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Looking like fire from the sky are 10 nails that speak of love.
The tips are rounded.
The bottom nails have a gold tip on the big toes.
The feet are healthy and look smooth.
The donna takes care of her nails and feet since she has to work hard and needs a break.
The red nails show her independence and strong will to succeed.
When she sleeps the nails show the hard work they have endured.
These hands and feet of hers need a massage.
After all a fire warms us when we are cold. We need to stroke the fire if it will remain with us.
She is the queen of my dreams.
The everlasting fire in my soul.
VERSE 1
I was walking through the
shadows in the valley of my
shame,
Carrying a heavy burden,
barely whispering His name.
But a light broke through the
darkness at the turning of
the day,
When I cried out to the
Master, and He washed my
sins away.
CHORUS
Oh, His Grace is like a river,
flowing deep and flowing
free,
Breaking every heavy chain
to set the captive free!
Standing on the Rock of
Ages, I am lifted by His love,
Shouting glory, hallelujah, for
the peace sent from above!
VERSE 2
When the stormy winds are
blowing and my faith begins
to fall,
I can hear His gentle whisper
saying, "Child, you shall
prevail."
He's my shelter in the
tempest, He's my fortress in
the night,
Turning all my deepest
sorrows into victory and
light.
CHORUS
Oh, His grace is like a river,
flowing deep and flowing
free,
Breaking every heavy chain
to set the captive free!
Standing on the Rock of
Ages, I am lifted by His love,
Shouting glory, hallelujah, for
the peace sent from above!
BRIDGE
No more weeping in the
darkness, no more
wandering alone,
For He bought me with a
price and called me safely as
His own.
With a new song in my spirit
and a fire in my soul,
It's the power of His mercy
that has made this sinner
whole!
OUTRO
Yes, He made me whole,
Glory, hallelujah!
Praise His holy name,
He made me whole.
I didn't think anyone would ever argue that I am broken
Life has thrown up one too many challenges to me
I survived but I suppose i am more like magma from
Volcano
I am like molten rock that's been aerated by fire
I am to be fertile soil eventually
I still have fire in my soul but my substance has been burnt out
I lack beauty
I am ash
I'm told Ash makes great fertilizer
Perhaps I can fertilize your soil
with words
Tired and accelerated ... exhilarated
it rises
and I see it cresting through my window.
And as it does
I feel as if I am brand new
Granite and limestone
and I am gold
I am frankincense and I am Mir
Lines on the mountains
I am a million years old
I am 600 million years old
I am worn but I'm like that white rock you find on the beach
You can't help but respect the beauty of the lines that show up in a rock
jostled and beaten and tormented by the sea
I am purely round and all of my edges are gone
I am no fairy tale nor whimsical dream
this small white rock "knows"
pumice that from Volcano was born
only to become ash and then to become soil
and then become the fodder
forth from
new life
Small rock
Big Story
I have braved the river of truth just to see what you would do,
I have passed through the sea of time just to see if you were mine
But hope lingers on the days gets longer and the moments get closer
And hearts meet silently in the village at the end of the street.
I have braved the wind and the rain, just to see what is happening over there but nothing has changed, all I can see is your four-chambered heart looking at me through the dark and the two ventricles operating in a double circulatory system .What on earth is going on I am trying desperately to understand I have to take out the science book and search diligently through the cook book before my emotions betrays me.
I have braved the fire in my soul to walk with you before I grow old, I have examine the chambers in the human frame just to see if the color inside were the same, the right ventricle pumps blood into the pulmonary circulation to the lungs and the left ventricle pump systematic circulation through the aorta the main and largest artery in the human body.
The aorta distributes oxygenated blood to all parts of the body through a systematic circulation of the left ventricle. And the valves keeps opening and closing.
Now I know where you stand we will walk hand in hand and sing a melodious song until we cross over, the gap between them has opened and it will take several thousand mile before he cross the bridge, I can enjoy a slow across the bridge and enjoy the company of my new found friend, we will spend quiet times underneath the lights and close the bridge just before mid-night; we just have a few days to go before we celebrate the success of the show. Reach out and touch the lover's heart.
That treasury of memories most precious,
With these few words I seek to praise.
It is our school yearbooks of the past,
The repository of events from happier days.
I thank GOD for time to compose this tale
And for youth of spirit to view these scenes.
Cause this adventure began so long ago,
When we started the trek as kings and queens.
The voyage took me far beyond this shore,
Where clocks no longer tick and time marches not,
And the almond-eyed girl strums her instrument
Until sweet dreams overtake me asleep on my cot.
I follow her as my vision assumes a landscape,
Across green pastures and meandering streams.
‘Til a pyramid of bamboo comes into view,
A quite curious structure of bamboo beams.
There at the entrance I climb the marble steps,
And carry this precious book into the darkness.
Being guided by the inner aura of mystique,
I gave the volume rest in the drawer of a chest.
As I bowed to request GOD’s grace and blessing,
The fire in my soul yearned for a divine quencher.
The whole world seemed beautiful as I left,
Knowing that tomorrow starts a new adventure.
