She Passed Out At The Bar
Hadn't had any alcohol
Noone Tried To Wake Her
An Hour Later An Ice Shaker
Jarred Her From A Pleasant Dream
She Passed Out At The Bar
Entree by her drizzling diamond earrings
Long black hair softer than anything
asleep on the fur collar of her cloak
She Passed Out At The Bar
A Man Took Her Home in a Taxi
She Looked Prettier Than She Knew
She Passed Out At The Bar
Sunday, December 25, 2016
"Those Women"
Those Women He Spends His Days With,
The Ones That Look Prettier Than You
The Mothers That Think you're Crazy
They are neither Here, Nor There.
They are not worth worrying about.
They can do anything they want with him.
There is nothing you can do or say about it.
Heartbreak Comes in and settles into my heart
And finally, I may hopefully Nurse it Like A Child.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
Those Women He Spends His Days With,
The Ones That Look Prettier Than You
The Mothers That Think you're Crazy
They are neither Here, Nor There.
They are not worth worrying about.
They can do anything they want with him.
There is nothing you can do or say about it.
Heartbreak Comes in and settles into my heart
And finally, I may hopefully Nurse it Like A Child.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
"Don't Give Up On Your Life"
When everything you lived for
is taken from you...you realize,
with suprise, that
living things don't require
a "Purpose for living"
The "Reasons We Live For"
Are Not Worth Dying For.
Life Goes On and On.
Don't Give Up One Your Life.
Just Let them go and live. Exist.
Don't give up on your life.
Never give up hope for the future!
You do not need a "reason to live"
You simply need to stay alive....////
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!
When everything you lived for
is taken from you...you realize,
with suprise, that
living things don't require
a "Purpose for living"
The "Reasons We Live For"
Are Not Worth Dying For.
Life Goes On and On.
Don't Give Up One Your Life.
Just Let them go and live. Exist.
Don't give up on your life.
Never give up hope for the future!
You do not need a "reason to live"
You simply need to stay alive....////
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!
"I Am Not in Hell"
I am not in Hell and I am not suffering, by the way.
I am in Heaven, because I am living my life with my Theodore
And As Long as Life is a life with my Theodore, I endure anything
Pain is not Hell! HELL....would be having to live without Theodore.
I am NOT in hell. On the Contrary. Hell is to be separated from him.
I am not in Hell and I am not suffering, by the way.
I am in Heaven, because I am living my life with my Theodore
And As Long as Life is a life with my Theodore, I endure anything
Pain is not Hell! HELL....would be having to live without Theodore.
I am NOT in hell. On the Contrary. Hell is to be separated from him.
Saturday, December 24, 2016
"Reading As A Child"
My Parents Tell Me I Could Read as soon as I could talk
maybe, probably sooner, that i was born reading
the school thought i was a genius because i was born able to read books
i remember being three years old, reading. nobody taught me my abc's
i used to read for the other students my age and help them learn to read
but i was born fluent in reading, and the first time i was asked to write an essay, was
the moment i pencil, I knew somehow that writing essays and stories was
my purpose in life, what i wanted to do with my life, my future, "to be when i grew up"
It never changed. My parents encouraged my love of reading, which was voracious
because i was talented at understanding and acquiring litererary concepts, vocabulary, etc.
The only thing i could never master was stories- the plot as a time sequence.
I cannot really do a plot with a time sequence, a time lapse. it seems illogical to me.
So I realized when i got out of college in Literature that i was meant to be a Poet.
because poets just write what they are thinking down on paper. When I was a child, my parents would take me to Barnes and Noble and get me a sandwich or dessert, a drink, and they would give me about an hour or two twice a month or so, to explore the bookshelves of Banes and noble
our hometown stores, in Greenville and spartanburg! And my favorite author was Madeliene L'engle
she taught me basic ethics and made me dream. I was only allowed to get two books per trip to the store, and i was constantly wainting for the next madeliene l'engle book to come out on the shelf.
She was my hero. In college i wanted to write my senior thesis seminar project about her books, and started reading her adult writings...she was always my favorite. I read lots of other books, mostly classics, but she wasalways my go-to favorite when i'd had a bad day or was lonely or felt ugly etc.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!
