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It tells the soul,
I’ll give you wings.
I’ll enlighten you and bring peace.
I’ll fill your mind with a brilliant idea.
I’ll cause your heart to feel like it agrees…
With me, anything is possible –
Even the darkest doubts will see…
With me, the champion, the star –
There is a promise of no worries, no qualms,
No reason to doubt the alcohol.
It tells the soul,
You’re free to do anything,
You can dream and believe.
You can always achieve.
You will know and agree… this drink,
It provides your mind with ingenuity,
Gives your heart wings, your life originality.
It tells the soul,
Yes, oh yes, you are free,
While, in secret, it locks the chains,
Chains sent to expose your insecurity,
Chains meant to destroy your certainty,
Chains sent to darken your skies,
And bleed worry into all of your nights.
As it tells your soul – you are free,
It imprisons you with bonds that, in fact,
Will make it nearly impossible to breakout,
Escape the tears, the fears, the years…
Seas of heartbreak and loneliness,
Seas of misery and melancholic fate,
Seas who drown you in an alcoholic’s regret!
When this gift is given, does it strike fear into the hearts of the Peddlers of Perdition?
The Peddlers, what will they sow in the hearts of humanity once the gift is given?
Are the illusions they give, trap the naive into not accepting this wonderful gift?
Will they soil this gift with words of deceit?
Is this Gift to all our salvation?
The touch of this small gift, will it enlighten and awaken us in unity of love?
Does the gift enlightens the many by loving examples through sacrifice?
Am I the gift, small and insignificant that no one sees?
Who is this gift given in this time of need?
It’s Simply Magic
It’s just a little bit of magic, to enlighten your world;
It’s just another illusion, to fool the boys and girls.
It’s just another magic hat trick, with a rabbit inside;
It’s just another cut the woman in half trick, where nobody dies.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
Yeah, because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
So if you want a magician, to fool the kids,
Then just give him a call and he will come and use magic.
With a pack of cards, or China’s Great Wall,
He’ll show you the impossible.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
Yeah, because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
I think you’ll like it, not a little but a lot.
He tries his best, to put on a good show.
His bag of magic tricks, hide the secrets he’s got hidden
And how he does it, nobody knows.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
Because it’s magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is,
It’s simply another confidence trick.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
If you think the nightmares
You have as a kid
Are really all that scary
Then have a listen to this
With your monsters in the closet
Boogie men under the bed
Werewolves at the window
Ghosts floating overhead
They don't even come close
To the stress of the adult
Let me take the time to enlighten you
To the real nightmares through this poem
There's the annoying bill collector
Always beating on the door
As your Uncle Sam AKA the Tax Man
Is always wanting more
And just when you think gas prices
Have reached the ultimate peak
They raise the price 20¢ over night
Then double that the next week
How about your job down sizing
And not inviting you along
With your entire lot now in a box
Sold down the river with a song
And let's not forget the aches and pains
That magically appear
Over every square inch of your body
Year by year by grueling year
Or when the doctor comes in the room
And asks you to sit down
Informing you in a week or two
You'll no longer be around
So if you want to swap nightmare stories
You'd better pull those covers tight
Cause adulthood has some doozies
Sweet dreams kid and good night
Just a fun little bedtime story to read to the kids!
The Cromlech
Roots do not grow in monolith mono-light mono-life
the flat stone of wisdom balances on light and darkness
No moon without the sun the stars the little me in Universe
frightened fortunate translucent transparent transitional opaque
in contrasts contradiction’s complements of polar opposites
Shadows sparkle brightly finding openings from the dark the black
the void the awful vortex depressing tunnel vision prism’s shelter
shining illuminations shade pride pre-judgement enlighten intuition
embrace and cover cracks and crevices they join together
Rainbows and rain-glows rain-blows’ flows do not patronise
once they emerge who the patron wants to be born from the yew
tree of at times annoying living in the village called home and the self
The bark the oval berries leafs ramifications are not vicious or vindictive
the energy and water systems nutrients therein are so amazing
the change and growths broken branches withered sentiments sediments
are what we make of them grim gruesome delightful and victorious
if we so choose the path that shines in light and darkness blazing
brightness in the tedious awful gloom yet sooty glitters' solemn soiree
Life is but a temporary solar lunar inter-webbed ensemble a tree
a monument museum’s nature’s pantograph perspective pre- and
post-historic past and future present future-past a balancing of one
on other you and I of stone of tree and fruit compost and new beginnings
and every moment is a prelude grounded foreplay focal lens and blossom
A Cromlech Dolmen celebration lightness juxtaposed nocturne and moon
24th July
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Written: by Miracle Man
2-10-2020
We make a choice of self over submission,
but it always comes at a very high cost.
