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You hated that cycle
Stationary, destructive
You would never ride
You would be instructive
...training behavior
The moment she arrived
You held her in purity
Cuddling and kissing
The absolute assurity
...I AM GOOD
Less than a year, gone
And you found yourself on
That blackened throne
You recognized wrong doing
Certainly worth pursuing
Getting her out of the zone
...destroying thoughts
It was skin on the petal
Chasing the air with bladed medal
Numb to screams of pain
Til the nasty demon was slain
...crying MERCY
Years past her trauma
She had created a world of drama
Blaming you for all her sorrow
You had become what you loathed
Completely clothed
In the wardrobe you had to borrow
...for the exercise
Sweet daughter, you have value
Still a baby in Mama's arms
It is the trauma that cycles
Bringing all that destroys and harms
...understanding
TRUTH remains...you are LOVED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-04-2023
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Only Jesus Will Keep You
verse 1
there comes a time in your life
when things just don't feel right
and those feelings inside you
verse 2
all those horrible things
just keep remembering
but yet the power of hope is all around you
Chorus
For this is right, you know it's right
That the healing power of Christ
Will keep you. will keep you
Only Jesus Christ will keep you
woo oh oh, oh woo oh
verse 3
now things come and they go
there's something happening
that I, I Oh, I can't explain
I know Him, you know Him Jesus is His name
Chorus
For this is right, you know it's right
That the healing power of Christ
Will keep you. will keep you
Only Jesus Christ will keep you
woo oh oh, oh woo oh
Reframe:
so go on open your arms
receive Him, for He will save you and heal you
from all of those things that hurting and harms you
as I pray for you, just receive and believe. believe
as I stand here today, let the Lord have His way
Chorus
For this is right, you know it's right
That the healing power of Christ
Will keep you. will keep you
Only Jesus Christ will keep you
woo oh oh, oh woo oh
It's so right Jesus is the only one who can save your life
Spirit mind body and soul
Allow Him in then you will know, (you'll know)
11/19/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
arranged music by The Corinthian & James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology "Jesus Someone To Believe In"
(5/9/12)
I was coming home late from a date, and did not look
To see if anyone was around or was following me.
When out of the darkness he jumped out
And put his hand on my mouth.
Then put a knife to my throat and told me
“don’t be stupid if you want to live
To me your body you will give.”
She was always told : “don’t put your life in harms way
And if you can - run away”.
And if someone grabs you from behind
You must stomp on his foot as hard as you can
He will loosen up his hand. ( which she did)
She swung her arm back as hard as she could
The pain in his crotch - he understood.
He dropped the knife and released his hold
She ran so fast - before her legs got cold.
Now there is a reason for this poem I must tell.
DON’T BE A VICTIM- RUN LIKE HELL.
I always told my daughter : to always look around
And to listen for any unfamiliar sound
Preventive medicine can always help you through
If you know just what to do.
p.s. this is just a story -but can happen.
In your modern nation
Your civilisation
Is under a threat from miniaturisation
’cause one day they’ll make it, in China they’ll fake it
A nice compact nuclear bomb...
That Clips on a rocket
That fits in your pocket
And no one cares where it comes from
Taiwan or China or what could be finer...
A genuine one from Hong Kong
Global destruction
With basic instruction
For people in banks, shops and farms
Wherever they’re working there’s somebody lurking
Demanding the right to bear arms
Your forefathers voted
And thus it was noted
(In spite of a future not reckoned)
They’d keep arms resplendent, and wrote an amendment
And this one they numbered the second
But when they discussed it
Sword, cannon and musket
Was just about all that they’d got
Rather less keen, if they had foreseen
Machine gun or multiple shot
If you need to clobber
a thug or a robber
Here’s what I can’t help thinking of
One shot at a time can stop them just fine
So, what’s with the Kalashnikov
So when they invent it
And fakers have bent it
And nobody cares who it harms
I hope you have fun with your nuclear gun
’cause you have the right to bear arms
It took me more than a long journey...
to learn what I have learned in a lifetime,
and thinking it over: it has been so worthwhile;
so love as I love and throw nothing away!
These instincts won't allow anything to be trifling,
giving nothing and expecting returns,
but appreciating whatever is given to anybody
in small or greater amounts;
who's more blessed the giver or the taker...
when you are told answers so misleading?
Money is useless to a miser,
if it is kept in a treasure chest without being given away!
Love seems to have lost that appeal so respectable,
its modern meaning is a word too trite;
it trenches on perfidious hearts, and it is trivial
when treated with unkindness and spite!
So love as I love and throw nothing away;
only those penetrating minds will know why!
Secure love's joys within grasped palms,
don't be misled by irrational ideas...
they provoke anger and invite trouble
for whomever believes in invidious love,
and regardless of how it harms,
its outcome will be imponderable;
and to impose on being loved is as thoughtless
as being irrelevant in any tone!
Love as I love and throw nothing away,
but a heavy heart can find itself
yearning for human sympathy:
when it is denied an inwardly laughter...
for not having appreciated its coming into existence;
and that insignificant life nobody will remember!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Written: January 29, 2024
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When a hurricane swirled,
and spread its deluge
of dark evil
onto the fresh green land
gloated
western skies reverberated
with joyous tales
trees had fallen!
ace-high trunk is besotted!
hurricane harms tree life
Had the tree fallen?
not in our endless red streams
not while our thorny limbs,
fed the thirsty roots
while roots are still alive
tunneling deep
deep into the land!