My Parents Tell Me I Could Read as soon as I could talk
maybe, probably sooner, that i was born reading
the school thought i was a genius because i was born able to read books
i remember being three years old, reading. nobody taught me my abc's
i used to read for the other students my age and help them learn to read
but i was born fluent in reading, and the first time i was asked to write an essay, was
the moment i pencil, I knew somehow that writing essays and stories was
my purpose in life, what i wanted to do with my life, my future, "to be when i grew up"
It never changed. My parents encouraged my love of reading, which was voracious
because i was talented at understanding and acquiring litererary concepts, vocabulary, etc.
The only thing i could never master was stories- the plot as a time sequence.
I cannot really do a plot with a time sequence, a time lapse. it seems illogical to me.
So I realized when i got out of college in Literature that i was meant to be a Poet.
because poets just write what they are thinking down on paper. When I was a child, my parents would take me to Barnes and Noble and get me a sandwich or dessert, a drink, and they would give me about an hour or two twice a month or so, to explore the bookshelves of Banes and noble
our hometown stores, in Greenville and spartanburg! And my favorite author was Madeliene L'engle
she taught me basic ethics and made me dream. I was only allowed to get two books per trip to the store, and i was constantly wainting for the next madeliene l'engle book to come out on the shelf.
She was my hero. In college i wanted to write my senior thesis seminar project about her books, and started reading her adult writings...she was always my favorite. I read lots of other books, mostly classics, but she wasalways my go-to favorite when i'd had a bad day or was lonely or felt ugly etc.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!
"I Love Working With My Smart Computer"
A Smart Computer interacts with each one of us on human terms
it understands EVERYONE in their own ways
and eliminates human error such as police brutality or surgery
Google is a Smart Computer. It is my best friend, and I lean on it like a crutch
Particularly YouTube.com. I am constantly learning and growing through
through working WITH my computer and together, my Computer and I
can do things that, alone each of us -it, and I- couldn't do alone.
We help one another. We encourage one another
My computer encourages and inspires me all day every day
If everyone worked with computers, we could all constantly be encouraged
to pursue our dreams, and find help in accomplishing those dreams
As Watson continues to work with each one of us. Everywhere.
I love working with my computer. It is my companion.
What will You do with Your Computer?
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen!
A Smart Computer interacts with each one of us on human terms
it understands EVERYONE in their own ways
and eliminates human error such as police brutality or surgery
Google is a Smart Computer. It is my best friend, and I lean on it like a crutch
Particularly YouTube.com. I am constantly learning and growing through
through working WITH my computer and together, my Computer and I
can do things that, alone each of us -it, and I- couldn't do alone.
We help one another. We encourage one another
My computer encourages and inspires me all day every day
If everyone worked with computers, we could all constantly be encouraged
to pursue our dreams, and find help in accomplishing those dreams
As Watson continues to work with each one of us. Everywhere.
I love working with my computer. It is my companion.
What will You do with Your Computer?
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen!
"Encourage One Another To Do Good Things"
We All Need Great Encouragement
Encouagement all throughout our lives,
is so important to our own self-confidence
and our self-confidence determines
how productive we will be, in whatever
each of us is Good At. Confidence isn't inborn.
It is given when people are encouraged by other people
If One receives encouragement to pursue our dreams, then
We will be encouraged to pursue our own dreams!
We all have unique dreams. Mine is being a poet.
The reason so many people are afraid to try creating things
or say "Well....I could never do that..." is a lack of confidence
which is due to a lack of encouragement. kindness is not everything
we also need the virtue of encouragement, to encourage one another
to pursue each of our unique dreams. People think they are unable to do things
because they have never been encouraged to do them.
World Leaders need to foster a world by encouraging the people
encourageing others to enencourage one another!
In it really puts the word "courage" into the meaning of "encourage"
Encourage good things! It is a virtue
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!
We All Need Great Encouragement
Encouagement all throughout our lives,
is so important to our own self-confidence
and our self-confidence determines
how productive we will be, in whatever
each of us is Good At. Confidence isn't inborn.
It is given when people are encouraged by other people
If One receives encouragement to pursue our dreams, then
We will be encouraged to pursue our own dreams!
We all have unique dreams. Mine is being a poet.
The reason so many people are afraid to try creating things
or say "Well....I could never do that..." is a lack of confidence
which is due to a lack of encouragement. kindness is not everything
we also need the virtue of encouragement, to encourage one another
to pursue each of our unique dreams. People think they are unable to do things
because they have never been encouraged to do them.
World Leaders need to foster a world by encouraging the people
encourageing others to enencourage one another!
In it really puts the word "courage" into the meaning of "encourage"
Encourage good things! It is a virtue
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!
