Charlie was a gift, lifting us to thoughts, making us think of all the stuff we want to know.
Charlie was light, making all of our thoughts feel his light, making us want to participate in his debate with life.
Charlie was a man of God, working day and night for all of God’s delight.
Charlie was a lover of family and worked to grow heaven’s army, shining light to all that would listen, he made a path for us to follow.
Charlie was called home, and I am sure God was standing at the door, waiting for the amazing Charlie to make heaven light up with joy.
Charlie we will miss you every day, we will work hard to spread all of your words.
Charlie your spirit for life, is spreading like the fire of God, just like the words God spoke to Moses from the burning bush.
Charlie we lift prayer for you and your family; we are all keeping you in our thoughts and hearts.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Some are set in stone
working day and night till death
just to please the boss
If I was a soul reader, I'd cast a net to the sea and light up this
hurting world with phosphorous anemones.
If I was a soul reader, I'd know which ones were sick. I wouldn't use
a thermometer though, I'd use my soul meter stick.
If I was a soul reader, I'd bring their dark to light, I'd search
the hearts of all man kind and offer them insight.
If I was a soul reader I'd make people glow.
They'd light up each night, like lightening bugs you know.
If I was a soul reader, I'd dare not stop to rest. I'd be
working day and night to clean up all this mess.
They toil away
unacknowledged and unseen
working day and night
fleecing the scene
they know all your ins and outs
steadfastly collecting
everything
they can on you... Meet
The Lint Factory Inc.
Warmth and passion through the air
Emanating glow
Garlands flying everywhere
Sparkling through the snow
Cherry pie and candy canes
Sugarplums in the mist
Elves are working day and night
Santa checks his list
Children's fingers sticking tightly
From the candy treats
Heat flickers through the fireplace
Carolers warm their feet
Snowmen beckon lightly
Urging snow ball fights to begin
Families make snow angels
As do cherished friends
Egg nog swirling in the cups
While we sit to rest
Christmas carols playing
Add magic to our fest
Christmas trees have spread their arms
In all majesty
Tinsel fall like tear drops
Angels sing in glee
We have found our haven
In this blessed time
Miracles await us
As Christmas is divine
For the "Christmas Story" contest Date: December 12, 2017
Warmth and passion through the air
emanating glow
Garlands flying everywhere
Sparkling through the snow
Pumpkin pie and candy canes
Sugarplums in the mist
Elves are working day and night
Santa checks his list
Children's fingers sticking tightly
From the candy treats
Heat flickers through the fireplace
Carolers warm their feet
Snowmen beckon lightly
Urging snowball fights to begin
Families make snow angels
As do cherished friends
Egg nog swerving in the cups
While we sit to rest
Christmas carols playing
Adding magic to our fest
Christmas trees have spread their arms
In all majesty
Tinsel fall like tear drops
Angels sing in glee
We have found our haven
In this blessed time
Miracles await us
As Christmas is divine
People and places faces and names,
the vicious cycle of endless mind games.
oh those who have lost their way
and found themselves on a playground where one pays
before one plays
working day and night on deeds that can never be won
earning the title of inevitably spun
Always wanting more and more
never knowing what they want it for ,
climbing and climbing roads that are rough
Always wanting more and more but the road is too tough
unaware of the riptides in the oceans they are sent
landing rock bottom in the jungles of cement
will they finally reach the ultimate high ?
when all they can do is lay down or die.
Everyday I wake up and I go to work
Criticism isn't given to child drug dealers
They understand that everyone needs a way to live
I walk through the slums of Brazil working day and night
I help pay for my siblings so they may eat
But once a week, I find my reason to continue on
I go out and play soccer with my friends
Just so I can hear the muse
Of the crowd cheering from the stadium
No wall can block those lights in the sky
This inspires me to go on to the next week every time
And finally after years, I bought tickets to the game
Brazil scored a game winning goal in the final minute
And in that moment, I could see the fireworks again
The fireworks that had inspired and illuded me for years
And I sat down and I cried of joy
To see those fireworks one last time
As I knew that I wouldn't live to see them again
Working day and night,
To make life a bright,
Edison brought light,
Like,the hand of might,
On all Lanka's light,
Hanging a weight,
Not light!
When are we going to be free from these
Monsters?; when I think of them I hiss,
One attacks the skin,eye,blood and other parts,
Which has led to the deaths of many hearts,
Men in coats are working day and night for a cure,
The world prays, but this seems elusive for sure,
Then comes the second one that destroys the immune
Which has made the living and the dead to commune.
Men are now scared of ‘coitus lopus’ to stay alive,
The two work on the blood as they connive
to destroy youthful and vibrant life of men,
once you are grasped, is like be thrown into vampire’s den,
then comes the third one with virulent to kill,
His tongue is retractable like chameleon with death seal,
Fluid from the body keeps him alive and deadly,
Kills at a faster rate than the first two solely,
Keep your doors lock!,do not open,for they are here…
Beware!
Below the fingers reaching, growing
Into darkness, stretching..holding
Feeding above tiny buds of green
Working day and night, beauty unseen
Preparing a mighty fortress strong and bold
To withstand battles, ancients foretold
Above saplings bend supple in summer breeze
Not realizing, soon comes winter's freeze
Life's cycles pass from season to season
Saplings now majestic, offering no reason
Below the mysterious changes take place
Green turns to rainbows, across horizons face
Encased in ice, and snow of white
They sleep, feeding both day and night
Awaiting first tiny buds of green
Below the magic remains unseen
©Donna Jones
they give and lived
thur it all
some had to fall
its was no ball
it was a life
working day and night
making a way
for us today
its not about lootS
shute
am just going
BACK TO MY ROOTS
I know it's HUMAN NATURE for people to talk
If they could have lived just ONE DAY IN YOUR LIFE
they may have seen the real MAN IN THE MIRROR
No matter how OFF THE WALL the public got,
I never heard you say BEAT IT or LEAVE ME ALONE
It had to be BAD to REMEMBER THE TIME when,
you were judged for being DANGEROUS to your child
HISTORY, you don't LET IT GET YOU DOWN
MAYBE TOMORROW people will see that you were,
WORKING DAY AND NIGHT to HEAL THE WORLD
Although I'M IN A STATE OF SHOCK, I'LL BE THERE
to bid you adieu, WE CAN NEVER SAY GOOD-BY.
Here I am,
Again,
In awkward solitude,
Slaving myself thinking
…and thinking;
But,
The mind won’t say a thing;
See
What you’ve done,
How could you make them cry?
I used to see
Their smile,
But right now is anger and sadness
They feel;
You’ve caused the pain;
Don’t say a word, just leave!
Go
Go… to the man that’ll give you wealth;
That’s what you wanted;
If not,
You won’t be hurting us, when
I was in Saudi,
Working day and night
Just
For us, all.
Slaves ,slaves , slaves
slaves in the world,
working for sugar,
food and tea.
Slaves in the world,
working day and night,
but nothing they get
from their sweat.
Slavery in the world,
it's some thing wrong,
the source of cry
among human beings.
We should a void it,
the world is for all,
the poor and the rich.
Jesus died for us.
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