1. Jesus’ birth, life and death is not stardust;
He rose back to life bringing hope and trust.
Following Him brings peace as we repent
from our sins to find joy and contentment.
Searching God’s Word reaps salvation's result,
and makes praying to Him not difficult.
God never slumbers, He’s ever awake
He’s list’ning always, at night, at daybreak.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
2. What will be, will be, praise God, Almighty,
He redeemed us, with His will we agree.
When the darkness dims within the dark sky
we gaze at the Light and watch the sparks fly.
As His bless-ed Light shines bright and steadfast
the darkness of Satan just will not last.
God’s with us, do not fear what man can do;
never doubt that Jesus will see us through.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
My life is made up of many things,
Dreams and hopes in my church hymnal.
Lyrics limping along in simple songs,
Coming out from being a ***** spiritual.
Songs that assures me of treasures
If found, are in exchange for a sacrifice.
I am guaranteed there would be tears,
and snares laid in a troublesome place.
Victory share the hope of salvation,
A temporary illusion before death.
My world is in captivity to emotion,
I stand in need with a separate breath.
life carries me to where the good intrude,
Someday done wrong, with pain sing along,
The sad melody fits the time, a hit in the mood.
And Caused my life to be in this song.
In prayer, I often look up to the sky.
And search for answers that could be mine.
But I go the way to where crows fly,
As foul as I am, the healing is inclined.
the blue jay's pained call
mirrors the melancholy...
of a rainy day.
Date written: 09/21/2019
ELUSIVE
On wordy flight
I see you rise...
Like clouds,
Like ships on wave-less seas,
You sail on endlessly.
But then one day
I snatched your wing...
Of thought,
Of need to fill a lasting yearn.
I must cage your prism.
Caressing all your wonder
I’m awestruck, spellbound.
Captivating, anticipating
The motion of your spirit.
As you fly in silence
The soaring makes me breathless.
Take me on a quest
Beyond illusion.
Inside no motion,
No being.
A thought,
A need to fill the void.
Vertigo and I swoon.
As I stand and marvel
An image takes form.
Iridescent, opalescent,
A magnet of colour.
Then, only for a moment
The pulsing spectrum parted
I saw a vision of my soul
A time not yet here.
1-8-2013 Walking The Shore
Tomorrow,just as today,I begin to wonder,
How much I would like to walk the shore,
As the same as I did,once long before,
Those memories do not fade,even if in thundering rain
Or more so now that I have my cane,
I met you once there,I was not alone,
Your eyes sparkled,like the stars far beyond,
As if the same,a memory or a dream,it's what I want,
To return with my kite to fly,my feet to sink ,my mind to awake,
Feel the warm sand through your open hands,
Kiss the smile -right off your face,like the waves curls before the break ,
I am here now writing in the wind,
Sharing with you where I stand,beside the busy sea,
I shall stay as long as I can,willing to fill you in,with my favorite pen.
Never enough love to fill me up as a clown
when mood remains low;
I'd love to spin around twice,
hold someone's hand and fall down
to touch the world below...
as light chases away those dark clouds!
Where are the happy thoughts
that build up inside...
when fancy strikes and explodes
to make way for the sunshine?
Where's that rainbow
that promises tomorrow?
Never enough love to make me shout, spring up and suddenly soar
to forget troubling days
that make me awfully sad;
oh, I lay wishes on stars
and believe in roses without thorns,
in faces without frowns!
Oh, it would be a wonderful thing to sail on a ship to a distant shore!
Will I watch the fading sunset and dream by myself?
I'll look far away to explore feelings of solitude...
who'll be there to take me to another altitude,
if there isn't enough love to satisfy this throbbing chest?
Never enough love to give to the truest heart
whose size is the depth of the bluest sea!
If one isn't generous, that person will be lonely and out of luck;
keep on giving what you can to make everyone see
that love never says you can't win the trust of your darling...
to build up that lasting dream when reality is the surest thing!
O Jesus! It’s the era of tech!
