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Had me a dream once, my vocation it surely was...
To put a smile on children's faces, a just and worthy cause

To you, God, I asked to make this dream come true
And if it be granted, then my promise was to keep my faith in you

You thought about it long and hard with a scare or two along the way
But you came good in the end, to my surprise I have to say

So here I am working with God's Angel's, in one form or another
Smiles on their faces as well as mine, saving them from harm, pain, neglect and any other

This dream you granted was more than I could ask
Instead you gifted me with another wonderous task

You gave me the power to write childrens story books, illustrations and happy stories to read them....to fall asleep with smiles on their faces, and for this, and to you, I'll say Amen.....

My journey continues, and how blessed am I, to have been given my vocation, not once but twice....So my promise is kept, my faith remains it seem's.....your gift to me is priceless and gratefully recieved.....

I had me a dream....

It is a beautiful desire inside
It is a day that shined by the light
Like a love at the first sight
Like million stars in the cloudy night
A hope is a morning waiting for the sunrise
A hope is a night waiting for the moonlight
A hope is a winter waiting for summer
A hope will never die will live forever
In a life heart in a life mind in a life soul
Till the time is tired to spin around

"Out and about in town on a selfish shopping spree"
I noticed you were sat in a doorway, cold, homeless and ever so hungry

"I stood and watched as you were ignored,
people walking straight by, avoiding eye contact'

"Your hair was matted, with grubby clothes, and dirty fingernails"
the dullness of your eyes, and tear stained face, you were crying out for help, your tired body screaming to be embraced

"Feelings of guilt had overtaken me, look at you, and look at me, out and about on my self indulgent shopping spree"

"Approaching you I crouched to my knees in front of you, I took your fragile hand and gently raised you to your feet

"I walked you to a nearby diner, a place where you can be warm, a place where you could choose all that you wanted to eat

"You had a full English, and big mug of hot tea, I had a black coffee as I watched you eating hungrily and hastily "

"You were silent throughout, never speaking or questioning me, you gaurded your food so greedily and protectively"

"I drove you to my mother's house who never turned a soul away, 'look after her mother' I said, while I shop her some clothing, I'll be back later
to see how she's doing"

"On my return my mother greeted me, Tis an angel you found my son, go in and look at her...I walked in the living room and there you were sat, bathed and clean, hair long and golden, and with eyes of blue, I stood there stunned I could not take my eyes of you"

"There at my mother's you remained, for 2 years she cared for you, easing your suffering and ridding ou of your pain"

"Good friends we remain until this day, you built a life for yourself now..with a place of your own, and a good job too..often we get together and you recall that day, when I rescued you and altered your path in so many way's".

I like old ladies hour..
they put the world right,
in front of a cup of tea,
and some pastries..
outside,weather is fine,
in their heart,
always some drops..
they talk over absents,
and eternal return..
they smell hospital,
and wilthered flowers..
I like old ladies hour,
they chat so gently..
their lips,
tell book of history,
and morals..
growing like plants,
are grand children,
and medic's always more expensive,
my dear..
they have green and blues umbrellas,
old ladies..
grey and blacks dresses,
memory a life..
mauve scarfs,
speaking of the one,
already gone..
old ladies,laugh,
with a broken glass little sound..
old ladies finish their tea,
setting off again,
like kind godmothers..
perched on the evoked old dreams broom,
they fly away,
to their castles of loneliness..

Among the lilly
pads I sit
I am being watched
carefully..
So many of us
in this pond
I stay to myself
I do not splash
around to much
I try not to eat
more than my
share of flys
At least.. not yet
I do not over
extend my tongue
Why is everybody
so Green?
It must be envy..
Fools!
Look at them!
Their buldging
eyes riveted
to my little
corner of the
pond
Hey..This is
what I do..
I am a trend
setter..
I did not choose
myself..
I was brought
into this pond
to make ripples
And ripples my
friend..I shall
make..
For I..am the
Purple Frog~

To dream, now there’s a thing!
To, let your imagination free,
Let it take flight,
Like a bird on the wing.
To, reach for that star,
Hope beyond all reasonable hope,
Hold in your hand, that which is unattainable,
Or, is that a wish too far?
Be the one who dares to dream
Who dares to soar on the storm,
Dares to reach for the stars,
And, things will not be as impossible as they seem.

What if trees were really angels
with wings disquised as leaves
What if the wind was the breath
of a promise cloked as an earthly
breeze
What if sunshine was the father
of smiles lighting our path to
love
What if wise owls drank the moonlight
then soared to stars above
What if the gift of imagination came
from black pearls in the sea
What if stardust grew on apples
and spoke sweet words to me
What if all these things combined
were found in a golden dove
What if the beauty of them all
couldn't match eternal love~

Ego is the flower on
a dead mans grave
Ego took the bullet
from the unasumming
brave
Ego struts high, much
higher than most
But the lowliest of
the low put an end to
that boast~

to care and to caress
to want and to be wanted
to help and to be helped
to count and to be counted

to wake and to awaken
to feel and to be feeling
to praise and be praised
to heal and to be healing

to see and to be seen
to hear and to be heard
to touch and to be touched
to prefer and be preferred

to bless and to be blessed
to live and to enliven
to love and to be loved
to give and to be given

to lead and to be lead
to show and to be shown
to feed and to be fed
to know and to be known

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-27

i painted a picture perfect for you
what a picture no yellow black or blue
but a beautiful picture it was of you
crimson and dust and ember too
what a lovely picture i painted for you