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I am Going Home
I hear you calling thy name
I look forward to one you shall claim
My eyes once flowed tears
And I was over whelmed with fear
Until I let the Lord in my door
Then I felt love like none before
Lord lead the way and I shall follow
While you relieve thy pain and sorrow
You came and showed the way
And to gather the ones gone astray
Without You would be another lost day
You have carried me over the mountains
While quenching my thirst with your fountain
You have been there by my side
Even when I felt I was
being pulled away by the tide
I look forward to the promised land
Where the Godly will be
As numerous as the grains of sand
I am eager to see your face
To be fulfilled with your love and grace
To be a winner in the race
I am heading to my home
For here I do not belong
You say my child you have endured to the end
Now you shall come on in
If it shall be tonight
I am ready to unite
Form:
EVERYBODY screaming for solutions
we all know how unaware politicans are
we all know how God love us all
We can change the world
People starving from confusion
mothers with babies they cannot feed
fathers who cannot find a job
We can change the world
We're all complicit
because we can change the world
its a spirit of unwillingness today
And it's today and not alright
So let's change the world
older people say this is wrong
younger ones say teach me
The solution is within your heart
no, not above clouds
so we all bleed and cry
Put away the gun and hatred
Put away acrid words of the devil
We can change the world
A world inside a class
a teacher who hasn't shown
up for teaching evolution
Let's get this right!
Alright? Okay yea.
It's the constitution.
Bill of Rights.
The blood our fathers and
mothers bled for us to scream out!
Anyhow you know it'll be alright.
Children crying. Grown ones cower.
How my God it's not right.
:: 04.05.2023 ::
To express, to say, how much I care for you
Words hide themselves between the deserts sanity
Sands never settle as simple missing particles
Grains beat their brains of white above dust storms at night
Brought on in pain from missing parts escaped
The heart is lost somewhere out there
Reminders of stinging tears through mind and flesh
Dried and lost in the shifting moving landscape
Fleeing with the ghostly void when you are gone
Sun beats down the senses
No longer falls on your golden hair and cherry smile
Or bounces off oasis waters blue with kind reflections
Deep in love with you
Dark comes on sand storms to take the lovers
Rages against the landscape empty nest of comfort
Search lights can’t find the remnants of your soul
Buried over times kind pleasure
Sentiments of love phrases lost in space
Fragrances escape into the cosmic bliss in distances
Forever gone, far reaches yet to be defined or born
Ride on lifted words to sing their hearts desire
The senses take their time to find their friend
Is she there by the dunes or under them?
Where is my love at times like these?
To express, to say the words how much I care
Somewhere covered in white in this world or in another
My lover yearns to hear these words not yet discovered
Can't find the right ones that should be said
The sojourn must start first inside my head
The desert and my love won't wait forever
Hand Puppets
Hard, calloused and dirty, it pleaded with me.
It had no eyes, no face, no soul. Or so I thought,
or didn’t. Yellowed fingernails, dirt covered and
trembling faced upward as would a beggar’s
face. A sound, perhaps its voice, startled me. I
heard nothing but the plea from the open, soiled,
begging hand. It seemed to say: “please, sir, please,
I was once like you, one of you. I worked, as you can
tell by the sinewy strength now buried in despair’s dirt.
I touched – the cheeks of loved ones. I held – an infant,
a child, my child, and somehow lost my grip on all.
I have felt tears, my own tears, running through clenched
fingers yet not knowing whose tears they were or for whom
they were shed. I know cold, bone chilling, painful cold
and stiffness borne of pain, yet cannot, or will not,
reach for help and so I beg. Namelessly, facelessly,
but not shamelessly. For if I had eyes, I could not look
you in the face, nor could I smile or frown, or say thank you.
I am but a proffered hand in need, not of help but of
sustenance, not of kindness but of indifference, not of
awakening but of oblivion.”
I listened to the hand, looked not upon the face, and placed
a pittance against the enormity of the lifelines torment
and walked away. I looked at my hands and wondered
what story they told to those who took the time to look
at them, to listen to them. I covered my face with them,
and I too felt tears running through clenched fingers,
not knowing whose tears they were
or for whom they were shed.
