We will even lose an hour this weekend
And that doesn’t even bother me
As feeling the way I do these days
Assures me I’m right where I need to be.

            But someone took you in.

            Brought you into their home,

            A home without sin.

            A blessing to a family,

            The family that took you in.

            This is not a favor they are doing for you,

            But because their blessings are too few.

            Your mother didn’t love you,

            But a family took you in.

            To only give you a great life,

            A great life without sin.

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For your time

Please do read

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Please do comment

Thanks

Boldness pays

Weakness betrays

Do as you wish

Let the etiquette guys

Be damned

They aren’t worth anything

But they all are a total sham

My Regards

Extempore

So please excuse

Delete it

If you wish to.

How don’t ask me

I don’t that yet know

Please ask Triond.

Looking to taste the forbidden fruit.

Ecstasy wrapped their minds in delight

Forgetting soon all boundaries good.

Honey and sweetness erased from their lips

Satiated were their naked bodies,

Feelings of wrong invaded their souls

The moon had lost its shine and glory.

Shame grew reflected deep in their eyes,

Green turned to moss,

Red turned to rust,

Paradise lost, that day something died.

If they could erase the moment of sin,

They would go back and make it all right,

Never too late for forgiveness, ask,

Hoping one day to gain it all back.

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Life After Death

There is no life after death

Have you ever seen a dead rat?

Come alive again?

There is no transformation of souls either

There are more births than deaths

 Did you not know that as yet?

 So give credit to the Human mind

 Each soul has to a new garb find

And then we continue

To ourselves remind

 God has been so very kind.

Yes he has been

If he had known better

Life and death

Would have equalled in measure

But alas we have to alone face disaster

In Haiti and Chile so many died

We all cried

Yet they alone

Have to look after

That’s what Gods message is

For you

Help your self and start life

Afresh anew,

Will you?

“Snitchy” was the word he used
To terrorise the clan,
And witchery was what he used
This foul, sub-human man.

“Cleddy-cled,” the madman said
Using his evil words of power,
“Cleddy-clonks for Philly-Bonks,”
The words that made them cower.

Witchy words pervaded the lives
Of four people with no power,
Controlled by an evil djin
Who made his victims cower.

“Snitching into the Kitchen,”
They heard the madman say,
And feverishly they scurried off
As he frightened them away.

“Snitchy Cled,” he often said
Delighting in his victims’ fear,
The lost four cowering in terror
As they heard the madman near.

The witching hour was e’er at hand
When in Hell House they did reside,
When terror stalked their lost lives
Since hope and love had died.

“Hangman’s noose for Possy Woss,”
The raving maniac wrote,
Then left his missive on the kitchen floor
That foul, abusive note.

But Possy could not read the note
No the note she could not heed,
So Niecy, Bokky, and Dorothy
Packed up and ran away in fear.

So witchery is now just a dream
A nightmare from that evil time,
Subjected to such foul abuse
By a creature with an evil mind.

I know times are bad
But you have to stay strong

Win the fight
You’ll be alright
You will move on

So you cant have what you want
You got what you need
A shoulder, an ear
You got a friend in He

He’ll give you words to read
Pat you on the back
Wipe your tears when you cry
He can be a friend like that

Bad times are short
Keep your eye to the sky
One day you’re down
Next day you’re up so high

So cheer up friend
Do something you probably haven’t done in a while

Lift your head
Think of all the good in your life
Thank God and smile

As I sit across life from her

I feel her

She looks at me

She smiles at me

Making me feel like a work of artistry

She reads me like a book that is the color of water

I try not to let her know it but,

I feel her

Not looking back at her

I know her eyes study me

Wanting to be tested

They know all there is to know about me

Scanning me like a bar code

Recognizing my everything

I feel her

I wonder if she knows

I think at times that,

Maybe I should tell her

Not wanting it to stop

I change that thought and just let her

I can’t fight it

I feel her and

I must admit I do like it

His spirit is truth
Creating in us pure hearts of praise
Allowing us the integrity of confession
In which we shall be saved

His spirit is…
Rest
Peace
Protection for us all
Questioning the world with
If we be full of Him, 
Who shall make us fall?

His spirit is strength
Strength that has been,
Strength that is now and from now on
Carrying us through it all

His spirit is….

Life…
For who so ever will
For who so ever may
Speak upon His name and call

my heart is ice from fear.

I take one moment,

hesitate, breathe.

I squeeze.

Then comes that one final flash.

I have ended this maze,

this maze that we call life.