I know what it means
To go to bed without food
To go to school without shoes
To yearn for Eqaul Education
to free your mind
Just to be told you just can't handle
White education
Here's Bantu education for you
I know what Poverty is
I've lived it
I've smelled it
I've Breathed it
Yet never accepted it
Living in a town
with a twisted perverted mentality
That pinned up lil notices
That said:
This town is for white people only
Black dogs may enter through the back door
Because they are our servants
We are your masters
Permanently and perpetually
Using the Bible to take everything
A black man owns
Asserting,
If you accept God in your Life
He will come save you
During your time of need
But you shall not own this land because
God said I should be your Master
A town that still can't accept that
a black man is human too
Not some animal to be
Tarred, Feathered and hung up a tree to die
I've witnessed old wrinkled men
Bow Down with Surbodination
To call a little boy "Baas"
I've witnessed neighbors go dig
Their Loved ones out of the land
They once owned
Because the Master said
I don't want dead people on my Land
Your land?
Did u come carrying land in your boat
when you left The Dutchland?
Did u come carrying Gold,
Diamonds and Platinum
When u left England?
Is that why you feel obliged
to have the black man go down
the earth's pit to get your diamonds
so you can have a nice shiny Crown?
While he goes home
to a table with lil to no food?
Telling him you better not catch him
Walking around this town without
a Passbook,
That grants him that Privilege
I've got Fire in my Soul
Ignited only by true Virtue,
Liberation
I climb beyond human heights
I dare not to be just ordinary
I defy human Limitations
I've got Fire in my Soul
Ignited it burns
Explosive, Subversive
Never to be Subjugated
But Liberated within....
Dream is what you are!!
The one that makes me smile when asleep..!!
And fill me up with joy and energy when I am awake..!!
Healing up my wounds from my past..!!
And giving me the hope and strength to march ahead..!!
Dream is what you are!!
The dream that makes me believe in Love and God..!!
A dreams that shows me light even during darkest of nights..!!
Keeping me warm even during the coldest of times..!!
And giving me the hope and strength to fight another day..!!
Dream is what you are!!
The one that ignites the fire in my soul..!!
And gives me thousand reasons to cherish my life..!!
Giving me the push to look for an even better life..!!
By inspiring me to aspire even high..!!
Dream is what you are!!
The one that I don't want to wake up from..!!
A thought which my nightmares are made of...!!
The reason that can break my heart..!!
And finish up my soul..!!
But ...
Dream is what you are!!
The one that makes me smile when asleep..!!
And fill me up with joy and energy when I am awake..!!
Healing up my wounds from my past..!!
And giving me the hope and strength to march ahead..!!
Form:
It's hard to be a woman, I confess
Must care about your looks, your walk, your dress
you're told time and again, you're meant to please
and so you wax, and shave, and pluck and tweeze
It's hard to be a woman, I confess
you need time to dress up AND to undress!
Your dainty negligee's there to entice
when love is done, you rush to add the spice
The soup is bubbling over, must work fast
desert's still baking, make the supper last
when supper's done, the kitchen you must clean
And God forbid if you've no time to preen
Before they're all tucked in, make sure to pray
That you will shine at work and then at play
You get between the sheets and sweetly sigh
"My lover dear, close eyes, I'm close nearby
And should you wake from sleep and need some cheer
the kind that man all need from ladies dear
Well, then reach out and fill your every whim
Just let me sleep on through, keep those lights dim
I need to wake up early, feed the clan
and put away each dish and pot and pan
I need to rush to work to serve my boss
If I'm not there on time, oh, he'll be cross
Before the day is done, I'll get a wax
In fight against those hairs, I can't be lax
Perhaps I'll get back home by half past six
In time to add some nuts to patty mix!"
It's hard to be a woman, night time creams
and aging nightmares clash with youthful dreams
It's hard to be a woman; rub those heels!
make sure you're baby soft, use fancy peels
It's hard to be a woman and play dumb
So's not to scare the macho minded chum
It's hard to be a woman and appease
When no one says, "Thank you", or "Dear", or "Please!"
It's hard to be a woman, but I am
I'll spread that peanut butter and that jam
But I'll not hide the fire in my soul
to make some man feel strong, completely whole
It's hard to be a woman, this I know
that eyes are watching everywhere I go
It's hard to be a woman, glory be
No one can be a woman quite like me!!!
Eileen Manassian
Dear Mr. Frost
....
You gave to me a close-up view
Brand new eyes to see the world
The smallest things were brought to light,
enhanced and made to stand alone
You loaned to me new polished shoes....
to walk through words and see them clear
You reached beyond your own despair
and filled my life with something rare
You found a jewel in each small thing
In ways that I could then, relate...
A leaning barn, ...a field of wheat,
a country road beneath my feet
A picture of a bird in flight against a sky of prose and slate
Rural life became alive...
Reflected in a visual climb
....
Your losses came, and with a cost…
You held me fast within your spell
Perhaps it helped you nurse your soul
I was inspired from the very first...
The first time that I read your verse
I felt a need to share and tell....
Finding beauty between the lines...
To see the detail....to magnify...
To see moth's wing against the vine...
Beauty in the smallest thing....you made it mine
You gave the words to fan a flame...to build a fire in my soul
....
With every poem, ...you held me tighter
handing me the ink and paper
to show me ways to write it better
No matter whether children's laughter or
trees of apples, kitten whiskers....
A thing of beauty in the simple thing
You woke my world and made it sing
_______________________________
The Fire in My Soul
The fire in my soul is real
as you left me in such a strife,
and no miracles and magic
can now restore my shattered life.
Nothing is left now for me since
the fire in my soul is real.
My spirit cries and I so wince
in pain with a love now so lost.
We must attempt to find our love
again, if perchance we can for
the fire in my soul is real,
and I can’t gone on as before.
I ask God Himself in Heaven
that we can love and now be one,
and restore what we once had for
the fire in my soul is real.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 30, 2015 (Quatern)