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The sun was blaring down
That August afternoon
When Jesse came into the town
Of Early Blossom Bloom
The sun had blistered up his skin
His shoes were worn and tired
The clothes he wore upon his back
Was all that he acquired
Jesse was a loner
Traveled light and all alone
No family he could speak of
No place to call a home
For food and basic shelter
He would trick upon the street
For a twenty dollar bill
His throat would be a treat
His body aged and weary
From the life now forced to live
A new found way of living
No man had chose to give
The effort once put forth
Strength he no longer had
To earn an honest living
A concept he didn’t have
What would come of Jesse
No trade to call his name
In life he loved so many men
Each one a different way
But love for him was just a fix
An action he would show
Not something that would stick around
And nourish his inner soul
He travels to the city
In hopes to find a friend
One last fool to take
Before giving up his sin
But in this town
There was no one
To cater Jesse’s ways
No place for him to go and stay
Or a simple bed to lay
He sat down on the park bench
As dusk filled up the sky
Weary from the journey made
In hunger he did cry
In life he played a hell of a dance
No partner came to stay
Deep down afraid
The city streets
Would be his home to stay
In Jesse’s heart was anger
For the people passed him by
Not one kind word was spoke to him
He sat alone and cried
His prayers of some compassion
Were seemingly unheard
This was life for him now
Banished from the world
He died that night a lonely man
On the park bench all alone
Laid to rest in a lonely grave
The place he now calls home
The life and times of Jesse
Now just a memory
He was a man most would forget
For shame of his company
Think back on the life and times
That Jesse brought to earth
Would you have shown compassion?
If you seen him all alone
Who is to say who is to judge
For a life lived on the streets
For Jesse it was all he knew
And all he could ever be
Would you just listen and please don't say a word, just yet,
I'd like you to think back to the very first time we met,
How you felt around me? The memories we shared,
And just remember that once upon a time, you really cared.
Now think about how we parted, and how much I cried,
But please don't speak, remember that I never ever lied,
That I told you the honest truth about why we were to split,
But now I'd like you to know that my heart broke bit by bit.
The pain was deep, unbearable and painful, for so many years,
I'll never forget all the sadness, all the uncontrollable tears,
Slowly I am rebuilding my life, I am content with what I've got,
And although it is hard I am beginning to forget what I have not.
You were a special part of my life that I will never forget,
A part of my life that broke my heart, but that I don't regret,
You gave me some happy memories that I'll keep in my heart,
Although sometimes I wish that you and I didn't have to part.
You were my first love and my true love, that will always be so,
After all of the heartache, sadness and never ending pain, I know,
You and I had something special and that will never change,
Because I love you and loving someone else will always seem strange.
Would you just listen and please don't say a word, not ever,
I'd like you to remember that once upon a time, we said forever,
That I had hopes and dreams, that I was the one who threw them away,
And this is something I will always regret until my dying day.
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I attended a funeral today, for someone's loved one...
The room was full of garments of black, consoling gestures, and fond memories.
Tears were shed, sobbing was heard... but grief cannot be abated, with only a word.
Attentive ears, as the prayers were read...
Hearts deeply saddened by the loss, could only remain heavy in their anguish.
Memories of a life given, now taken away...by the Master who leads us all on our way.
The slow ride to that final resting place...
Passing through red lights, as thoughtful men watched the cortege in respect.
The last lonely place of stone...where so many laid their troubles before the Master's throne.
A few last words of comfort said, before we say goodbye...
Sobbing will stop soon, as the gloves and flower are laid gently down.
The hand of the Lord is shown again...as the silent petals are swept by wisps of wind.
In life there is death, for this is the rule...
It comes for us all too soon, and we know not how, or where, or when.
But in death there is life, for this is the truth...if only we believe, in God's holy proof.
The child born in Bethlehem so long ago...
Raised in love, youthful days filled with child's play and a heavenly mission.
His Son to die, so we could awake...to rise with Him, make no mistake.
