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They say there's a first time for everything
My first time ever feeling the unsettling effects of an earthquake
Albeit, it was ONLY 5.8 on the Richter Scale
It happened during our holiday in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
We were roughly 60 km from the epicentre
But still found it a little unsettling to say the least
The locals didn't even break a sweat
They experience on average 150 of them a year
However there was definitely some rocking 'n rolling going on
At first I thought it was one of those people movers going by
Transporting folks around the resort
Then realized... YIKES!
That was a FREAKING EARTHQUAKE!!!
All's well that ends well
And I'm still alive to tell my tale!
Great place to vacation but you wouldn't wanna live there!
Verse 1
I am a Godly man;
Allow me to take your hand;
You're beautiful beyond words;
It first comes from your soul
And I love you, love you so;
Chorus>
And you are
And you are
Yes you are
you are
You Are the Love
You are the love for me
You're the woman I prayed for
The one I wanna be, wanna be with
Forever, and ever, ever and ever more
You're the one
And you are
And you are
you are
Yes you are the love
Verse 2
I realize you belong to God first;
What does it mean I have to thirst;
I'm inpatient and hungry for your love;
Sent from the heavens, heavens above;
Chorus>
And you are
And you are
Yes you are
you are
You Are the Love
You are the love for me
You're the woman I prayed for
The one I wanna be, wanna be with
Forever, and ever, ever and ever more
You're the one
And you are
Verse 3
But He's allowed me to reserve;
My love for I was searching;
For the one and you are that one;
The one I've been praying for;
I shall always need, want and adore. . .
Chorus>
And you are
And you are
Yes you are
you are
You Are the Love
You are the love for me
You're the woman I prayed for
The one I wanna be, wanna be with
Forever, and ever, ever and ever more
You're the one
And you are
Reframe>
I'm a sinner, so we all;
Saved by grace redeem and called;
But Jesus came and save us so
You're testimony is not lonely
For we both share in the beauty (of it all)
09/18/17
written words & Music by
James Edward Lee Sr.
What! A Divorce? Why?!
What do you mean
you want to move on?
Do you want to break up
this marriage of 25 years?
Now! After two teenagers at home?
What do you mean
you need more space?
You live in a mansion
for Pete's sake!
What? You want
to do your things,
Experience life,
Meet new people,
See new places?
Well, who's stopping you?
You have been pretty much
on your own all these years,
And here, I have been slogging
like a donkey 24/7/365,
making more money than
you can find ways to spend.
I knew not when
our kids grew up,
I worked hard--
Day in and day out,
So you and kids can live
a life of comfort and luxury,
Now you wanna leave me, gee!
And take half of MY blood and sweat?!
Nah, not even a dime!
No sirree Bob. Nope.
As long as I am alive,
Not a chance. Not a thing.
Zero, Zip, Zilch, Nada!
I'll fight tooth and nail...
Only over my dead body!
(P.S.: Millionaire John Doe was tragically killed
in a single car crash apparently of brakes failure.
He's survived by his wife and two kids.)
~"Poem with a chilling twist" contest by Frank Herrera
Do I wanna publish? Let me think this through...
I only wanna publish, if my work means something to you
I only wanna publish, if my writing like thunder strikes you with truth
And I only wanna publish, if my work ends up being sentimental to you
I don't wanna publish, 'cause my writing still causes me tears
I don't wanna publish, 'cause inking ose pages are my open heart, thoughts, & fears
My writing is like a diary - it tends to set me free
They are without a doubt, my emotions and pain that these pages bleed
I don't wanna publish, for greed, fame, fortune, riches, virgins, control, or power
All my tears, blood, sweat, experiences, hurt, and my life has been super sour
I'm brutally blunt and it will trigger - and most people can't handle that
My writing can reflect bullying - especially in those years I was unnecessarily fat
There's domestic violence, sex, hate, and an extremely naughty sailor's mouth
There's writing about my drug use and homelessness - without a f--king couch
There's poetry about love, life, suicide, and especially on death
There's solitude and sedation, narcotics, and those bad memories I've kept
There's poetry about addiction, homosexuality, and a whole bunch on suicide
There's a bunch of poems on true murders - where a lot of mine have died
My writing is not for the weak, immature, or faint-hearted
There's lots of poetry on love - how it ended and when it started
A lot of my priceless energy I've spent on my rhymes and my words
Utilizing an enormous vocabulary, on nouns, adjectives, and verbs
There's short-stories & non-fiction about my witchcraft path
And on those pages with colors of ink pens - illicits a hellspawn of wrath
There's rage in those pages - trapped in cages
There's rape, hurt, blood, wishes, and infinite tears
Do I wanna publish my work? Yes; I heard - but my answer right now is I don't know
considering there's 15 years of my entire life written in wickedly defensive words...
My 3. Am thoughts
My thoughts are constant, there is no end
What kind of will the devil send
I can't handle no more I got enough on my plate
Just to trying to decide the method of my fate.
