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When you are broken
And it feels like a thousand pieces
Have been broken in your heart
Know that God is with you
And has been from the start
When you loose some one
The Lord mends our broken heart
God brings comfort and peace and joy
23 hours after loosing a loved one
God blessed me with a baby boy
Not to replace tgem but to bring
Comfort
will always miss our loved ones
No matter how much time
Passes by
But God never will forsake us
He is there every step of the way
Never leaving us alone
No matter how long it takes to heal
He understands just how we feel. AMEN
30 years ago my son was born
30 years ago my father died.
God heals Amen
A song I like is titled
Broken vessels by hillsong
Form:
[Verse 1]
No place to go
if the door to your heart is closed,
When your love stays my subject,
even when I doze,
Yet you keep ignoring
the true love I propose.
You're already driving me nuts, everyone knows,
Though many loves abound,
to yours, none comes near close.
[Pre–Chorus]
Day by day, to have your love I pray,
Less and less the words I've left to say,
More and more in frustration I lay,
Yet my feet aren't entirely of clay.
[Chorus]
I sincerely love you – all over me it shows,
Why not drive my heart to wherever your own goes,
And stay there to listen to this song I compose?
Maybe the truth concealed in my heart will expose.
[Verse 2]
The elegance of your beauty
makes my heart bow,
It's like wine –
it intoxicates and makes me drowse,
Many fish in the pool,
but your gold fish I chose.
I'll stay by your side
no matter the jabs life throws.
[Pre–Chorus]
Day by day, to have your love I pray,
Less and less the words I've left to say,
More and more in frustration I lay,
Yet my feet aren't entirely of clay.
[Chorus]
I sincerely love you – all over me it shows,
Why not drive my heart to wherever your own goes,
And stay there to listen to this song I compose?
Maybe the truth concealed in my heart will expose.
[Bridge]
Your neglect has turned your love
to a throne of throes,
Your indifference is why I'm mocked
by my foes,
It seems as though in your veins
only hatred flows,
Your love life sways
to wherever wild wind blows.
[Pre-Chorus]
Day by day, to have your love I pray,
Less and less the words I've left to say,
More and more in frustration I lay,
Yet my feet aren't entirely of clay.
[Outro – Prechorus Variation]
To have your love I pray, day by day,
The words I've left to say, less and less,
In frustration I lay more and more,
Yet my feet aren't entirely of clay.
Something has got to change...
snap out of your foolish rage;
be honest with yourself,
and say," I don't want to be yours! "
Not long ago,
you adored me
like there's was
no other man on earth;
a moment ago,
you refused to be touched;
and while I'm playing your song,
you look away...
Something has got to change...
how come you can't breath
the same air that I breath,
and have the same needs that I have?
Why can't you,at least, feel the joy
of being loved so faithfully,
and why you hate my looks of sweetness;
don't I love you nevertheless?
Something has got to change...
our moments together
can't turn into memories:
they must live inside of us!
Something has got to change...
I laid everything at your feet,
hoping you'd keep this secret;
I offered you more than love,
and you shouldn't kick it and step on it...
like it was a worthless stone!
Something has got to change today...
search for kindness and pity,
and be willing to care!
This river of melody plays in my soul,
When I awake, I feel emerged in it whole.
In the calm of night, when I'm all alone,
It raises me with every euphoric tone.
But lately my song I have failed to hear,
No longer its sweetness caressing my ear.
I plead to the gods in the heavens up high,
Not to abandon me also and my quest deny.
For what shall be without the beating of a drum?
Or the flutter of a flute, what will become?
The sounds of my soul take not from me,
A soundless soul I shall never learn to be.
Instead, carve a single note with my awkward tongue,
One that shall carry the tune I once sung.
And if I'm not able I'll start over again,
Because the harder I try my strength will sustain.
The Forbidden Space Where I Keep You Untouched
I have no voice left to call your name without breaking the world,
no future where my hands are clean enough to hold you,
without leaving bloodstains on your white and pure skin,
all I have are written words in my forbidden space,
Where I allow myself to be human for the first time again,
here you exist only for me untouched by my monster,
untouched by the world that destroys all beauty in its path,
untouched by the ending I have already seen coming,
I have locked you between the last pieces of my innocence,
I have reserved you in the corner of my heart I don't destroy,
from this space I will not give the world any fragment of you,
the world will take my name my future but it won't take you,
Here you are whole protected from the path I walk upon,
here you sleep in the arms that destroy all the rest of the world,
here you wake in the smile I hide from everyone else,
here you live in the lies that keep you far from truth,
In this space you are the proof I was more than just war,
and when the earth trembles beneath my heavy steps on ash,
when history writes me as devil instead of man with soul,
let this place remember what the world will never know,
That before I became the end I loved someone with all my being,
before I lost my soul I had a heart that beat for you,
before I became the monster I was the man who adored you truly,
I kept you in the only clean room of my ruined castle,
Where my words protect you from the cruel reality,
where your name is the only song I still sing anymore,
I hid you in the place where no one can ever find you,
because you are the only sacred thing I keep safe,
The world will take all I am but won't take the fragment of you,
that lives in the space between the words that call your name,
and when it all ends and I'm forgotten forever by everyone,
you will remain the proof I was more than war and destruction.
Listen—?before the world wakes up loud,?before doubt creeps in through the cracks of morning,?I need you to hear this clearly.
I got you.
Not the kind of “I got you”?people say casually,?like a promise scribbled in pencil?ready to be erased by hard days.