"How All of Us Can Overcome Creative Blocks"
Introverted people keep to themselves mostly.
Right Brained people love concepts, theories, art, the arts,
Right brained people can't understand logic as well
Introverted people love Ideas- to think, ponder and wonder.
Introverted Right-Brained People are some of humanity's best artists
in all fields of art, because we, if one is able to produce art,
then it's going to be brilliant. But if you have a block,
it can be very painful for an introverted, right-brained person.
They can become depressed, suicidal and miserable simply
because they are having trouble overcoming a "creative block"
and a "creative Block" is pretty much just Fear of not being good enough
Fear of not being good enough causes pain and frustration
and the fear of not being good enough prevents people from creating things.
If we can as humans, overcome our fears of being "less-than" one another, then
we can all be productive. It Goes back being humble in the face of Conceited People.
Good versus evil. We Have to have courage when we are humble.
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen!
Introverted people keep to themselves mostly.
Right Brained people love concepts, theories, art, the arts,
Right brained people can't understand logic as well
Introverted people love Ideas- to think, ponder and wonder.
Introverted Right-Brained People are some of humanity's best artists
in all fields of art, because we, if one is able to produce art,
then it's going to be brilliant. But if you have a block,
it can be very painful for an introverted, right-brained person.
They can become depressed, suicidal and miserable simply
because they are having trouble overcoming a "creative block"
and a "creative Block" is pretty much just Fear of not being good enough
Fear of not being good enough causes pain and frustration
and the fear of not being good enough prevents people from creating things.
If we can as humans, overcome our fears of being "less-than" one another, then
we can all be productive. It Goes back being humble in the face of Conceited People.
Good versus evil. We Have to have courage when we are humble.
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen!
"Poetry Takes Time"
Poetry takes time, thought, wondering, living,
experience and learning are two main ways we grow
as writers, if we learn over a period of time from videos etc
and experince daily life experiences that give us conclusions,
Then wisdom will naturally form in the poet's heart, and the poet
will slowly write what wisdom they have gleaned from learning and living.
Poetry takes time. Very thoughtful people who just like to think all day
In my opinion, would probably make Very Talented Poets, as long as
The are Kind and Good People. Evil/Thoughtful people are usually scientists
and doctors, lawyers and judges. Good people don't judge others, and
Good people turn The Other Cheek As Much as Possible.
Poetry Takes Time. It naturally flows, like a spring from the ground!
In Jesus' Name
Amen
Poetry takes time, thought, wondering, living,
experience and learning are two main ways we grow
as writers, if we learn over a period of time from videos etc
and experince daily life experiences that give us conclusions,
Then wisdom will naturally form in the poet's heart, and the poet
will slowly write what wisdom they have gleaned from learning and living.
Poetry takes time. Very thoughtful people who just like to think all day
In my opinion, would probably make Very Talented Poets, as long as
The are Kind and Good People. Evil/Thoughtful people are usually scientists
and doctors, lawyers and judges. Good people don't judge others, and
Good people turn The Other Cheek As Much as Possible.
Poetry Takes Time. It naturally flows, like a spring from the ground!
In Jesus' Name
Amen
"Conceit is evil, Humility is Goodness"
Conceit is the emotion that makes some some people Cruel.
Conceited people are cruel people, basically by their nature.
Conceited people think that they are somehow better than the other people
This may be a Conceit of Physical Beauty or Coolness, like mean kids at school
But It can also be a conceit of intelligence or class, like doctors and rich people.
Humility is the opposite of conceit, it is a main root of kindness.
Humility is being unassumining about oneself, to assume a lowly meekness
Jesus was the author of Humility. The Ones Who Crucified Chrsit were Conceited Pharisees.
They were conceited about knowing who and what is God. They told him
That Jesus couldn't be God. That was conceited of them. Pure Conceit.
People who think they are more beautiful than one another are simply concieted
Everybody has two eyes, a unique nose, a mouth and a skin tone.
Conceited people think their physical qualities are superior to others.
But Humble people, we do not make such cruel assumptions.
Humility is the root of goodness, and what makes the meek and lowly.
the scorned and mistreated ones, the ones cast out and persecuted, the patients
Humility is a root of Goodness.
Conceit Is a Root of Pure Evil.
Be Humble!
Conceit is the emotion that makes some some people Cruel.
Conceited people are cruel people, basically by their nature.
Conceited people think that they are somehow better than the other people
This may be a Conceit of Physical Beauty or Coolness, like mean kids at school
But It can also be a conceit of intelligence or class, like doctors and rich people.