John G. Lawless
2013
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Preserve me Lord
Preserve Me Lord
Save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh, Lord preserve Me Lord save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Protect me from the promises of this old world
Renew the blood in me
Save me from the enemy
And prove me preserve me
Lord save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh preserve me Lord
Save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh whoa oh oh Lord Save Me From Myself
Why me Lord guide me Lord renew me Lord strengthen me save me
Take me from the presence
The presence of the Violent Men of this world Shield me from the devil's in the spirit snares Keep me Lord
Guide me Lord from the hands of the wicked one
Shield me from their guns
Preserve me Lord from the unrighteous one save me from the evil ones
Save Me From Myself
oh Lord preserve me save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Preserve Me Lord
Reference. Psalm 140
Written by James Edward Lee Sr (©2005,2017
October 23 2005
When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
step back...don't grab His inviting hand;
He's very good at the art of deception:
His ways are very charming and tempting that only a perceptive person can tell,
and He's well-dressed and well-spoken and He comes in the shape of male or female,
to buy more souls for His vindication!
I see Satan in the face of different people,
kinder than anyone...conjuring up conflicts among the faithful;
even those who imitate the Divinity of Jesus will deceive a good soul
with their false kindness and outward holiness!
Many will betray Christ for an instant glance at all that is gold;
and they can be your most trustworthy friends!
When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
turn away from His alluring smile and seek refuge in the open arms of Jesus!
This fallen angel has drawn a plan for each one joining His network of sinners:
to strip all of their faith, values and dignity,
forcing them to obey His laws of immorality!
Are you one of them following his indecent ways?
Fancy-free childhood, glorious youth and awaited Golden Years
will be pitifully wasted in the quest for that self-pride;
and all Satan has to do is offer you a free ride!
Fools, become as shrewd and intuitive as foxes,
to fend off all the attacks of the wicked ones;
and can you ,amid them, remain as silent and gentle as lambs?
When the friendly Devil asks you to dance,
challenge Him with your fists of resistance!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
ON AUGUST 21ST 2017
I FOUND MYSELF STANDING
IN THE STREETS OF
WEISER IDAHO. U.S.A.
WITNESSING THE PHENOMENON
OF A SOLAR ECLIPSE.
A MOMENT IN TIME
I WILL ALWAYS TREASURE.
FOR THREE MINUTES
THE MOON BLOCKED OUT
THE SUN.
DARKNESS FELL ACROSS
THE LAND. THE TEMPERATURE
DROPPED ROUGHLY FIFTEEN
DEGREES.
I WAS CONSUMED BY
THIS PHENOMENON AS I
ABSORBED THE BEAUTY
OF PEACE AND TRANQUILITY.
AT THAT MOMENT,
WHEN THE MOON BLOCKED
OUT THE SUN. NATURE
EXEMPLIFIED IT'S WISDOM
AND KNOWLEDGE OF EXISTENCE.
I NOTICED THE BIRDS
STOPPED CHIRPING AND
BEES STOPPED BUZZING
AND THE CRICKETS BEGAN
TO CHIRP.
IT WAS TRULY AN AMAZING
MOMENT IN TIME. A RELAXED,
PEACEFUL AND HYPNOTIC
FEELING. IT WAS A MAGICAL
EXPERIENCE. THERE WAS AN
INSTANCE OF TIME BETWEEN
THE BIRDS CHIRPING STOPPING
AND THE CRICKETS CHIRPING
BEGINNING. IT WAS LESS THAN
ONE SECOND AND STILL A LIFE TIME.
I FOUND IT TO BE AND CONSIDER IT A
PROFOUND MOMENT IN MY LIFE.
THE INSTANT THE MOON
GAVE WAY TO THE SUNS
BRILLIANCE ANOTHER
PHENOMENON OCCURRED.
THE SUNS RAYS LIT UP
OUR SURROUNDINGS AND
WARMED THE AIR. THE
CRICKETS STOPPED CHIRPING
AND THE BIRDS REJOICED
THROUGH SONG. ANOTHER
PROFOUND MOMENT OF PEACE.
