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!
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