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Of all the wonderful things
and this is what I think of
The days that die away
Dire toward
from a body painted like a portrait
i now realize my days were worth living
and i apologize if my smile
is a bigger burden then you can bare
drinking death
maybe that's what belief is
a journey of man to find himself
Having gotten over looking into the mirror at night
I find it harder to face the days
standing closer to the carousel
I see the ends in sight
fairytales give us something to believe in
when this life becomes too real
I'm about to go watch a movie
and pretend tomorrow doesnt matter
"empty artist"
The Swallows
Like dotted foreheads of women, our land was dotted with swallows;
They had rap dances on the farmers’ ploughs and bulls’ yokes in the field
With feathery steps to the toilers’ footsteps till the land was filled with yield.
The harvest saw them fluttering about in mirth, mating and birthing new fellows.
When fields became housing colonies and farmers became paupers, the swallows
Too became refugees like humans without legs; their nakedness had no shield;
Their songs had no listeners; past pulled their todays as the future feared to yield
And stood still; droves and droves migrated towards pastures new with few fellows.
Gone were our dreams when mobile tower antennas began lynching us so much;
Much horror followed when fatal ‘hellos’ just snapped our lives like winged sparks;
Magnets and rays radiated fatwas to our stagnant gen; we flew away and away
Searching for abodes to perch safely and to have a rap once again, but a touch
On the tout corporate wires across fields make us cuddle our legs like fail marks
And fold our wings like feather blazers; fear of life drives us, to die, away, and away.
10/13/12
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God’s Faithfulness
Faithfulness is everything to God
He promises those that are faithful to Him
And His laws—eternal life and happiness
When God commanded Hosea to marry a prostitute,
He was teaching Hosea the process of restoration
Hosea was to be committed to this woman
Despite her many wrongs and sinful practices
God’s ultimate faithfulness is about fortitude and commitment
And through repentance—restoration
Acknowledging our sins, and enduring others' sins
For God promises to rescue those who repent
To possess God’s faith we must practice faith
Bearing each others' burdens as Hosea endured his wife’s
For all of our fortitude is for a purpose
To serve each other forever
In our eternal lives in the Kingdom of God
*inspired by Steve Orchard*
The Good News
For centuries and more,
Many have turned to leaders of this world
Instead of relying on God
In these days of troubles, warfare and suffering
God wants us to envision a government run by him
Human-led governments will transform into a righteous régime
Those who have inspired rebellion against God
Will die away, disposed from the light
Not only human leaders will witness the uprightness
Satan and his demons in awe will be bound
Giving Christ time to produce good and peace
To those who consistently followed His way of life
God is working out his purpose
And many of us will not like it or see His works
And as false prophets amaze the public,
God will ultimately heal the public
One day most everyone will be willing to listen
And the world will be restored to a fruitful condition
Where good news of peace and comfort
Will merely be a reality
*inspired by John Anderson*
Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift
Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted
in solid white
Auburn gold shadows creep along the horizon
where morning and night crest like waves upon each other
frothing sudden color in thier blending fight
Ruby red undertones flame up across the frost filled clouds
then die away slowly to golds and then ice gray
and then moonless white
in the lights of a passing car... flakes ignite..dazzle and die away again
an owl ...its bright black eyes
against round white face
calls out
"ahhhhooooooooooo"
swoops down across the vast field
its feathers struck out white
like white flames held aloft..........or flashing silver polished metal
against black forest and gray sky...
against
the now darkening of night
and I am reminded of a book from my childhood
that read...
"Who.... who... who ....are you?"
The candles flicker on dainty dancers of hope
leaping and falling and leaping again...
so like myself...I have to wonder...
do they never learn? do they never give up?
Turning from the window I smile at all the richness of the bright within
the colors of red and green...
the sparkle of packages and bows not yet even wrapped
but that will lie beneath my tree in time
the crackle of a wood fire...the smells of pine bows and of things I have collected
to celebrate these days
and I am merry ...in my soul
ever hopeful ever believing...ever true
ever listening ......
for your key hit
hoping it will still come someday...
if I am lucky...perhaps before Christmas has grown cold
in the hearth and heart once more
the owl calls out again
"Who who ......who are you?"
and I know who I am
I am a woman who loves a man
and for him I keep on the light
and ration like gold
the oil
Could it be that you were right?
I have discovered I do have a heart.
Can it be that you are my version of Lil' Cindy Lu Who.
Whose singing is making my tiny Grinch's heart begin to grow.
My eyes see brighter.
I can feel once again.
My steps have quickened.
I find I have a place to go, a heart to share.
My laughter catching.
Making sadness a memory.
I smile in rapid succession, exposing the sparkles that fly from my eyes.
Even the weight that sits on my shoulders is beginning to lift.
Like a magic trick it is disappearing.
Who knew there where such things as a good poison for your soul.
With the poisons from the light that is growing in my soul.
The sorrow that was residing has begun to die away.
My morphing is changing me into what a real heart should be.
I need now to create a recipe.
Feed it to the populations.
So they too can feel their Grinch's heart growing.