EVEN THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY
AN INSTANT.
EXPERIENCING THAT MOMENT
WITH FAMILY, FRIENDS AND
LOVED ONES IS PRICELESS
AND FOREVER BOUNDS US TOGETHER.
REFLECTING BACK ON THOSE
PROFOUND MOMENTS AND
INSTANCES IN LIFE , I
REALIZED ALL THOUGHTS IN
MY MIND HAD BEEN SET ASIDE
AND CLEARED ALLOWING ME
TO EXPERIENCE THE BEAUTY OF
PEACE ON EARTH VIA THE
SOLAR ECLIPSE.
I HAVE COME TO THE CONCLUSION.
WORLD PEACE OR PEACE ON
EARTH IS POSSIBLE.
IF EVERY PERSON ON EARTH,
EVERY MAN WOMAN AND CHILD.
AT THE VERY SAME TIME,
TOOK FIVE MINUTES TO CLEAR
THEIR MINDS OF ALL THOUGHTS.
THE EARTH AND WORLD AND
EVERYONE ON IT WOULD
EXPERIENCE THE BEAUTY OF
PEACE AND THE PHENOMENON
OF LOVE AND BEING.
Michael E.Harris
01292022
Sometimes People
There's a place called understanding
where only sometimes people go.
A place where hearts can go to mend
where only sometimes people know.
The ones you always can recall
they were there for you back then.
Even now when you are lonely
sometimes people come again.
With tender hearts and knowing ways
they take your hand in theirs.
They listen to what's on your mind
your worries and your cares.
They offer you no answers
no advice they try to give.
They're simply understanding
of the life you're trying to live.
Yet still those sometimes people
somehow they hold the key.
The sometimes friend you need sometimes
and the friend you long to be.
Edwin C Hofert
ONLY ONE--
One, only just one...
One drop of rain doesn't make a garden grow;
Just as one sliver of light makes it right;
A glimmer, a speck of sunlight doesn't make it day light
As the sun doesn't shine at night;
Only the moonbeams glow, show oh, oh...
the only, only one for me is...Jesus Jesus;
only one who makes me whole is Jesus, Jesus;
Like the sun and the water, He makes me feel better I will grow so...
As on life itself this I think you already know;
Only one who makes me whole
Jesus, Jesus
only one who makes me whole
One flake at the beginning of winter snows falls from the skies;
Doesn't mean it's a blizzard oh, my O my, my my;
As one ray of color in the mist of morn;
The day isn't a rainbows aren't a ray at all;
One person doesn't make a family, and one leaf doesn't make a tree;
the only, only one for me is...Jesus Jesus;
only one who makes me whole is Jesus, Jesus;
Like the sun and the water, He makes me feel better I will grow so...
As on life itself this I think you already know;
Only one who makes me whole
Jesus, Jesus
only one who makes me whole
To save me and my loved ones, save me and my loved ones
Save me and my fellow-humans
One person doesn't make a family,
And one leaf doesn't make a tree;
The only, only one for me is, Jesus
Jesus only one who can save my soul;
Only one who makes me whole
Jesus only one can save my soul;
He's the only, only one
4/6/17
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2017, 2019©
Sometimes I follow faded stars
Lost lonely souls with jaded hearts
But brilliant minds indigo smarts
Full of wisdom despite their scars
The beautiful ones have stories
Some of victory of green glory
But personally I prefer the gory
Truth of failure to be less boring
Life makes you like a dog collar
Is strangling neck so tight you holler
Despite experience status as scholar
No matter your position in beauty parlor
For beauty is a burning boisterous blade
that cuts two ways leaves you spayed
For others see you and miscalculate
The pain you have inside is dead weight
Yet there is a deadly denim denial
In creases of your courageous smile
They always tell you to be proud
To turn a bloody frown upside down
A faded star with a hole in red heart
Has adjusted to the irony and dark
Paths sarcastic laughs of lone sharks
Feeding on energy from the flower park
Not all pretty faces will win the rat race
Someone left behind must lead the way
For the rebuilding of the hearts that break
For the sacrificial lambs that find faith