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Call me back
Fix this crack
Lest, it wrack
Lay down sword
Be restored
By your lord
With due time
You would mime
What love rhyme
Until something's gored,
It can't be restored.
---- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Everyone, surely knows,
after the war,
over the lost blood will the peace be restored
even though it is an enormous pain
it will be shown a great reward and gain
oh love
i
am restored
while
you leave
your footprints
upon
the
black sandy shore
because
these
are
the windmills
in
my mind
while
i
am here
to be restored
Dedicated to Paul Callus
In his dream did appear her soul he adored,
Which he wished and wanted to be restored;
Hear her sing;
Back bring;
Now has been in heaven in hands of his Lord.
Jim Horn
Lord I come before you unholy
and I ask that you allow myself to be restored fully
Keep me Father
Make me Worthy
Hallelujah
2/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Salt is good
But if salt itself loses its taste
With what can its flavor be restored
It is fit neither for the soil nor for the manure pile
It is thrown out
Whoever has ears to hear ought to hear [LK 14:34-35]
The Full Moon's Beam lit up the Earth.
Revealing wars, turmoil, and hurt.
He wanted peace to be restored.
For what he saw He did abhor.
It pained Him so to see all this.
He closed His eyes and then Eclipsed.
Michael Tor
The blessing from the gods;
The stares of my allies.
I fight to help the flawed.
I kill the ones who take my prize,
And look deep into my enemy's eyes.
And if they ever try to be restored,
I will kill them with my iron sword
i’m only something til i am no more ~ then nothing just like before
but all that matter i was before ~ will matter once again and more
ergo something will be restored ~ nothing really matters therefore
By
David Kavanagh
im really hurting
he says he loves me but he dont say anything to me
so he tore my heart out of my chest and it cannot be restored
i feel like crying but i cant i feel like i have to hold in my feelings
i wish he say he loved me tooo
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Many years from now when my feeble hair resembles
a glazing mountain's peak toppled with snow...
will I will regret youth's gone splendor?
Somehow its joyful yearning
can offer much comfort and hope:
that where I'm going its beauty wil be restored...
as when time was eternal.
It is not about who lost more.
It is not about who can sacrifice the most.
The friends you lost cannot be restored.
Just try to focus on the people you will never be able to shake away.
Just try to focus on how tired you are.
So by the time you wake up-
The tears will be dry.
If energy fails,
And liveliness slows,
If strength becomes weak
And life’s sparkle goes.
Grab a partner…dance.
Vivacious verve
Can be restored.
Let vigor thrive.
Set life to drive.
Do the deal!
Jump and reel.
Dancing heals -
Mighty
Vigor
Oomph!
Ó November 15, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
An item that cannot be replaced
A memory that cannot be restored
This one possession is all that I have left
I keep it close to my heart
To carry the memory of the past
It means a lot to me
I take it with me wherever I go
Thinking of the memories before
Someday this memory will fade
And I'll be left with nothing more
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
King David composed and played for love of God.
Oh, one must die and one must here remain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
Which played, my own life force would go.
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
Which played, my own life force would go.
That one must live and one must die is plain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
much work there is to right the world
with everything helter-skelter
the angels working overtime
nudging people to save their lives
little birds giving sound advice
and dogs barking with knowing eyes
black cats begin lining the streets
as onlookers point to the sky
the balance seems to be restored
just another day on planet earth
True love is like a wild rose
It can bring so much joy
Beauty and vibrance to behold
Then when you reach out to your hearts desire
The thorns cut deep and scar forever
Once plucked it can never be restored
The very thing you once adored
The rose will wilt and the colour will drain
A distant memory will be all that remain
Date 2015
A sunny Sunday afternoon
With family in the park
Is one that on a calendar
You wouldn't think to mark.
Yet out among the leaves of gold,
The weather crisp and bright,
Our kids and grandkids by our sides,
Things start to feel all right.
The recent news recedes a bit
And not at all too soon,
For hope can be restored on such
A sunny afternoon.
Does anyone really know how much we rely
On the electrical power system to survive
Lose it for ten minutes and our world shuts down
When everyday services we're deprived
It's the one service we need more than any other
Panic sets in immediately when denied
Some people want to end it all
It'll be restored it's only a matter of time
This door is closed
Feel free to scream and shout
No one hears you
Feel free to thrash about
Let it all out
I am sorry that it hurts
How could you not foresee
Your own destiny
Hold up a mirror
See your horror
And stop blaming me
Accept the stain
It will lessen the pain......
Bow your head to the Lord
An inner peace will be restored .....Feel Free....
His pain is so deep
, it pearce his very soul,
The Depression takes control, slowly each Day, he slips away,
To a place unknown to me, as i sit helpless to his pain.
All i know to do is embrace
him in my undienig LOVE,
ONE day his pain will be NO more ,
And this Deamon called Depression will fade away,
and his Soul will be restored and Happiness will take controll.
A new year wipe yourself a clean slate,
leave past worries and troubles behind
a locked gate.
Dispose of old foes and
any lingering ghosts.
Dust yourself of
moving forward letting go of last years
mistakes and traits.
You have a destiny,
your life will be restored. Your heavenly
Father knows what your future holds.
Trust in the good shepherd and life will
get better.
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