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BRING YOUR SIN

Bring your sin and the ugliness within
It’s all we bring: our part of the equation
But He quickens us to Christ
This Desire of every nation
The ingredients found in the preparation
Is the recipe for God’s vindication
It’s more than a metaphor
It’s an intimate union prepared by the Lord
And as we doubt and fall, sinking as did Peter
Let us

Your Shore

There's a beach where the sand
Won't get in your shoes
Or stick to your skin
When you're covered with sweat.

The shore's always clean
No trash or dead fish
And the water's still
Clear enough to drink.

In your mind, I hope and pray,
There's room for me
To kick that sand around
And be with you on your shore.

Get Off Your Knees, Marlon

Pitifully, he calls her again and again
Brando yelling, "STELLA" from his knees.
Like he ever meant something to her...
Stop groveling like a fool. She was a tease.

She doesn't come from Kansas or Oz
and Sunnybrook Farm is make believe.
Stop shouting her name. For crying out loud.
Shed your tears somewhere else if you grieve.

She left long ago on

What's your story?

What's your story?
Is it a sop story too
Cause seemingly everyone claims too
And maybe there's not a good story to tell out here

What's your story?
Is it worth even telling at first
Or you believe it needs to be told
That's why you get all grumpy when no one wants to listen 

What's your story?
Why do you think yours

Your Actions, Their Scars

Don't play the victim, don't wear the frown
You're the one causing harm, spinning others down
Bullying, harassing, spreading fear and pain
You're the problem, not the one to claim
Don't shift the blame, don't point the finger high
You're the one acting out, passing by
Think before you speak, think before you act
Your words and actions leave a lasting fact
You're

You Can't Hide Your Lying Eyes

There it is again 
That coy, sheepish look
I've seen every deception 
Written down in your book

So clever, you think
You're alibi bound
But the expression you make
As your eyes dart around 

Searching and fumbling
You stutter your vowels
But the bile you'll spit
Will come straight from your bowels

So spin your dark lies
Go on and deceive
I'm packing my bags
Oh what

By Your Bedside

I am dying to be by you, at your bedside
Mon amour, I yearn every second to be by your side
To soothe the pain, to give you a good massage
To mesmerize you and to send the right message
To your body, to your soul and to your enduring heart
Darling, going forward, you and I should never be

I DON'T FEAR YOU OR YOUR HYUNDAI

PARKED AT MY HOME SENDING ME THREAT SMOKING BLUNTS WITH THE LOCALS ITCHING SCRATCHING YOUR SCABIES OUT BREAK AGAIN BREAKING INTO LAUNDROMATS HOMES HIDINGNOUTNIN MY NEIGHBORS DOG BED I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR JAMAICAN SCUM LIKE YOU A COMMON MULE ARRRIVING WITH AN ASSASIN TO END MY LIFE OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY 23 YEARS LATER

I Got Energy Always from Your Verse

Your words arrive like dawn’s first flame,
A gentle spark, yet never tame.
They touch the chords I guard with care,
And lift my soul through open air.

The maps I hide, the dreams I keep,
Awake within me from their sleep.
Your verse reminds me light must flow,
To those whose hearts will help it grow.

I see the mirrors you have

Feel your Feelings

Allow yourself to go
beyond numbing disappointment
and put words to how you feel

Stop brushing everything aside like nothing matters
Bring your emotions out in daylight
Don’t hide and gloss them over ~ analyze them

Do away with self censorship
Dig deeper ~ know you’re entitled 
to feelings and to express them

No longer silence the inner child
who gets offended and wants

Atta-Gal I'm your Man tonight

The perfect indication
a smirk, with some flirtation
a special night
for dating
do you wanna dance with me

Suggestive comments got me thinking
that atta-bouis
and all that winking
laning on me
got me thinking
you wanna dance with me

aint got the right stuff for staying
work in the morning my Boss aint
playing
But you got me wanting
some forward thinking
the night aint through
when the band finishes

Count your blessings

Count your blessings 

Recognize one's treasures,  Every moment
in someone 's personal life is to be grateful. 
For God sends favor

No matter what the proportions or volume are.
Count your blessings. 

Don't attempt to carry the weight of disappointment 
Nor the entire world upon your shoulders, Considering 
it comes in all sizes.

Thank you for all the

A sentance to avoid'

Be aware of a verb, thats emerging..From an Aussie, it has been formed, And  its Now surging.' Quite
Descriptive and gritty, Aimed first off at canberra
City, where the originals (are said to be spawned?)
You don't need its description, its scar is real hard old friend' a strong
Valediction.' Of how low? You are thought in your

take me to your leader

robot from planet Uranus speaks to the tiny creatures
they sit in growths from the earth, tidy like gobwaters on his planet
“take me to your leader,” the robot says
the tiny creatures giggle, sitting up straighter, glad to be recognized
but no one offers to take him anywhere
so he sits in the middle of these strange creatures, hoping

The Note in Your Shoes

The wedding venue burnt without flame
the moment we stepped in.
You and I, hand in hand, step by step—
we laughed till our facials started aching,
we danced until the floor grew tired.

That was the story of our first day in love.
Twenty five years after marriage~
we now hardly speak,
our children hardly know us.

We rise too early, return too

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