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Though to many it may seem strange like with the prodigal son
Never really wanting to change until all other options are done
There He still waits for you standing with His Arms opened wide
His Love always being true as the Lord had never left your side
There's no time like the present to return to your Fathers Home
Our Lord never had any resentment those days that you'd roam
As with every step you take and each breath taken on His Earth
A loving God who'd never forsake in so drawing you before birth
If it seems hard to believe, faith just doesn't seem to be around
Don't let satan deceive for he doesn't want you to ever be found
But go as you are calling out Jesus' Name, not being shy about it
That alone puts satan to shame but until death he'll never quit
But the Lord will never quit on you His love for you far too great
In all the things that you do, why would you make the Lord wait
He doesn't expect perfection knowing you far better than you do
With even a little reflection He'll start focusing you on what's true
Luke 5:32
I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.
Jimi Hendrix-Played electric guitar with his teeth and left hand
Ripped through scales, held notes, used flames on stage on command
Janis Joplin- Rolling Stone—Her cover enthralling ”Me And Bobby Magee”
Mezzo-soprano vocals and an "electric" stage presence that’ll ever be
Mama Cass- Of "The Mamas And Papas" Singer Alto—perfect pitch
“California Dreamin” rumor she choked on a ham sandwich
Mama Cass was in the club too
but kicked her out because she was 32!
Jim Morrison- “L.A. Woman” His presence quite a sight to see
The Doors, his band, Jim’s buried in a famous Paris cemetery
Amy Winehouse- Jazz singer—her deep, expressive contralto vocals
New York bluesy new Motown sound, knew she’d die young say the articles
Kurt Cobain-Modern day Rock Icon died
lead singer & guitarist of Nirvana, by suicide
Although rumor has it was Courtney Love
Kurt’s death meant he joined the fabled 27 club
A few of “The 27 Club” Rock Stars that rocked me!
A dormant sadness erupts in me when their songs are played
Rock Stars are noted for their high-risk lifestyles
Admissions free—no cover charge!
The load bearing capacity
Load bearing consistency
It lack such but provides
the artist the ability to create
It's need for insulation
He stood before with
Such a grin
The conversation would be
needed to talk in a standized
Way.
Grams into ounces
Kilos into pounds
Liters into cups
They stood there smiling
Like gold miners we
Struggle with the same
Math.
Might these conversations
Make the fear of gypsum
Block making easier or
easiest that we fear not
that thou are with us
To speak these manga stations true.
That those who wish us parted
May frown in the fact that have
been undermined in a reversed fashion
Might they then speak us as
Lord and Laird, yet we pray
Yet we pray!
Dressed in white christening gown
Creaky snow break mountain melt
Dissolves rigid in simmering spring
Ached ankles pummel, putrid pond
Ancient decompose steams surface
Sulphur syphons Winter hestitance
Grabs goblins soup bowl grotesque
Monster murky rub manic massage
Active agitate upsets puritan sculpt
Boiling bubbles bump aside burden
Besieged by beast belly, slimy spa
Crystallises chartreuse, past spent
Dunk of disgusting salve, hot spew
Baptises black ducks in inky erupt
Aotearoa flow, now zeal spills over
Rejuvenating Rotarua
- two lakes -
5th January
It's kind of like when a dog mindlessly chases a car down the street.
Perhaps it's pure instinct, or a childish need.
Gas is to engine,
as honey is to bee.
Instincts exists inside the mind,
from doubts to beliefs.
A blink of an eye,
the jerk of a knee,
beat of the heart,
a cough or a sneeze.
When a mother and child's eyes finally meet,
love is created between two human beings.
From that moment on,
We start searching for bonds,
family, and friends,
to true love and beyond.
Moments are made,
some forgotten,
some lost.
The best ones are relived,
through stories and song.
Do we know what to expect?
From our birth to our deaths?
The past is our future,
Life's just a mess.
"When nature exceeds culture, we have the rustic.
When culture exceeds nature, we have the pedant."
-Quote by Confucius
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feminine luxury
favored
high-pitched
tinkling at feet
resounding joy
connecting
Earthstar chakra
grounding
gushing lunar energy
honored divinity
now a simple charm,
a Bling, sparkling
stylish accessories,
insignificant
unsophisticated
oh lord send down
the pouring rain
You clap your hands
to make the thunder and the lightening
to wash away the sins of
the world
so many of us
have been broken
we brought here
to push them wooden plows
to plant the seeds
that grow somehow
now we here to pick this cotton
that gave master all them provisions and
our souls did not prosper from the harvest
all the pain and the suffering
we bend through
they took us
from the Mother Land
they took away
our culture and language to understand
turned us into into their slaves
sold us down the river and
separate our families
abused us into submission
Lord all we're asking for is a bit of
justice and mercy because
all i'm asking
we just wanna be free
Does March ever quit
to be the wildest month?
Isn't its fury a serious threat
to the crows who munch
on anything, they can find?
We bundle up not to catch a cold,
saving a trip to the doctor's office is so smart;
Grandma always said, " To keep warm:
wear your woolen scarf, gloves, and hat!"
I listened to her warning as a good kid should;
can granny's advice misinform?
It's time for the shovels to come out
of the storage room, I'm the first
to grab one; every morning I shoveled snow
that was two feet while the frightened neighbors
watched me from inside their frosted windows;
I screamed at them saying," Come out
and join me, more snow is to come! "
But no, they stayed inside enjoying my show!
Do winds blow harder on freezing days in January...
scattering the flocculent snow anywhere they can?
Which one is the fiercest month: February?
They all are winter's bad omen to spread doom,
making us dream about the flowers in bloom;
isn't this harsh punishment more than a ban?
Does March ever quit
it's a dramatic play of self-rage and insanity;
who would challenge it
and halt at once the spiteful winds of frenzy?
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The said hieroglyphics drove into the night,
Racked up its mystery, then parted and swiped,
Bellowed at suspicion and candid eye sight,
To foster fomented a reasoned parallax, piped.
Left to right, oppositely for contrite poise,
Firm doors open keen, quick ready pens,
Horizontal alignment - or vertical repose noise,
A quiet supposition leaks to radiate slight dens.
Nowhere are the changers and the dyes,
Tainting for pleasure with respect full in heart,
The sound of footsteps - here, there, with eyes,
Demarcating foundations from glittery art.
The ben is there - detected and rye, sucking,
Shuffling previous dust beside dirt untouched,
The crazy ones create the world for bucking:
Reason defines the fibre, with mesh touched.
Why do people laugh at jokes
About getting rolling drunk,
Why does a smile come on a face
Thinking of a sea-sick punk ?
There's something wrong with our values
That esteems the money spent,
On fermented rocket fuel
That blasts a soul to hell.
Think of accidents on the road
And innocent loss of life,
Let alone descending relationships
And the bruised and tearful wife.
Hospitals full of patients
With bodies that survive unwell,
Brains that are cooked forever
Locked in emotional cells.
There is no positive argument
That esteems a person drinking,
Lets value what gives life
It's time for a different thinking.