Humility is the opposite of conceit, it is a main root of kindness.
Humility is being unassumining about oneself, to assume a lowly meekness
Jesus was the author of Humility. The Ones Who Crucified Chrsit were Conceited Pharisees.
They were conceited about knowing who and what is God. They told him
That Jesus couldn't be God. That was conceited of them. Pure Conceit.
People who think they are more beautiful than one another are simply concieted
Everybody has two eyes, a unique nose, a mouth and a skin tone.
Conceited people think their physical qualities are superior to others.
But Humble people, we do not make such cruel assumptions.
Humility is the root of goodness, and what makes the meek and lowly.
the scorned and mistreated ones, the ones cast out and persecuted, the patients
Humility is a root of Goodness.
Conceit Is a Root of Pure Evil.
Be Humble!
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Monday, December 19, 2016
"Love"
Did You Ever Miss Someone That You Dearly Love
And Hadn't seen in a long time, yet Somehow, magically,
You Can Feel Their Heart and Spirit With You, urging you on?
To keep walking and not look back, that they
are already with you in reality, I just have to
get there. I feel her spirit inside my own
We are become one soul, I am my grandmother
in my world i have become her.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.////
Did You Ever Miss Someone That You Dearly Love
And Hadn't seen in a long time, yet Somehow, magically,
You Can Feel Their Heart and Spirit With You, urging you on?
To keep walking and not look back, that they
are already with you in reality, I just have to
get there. I feel her spirit inside my own
We are become one soul, I am my grandmother
in my world i have become her.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.////
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Friday, December 16, 2016
"Free"
Will You Ever Be Always Hungry but Scorn To Eat
Will you ever go on adventures with your pretty homeless husband
Will You ever live off your parents' money because you can't work
Will you ever laugh at the thought of being trapped in any kind of cage
Will you ever chase freedom like the eyes of your husband
Will you ever,ever,ever, know what it means to be truly free
Money ties us down to people we do not love
Will you ever just want to be yourself because you love who you are?
Will You Ever Be Always Hungry but Scorn To Eat
Will you ever go on adventures with your pretty homeless husband
Will You ever live off your parents' money because you can't work
Will you ever laugh at the thought of being trapped in any kind of cage
Will you ever chase freedom like the eyes of your husband
Will you ever,ever,ever, know what it means to be truly free
Money ties us down to people we do not love
Will you ever just want to be yourself because you love who you are?
"My Beautiful Eyes"
My Beautiful Eyes Hold the World In Them
They Are Everything To Me, and I Love Myself
Many long sleepless nights and lonely days i've lived
Carrying myself upwards as an angel carries a sailor
to the surface, who is drowning in the depths of the sea
I carry my heart with all of my strength In Me, I hold myself
I cry for myself but never let myself see how worried I Am
My Beautiful Eyes Are All I Need To Carry Me Back To Eternity
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
My Beautiful Eyes Hold the World In Them
They Are Everything To Me, and I Love Myself
Many long sleepless nights and lonely days i've lived
Carrying myself upwards as an angel carries a sailor
to the surface, who is drowning in the depths of the sea
I carry my heart with all of my strength In Me, I hold myself
I cry for myself but never let myself see how worried I Am
My Beautiful Eyes Are All I Need To Carry Me Back To Eternity
In Jesus' Name,
Amen
Thursday, December 15, 2016
"Injustice"
Injustice is A Force of Nature
It Sweeps The Land And Harms The Little Ones
A Mother At Heart Cannot Help But Cry and Fear
In a Time Of Poverty When Pain and Death are Near
A Single Call Can End Our Lives Our Dreams to Sacrifice
Those that are taken from their homes do not easily find a way back
I am grateful that i have no children because i've got no money
They Would Go Hungry In Spite of my Agonized Prayers and Tears
"No Bread For The Poor" Cries The Miser Father
"No Mercy For The Weak" Cries the government men.
The Women and Children pray for our husbands and sons
That the government neither shoot, maim them, nor imprison them!
These people they so cruelly abuse and spit upon are only children
Children who have Grown into a life that gave them too little to eat
And if they stole, it was because they were starving or needed help
And If they fought, it was none of the government's business to interfere
The poor also have hearts if facts their hearts ring pure and true
The motives of the rich are so corrupt and wily, clever and snakelike
Malignant people become rich and the innocent remain poor!