Oceans emotionally damage me,
Yet heal me from deep within
Commotions injure me so sweetly…
Regret leaving you once again
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Dry away the tears from my eyes
Hide away the shame of our lies
Words fade and hatred festers into awful pride
Fly away the fears of our lows and highs
Boy, how time flies
Words degrade us and dread enters deep inside
When we exchange our goodbyes
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
I’m devoted to a lonely state of mind
You’re an awesome find and we bind
Into this horrendous frame of heart
Heated up in here with fear, torn apart
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade today
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
Our words fade away
I pray away the pain come what may and I wish you’d be here next to me
In the month of May,
I deliver my soul from dismay
In the month of May,
I die away, then I’m alive and dive into the waters of flames that fray my body
Our words fade away
Words degrade us and dread enters deep inside, disappearing exceedingly
When we exchange our wretched goodbyes
Decaying in the ruins and deepening my rivers, running oh so rapidly
When we engage in slumberless lullabies
Our words fade away
Dry away the tears from my eyes
Hide away the shame of our lies
Words fade and hatred festers into awful pride
Fly away the fears of our lows and highs
Words fade and my heart cries
Words fade and my mind tries
To make my lips smile a little longer, longing for a passionate kiss
It makes my friendships sink below the surface, above your shallow surface
Dedicated to the song: Vanish Into You by Lady Gaga
Upon an uneven pillar stands an unending struggle, coursing through blood, travelling from one generation to the nex
Through the veil of dawn's mist, weary feet follow the jhum trails, while the ceaseless hymn of waterfalls etches the story of survival into the face of time.
The shadow-laden forest remains their unwavering companion.
Across the mountains, evening fires glow.
With burdens bending their shoulders, they make their way home-yet the weight never leaves them.
The flames die away, and the struggle is swallowed by the weary silence of night.
Within the humble home of the uneven pillar, dreams quietly awaken.
Before the first light, in the deepest darkness, the mountains sow the seeds of an unborn tomorrow, as if each dawn could coax tender shoots from the heart of stone.
Night yields at last.
The path is lit once more, the mist parts, and daylight returns.
Though marked by wounds, the footsteps never falter.
In the silent passing of hands from one generation to another, the same burden endures.
After countless seasons, through silence, storms, and time itself, the uneven pillar still stands.
It only takes a moment,
But lets you care forever,
To free, reason and understand:
In him you fully and safely land.
You can give to him with your all,
And more, but your best is truly enough:
Your suggestions, perceptions and hopes,
He will never in any way snuff.
The weeks that follow find your building,
Upon that meeting of the eyes,
Which continue on in his looks of care,
His love for you that he can't disguise.
He convinces you that you are feeling too,
Sided with him, to always fight his corner,
And that he can discuss with you his shames,
Knowing to always go just that step further.
Life is metamorphosed,
Into happy, when it was sad,
And you know he’ll talk to you,
If you are ever bad.
The only description of it,
Is that you are chained in love to one another,
But to claim this restraint is to lie,
And certify each others ardour.
I really think your first love is your best,
And that he’ll never die away,
But stay with you, in your heart forever,
Giving you confidence in your way.
It is with sad heart that I say my goodbye.
It is there I will miss the smile you put apon my face everyday.
That just having you kept my heart pumping to where now it is dead of feeling.
It is of a heartless soul to which exist within me.
It is with anger and tears my eyes bleed.
With that of a rose to which is of dead leaves,so does my being
know of its feel to dry and die away.
My sight is no longer there for like the fresh of breath he give me,it has vanish.
I am just a person now and not a being.
The love may still be there but it hurts me to take in deep air as my pain
I feel on my chest is a kill.
There I have lost the woman I love for life that once told,never look back.
But to look back is the experience that life has taken,rather good or bad.
But that of a trust to which was ripped and torn to shred.
It was of a love one could know and feel.
That to which made them stand proud to say I am who I am and this is my other half.
One that only one could dream of with their eye's close but not to be pinch for awakening
because their eye's where already open.
It's there the pain hurts because loving you exist no more.
That there is a void harder to fill and that's having you made everything seem so real.
All blocks is gone because so am I.
That you find nothing but an empty wall with no writting there with love but you
find a man lost in the moment.
Because their his love was strong for only one woman.
He never really understand why she loved if she really did but them words touch
deeply into a soul now torn to shred.
But his love still is that one day it finds it's way back where it belongs and he may live to
love another day instead of hating everything to which is now just life to him.
But to love that specail woman that makes his world go round and time stand still because
there she was everything.
That now it's all just a dream.
I Love~ them words doesn't even matter because thats all they was.
Were something to hurt the being because there it really doesn't exist but in the mind
because my heart bleeds river of blood.
When I see your fantasy,
My heart is filled with ecstasy;
Roses my eyes do see.
When I set them to lie,
Over night's terrors they can't survive
But in your beauteous light do rely.
Goodnight to our sleepless souls,
Which linger not in holes;
But with endless oaths, stronger than poles:
Wherewith loving dreams can't help,
Espying the daily memories kep'.
We'd play in the downs
When the morning wears sweet-love gowns.
Indelible in the dark.
Love is stressed happiness:
That though it aches,.
Strengthens confidence of plain hearts.
Lo, Love be sickness:
To heal or let die away
Like a night turned out unto a day.