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I do what I do
because of what
I do not do.
Why do I not do it?

I know what to do.
I even used to.
It's easy for me or you.
Why do we not do it?

So many don't.
Just because they wont.
Tho they know they should.
Why do they not do it?

Hardships are always there
Life sure is not fair.
There is a better way.
You can start today.

There are many who
Know just what to do.
They do not fool around.
They just do it.

We prefer our own way.
Ignoring God day by day.
Following our own self will
Often all for a thrill.

We need to make a change.
Doing this is not strange.
Simply do what is right.
With yourself you have to fight.

There is One above,
Who offers you His love.
He offers all you need.
His Words we seldom heed.

Getting down on our knees,
Sending up our humble pleas.
This is what we need to do.
And you know this is true.

Serving God is a pleasure.
Greater than any treasure.
Obedience is the key.
Just try and you will see.

He wrote us a letter.
So life can be better.
His instructions we should read
All His rules we should heed.

JESUS loves even you!

LIFE IS MORE THAN A DREAM
A PASSING PHASE IN OUR JOURNEY TO A WORLD OF NO FLESH;
LIVE IT:
NOT JUST WITH FRIENDS;
LIVE IT:
WITH A TRUE FRIEND: WHO WILL STAND BY YOU WHEN THE STORMS COME RAGING;
LIVE IT:
TO MAKE IT A VIRTUE THAN OF VICES;
LIVE IT:
WITH A SOUL MATE THAT BRINGS YOU EACH DAY, ONE STEP CLOSER TO YOUR DESTINY; LIVE IT:
KNOWING THAT, YOUR TOMORROW IS THE PRODUCT OF YOUR TODAY;
LIVE IT:
KNOWING THAT,YOU CAN ONLY IF, YOU DARE TO THINK;
LIVE IT:
KNOWING THAT, WHAT YOU THINK , IS WHAT YOU ARE;
LIVE IT TO THE FULLEST:
ONLY KNOWING THAT, YOU CAN BE ABLE TO SEE BEYOND THE VEIL OF YOUR SHADOW PAST, TO CARVE FOR YOURSELF AN IMAGE A LITTLE, JUST A LITTLE, BELOW GOD!

Our ANZACS went through hell to bring peace back to our earth
Some survived and some died
To fight for peace for all it’s worth
We are one yet we are many we fight battles everyday
But keeping alive the spirit
Of what they fought for is the way
Yes today they are remembered just like it should be done
My Great Uncle Stanley
Did not come back but they all won
So I remember that this day is very close to me
And just like many others
They died so that we could become free.

i saw today a reflection of me
a person i didn't want to be
no smile allowed or did engage
the air was dead a wordless page
i felt the tension in the air
i could not cut it with my stare
with painful eyes i looked away
i did not want to tarnish my day
but somewhere deep where thoughts procure
i felt a guilt i resolved to endure
for at times i close the door
to others i seem to ignore
it's not because i choose to retract
more because the way they act
and i pull that shell up over me
to shut out the world and its possibility.........

There's nothing out there but wilderness
Don't shoot your arm
You'll do yourself harm
Don't snort it
You might snuff it
There's nothing out thee but wilderness
Hold onto love
Like a dove
Don't run around like a clown
You might not get down
There's nothing out there but wilderness
Hold onto your honey
Like your money
Don't live life tight
Live life right
Cause there's nothing out there but wilderness.

BRINGS TO ME A GREAT SIGN, OF YEARS GONE BY, AND THE LOVING MOMENTS, FROZEN IN TIME! THE JOY YOU BROUGHT TO ME; I CAN NEVER RELATE TO ANOTHER; FOR THE LOVE WE HAD FOR EACH OTHER; NO ONE CAN EVER DUPLICATE! IT WILL TAKE SOME TIME, BUT I'M WILLING TO WAIT; TO SEE MY FURRY VALENTINE; AT KITTY HEAVEN'S GATE!

Would you like to hear a song
I just finished it today
It is such a lovely song
Grab a chair while I play

It's been hidden for a while
Waiting shrouded in a haze
It may even help you smile
When entangled in a maze

It won't hit you like a gong
In a land of broken deals
Where they sell you for a song
In the name of empty thrills

It won't send you running wild
Trying each and every way
It will soothe your inner child
And is mild for every day

Would you like to hear my song
It will help you win the race
It will keep you going strong
'Til you reach a better place

Would you like to hear this song.

What you think, what you dream,
Even a tranquil mountain stream.
What other people have to say
Or describe the type of day.

Something to make someone smile,
Or cause them to ponder a while.
It can be about what you see,
Or a great deep blue sea.

How you feel, when a bird may sing,
Yo can write about anything.
It can be fact or fiction.
In what you write there's no restriction.

Everyone has something to say.
For your words some may pay.
Write a story for a child.
Or an animal in the wild.

When you have nothing to do
Grab a pen, write about you.
Fancy words you do not need.
Anything you write someone will read.

I came from heat were the summer is no treat
Stepped off the plane and froze my feet
Just getting to a warm place to eat
Felt like forever, put me back in the heat
I finally got warm no clothing was torn
A tear was a dare even my socks over my feet
The cold was like thorns removing all the heat
I must walk my dogs in this cold without heat
Along came a dutch girl looking like she was warm
How can it be so cold and she doesn't feel a thorn
She was walking so warm and very cozy almost hot
Like slow motion she moved, scarf swaying I must stop
That day I learned something and I grew a great grin
It can look like it's cold even feel like it too
It's really not true the cold isn't in you
When I arrived at my home I'd told what I'd seen
And I still tell that story to all it could mean
The cold is not a friend but to me it's not mean
I become like that dutch girl the heat won't beckon me

Live in Holland and enjoy it.

Was it so long a Time ago?...Heh..Dont ask me I dont know...I found myself departing before I ever even arrived on the Scene
The Sun happened to be out that Day as a Beginning of and Ending had run its course
The Heat of the Sun...And the warmth of its Breeze...Is all you will ever get for Free
But have you ever stopped and understood just what you have had all along?
All those long distance Stories..Oh the feeling and Glory
And now there it is all in pieces spread out on the ground
The Sand in the Hour Glass keeps sifting through your Time
Nobody wants to let go of the only thing that they have
But is all of this just a feeling and thought in our Time?
What is there to see on the far side of the Hill?..If theres anything there at all.....Is a feeling just a feeling or is it a Warning?.......Look at all those Pictures..all the happiness..the Smiles...But are they really real?..For after all the reason for most of those Pictures is to find that reason to Smile....so..as you can see ..we as Humans werent born to be alone....but here we all are..Smiling and putting on a Show...But does anybody know what happens when the spotlights go off and the Curtains come down?
The reality sets in and your world comes crashing down upon you all over again....But for most of us the Show will go on once more..With a new Idea to keep our selves up there in the Lime Light....For in the end One must leave their Home for Two to become One....So what are we really doing?..Does anybody really know.."Eight Seasons in the Sun"..."As the Skies start to grow Dark".....So..."Is it the End of a Beginning?"..."Or a Beginning of an End?".."Its left for you to decide which is real and which is an Illusion"........