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Soft Cookies

SOFT COOKIES

The Sphinx, ghosts, Atlantis,
Life in the deep blue sea,
Black Holes, and UFO’s,
The Loch Ness Mystery!

Do we have a purpose?
Did monkeys evolve to man?
Was there a “Big Bang?”
Is there an abominable snowman?

Is there life on other planets? 
What's at the end of space?
What happened to Kennedy?
What’s to become of our race?

Where did Noah’s Arc land?
And does The Bible say who,
Cleaned up after the animals
He collected by two?

When our souls leave, 
Do they come back again?
If we lust in our hearts,
Is that really a sin?

Were Aliens at Roswell? 
Did Earhart crash at sea?
The Bermuda Triangle? 
The Mayan Prophecy?
 
Why are women, 
So hard to understand?
We peak decades apart,
Was that God's plan?

Did they come from Venus,
And we come from Mars?
Conquering  space,
Just to meet in bars?

As mysterious as these are,
There's another great mystery
One I still can't believe
Even though shown to me

One that puzzles me today,
As only a mystery can.
Especially if you are:
A true soft cookie fan.

With two slices of bread, 
Seal hard cookies, in a bowl.
Keep sealed for a day,
Your mission, and goal.

When the lid comes off, 
You'll gasp and moan.
The cookies are soft, 
And the bread is stone.

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Mist of Life

MIST OF LIFE

A thumb being sucked 
As little feet kick
The exuberance of life
A heartbeat so quick

A distant drum
One heart shared by two
A spirit from God 
We deny it - but knew!

There is no voice
No way to resist
The Hippocratic Oath 
Here, doesn't exist!

Nothing for pain 
So organs stay fresh
Pliers crush the skull 
To harvest the flesh 

Lungs without air 
Not a whisper of sound
Tormented blood 
Weeps to the ground

A vessel of life
Where life will not leave
Alone in the dark
In agony wreathe

Abortions are brutal! 
Yet we talk of choices
The “Me” people...only 
Hear their voices

Even some religions 
Have found a way
To believe abortions
With God! ... is ok!  

God knows each soul 
Before it's conceived
It's not! ... just tissue
Don't be deceived!

In the eyes of God 
Life's not a choice
The smallest cry 
Has the loudest voice

But it's God's voice
That must be heard
Through his disciples
Inspired word

And we are warned
Where innocent die
And ground is defiled
“It's Eye For An Eye”

Within those pages
They also say:
For whatever we buy
We must also pay

And though it's ignored
It's also made clear
That those mistreated
Are closer then near

While the Bible reads
Many different ways
Each one concludes
With the “End of Days”

When all of our sins
Before God will lay
And we'll be judged 
On Judgment Day

Since he's our father
None of us lose!
Those left behind
Still owe dues

It's then we'll answer
For our misdeeds
Until our gardens
Are free of weeds

In the realm of God
Time doesn't exist
Souls have no path
And life's but a mist

And the lives you touch
Will come back to you
As both the giver
And receiver too!

Then it becomes clear
When your bill comes due
That all your sins
Were sins...against you!

You pull away
But nowhere to go
Your parent's hearts
You already know

You grimace in pain
As Death grabs hold
And another weed
From your gardens pulled








So each life matters
This you mustn't doubt
We pay for our sins
And dead babies shout

Remember life matter
This you mustn't doubt
We pay for our sins
And dead babies shout

So what you'll pay
Is clearly said:
The killer's blood too
Will also be shed

Exodus, Matthews 
And Revelations say:
For what we buy 
We must also pay

So treat all others
Like you want treated too!
Every action you take 
Will follow you!

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Reflecting

Reflecting on me
Looking back to look forward
Songs and tragedies

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Another Heartache

Misery, Loneliness, and Despair, draw near;
Rainy weather friends, whose motives are clear.
Friends that are happy, when life's gone askew.
When a heart lies battered, and broken in two.

Then without notice, they kick open the door;
Misery struts in, throwing his stuff on the floor.
“I see Love's been here,” he bellows, with a grin, 
“But today she's left you, and I'm moving in!”

A battered Heart cries; “It's your lucky day!
Love filled every room, just yesterday. 
When she checked-out, and said we're through,
She left plenty of room, for all of you!”

“Though we'd all prefer, not to have Hate!
“He's too violent, nasty, and irate.”
“I think he can visit, out by the pool.
But I'll check with our manager: A. Fool!”

Misery checks in, with his partner, Despair
Numbness and Emptiness, just sit and stare
Sadness and Loneliness, left a “Do Not Wake”
All reunited again, my heart welcomes home:
ANOTHER  HEARTACHE

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Even Before

EVEN BEFORE

Before eyes could blink
Before minds could think
Before hands could touch
Before arms could clutch

Before lips would kiss
Before hearts would miss
Before lungs would fill
Before tears would spill

Before dawn could break
Before life could take
Before you were she
Before we were we

A heart beat in time
Before you were mine
Two souls would weep
In a night-less sleep

And vows were made
That would never fade
And love would soar
Even Before!

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Love's Pitiful Remnant

LOVE'S PITIFUL REMNANT
(THE MIDNIGHT MIST)

Fragrance fading, clutching in the dark
A hint of her scent, past memories spark
Sparks ignite, on my heart's kindled floors
Until they explode, and a fire roars

Torrid flames rage, till torrential rains -
Contain the fires, as my body drains
My head seeks sleep, and my body feigns
As reality, quivers, and wanes

To the Midnight Mist, I drift away
Where dreams will always, find their way
Where souls seek out, what hearts have missed
For all that’s needed, prayed for, and wished

There I found her, in the past we shared
Before stone walls, left heart's impaired
Before the death, of the love we swore
And the sacred vows, our pride through tore

Where hearts only love, and are never mean
Stone walls crumble down, and can't be seen
And all the love, that was sadly missed
Was waiting there, in the Midnight Mist

Her eyes met mine without hurt or despair
From all the years, of neglectful care
While all the love, that each of us sought
Hearts' still cherished, and hadn't forgot

As her smoky lips, to mine finally neared
My skin shuttered, as goose bumps appeared
My eyelids closed, as desperate lips kissed
And our hearts found, what they'd sorely missed

Tightly in my arms, my cold heart warmed
So filled with joy, a teardrop formed
The tear escaped, and raced down my cheek
Shattering the mist, as they formed a creek

My eyes now open, but in darkness alone lie
Dazed and confused, and wondering why
Her pillow in my arms, fragrance fading fast
Breathing through it, to make a memory last

Love's pitiful remnant, I hold on to – and weep
Her memory awakes, as my mind drifts to sleep
In my arms, till the mist, my tears again sever
Loving her always, till the end of – forever

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Touched In the Wind

Fluttering - falling - then rising again
Passion to loneliness, happiness when
Hate from love, then back to a friend
Souls that know, and Valentine’s send

Hindsight - insight, soul mates move on 
Chambers of love empty, lives lived long 
Cascades of rain, salty lips wanting kissed
Souls that touched, but two hearts, missed

Soul time - heart time – then no time at all
Daylight to midnight, cold in winter’s shawl
Openness and honesty, could this have been 
The truth may have killed us, but our souls:     
           TOUCHED IN THE WIND!