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Dawn ! It breaks! A new born day
I hope there is a change in any sort of way
The sun it peaks through the puffy white clouds
As I sit and visualize - to see clearly
That my day I cherish ever so dearly
Deep in my hear - I hope I see imagery
Flattering through my brain! In my eyes
And promises I keep - I try to reach the skies
Yet indeed! Through the night I dream
And awake I see true colors of reality
That running through my soul - I gleam
With feelings towards my responsibility
A new day truly challenging it may then seem
I can never find the happiness deep inside me
It' all about you! Complicating my day
Dysfunctional - you sure did shine
Today I challenge myself to overcome you
I see the beauty in my soul - permeates
It's deep inside - and beauteous thoughts
This in my deep set heart , still then creates
The words that come to mind - reflect
Down on my personality , it is the key
I'm breaking with the crack of dawn, a mood
You're a disadvantage in my heart
My skills I portray , my mind it may smooth
And my pen - strokes like that of the brush
As I put my mind to the test and color with hue
My art I put in words each born new day
Yet I still reach very few - must it be
That the darkness of the clouds shined down on me
As the sun peaks through, I'll cherish each thought
My mind thinks clearly and yet not distraught
I color my world with the pen, remembering when
I dreamed, I dream each born new day
And imagery, I see this in my mind today.
Words they intrigue me, pun ? Do I see?
I'm working with the sun in my eyes, with me.
We are both at our peak, Then I speak!
I hope this isnt true but it sounds like it is. A dear friend of mine has been taken away from me this day. A great mentor, a great person, someone i looked up to someone who motivated me, inspired me. A leader an inspiration to others a man who would give the clothes off his back to you if you were cold. I will miss you.
The lord takes the good and leaves the bad,
The world is left dying, with hate and racism it makes me sad.
I am filling with rage now, what more is there to do.
When all the good is gone there is only bad we will all be screwed.
Is this right no its not, something is wrong here dont you think
Taking the wrong people all the time, it makes the love in my heart shrink.
The violence wont stop, the love will subract
The war will stay the hate will stay in tact
The powers to be will keep it that way
Because the people wont fight
Its easier to stay
So just give up like we always do
Why fight anymore
Why be true
Why trust in each other to make it a better place
Why just believe in equality why believe were the same race
Because we are all the same we came from the same place
We have the same 2 eyes the same smile on our face
Look at yourselves just look for one time
We arent that different at all we are all mankind.
Josh vanham april 6 2017
Thats for you rey rey
Whether I’m right;
Whether I’m wrong..
I am gonna keep singing, singing this song;
I am sure
I’m sure
I’ll just keep singing my song;
Sometimes I may
Wither and sway;
But I am never, ever gonna go away
I’m sure, really sure;
I just keep singing this song;
Whether I’m right;
Whether I’m wrong;
Going on just going strong;
I’m sure, really sure, I am determined to go on…
I’m sure, really sure, I’m gonna keep singing this song;
Whether I’m right;
Whether I’m wrong..
I am gonna keep singing, singing this song;
I am sure
I’m sure
I’ll just keep singing my song;
9/07/74
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 1974, 2019©
A beautiful new song to lift your hearts and souls. Blessings, love and light.
The sound of Angels
By Michelle Morris
19/10/2023
For all the ones we've lost, we lose a piece of us
For all the ones we mourn, our hearts break a little more
And in the darkness, when we sit outside in the garden
We can see the stars way up high
We know they're always there for us
We can hear that sweet lullaby
And it's the sound of Angels
And it's the sound of Light
And it's all the love we miss
It's in the dark and starry skies
And it's the sound of Heaven
Our loved ones crooning softly
Oh, it's the sound of giving
It's in the miracles we need often
For all the ones we miss, we carry a melancholy
For all the ones we hold dear, our hearts keep safe and sound
And in the sunrise, when we sit on a cool, sandy beach
We can see the faeries dance in the Light
We can see the dolphins dive in the waves
We can hear that sweet siren song - every single time
And it's the sound of Angels
And it's the sound of Light
And it's all the love we miss
It's in the morning dew and sunlight
And it's the sound of Heaven
Our loved ones, sweet and kindly
Oh, it's the sound of giving
It's in the miracles we need as a reminder
For all the ones we meet, we extend our lives a little
For all the ones we embrace, our hearts grow a little more
And in the daylight, when we sit outside in Nature
We can see the sun way up high
We know they're always there for us
We can hear our souls' deep sighing
And it's the sound of Angels
And it's the sound of delight
And it's all the love we enjoy
In every moment of our lives
And it's the sound of Heaven
Our loved ones are everywhere
Oh, it's the sound of giving
It's in the miracles we hold dear
And it's the sound of Angels
It surrounds our very souls
And it's in the love we feel
Emotions filled with joy
And it's the sound of Heaven
For everyone on Earth
Oh, it's the sound of goodness
In every baby's birth
© Michelle Morris, 2023
The hand that strikes is first the hand that holds,
a resplendent trap wrapped taut around my neck.
The copper taste of split skin coats my tounge like gold,
this red froth of iron: a beautiful wreck.
You choke the ragged screams inside my lungs,
then drag my lifeless body from the grave.
At night, I hum the violent anthems you have sung,
bleeding my own pale carcass to mirror all you gave.
The bare floorboards drink the fallen raven and swollen bruise,
as calloused fingers dig beneath my flesh.
But there is no part of me I would not lose,
to keep us tangled in this scarlet thresh.
You pry my sternum open at the seam,
and tear the dripping organs from my chest.
