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If your crazy for loving over and over you see,
then crazy, yes crazy I must be,
I get my heart broken time after time,
my heart comes back to it's own rhythm and rhyme.
The year's have caught up to me now,
to love again I just wouldn't know how.
So I have given my all unto God, to learn how to love,
He sent the answer from Heaven, on the wings of a dove.
Whole heartily, with all your heart, mind, soul, and spirit,
love loud enough for all to hear it.
For all thing's has 2 different side's,
the good one we try to show, while the dark side tries to hide.
So if we don't give our hearts to love and be loved you see,
we wouldn't understand the depths of the person we should be.
Lesson's that are the hardest, sometimes holds the most beautiful thing's,
It makes the heart merry and the lip's to sing.
Love loud and hard, while you can, but with true love I do say,
as you want to be loved and treated, to them be the same way.
If they defile the love that you give with all your heart,
you will stand strong knowing you did your part.
To be the one that defiles true love, I would not want to be,
for they fill their own hearts up with heartaches and misery.
If your crazy for loving over and over you see,
then crazy, yes crazy I must be,
I get my heart broken time after time,
my heart comes back to it's own rhythm and rhyme.
The year's have caught up to me now,
to love again I just wouldn't know how.
So I have given my all unto God, to learn how to love,
He sent the answer from Heaven, on the wings of a dove.
Whole heartily, with all your heart, mind, soul, and spirit,
love loud enough for all to hear it.
For all thing's has 2 different side's,
the good one we try to show, while the dark side tries to hide.
So if we don't give our hearts to love and be loved you see,
we wouldn't understand the depths of the person we should be.
Lesson's that are the hardest, sometimes holds the most beautiful thing's,
It makes the heart merry and the lip's to sing.
Love loud and hard, while you can, but with true love I do say,
as you want to be loved and treated, to them be the same way.
If they defile the love that you give with all your heart,
you will stand strong knowing you did your part.
To be the one that defiles true love, I would not want to be,
for they fill their own hearts up with heartaches and misery....
Maintenance culture
People and culture
Like bee and honey
Too much energy spent
In portraying a culture
Well believed as a way of life
In places
Maintenance culture
A culture far from humanity
Is a failed culture
A culture that promote humanity
Is worth an everlasting try and try again
Maintenance culture
We need to preserve our history
We need to preserve our Hero's past gone oh Africa
We need to preserve and maintain
All values of our accessors
They never laboured in vain
So we are to adore and keep
Their legacy a honour
Maintenance culture
Africans now I write to you all
Where is the maintenance culture
We once value
Now people don't care
So many don't even know their root
As an African
Our school don't even teach us
How important is to maintain
And preserve our resources
Is like we are just supporters
Looking so confuse and so scard
A lot we believe we can't Do
Oh African why have thou fallen
For babylon is and must always
Come after us
Maintenance culture
With out Africa I just wonder
What will be of the world
Before and now
Every one are friends to Africa
That makes me wonder
Who is an enemy as it is not
Written but the scars now we
Bear speaks a lot
Maintenance culture
Oh African we need to boast our
Ways
We need not change to other ways
That defiles our dignity
A lot we have
a lot we got to maintain
For already a lot we lost
So where is our maintenance culture
We once showed the world back
Then the days of our ancestors
Now why do we don't care
Destroying our selves
Fight and devaluing each other
Was not our culture
So now all you and I can see
Is a down fall that invite hunters
To devour all we got to maintain
Maintenance culture
If you are an African
I pledge you help maintain our worth
If you are not an African I pledge
Do Africa no harm
For already is enough all this
Evil shower around my continent
From out and with in
So as we all see we need a lot
Hands together oh brethren to successfully
Bring back our
Maintenance culture
Math of life
Math for life
Life you make
Life you bake
Bake and decorate
Bake and percolate
Percolate to breathe
Percolate to wreathe
Wreathe what pleases
Wreathe not teases
Teases that brands
Teases of strands
Strands in slumbers
Strands in numbers
Numbers you count
Numbers not discount
Discount what beguiles
Discount what defiles
Defiles of adding
Defiles of subtracting
Subtracting what multiplies
Subtracting what amplifies
Amplifies what cares
Amplifies what shares
Shares of joy
Shares of toy
Toy that inspires
Toy never expires
Expires like remission
Expires like division
Division of labor
Division of glamour
Glamour of you
Glamour in you
You are beautiful
You are honest
Honest in naughtiness
Honest to goodness
Goodness in Math
Goodness in path
Path to Wonderland
Path in Neverland
Neverland of magic
Neverland so hypnotic
Hypnotic in loving
Hypnotic and caring
Caring with less
Caring and penniless
Math of penniless
More or less
I breathe the beginning of new life in the spring
I feel the gentle gift of life giving rain
I see the newborn Fawn standing on her own
I plant the seeds of my hunger, hues of Flowers, easy on the Eyes
The warmth of the Summer Sun, heats my heart and Soul
The soft summer rain splashes in the Gardens
The vegetables grow while Flowers rainbow the scenery
The gentle wind whispers with the melody of the songbirds
As the Hues of the leaves sparkle along the Landscape
