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The Lair

The lair

I had a secret treasure I had buried in my soul
Buried in an empty void when I was young , strong and almost  whole.

I was proud to have a treasure as I kept it from my peers.
A hint I'd give them now and then for years and years and years
.
It seemed good cause to lift my head and as long as it was there
Their protest didn't matter . I just didn't care.

I had advantage over all who didn't know that it was there
There were times I needed it but it was in a dragons lair.

The dragon blew its' flames at me each time I thought to spend it.
If someone came too close to it the dragon would defend it.

As ages took my strength from me I finally realized
I couldn't use the treasure for the dragon grew in size.

Feeding on my treasure he consumed it day by day
the dragon fed on love you see and defended it with flames.

The Dragons name was Grudges as you may have figured out by now.

IF YOU HAVE A TREASURE CHEST of LOVE
THEN CAST SMALL GRUDGES OUT

By L. Dale McKee

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Willow Dance

The Weeping Willow tree was just another tree to me.

Then the wind blew.

And I glanced at her.

So she danced with me.

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Self Worth

When life is done and all a mist
What was it worth to live?

If all we've done is take it in
and rarely chose to give,

All you'll have left is life ahead
for someone just behind you.

Their Love for you is worth a lot
Their gratitude revives you.

By L. Dale Mckee

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Lonely

With tear-filled eyes and arm in arm,
love surged without Suppression.

The future held no certain tale.
So noble was the session.

Family ties screamed out in anguish,
challenged by great powers.

Reached out for reasons to extend
the life of fading hours.

Goodbye, at last those dreadful words
would force their threat upon me.

Eye to eye thinking only,

Lonely!
Lonely!
Lonely!

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Tear Perfume

I shed my tears to Jesus
Like pearls , He found them special

He gathers every one of them
and stores them in a vessel.

Now when I am discouraged
and when I start to cry,

I can smell a scent of Tear perfume
as Jesus passes by

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Gentle Smile

A gentle smile...hold it...like a smooth and shiny riverstone. 
Admire it for as long as you can. 
Now skip it into a soft sunset and then 
close your eyes and dream. 
MMMMM yesss DREAM.

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Unlawful Claim

We make a claim when we are born and cannot even speak or walk,
just learned to breath,
just learned to reach,
Long before we've learned to talk.

I don't know how we've come to claim what was borrowed from our mothers
and why we've claimed we have a right to take it from our brothers.

Perhaps it was confusion or a child's mentality, concluding that we'd breathed it in, our first discovery.

But life's not ours to give and take.
This is a concept of our flesh.

How we view each borrowed day is how we fail or pass this test.

One breath was breathed to share with all now billions have awakened.

So infants must be taught at last

THAT LIFE SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN.

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Tic Tock

Tic tock it’s just a clock 
seemingly  it never stops
A pendulum that ever swings 
Every hour the chimes will ring 
Hypnotic dance , she steals our calculating mind 
Love of life romancing us ,distracting us from passing time
Wisdom’s chime from distant place will call us like a nagging wife
Sweet the spell ,her snug embrace distracts and fades the menace cry
Oh that temptress dances well 
So we dance on and on with life
Until our dance grows weary
Until our love grows dreary
Until the midnight hour invade
Until the dancing stops
We never stop to realize
We were dancing to the Ticking of
The rhythm of the clock 
The clock’s wound down
There is no sound
And so the dancing
Stops
Tic
Tock
.

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Affective Hand

If You help someone who helps himself 
you've truly help the man.

Help someone who never does
You'll find them needing help again. 

And if you try to help someone who thinks they need no help at all ,
eventually he will need someone . 
But, who will come to call ? 

Then there are special ones who help most everyone they meet and everybody knows them from see to see to see.
 
A multitude will watch them. 
Some for selfish gain.

But laws of recompense will send to them
 a speedy helping hand again  .

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Promised Child

I dreamed I saw an infant child fall from a changing table.
Flailing then to rise again, I thought he was not able.

But, he struggled until he found himself upon his hands and knees.
It took some time but finally he forced his way to me.

My soul travailed in terror as I watched the infant fall.
I tried to move but couldn't then I cried aloud to God.

God never let me reach for him. He forced the child to try.
I was afraid that as he strove the tiny child would die.

So when he rose on hands and knees and finally found his way to me,
I asked God what his name was and God replied "It's Thee" .

"Walk child walk" "Its not enough to crawl your way to me"
Then I awoke and trembling My conscience said to me.

I am where I would not be
and would not be where I am 
if not that all was out of place
when my life began!

She was where she shouldn't be
and he was deeply lost in sin
because their lives were out of place.
So where did it begin?

So who's to blame as we proceed
to blame the past for everything?

Blame to blame, shame to shame
again and again and again.

Oh Promise child awaken! as I pass to you the task,
to conquer all of our mistakes.
Defeated by our pasts.