I offer up no prayer, no penitent scream -
for to endure this form of devotion, I am blessed.
You are a brutal god, whom I adore,
a violin verse between venom and Venus.
Hurt me, then hurt me once more,
leaving only my broken soul lying between us.
Make a Stand
What do you choose? Do you wish to make a choice?
And use your voice; nay, make a stand,
With a clenched fist hand and tell them your demands.
Or with a whispered whimper, will you fade away?
And lay in your grave; and finally, you pray.
To a God up above, who you never showed love;
Or devotion, or any emotion; except for resignation.
Help me God in my hour of need.
I promise I'll keep my promise to thee
And then when your life is peachy cream;
Your promises fade and become a part of the scene.
I say stick with your belief,
That their God does not exist.
Then maybe you'll be able to keep your dignity
And have no need to break any promise.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The Old Coaster
I got meself a coaster bus,
To make a motorhome.
I checked it out for any rust,
In it we’re gonna roam.
We’ll check out all the freebie sites,
And camps along the Murray.
We’ll get a coupla lectric bikes,
And take our time we’re in no hurry.
We’ll work our way around the place,
Travellin this great wide land.
Out at St George pickin grapes,
Or packin fruit by hand.
We’ll do some fossickin at Rubyvale,
And we‘ll search for nuggets of gold.
The kids are gone the house is for sale,
Lets do it before we get old.
The Coaster’s looking pretty good,
With most the things we need.
A shower ‘n‘ bed ’n’ cupboards for food,
And a stove, to cook ourselves a feed.
There’s a wardrobe for clothes, a TV too.
And a sink to wash the dishes,
A fridge to keep the tucker cool,
Fully screened to stop the midges.
We’ve got maps and books and mobile phones,
We gave away the goldfish.
Henry the cat has a brand new home,
But it’s our friends we’ll miss.
Turn off the lights and shut the door,
We’re packed and ready to leave.
It’s “AKEBIA” you’ll be looking for,
And our friendship you’ll receive.
__________________
“You can’t make homes out of human beings.”
— Warsan Shire
Wishbone
He appraises me as though my bones
were fashioned for breaking,
two limbs diverging from a sacred centre,
his hunger already choosing
which half it intends to keep.
There is an unfeeling felony in such looking,
the way desire can undress a person
until even personhood becomes superfluous.
He makes an altar of my anatomy,
then calls appetite reverence.
He would tie me to his tongue
and still not know the aptitude of my name.
He mistook possession for intimacy,
lust for fractured divinity,
my body for some reliquary
he might prise apart for providence.
His eyes of penitence arrived too late.
Beneath fractured halos,
what hollow absolution resurrects
a woman reduced to portions:
mouth, waist, thighs,
the convenient mathematics of flesh?
He had already tested where I was weakest,
where the bone would give,
how much wanting could be mistaken
for tenderness before it became cruelty.
That was the anatomy of absence:
to be entirely present
inside a body someone else
had already erased me from.
I was no omen for his wanting,
no little bone upon which
he might wager a wish.
Yet he still broke me.
But he did not know what wishbones remember:
that they once belonged to wings,
that fracture is a hinge, not an ending,
that some things split
without surrendering themselves.
He expected two obedient halves,
a clean division,
something small enough to possess.
Instead, the fracture disclosed
what his hunger had failed to comprehend:
I had never belonged to the bone.
And if time turns,
will scars stain the sky?
Let them.
The larger fragment in his fist
never meant he won.
It was only proof
that possession leaves evidence.
He had to break a thing that flew
to believe it was his.
An outward sign, instituted by Christ to give us grace.
A gift from God to show His love for all the human race.
And in return, He asks but that we follow and believe,
So, open up your hearts and lives, that grace you might receive.
You want to get to heaven but need help along the way
To keep you on the narrow path as you live day to day.
These seven sacraments that give us sanctifying grace
That we might win the race, and look upon our Savior’s face…
Yes, seven sacraments to place divine life in our souls
That we might live in holiness with heaven as our goal.
And we receive the love and life of Jesus Christ, our Lord
That we might be restored to God’s good graces evermore!
In Baptism we are reborn as Children of the Father.
In Confirmation He gives strength to be His sons and daughters.
In the Holy Eucharist Christ gives Himself as food
Through Penance we’re forgiven for not living as we should.
Anointing of the Sick can heal us at the end of life.
Through Matrimony man and woman become husband and wife.
Finally, through Holy Orders men can become priests
That Jesus’ holy work on earth might never, ever cease…
Death is to be my great enemy
For in living I am to be
The friend of life, and put to death
That force that longs to steal my breath—
Away! — away that hallowed hollow grave
My ally, the stone that bears my name
The one, oh would that I could fill
That hole, that bowl of earth
To swallow me down into his bowels.
Let me dive down deep
Into subterranean ground to hide
And put me down to eternal sleep
Away— from earth I’ll say my sweet goodbyes
Goodnight black world, I say, I sink
Into death’s bed with me to keep
Covered in dirt to die.
But there is one Greater
Who holds my precious name
Cradled in His holy core
On mercy’s heart engraved
My soul that pines for quiet death
By Him is called to life again
Came He to me, not I to Him
And covered up my guilty shame
Then said He, so tenderly to me
“With nail-pierced hands I took the blame
And cast unholy death down to your grave.”
There in my place, his feeble frame
That friend I thought I had.
Now I know that I shall live
In my Lord’s house eternally
Bathed in no reflected glory
But washed in light directly
I see life in death no more
But only my God’s love for me.