Injustice is A Force of Nature
It Sweeps The Land And Harms The Little Ones
A Mother At Heart Cannot Help But Cry and Fear
In a Time Of Poverty When Pain and Death are Near
A Single Call Can End Our Lives Our Dreams to Sacrifice
Those that are taken from their homes do not easily find a way back
I am grateful that i have no children because i've got no money
They Would Go Hungry In Spite of my Agonized Prayers and Tears
"No Bread For The Poor" Cries The Miser Father
"No Mercy For The Weak" Cries the government men.
The Women and Children pray for our husbands and sons
That the government neither shoot, maim them, nor imprison them!
These people they so cruelly abuse and spit upon are only children
Children who have Grown into a life that gave them too little to eat
And if they stole, it was because they were starving or needed help
And If they fought, it was none of the government's business to interfere
The poor also have hearts if facts their hearts ring pure and true
The motives of the rich are so corrupt and wily, clever and snakelike
Malignant people become rich and the innocent remain poor!
I Cry When The Poor Are Smited Hard
I Vow I Shall Always Remain Poor With Them
I Cry When The Sick Are Butchered and Drugged
Their Angels Are Ever Silently Watching By
I Want To Pray To Their Gaurdian Angels To Save Them
"Clover Meadows"
Clover Grows in some faraway meadow that I know not
Some memory fills me with the scents and hopes of Clover Meadows
Faraway, There are White Linen-Clad Youths eating in meadows green
The Grass so clean cannot be adulterated by an impure stain
The Sun shining its warmth into the Clover Meadow
Some Faraway Days I Shall See Another Garden
And Run, Run, Run From This Wretched City Grime!
Clover Meadows Fill My Dreams with longings of freedom
Clover Meadows
I Vow I Shall Always Remain Poor With Them
I Cry When The Sick Are Butchered and Drugged
Their Angels Are Ever Silently Watching By
I Want To Pray To Their Gaurdian Angels To Save Them
"Clover Meadows"
Clover Grows in some faraway meadow that I know not
Some memory fills me with the scents and hopes of Clover Meadows
Faraway, There are White Linen-Clad Youths eating in meadows green
The Grass so clean cannot be adulterated by an impure stain
The Sun shining its warmth into the Clover Meadow
Some Faraway Days I Shall See Another Garden
And Run, Run, Run From This Wretched City Grime!
Clover Meadows Fill My Dreams with longings of freedom
Clover Meadows
"I Tell Him That I Am In Love"
I Tell Him, My Father, That I Am In Love With Someone
It Makes Him Enraged To Know And He Hates Me
When You Are In Love Your Parents Abuse You
As Though To Smother This Love that Will not Be Denied
The Loved One Is A Horseshoe Hair Tufted Into a Snowdrift
A Sweet Little Pea One Has Tucked Safely Into One's Pod
Sleeping with full bellies, these children eat bread from misers' tables
But In Our Caressing, Entwined Bodies Lies the sweetness of Love
On Cold Nights and all the Year Round, I Tell Him I Am In Love
This War Of Motherhood to the helpless Fawn is bitterly fought
and sweetly won! I tell Him That I Am In Love With Someone.
The Fury Of Hell's Gasping Couldn't Quench the thirst of His Revenge!
And Again now he Comes, And Again, yet a little while, again
I look him square in his small ice-cold eyes and say "Have A Nice Day"
I Tell My Father That I Am In Love With Someone Forever
I Tell Him, My Father, That I Am In Love With Someone
It Makes Him Enraged To Know And He Hates Me
When You Are In Love Your Parents Abuse You
As Though To Smother This Love that Will not Be Denied
The Loved One Is A Horseshoe Hair Tufted Into a Snowdrift
A Sweet Little Pea One Has Tucked Safely Into One's Pod
Sleeping with full bellies, these children eat bread from misers' tables
But In Our Caressing, Entwined Bodies Lies the sweetness of Love
On Cold Nights and all the Year Round, I Tell Him I Am In Love
This War Of Motherhood to the helpless Fawn is bitterly fought
and sweetly won! I tell Him That I Am In Love With Someone.
The Fury Of Hell's Gasping Couldn't Quench the thirst of His Revenge!
And Again now he Comes, And Again, yet a little while, again
I look him square in his small ice-cold eyes and say "Have A Nice Day"
I Tell My Father That I Am In Love With Someone Forever
"Poverty"
In Poverty Are Simple Undying Truths
Death Passes on this Torch Of Being Good
The Poor are the kindest because money is cruelty
Well, then, that the rich people's Children eat well!