You see I'm all alone with noone in sight
So I might as well give up the fight.
It seems everyone I loved, I lost without ease
So I ask God, "why", please tell me please
There is no rhyme and there is no reason
So I've decided, it's just my season
I wanna stay but I don't think I can
Cause there's never anybody here to hold my hand.
There's none that cares if there's a tear in my eye
There's none cares if I live or die.
Karen
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Something motivated me to do write this letter so
let me give you an intro
I don't know who
I am writing it to
And i don't care who read it too
Just give me ur blessings
To read it through
I don't know wht i am feeling
Crazy, unhappy or silly
But i can feel the emptiness inside me
Growing like a fire that keeps torturing me
There are people around me
Who i love like my own body
Takes care of me like a treasure goldi
Who makes me feel safe like a little baby
But i still feel the emptiness inside me
That keeps bothering me
I don't know if this is the new me,old me
Future me or the forever been me
If it is like that ,then i haven't lived really
Because that is not what i wanna be
Sometimes i close my eyes
And try to see my life in a flashback
That i most of the time wanna go back
But it really is too late to turn the clock
Now i can only stay quite
And pray to God to keep me alive
Hopefully i will recover from this emptiness soon
So God help me to fill my heart
With happiness like a full moon
Sad was a walking apology, she and I became study partners by default.
No one wanted either of us.
I was old, and Sad was quiet.
The first thing I wanted to say was please hold your head up.
Make eye contact. Smile, but I did not pressure her, and it was not happening.
She barely spoke, and when she did, it was a frightened whisper.
I could not believe Sad was my partner; to learn how to be counselors.
We were soon forced into a weekly group counseling sessions, with a real counselor.
It became clear right off the bat that Sad would not be speaking.
Neither would I, so I did not hold that against her.
We met for sixteen weeks, neither of us talking.
I heard lots of barbed comments from the younger counselor-wanna-be's about how they could not figure out what someone my age was doing there.
After all how could I relate to children? I was decrepitly old, being twice their age.
I did not respond.
I was silent.
Sad finally broke her self-imposed silence the last two weeks of group work.
Flood gates open, she sobbed and wailed, told us her life’s stories, all of them.
They were heart-breaking. She was more forthcoming in group than she had ever been one to one.
She dropped out of the counseling program two weeks before graduation, too ashamed to face us.
I never saw her again, but I always hope that all that sobbing somehow helped.
I wish I could see her on the street, head up, smiling, no longer sad.
It’s not fair to me,
For you to be, to exist.
And maybe you wonder why,
Why your simple presence is such a colossal calamity,
To my eye.
Well, I wanna see everything,
Every corner of the world I live in,
I wanna see the Westminster Abbey in London,
I wanna see the Campidoglio in Rome,
I wanna see the Cathedral Cove in New Zealand,
I wanna see it all.
But I can’t look the other way, at the world,
I won’t resist,
Not when you do exist,
Not when I can look at you, instead.
In you’re presence,
Even the wonders of the world fade to nothing,
So I’d still look at you,
And only at you.
You may leave,
You may go to the other side of the world,
Even the other side of the universe, if you believe,
So I can get my sight that I deserved.
But I won’t,
I will just search blindly,
For you,
Until you are back before my eyes,
Until you’re gaze binds me,
To you.
I wanna see the world,
And sometimes I wonder,
What is the world?
Is it a place,
Or is it someone you love?
‘Cause every time I say I wanna see the world,
My head turns back to you,
So maybe you are the world,
Or maybe just my greatest doom.
Do not ever watch the six o'clock news
If you want to live a carefree life
It'll bring you down, beat the crap outta ya
It's like being stabbed with a knife
Just hearing about all the stuff that goes on
You'll wanna set up camp in the woods
Not a bad idea when you really think of it
Much happier in all likelihood
Now this is turning out to be quite a downer
That was not my original intention
Always think positive is what I usually say
A smile was the greatest invention
I'm sure there aren't many cynics on The Soup
So I don't think this will be scoffed at
Poets have a feel for the right path to choose
The one filled with love jam packed
So do not watch the six o'clock news
It's always about the lunatic fringe
Look at your loved ones and tell 'em you care
Invite them on a friendly love binge
© Jack Ellison 2013
DIOS ES LA CURA -GOD IS THE CURE---English verse
Does any body
Have a cure
For what's going on in this here world
Does any one
Know for sure
Is there ready a God...
Cause I don't know
Yes, I wanna know
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
The cure is ourselves
It's our though process
We do, we chose to live or die
This cure is ourselves?
We chose to live or begat
The things in sin I'm a witness
If we chose wrong
If we go left
We will lose are soul
We won’t be blessed
I'm a witness
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
Hush.......my brother/sister
GOD is the Cure
and if you’re not sure
You’ve already tried your way
And if you’re not sure
It's only two ways, yours and God's way
You have chosen wrong
You need to turn it around
Turn it around
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
ALLELUIA