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Gareth Smith Poem
Close your eyes to see the world . . and open your heart to feel it.
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Gareth Smith Poem
If time heals all, what heals time?
For it cannot be changed, its burned into history, burned into the fabric of time like a scratch on a track.
Time can make us feel regret that we did not use it the best we could or it can make us rejoice remembering that good moment in time.
It is a fickle thing that most will not appreciate until it’s gone.
I myself have had more pain than good, but does that count as bad time as it made my character and is the reason I have this strength and insight on life.
So I don’t believe in or good or bad moments in time, its all on how we look at it and use it going forward.
The most important thing to remember and learn from the past is that we ALL make mistakes . . but only a fool repeats them.
Yours Fraternally
TIME
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That old age question, what does GOD look like?
What if you have already met? . . You might have seen him today?
Did you look closely at that stranger that needed help when you just walked on by?
Remember that charity worker that asked for a minute of your time?
Maybe we dont get to see GOD in his true form yet, but that dosnt mean we doont see him in this life.
Don't be so quick to walk by . .
Dont be so quick dismiss that situation were you could have helped . .
GOD sees everything and sometimes he's right there testing you . . Dont give up on the world just yet
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I see the world crumbling around me, people losing their moral ground
Following what they think is right rather than what they truly know is right.
Most people really are uneducated sheep and cannot see what’s right in front of their faces.
So many even mock the Lord and his word as if he didn’t exist and even openly say with conviction that theirs no GOD! And instead there small minds worship a sport as if it was their GOD?!
It really disgusts me and breaks my heart to see how far mankind has gone and I fear for their souls as they do not know what they do.
Dear Lord please have mercy and help show them the way, its easy for them to be distracted and miss lead with all they hear and are shown in this corrupt world without its true intentions shown.
GOD Bless all the Lords people and hold your heads high as the true fight is yet to happen and when it does . . We’ll fight until we die!
Amen
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To be English above all is not just a given, from the beginnings of time to the new world position.
It is of bravery and honour that has built the empire we know, that no matter what we may face no matter how big the enemy or challenge we will not quiver we shall not shudder nor walk away, our upper lip will remain stiff and the lions heart our enemy will feel in protection of Queen and country.
In a world of corruption and deceit, floundering morals as sources try to wash them away, inside this mayhem will always lay a loyal army to her Majesty and country that will fight tooth and nail to protect.
No matter the hatred or non believers we shall not fall.
The most powerful family in the world that has ruled through generations of change and is echoed through the story of time this is my promise to you your Majesty we will always be here waiting on your every word to follow and serve as your loyal army.
May GOD save the Queen and protect her people through time,
For we are ENGLAND . . full of love . . . full of Pride!
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Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.
No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.
Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.
All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.
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When you think your alone I’m actually there. . taking away your freedom and your not even aware.
Its better this way with you not knowing, as if our true face was to show, well that would be the end of the plan as we know.
So do us a favour and keep working your 9-5 watching our T.V thinking you’re alive.
The truth of it all is we run this show and even if we told you no better people would know!
As most aren’t wise they do as there told, makes them feel secure. . Its psychology of old, an as we both know sheep do not lead . . but follow!
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To help is to be alive
to lift when someone has fallen
to shine when it is dark
to be hope when all is lost
All these are help, and are remembered by those who witnessed.
A smile can change a life, never underestimate your power, and your power over the world.
So when its needed . . . 'help
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Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe
But then sometimes when I’m sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . .
I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me
Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze!
Enabling me to walk in that park!
Sit on that bench!
It’s easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . . amazing things can be achieved.
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I can’t wait for the day I’m home,
But where is home?
Is it a past memory of childhood of the family sitting around the living room watching the TV with a takeaway on a Saturday night?
Or is it the future that’s yet to be created, a family of your own and a new place to call home?
Maybe it’s a feeling one of love and joy the kind you first created playing as a young boy?
But I believe it is not just one of the above, but them all in twined into a magical feeling, one of wonder and belief.
It is to complex for us to understand now but trust me my friends, when your home . . . you’ll know.
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