By God, We were given this great commission,*
go into the world winning those who are lost.
Often fear of questions buys our quieten,
but we can't let fear hinder us from speaking.
God opens doors so others we'll enlighten,
and aid in the harvest that He is seeking.
A believers job is to witness where sent,
that salvation requires nothing on their part.
A lost person has nothing else to present,
but desire to surrender a contrite heart.
Mark 16:15-16 KJV)
15 And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.
16 He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned.
The Path of God
The path of God is a tightrope, walk with caution
with only belief to keep your balance, but fear not son
in the face of the winds of distraction and discord, that is all you need to cope
walk with caution, the path of God is a tightrope.
The path of God is a maze, walk with purpose
it is easy to get lost in the Stygian puzzle, but He believes in us
faith will enlighten the golden path, before you it lays
walk with purpose, the path of God is a maze.
The path of God is a dark tunnel, walk fearlessly
know that it is seldom taken, only the righteous can see
that truth is your lamp amid the dark, truth only you can channel
walk fearlessly, the path of God is a dark tunnel.
One finds several paths in life, choose wisely my son
I have brought you up well, your golden essence you must not shun
though your journey with traps will be rife
choose wisely my son, one finds several paths in life.
Contest: Swap Meet
Sponsor: Carol Connell
21 April 2019
I have decided to be more Christian
less anything else.
A tiny Jesus-voice,
or a bug inside my head has said:
'enough is frigging enough.'
Since Christians are derided, abused,
and killed without even a headline.
Since I am not 'saved' and don’t need to be,
since I will always stand for the
guy with the sweaty shirt collar,
the woman who has faith in her womb,
the dog under the fat man’s table
the individual not the rabble.
I have decided to join a church.
I am not going, just joining
no one needs to know,
it will be just my little chapel for one
and no one else.
And if some intellectual buffoon
with a simplistic degree in applied logic
derides my secret belief,
I will enlighten that pitiful person
with a curse horrid enough
to make the very devils-own blush.
I ruminate about the past
in the roaring rain,
I never understood
the happiness game,
One of my architects
used brutality to enlighten me
I wondered if this was the
reason my spirit was so cold,
Why did my eyes resemble the winter snow?
I didn't find empathy until
I transited back in time.
There were endless pieces of me I. couldn't find.
At dawn, I wore my impostor smile.
Until Insomnia became my pristine first name,
Jolted by twilight, I saw my truths
shimmering, from the sky,
I learned to be content
with my shadow
and those luminous scars.
HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE LOVED THIS MUCH
NO ONE HAS LOVED ME THIS MUCH
I MEAN EVERYONE WE HAVED TOUCHED HAVE LOVE
BUT NOT US WHY CAN'T WE TOUCH LIKE THE DOVE
YOU KNOW I THINK A LOVE LIKE OURS SHOULD
BE DONATED FOR PEACE ATLEAST IT WON'T BE
HIDDEN I LOVE YOU HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO KNOW I HAVE GIVING YOU YES YOU
ALL THAT I AM AND ALL THAT I HAVE
AS A DOOR MAT WORTHLESS
AND ON THE OTHER HAND FREELY GIVEN
SO THERE'S NO ONE TO BLAME BUT STUPID
CONFUSED CUPID ME I HOPE YOU HAD FUN
ATLEAST A LAUGH OR TWO I CAN ONLY BE REAL
SO TELL ME HOW THE HELL DOES IT FEEL
ENLIGHTEN ME PLEASE GIVE ME THAT
HOW DOES IT FEEL
HOW DOES IT FEEL KNOWING SOMEONE GAVE YOU
EVERYTHING I MEAN ALL THAT I AM AND ALL
THAT I HAVE HOW DOES IT FEEL WHAT WILL YOU
DO WITH ALL OF ME I'M YOURS YES, I LOVED YOU
MORE THAN YOU COULD CONCIEVE WHAT WILL YOU
DO WITH ALL MY LOVE THERES NONE LEFT FOR ME
NOW MY POP ALWAYS SAID SHARE HONEY IT WILL
BE OKAY WELL IT'S NOT OKAY I SHOULD DONATE
MY LOVE TO IRAQ WHERE LIFE IS HELL ATLEAST MY
LOVE WOULD MATTER HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE
LOVED LIKE THIS NO ONE HAS LOVED ME THIS WAY
WOW WHERE'S HOME IN HELL I MISS YOUR SWEET
VOICE ON THE PHONE AND NOW YOU'RE GONE
MAYBE I'M MEANT TO BE ALONE YOU KNOW
THERE'S NO PLACE IN THIS ONELY WORLD
FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE THIS MUCH
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN ON 5-3-2004
COPYWRITTEN 5-14-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE ST FORT MYERS FLORIDA