The morning has passed, the mourning has broken...
Not through the words, or gestures, or flowers, or memories, or even the prayers.
Remember it was broken long ago...when Christ died for us, and then arose.
(See my poem - A' Ma which was dedicated to her.)
I saw the life of sadness,
And the life of grief.
I myself don't know,
What the open door is ?
I asked my mighty God,
To give me handful of suggestions.
Which would lead me,
To the open door.
There was no response,
I became unworthy and sad,
Whether I could know,
About the open door.
I asked all the people in my way,
About the open door;
But no one knows the -
Feelings of the open door.
I decide with open mind,
To step into the open door.
To see whether it gives me,
Life of happiness or the dark days of sorrow.
I stepped into it,
A light of colors;
Flashed into my eyes,
When I opened my eyes to greet the world.
The world was beautiful ,
But only a land of greenery.
I was abandoned to enjoy;
The happiness of life and to take part in religious matter.
I an the widow and will be a widow,
Until the course of my life.
Surviving many difficulties of injustice,
But I can't step into the open door of my life.
I will never be a part of ones life,
And will be avoided by everyone.
And offer a certain time I will be,
In my God's feet to see the open door ;
Once again in my life for the last time.
He lay awake in fear
Darkness all around
A cry escaped his voice
All ignored the sound
Unable to fend for himself
He lies there all alone
Cold, wet, and hungry
Soon he will cry no more
A cold and drafty warehouse
Is where he has to live
A mom possessed with an addiction
No affection she has to give
She leaves him crying all alone
To feed her inner demons
No second thought to her baby
All alone and helpless
Each night he spends there all alone
Shivering in the cold
No mom around to protect him
From the fear inside his soul
Many days he lies there all alone
Rotting in his mess
Until the day had finally come
Where there was no life left
On this earth for just a while
He quietly slipped away
On a night too cold
No warmth for cover
He cried his final breath
A wasted life gone too soon
No thought to what could have been
For the cradle has become his grave
To rest what is left of him
I pray to God please take his soul
And grant the life not given
Here on earth for the moment of time
This hell where he was living
Form:
Silver skies, green-silhouettes shown –
Artful enchantment God has sown.
Created wisely mysteries, known.
Hidden hurts hear nature’s groan.
Gentle rains may refresh trees.
Freezing winds a life might seize.
Binding essence to falling leaves.
Shivers shape each life that flees.
Fate soon follows circumstance.
Modern travelers miss the sight.
A near uplifting lost in flight.
Speeds by like a flash of light.
Feeling favored some passers by
Pause and cheer until they die.
Feeling moments…on the fly.
Embracing nature amid its cry.
Let us remember every day.
“Replenish the earth” while on this stay.
Leave habitats for praying prey.
Enjoy our Father’s wisest way.
© February 6, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
His soul is absolutely empty.
He can't feel anything no more.
He ran away from world, he left it.
He ran from life - this one big store.
He closed his eyes just not to see,
He closed his ears not to hear.
He doesn't want to talk with thee,
Whom all his life he couldn't bear.
And when he closed his inner world,
While trying isolating outer one,
She came with heart that made of gold -
She melted soul, stopped his run.
She was an Angel sent from Heaven,
She saved his soul from big ruin.
And she could take his life and govern.
He didn't know what he was doing.
Anyway she wasn't lonely.
One moment broke his love and dreams.
He understood this rather strongly
And disappeared. Love not always wins.
If i could live life all over again,
My hand would not let go of this simple pen,
I like to let people know of my life gone by,
But it does bring a tear, a tear to my eye,
I was not lucky, and had no love,
But that does not stop me, having faith in god above,
I hope people learn from the lines i write,
As then that would make my life, my life so bright,
People judge me on my life before,
And that some-times hurts and feels so sore,
I am not the man i use to be,
So please let me live life and let me be free,
I would love to love everyone with all my heart,
But you need to know love right from the start,
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