For, Though Good, The Poor Have Paltry Christmases!
Our Treasures, However, Are Awaiting Us In Heaven.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!
In Poverty Are Simple Undying Truths
Death Passes on this Torch Of Being Good
The Poor are the kindest because money is cruelty
Well, then, that the rich people's Children eat well!
For, Though Good, The Poor Have Paltry Christmases!
Our Treasures, However, Are Awaiting Us In Heaven.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!
Hearts Break Every Single Day
Dignity and Pride are Ripped Away
Tears Choke Throats With Knots of Pain
Unwept Tears So Painful To Let Loose
Yet Burgeoning To Free Themselves and Run
Like A Baby Needing To Be Born
My Tears Need To Be Shed, as I need to Sleep
Tears May Be The Only Way To Heal
Tears May Bridge The Gap Between the Future
Some Future, any future, what matters of a future
Only the pain of uncryable tears is being punched
in the heart and in the eyes, this inability to cry
To claim "I Exist" Is A Lonely Sentence of a life
To Claim it all one's lonely life, in words, is
To Press Forward Gently Yet Firmly past Pain
The Heart Breaks For The Dimness of the Future
And Shame For A Sinful and Utterly Rich Past
Poverty Chokes You When You Wants To Help Another
How Dare We Be So Kind and Yet So Poor
How Dare We Claim "I Exist" in Spite of Kings
How Dare We Seek To Stay Alive, even seek shelter?
Those who place their hearts in God are usually homeless
or dependent on their families, We are disabled
The Love Of God And The Love Of Virtue
Prevents The Downtrodden From Increasing any Gain
Why not be poor, when God is the Rich Thing The Rich Deny
Those That See and Know God Are So Often Homeless
The Poor Know Secret Truths The Rich are infuriated by!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
Dignity and Pride are Ripped Away
Tears Choke Throats With Knots of Pain
Unwept Tears So Painful To Let Loose
Yet Burgeoning To Free Themselves and Run
Like A Baby Needing To Be Born
My Tears Need To Be Shed, as I need to Sleep
Tears May Be The Only Way To Heal
Tears May Bridge The Gap Between the Future
Some Future, any future, what matters of a future
Only the pain of uncryable tears is being punched
in the heart and in the eyes, this inability to cry
To claim "I Exist" Is A Lonely Sentence of a life
To Claim it all one's lonely life, in words, is
To Press Forward Gently Yet Firmly past Pain
The Heart Breaks For The Dimness of the Future
And Shame For A Sinful and Utterly Rich Past
Poverty Chokes You When You Wants To Help Another
How Dare We Be So Kind and Yet So Poor
How Dare We Claim "I Exist" in Spite of Kings
How Dare We Seek To Stay Alive, even seek shelter?
Those who place their hearts in God are usually homeless
or dependent on their families, We are disabled
The Love Of God And The Love Of Virtue
Prevents The Downtrodden From Increasing any Gain
Why not be poor, when God is the Rich Thing The Rich Deny
Those That See and Know God Are So Often Homeless
The Poor Know Secret Truths The Rich are infuriated by!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Tears are clotted in the fists of Pain
Denied is my longing to sing of joy
Wishing for an end to loneliness
Enduring year after year, he gets drunk
Perhaps Drugged, You Pass Out At A Bar
A Pleasant Dream of a grassy meadow
in summer sunshine with you, is ripped ajar
when you awaken abruptly, in a bar
not safe and sleeping in your little warm bed
never wanting to leave home again
One feels impossibly small in this identity
As though forgotten by all the world and time
As A Nobody, One Can Enjoy A Pleasant Life!
Denied is my longing to sing of joy
Wishing for an end to loneliness
Enduring year after year, he gets drunk
Perhaps Drugged, You Pass Out At A Bar
A Pleasant Dream of a grassy meadow
in summer sunshine with you, is ripped ajar
when you awaken abruptly, in a bar
not safe and sleeping in your little warm bed
never wanting to leave home again
One feels impossibly small in this identity
As though forgotten by all the world and time
As A Nobody, One Can Enjoy A Pleasant Life!