As fall's sunsets rainbow the colorful sights below
As the Northwind slowly begins to show it's rage
As nature's creatures scurry to fill for winter's wrath
When the winter wind begins to howl barren trees stand tall
When the angery snow defiles Mother Nature's Beauty
When the Ice shimmers upon the frozen lakes
When I look I see the beauty of my life, my Home
The calls of the flocks to this years migration
a roving community of birds in each nation
rising and diving above mists in the rocks
the drawing together for birthing new flocks
The coo of the crane in a wetland bog
the bob of its head when its nabbed a frog
opened winged geese in passages soar
north back to south or a western shore
Above our earth the traversing vast miles
into the snowfall or cliffside defiles
a race upon water to lure this years mate
or share in the catch a dance woven like date
Such grace of movement their wings on the breeze
like rhythms beating to ascend above trees
how can one capture such beauty so grand
of a creatures decent upon sky upon land
Motion so elegant their journey's in sky
mankinds observations our own desire to fly
the form of their pinions upon outstreched wings
to follow freedom this kind of life dreams
Lowlands or Highlands the wild fowl domains
in deserts or plateaus aviary terrains
on pole ice or islands you'll find their rests
every year you'll find them their community nests
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
This world is filled with problems
many they are cause much grief
but there is real major one
a heart whose sickness is not brief
This is the one thing I wish
that I would like to change
the heart of man so diseased
filled with sin all so strange
God provides the light of His word
so that man could see the light
in seeing His word so to believe
turning from their darkest night
Jesus told us in His holy word
that what comes out of our heart
impurity deceit foolishness and sin
is what defiles us not just a part
Oh that man would truly listen
to their creator king and obey
so that their hearts be changed
transforming life's each and every day
So wish that all the world
would recognise they are wrong
repent turn to receive God's mercy
for Jesus's return not be too long
A glance that seemed expendable, but the closer I looked the deeper her beauty sprouts
From a period I consider lifeless came purpose
My heart just kept drawing closer
kindled by the urge to express beauty as an art
I had my projections but love defiles
It strings you to a soul yet embodied in the smile of another
Running wild your heart races
Swift lightening engulfing your senses
I am but a soldier left for victory or pity
Like an espionage at enemy lines I've made my choice
Love is worth the fight so I'll see this war till the endless end of forever
It may take my all, but that is my call.
To the one I chose above all.
Rise of a sorrowful song
Swords clash and strike
The feud has been long
The hails and wails of bloodshed
Clubs, gunpowder, blood and fire
Head, body, arms separate by fury
The gloomy splash at the sun rays
Cries, lamentation, separation spring
Then Silence...
Shadows of death
Valley of dead bodies
VULTURES
Offensive stench defiles the pure air
Mix with sand dust and blood.
The women are pregnant again
Deliverance... Baby Boys
Growing, growing with fury
Burning, burning with vengeance
Tasting blood and fights
Their heart poisoned with the feud
Their eyes red and fueled with venom
Without emotions
Killing without mercy
Getting ready...
Today is the war
Armed to the core...
A change came today
The rain, a shower of love
A voice of peace
Proclaiming a truce
Giving peace a chance...
Brothers rend the air
White doves...
PEACE
Happy mothers and celebrations.
Happy ever after...
I want to hear what you dream and desire,
what sets you free and your eyes afire;
what steals over you and makes you whole,
what you will love no matter the toll.
I want to walk with you through all strife,
through all that besets us in this life;
through the joys that release your easy smiles,
through the deepest depths of despair's defiles.
I want to learn how to read all your faces,
how to make your heart jump off to the races;
how to quiet your tears and fears when they come,
how to assure you feel safe in love's soft thrum.
I want to feel what it'd be like to grow with you,
what it'd be like to be your eventual "I do";
what it'd be like to make that promise and that bet,
what it'd be like not to wonder - have we ever met?
Cold walls line the filthy, darkened highway underground,
A breathless void, where daylight never makes a sound.
No leafy shroud to cloak my weary, rugged frame,
Dilated eyes, weak, trembling, and steeped in nameless shame.
I stagger on, my gaze a frantic, fearful sweep,
A rat squeaks, scurrying beneath my calloused feet.
A hand claws at my tattered bed sheet, sharp and cold,
Despair erupts—I cry for help, no hand to hold.
The night persists, its shadows choking every air,
An endless labyrinth, no solace, no escape to dare.
Hope, a fragile thread, is severed, faith undone,
Until a tiny glimmer breaks—a promise of the sun.
I race toward the light, its pull an urgent plea,
But footsteps echo—others run, and now they’re chasing me.
Whispers coil, screams pierce, a baby’s wailing cry,
The fragile glow is swallowed, lost within the tide.
And in that moment, truth descends—a heavy weight:
The darkness isn’t night alone, but woven into fate.
Burdens crush, deceit defiles, and spirits lose their fire,
The voices all around me sing of madness, not desire.
In this unending, bleak abyss beneath the ground,
We yearn for hope, yet drown in shadows that surround.
Still, faint and distant, light persists beyond the veil,
But bound in chains, our feet can't follow, frail and pale.