Surrender to.all.my Faults
Surrender to all my Faults Life is like a jungle You just never know who you'll meet I'm.a lier a murder and a cheat I wonder what people will think I.murdered little children With tiny little feet I.dont ask for your pardon Just to.liste
To Find What's Left
* I'm not religious, in the least (hardly). I merely feel the Energy must dissipate somewhere when we "die".
To the Wife and Girlfriend Bashers
* I have zero respect for any "man" who uses violence against a woman...
Australia: Race Relations
* The main deity in Aboriginal mythology ** 21st Prime Minister of Australia (1972 - 1975) *** A symbolic gesture giving the Aboriginal people "back" their land and the start of the modern "land rights" movement **** I wish to acknowledge, and pay my respects, to the traditional custodians, of this land, the Aboriginals. I also pay my respects, to Aboriginal Elders, past, present, and emerging.
DARKNESS TO LIGHT
4/9/2023: Another Easter has arrived and he has given this World so many chances. Will we have one more year of chances? Orig. message: Recently saw the movie "Risen" and it inspired me to write this poem. I usually like to write something light and more about nature. However, Palm Sunday - Good Friday - and Easter are coming up and I wanted to do something in honor of all the suffering my Lord and Savior went through and just how big a deal it was for all of Mankind. Thank you for reading even if it wasn't quite your cup of tea.
Regeneration!
There’s a sadness in being, a sadness in seeing Our creation decline, Twas not your vision nor twas not mine, But we will begin again as we have before, And once again, hope for more.
NEW?
So, imagination IS creation, I imagined you, you imagined me and that is what we see, Simple at first, but complex over eternity!, constant imagination creates complication, And now, we find ourselves HERE, in constant fear, of life and new creat
The young!
The young, what can you say? naive and innocent, and damm frustrating, no sense of life, always rushing in, and they know it all, until they fall, and then they ask for assistance, they show (this time) no resistance, so we help them up, (again) and
I am a sinner
My prayers
Ice cream, just ice cream
it is about now.
Time to reflect.
Desist! resist! for we dare not fall into this wayward quest, hearts broken in foolish folly, love scorned as life persists and all for what?, tis better to be than not to be, to find ourselves and not misery, so, friend or foe it matter not, for whe
WORDS....
Friend...lover or foe....
Forgive and forget...
Just saying...
for a beautiful world
its a worried world because of corona virus .everybody locked down to live alone.
RE: ~~~Hidden Angel Wings~~~
sooo love you poem breathless and being big fan of angels and fairy the picture of the wings opened the mind to you view`s as i read them a second time thank you for such great poetry...
RE: the way we move
Sounds like fun! Ggod piece, koalamarie. CJ...
RE: Sunday Morning Song
Your visits are always appreciated Mr Jesse! Ken...
RE: Dream ship
beautifulyou.. Amen sister. You make me wanna sing a psalm. You do have money for my collection right?...
RE: Look back on love.
Happygolucky, Thank you, and yes you are absolutely correct, the moment in time was mine and sweeter for th experience, Phil...
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