessel,
and straight into the gaping abyss that is his mouth.
It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!
That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it!
A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward with endless stride!
A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God!
Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!
Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!