O Jesus! It’s the info era!
It’s the twenty-first century –
You are supposed to come down
We have started the count down
Ten Nine Eight Seven Six
Five Three Two One O!
O Jesus! Take a look at us
You are our precious omnibus!
O Jesus God’s symbol of peace
You are what we now need and miss!
O Jesus! Come down on the earth
Make it a place of peace and mirth.
O Muhammad mercy of the universe
We are your followers so please look at us.
If you were not created God would create nothing
I have a few things to give you but this song I sing.
If you did not reveal the Truth
Our afterlife would not be smooth.
If you were not our guide we would surely go astray
We want you beside us on the awful Judgment Day.
Jesus we miss you so much
We want your miracle touch.
Jesus please come as soon as possible
To end the war and strife once and for all.
Jesus please pray to God
We know His mind is broad.
Jesus please come now or never
We need you now more than ever.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound on my drumes i like to pound.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i think it has a very cool sound.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i would love to here it going around.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound don't let it turn your smile into a frown.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound here there where ever i am found in the sky or on the ground.
Bubba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound i am so glad JESUS CHRIST i have found. Bubba bubba bound Bubba bound and heaven someday i am bound.
Buba bubba bound Bubba bubba bound.
I can’t be lost and can’t be found,
I’m in the air and in the ground;
I’m very loud without a sound.
I’m everywhere yet can’t be seen,
I’m where you’re going,
and where you’ve been.
I never stop and never start;
I am spirit’s love, which fills your heart.
expanding negative-space
...from the eye
of an artist's
howling-pen
language-weeps
language-weeps
after-words language-weeps
from the wounds that reason makes;
seep from wounds of omission,
seep from some-deep-super-scary-Sa?sKara,
seep from some gimme-gimballed lurching-duality,
trembling from the loss of blood
lost in the wailing rhythm of suffering,
...
innocent victims like you and me,
lost between infinite-Love and "I'm not worthy",
there where the manic-music lifts
dreams farther-f u r th e r then the stretchered edges in longings go,
to those places where the bubble-breaks,
there
where all that's left is dark and deep.
it'd be indefinable and unknown,
especially unknown! and these unknowns,
they'd complete us...
it'd start with a cosmic sentiment,
a serendipity that's bent
toward this infinite-in,
where love in a radiant bouquet
bursting to blossom would begin --
there, where there's a music in you
eager to play in a mellifluous-voice
which only the heart can hear,
and it'd take you into a melodious rhythm 'n roll,
a riff 'round the sound of a whirl'd
swelling with a kiss of bliss,
'tis this that'd speak in that uncommon tongue,
the Poetic one --
it'd risk absurdity in an u n f e t t e r e d language,
divested with an unbounded-eye,
(not limited to the fatal-skin yer' in,)
that'd look and look and dare to see,
the beauty of this conflicted sentimental-reality,
this creative-destruction outpouring
into the middle of things
where good Homer nods
over a potpourri that is the Art of Poetry
Eternity enchanted by beauty unseen,
a fantasy hidden like treasure you'd dream,
the smell of the air is so sweet I can't think;
The animals there are like words I can't speak;
A dieties palace, A kings paradise,
with no troubles or worries, now that would be nice;
Everybody shows love no hate is up there;
Have mercy dear God I can't wait to get there.
Eternity doomed full of mustily filth,
scorching flame every pain you forever shall feel,
its rottenous maggot filled fungus is gross;
The things you see there frighten whole gangs of ghosts;
Saint Nick with his pitchfork, and horns like a bull,
is a king who rules over his servants too cruel;
and the chaos he brings on the earth is none near,
to the chaos you'll see if you end up down there.
Ignorance is bliss i hear
i guess that may be trouble
things i understood all fade and misconceptions double
ignorance is bliss i hear
a problem never knew
as true as mountain high and sky of blue
why don't you understand?Bliss is all i hold
coveted by many as diamond and gold
Ignorance is bliss my dear reality will end
in this way forever live no beginning and no end
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