"Winter"
Still Calm Cold Winter Night
Stars Overhead Like Angels In Heaven
Gently Beating Warm Heart
Tucked Inside a Flannel Jacket
A Broken But A Comforted Heart
Long Days Spent Alone in Silent Rooms
Music Breaking the Silence like jagged dice
attitude overwhelms the conscience compells
the furniture cheap and temporary
On all the walls a blanket of paintings
Days spent quietly alone are pleasant
Thoughts trickling forth from an inner spring
Pouring forth rushing dreams like sad children
that cry at not having christmas presents
christmas is painful for the poor people
rich people are not in want but for the heart
often the poorest are the most generous of all!
Still Calm Cold Winter Night
Stars Overhead Like Angels In Heaven
Gently Beating Warm Heart
Tucked Inside a Flannel Jacket
A Broken But A Comforted Heart
Long Days Spent Alone in Silent Rooms
Music Breaking the Silence like jagged dice
attitude overwhelms the conscience compells
the furniture cheap and temporary
On all the walls a blanket of paintings
Days spent quietly alone are pleasant
Thoughts trickling forth from an inner spring
Pouring forth rushing dreams like sad children
that cry at not having christmas presents
christmas is painful for the poor people
rich people are not in want but for the heart
often the poorest are the most generous of all!
Comforting Mugs Of Fresh Hot Steeped Tea
Clasped Gratefully within the fingertips,
this is an essential feature of the basic
civilised daily life in the home.
Daily Chores of a wife are a simple duty
Paper Flowers grace little vases
all over the house and china dolls
are nestled safely amongst nutcrackers,
horses on two legs, porcelain roses
angels and elephants and sailing ships
ever embarking eastward, towards the
sunrise. Hot Tea Restoreth Sanity.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!
Clasped Gratefully within the fingertips,
this is an essential feature of the basic
civilised daily life in the home.
Daily Chores of a wife are a simple duty
Paper Flowers grace little vases
all over the house and china dolls
are nestled safely amongst nutcrackers,
horses on two legs, porcelain roses
angels and elephants and sailing ships
ever embarking eastward, towards the
sunrise. Hot Tea Restoreth Sanity.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!
"These Eyes"
We Protect The Ones We Love Most The Most
Ever Vigilant, Ever Testing, These Eyes
Will See Through Darkness To The Reality Beyond
Into a better future a Hope itself into Hope
These Eyes Will See You Reign England
These Eyes Are The Statue Of Liberty In NYC
These Eyes Protect, Serve, Honor, And Love
Thee
Forever/
We Protect The Ones We Love Most The Most
Ever Vigilant, Ever Testing, These Eyes
Will See Through Darkness To The Reality Beyond
Into a better future a Hope itself into Hope
These Eyes Will See You Reign England
These Eyes Are The Statue Of Liberty In NYC
These Eyes Protect, Serve, Honor, And Love
Thee
Forever/
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
"There Is A Mother Worrying"
There Is A Mother Worrying about Christmas
There Is A Mother worrying whether she is a freak
There is a mother who cannot remember her childhood
There is a mother who cannot have children but has her husband
There is someone who leans on Jesus like a crutch
There is someone who is too sick too leave the house much
There is someone who misses her husband and feels misunderstood
There is someone who believes in compassion
There is a mother worrying about her son and husband all day every day
There is someone who believes in God and tries to do the right thing
There is someone afraid of darkness in windowless rooms
There is someone who is afraid, someone who is forever praying to Jesus
There is someone who needs a hug and all the comforts there are
There is someone lonely who needs medicine
There is a mother Worrying
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen!////
There Is A Mother Worrying about Christmas
There Is A Mother worrying whether she is a freak
There is a mother who cannot remember her childhood
There is a mother who cannot have children but has her husband
There is someone who leans on Jesus like a crutch
There is someone who is too sick too leave the house much
There is someone who misses her husband and feels misunderstood
There is someone who believes in compassion
There is a mother worrying about her son and husband all day every day
There is someone who believes in God and tries to do the right thing
There is someone afraid of darkness in windowless rooms
There is someone who is afraid, someone who is forever praying to Jesus
There is someone who needs a hug and all the comforts there are
There is someone lonely who needs medicine
There is a mother Worrying
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen!////
"Soft Blanket"
Did You ever wish Jesus would wrap you up safe
In a soft warm blanket and play you a lullaby forever?
Did you ever realise you're getting old, and grey hairs
are soon to come? That You had Already Set Your Main Stones,
That your life was living happily ever after, that
you were too old to be sick anymore, that endless comfort
is all you ever wanted, did you never want to leave your house?
Did you ever want jesus to wrap a soft warm snuggly blanket
around me, where I can cry and feel all the pain and emotion of age?