No—?
I got you like roots got the earth.?Like gravity got the moon.?Like the ocean got every river?that ever lost its way.
I got you.
When life forgets how to be gentle with you.?When the mirror tries to convince you?that you are less than the miracle I see.?When your shoulders carry storms?you were never meant to carry alone.
Give me half the thunder.
Let me hold the lightning?until your hands remember?what peace feels like again.
Because loving you—?loving you is not a hobby of my heart.?It is its full-time occupation.
I study the language of your silences.?I memorize the geography of your scars.?I learn the rhythm of your breathing?like a song I refuse to forget.
turn around.
You will see me?standing there like a lighthouse?refusing to let your ship disappear into darkness.
I got you?on the days you feel powerful,?and on the nights you feel small.
I got you
in the middle of chaos,
in the middle of healing,
Because loving you?is not about perfection.
It’s about presence.
It’s about choosing you?again?and again?and again
So when life asks you?who stands beside you?when the ground starts shaking—
tell it this:
There is a man?who loves me loud,?who loves me steady,?who loves me like forever is a decision?he already made.
And when the world asks why you’re not afraid—
just smile.
Because you know?what I’ve known all along.
I got you.
As I wake up in my loft
I ask myself what’s in a day.
Is it the woman who left me behind
or the one I’ve yet to meet?
My ears ring and I feel
I’m living for the next poem
and the song I sang last night
lingers. It always comes back to me.
Someone downstairs is on the phone
talking about wars in other lands
and dirty dishes he left last night
filling the kitchen sink linger.
A rabbit waits in the back yard
until I take a walk to my car
to take a drive by the river.
The sun hides behind a veil of clouds.
The river has carved its way
long before I was born, and after
I was a twinkle in his eyes
he would say with affection.
Of the river are born
many songs and poems
and together they live
well beyond their time.
The battles forged in numbers, the giants multiplied,
As back in the day with David, a rock and a song was his battle cry,
The distractions overwhelming and endless, negativity poured over the land,
And so all he could do was write from his heart, holding a rock and a pen in his hand,
This is how he communicated, this was where he heard my voice,
There were so many words thrown from every side, but this was how he remained on course,
He got into the quiet to hear me, and wrote down every word,
This was how he became focused to hear me, and held onto everything he heard,
He spoke and wrote his heart into existence, while the whole world screamed in his ear,
But I set him apart and separated his heart so my words became more clear,
They called him the psalmist for a reason, these were not just songs, it was worship and prayer,
And every time the world tried to fill his mind, in his song I met him there.
oh it could of been
the armored car,
or it could of been
the gun,
instead it was the Germans
that's were it all begun,
CHORUS
,
banks in gambling money,
they ignored
the peoples plea ,
sold off the Irish
human rights,
to protect their dignity,
the government
our christian rights,
as they moved
the vatican out
jobs now ten a penny ,
this reward
is what we got
,CHORUS
tax there is on everything ,
down to air we breathe,
sick they lie
on trolleys,
as in poor
St Vincent helps them out,
oh leave us
a little on the bone,
as our children
are our future,
ohh whats this bloody nonsense
taxes on our shite ,
as we all struggle hard
in life,
CHORUS
we are the fighting irish,
who fought hard
to keep invaders out,
now tax
the ruling government
with wages way to high,
bring back the armoured car ,
and the f---ing gun
the land of saints and scholars ,
thats were i am from,
we are the servants
of the rich,
who get very little pay
all we get is cuts and more
they gamble
each and every day
CHORUS
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a song i wrote
By hook and crook
I passed two days of lockdown.
On 3rd day i made up my mind
Not to take task at home in hand.
I left kitchen and home on her behalf.
But 12 hours of day
I couldn't spend without work.
So i decided to play an adventure game
My soulmate was competent in the game.
First of all i made a cloth ball with my hands
We shall try to catch it on both end.
She and i entered into the hall
To play game with hands made ball.
The rules of game were decided first
Hold catch 2 points and dropped catch 3 points
We started it only for fun
But regret, we forgot it very soon.
I threw the ball
She caught and scored two points .
She tried to dodge me
But i caught and started with same points.
The game was going on
Throw and catch
Catch and throw the ball.
Clapped at every point
We were the players
We were the spectators
Enjoying game at both ends.
But my fate never liked my happiness
I was just behind her on points table
It my turn to throw the ball
I held it as rugby player hold ball.
Threw it hard towards her
Unfortunately she missed the ball
It made her face an extra ball.
The game was finished without declaration
No one defeated, no one was win.
One side the flooded Ganges
Other hand the hungry lioness
Childhood song i understood this day.
Hurt lady at home
Corona warrior was on road
To catch culprit of lockdown
Difficult to select
Either stayed in or out in lockdown.
I stood unmoved till conscious back
Hurriedly i took towel to use as mask
Opened the doors and ran out.
'Stay in', ordered a cop to me
But who had time to listen it.
A ball from my doors targeted me
But this time luck saved me.
Married man knew married man very well
So he helped me to save from hell.
He said me politely,
'stand under margosa tree in isolation '
I followed his instructions with deep breath
But it was damn evening
When honest man asked me,
'Choose home or quarantine of 14 days'
There was no option
So defeated soldier turned back to home.
She was sitting in sofa as queen
Watched as tigress looked lamb in grass green.
She turned on the TV at high volume
Highlights of WWE was going on tv screen
Punches after punches listened neighbours
With wrecked smile on lips
They asked me next day
' who won the match yesterday?