When trees rise, branches
flourish green and fresh in the sun
Tree laughing will fade in the light
and birds shall return
Undoubtedly, the birds will return
The birds will return.
Behold the majesty of a tree
a miracle of nature
standing tall and unwavering
in the face of snow, rain,
and all life's challenges
marvel at divine creation
as trees pray with leafy arms
and wear nests akin to jewels
fools may write poems
the sole divine makes such sights
so witness the wonder
that is a tree—a testament,
to the enduring power
of nature and the divine.
Love how can I describe you?
Poets endlessly found a piece of you
I’m one of a million blind mice
You are a colossal elephant
I feel you but do not know you
Let me measure every inch of you
Love is letting go of what I know
Letting a scar be the new normal
Letting the baby go to adolescence
Letting the roots sink deep to see the bud
Love is embracing what’s present
Watching the scab do its work
Watching without waiting for growth
Watching a bud unfurl to a blossom
Love doesn’t believe in the future
Reveling in closure, it doesn't ask what's next
Reveling growth, three in one come together
Reveling winter once crimson and gold
Love doesn't know the meaning of harm
It doesn’t create scars willingly
Nor baggage for others to carry
Nor believes in conceal and carry
Love sometimes harms oneself
It protects those it loves without arms
It protects even if it self-hates
Like a mother sheltering loved ones
Love patiently waits for love to return
It waits for new cuts with patience
It hopes for blocked numbers to be released
Welcomes seeds of its grandchildren
Love will kill your ego if you let it
Bringing death to your selfish folly
Letting the dagger enter your breast
Love will hold your hand while you let go
Love is acceptance of your flaws
Embracing the cancer in your soul
Knowing our children are not ours
It sees the best of you like a newborn
Love bears all things great and small
Love believes what you cannot embrace
Love hopes that in time you'll hope too
Love endures every measurement
Love is not unconditional
It needs air and a body to inhabit
Love nails itself on the cross
Love knows when it's supper
When the elephant offers some cheese
Let's hope the mice see love wholely
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer,
Just recently passing my 100th year,
I’ve been standing here on this perch,
In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church.
Most of the day I’m alone simply pining away,
Surrounded by stained glass scenes of yesterday.
Watching glorious beams of color jump left to right,
As east to west the Sun travels ever so bright.
Mostly alone with a visitor or two,
One of my favorites is when you are in view.
You study my features with such wonder and awe,
I can see deep within, you are on your last straw.
Walking in with face down slowly plodding as one,
Genuflecting with pain in respect of my Son.
Shuffling into the pew, your body sulking and sits.
Looking up at me, into my eyes, your stare hits.
I wish I could reach out and hold you in my arms,
Wrapped in my blue cloak, protecting you from harms,
Rocking your fears away, with a simple motherly sway,
Breathing into you new life, taking away all your strife.
Times like these you need, comfort and touch,
I thank God above for others providing so much.
It is now that I listen for, the eery creak of the door.
For a heavenly sent friend, to cradle you until the end.
As years go by the more I think
About how one minute I was 5 and now I'm 28,
You watched me grow always been by my side,
Now to think your still here making sure we get by,
Working, and working hard for our family to thrive,
To think you are our rock,
Your like our glue that sticks us together,
Like glitter on a piece of paper,
You are so strong
I learned it from you,
You took my hand through hard times and made sure I got through,
You, I don't say it enough but I notice,
I notice you try to keep a smile on your face,
Your over worked, overwhelmed as you try to keep faith,
Yes I know you've been reading the Bible,
More and more as the days go by,
And for some reason it scares me cuz life moves so fast,
and its not as long as we thought it was when growing up,
I just wanted to be older,
Wanted to be an adult,
Now seeing you age,
The thought of you fading tears at me to the core,
Life isn't forever but sometimes I pray yours was,
Cuz if it's forever you'll be by my side,
and I won't be so scared as the years pass us by,
Nan you were there when mom and dad wasn't,
You were there when all the light darkened you didn't know at the time,
And neither did I but you were there,
You were there the whole time,
Your still here but as the years turn and the world moves slowly,
it feels like it's speeding up,
the world is beginning to feel more and more lonely,
When you go I don't want to be here,
I don't want to watch your final breath fade cuz to me I don't think nothing can take away that pain,
To me you were my mother, you raised me and tried to keep me from harms way,
You were the one,
You are our rock
You are glue,
And the sparkle in our eyes,
And I truly don't think I can ever say good bye
step back from the cliff
your twenties' brain on the edge
change is not decline
age redraws the roads we know
changing the way your brain thinks
stress rattles the frame
old minds need to avoid storms
rumination rusts
stronger pathways bear the load
as the brain's framework evolves
inside ageing brains
new supporting pathways grow
forming a framework
where nerves trace what years reshape
building a resilient mind
ongoing support
is needed to sustain growth
keep damage away
the stronger the inner frame
the further collapse retreats
movement wakes the brain
trodden pathways branch and bind
feed the frame, not flame
less abuse and fewer harms
give the scaffold room to grow
let the mind wander
explore unfamiliar ground
build fresh connections
try some things you cannot do
strange pathways form as you go
a time traveler
looks back, looks here, dreams forward
builds mental contexts
adds layers to the framework
as time bridges connections
there may be no cliff
if the pathways are well used
framework stays alive
by building mental bridges
transforming decline to change