I am getting old, Jesus, too old for torment too old to have children
I am getting old i just want a comfortable little cozy home i can stay in
the sooner i get the nice things for my home, the sooner i can rest satisfied
mothers are thus--they, we, are homemakers, we make the home good
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen
Did You ever wish Jesus would wrap you up safe
In a soft warm blanket and play you a lullaby forever?
Did you ever realise you're getting old, and grey hairs
are soon to come? That You had Already Set Your Main Stones,
That your life was living happily ever after, that
you were too old to be sick anymore, that endless comfort
is all you ever wanted, did you never want to leave your house?
Did you ever want jesus to wrap a soft warm snuggly blanket
around me, where I can cry and feel all the pain and emotion of age?
I am getting old, Jesus, too old for torment too old to have children
I am getting old i just want a comfortable little cozy home i can stay in
the sooner i get the nice things for my home, the sooner i can rest satisfied
mothers are thus--they, we, are homemakers, we make the home good
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen
Monday, December 5, 2016
"True Happiness"
The Only True Happiness is when
The One You Love Loves You In Return
And Not For Your Makeup, nor hair, nor clothes
But Your raw independence and grit, willpower, faith
the toughness in you that you can't hide anymore
you go one way or you go the other. God Blessed Me
God Blessed Me With Theodore, because He Doesn't Care
What I Look Like or How Crazy I am, He Just Adores me
He Just wants to hold me for eternity. the things that i hate about myself
are some of his favorite things about me. My coolness, my toughness
Resiliency and overcoming, being a soldier loyal to no one
Strength of heart and bare naked face, hair back in a tight bun
These Are The Things He is irrepressibly drawn to in me.
He Love me for my independent, free spirit, my courage,
He Loves my intellect. The things he admires in me
are things that make sadistic egotistical men furious.
And I belong only to Theodore! No Other. We are
Truly in love, for all the right reasons. I love my mate more
Than I ever conceived that it would be possible to love him.
He loves me even though I'm Ugly and Crazy!
He Loves me for Me!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
The Only True Happiness is when
The One You Love Loves You In Return
And Not For Your Makeup, nor hair, nor clothes
But Your raw independence and grit, willpower, faith
the toughness in you that you can't hide anymore
you go one way or you go the other. God Blessed Me
God Blessed Me With Theodore, because He Doesn't Care
What I Look Like or How Crazy I am, He Just Adores me
He Just wants to hold me for eternity. the things that i hate about myself
are some of his favorite things about me. My coolness, my toughness
Resiliency and overcoming, being a soldier loyal to no one
Strength of heart and bare naked face, hair back in a tight bun
These Are The Things He is irrepressibly drawn to in me.
He Love me for my independent, free spirit, my courage,
He Loves my intellect. The things he admires in me
are things that make sadistic egotistical men furious.
And I belong only to Theodore! No Other. We are
Truly in love, for all the right reasons. I love my mate more
Than I ever conceived that it would be possible to love him.
He loves me even though I'm Ugly and Crazy!
He Loves me for Me!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
"Mothers are Wonderful"
Mothers Make Christmases Merry
If It Weren't For All Of Us Mothers, Then
Christmas Wouldn't Be Such A Merry Thing!
Give Thanks To God For The Mothers In Your Life
They Create Some OF Your Most Tender-Held Memories
They Are The One You Can Always, Always Run To
Whether You Broks Something Or Skinned Your Knee
A Mother's Love Is A Wonderful Blessing For Anyone
If You Have a mother, give thanks to God, because
The only reason bad things happen to people is that
They don't have mothers to Protect Them From All Harm!
They don't ask themselves "What would My Mother Say?"
If they did, bad things probably wouldn't happen to anyone
Mothers are Wonderful!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
Mothers Make Christmases Merry
If It Weren't For All Of Us Mothers, Then
Christmas Wouldn't Be Such A Merry Thing!
Give Thanks To God For The Mothers In Your Life
They Create Some OF Your Most Tender-Held Memories
They Are The One You Can Always, Always Run To
Whether You Broks Something Or Skinned Your Knee
A Mother's Love Is A Wonderful Blessing For Anyone
If You Have a mother, give thanks to God, because
The only reason bad things happen to people is that
They don't have mothers to Protect Them From All Harm!
They don't ask themselves "What would My Mother Say?"
If they did, bad things probably wouldn't happen to anyone
Mothers are Wonderful!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////
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