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Memories drift ashore in the tide
Coming back, washing up again
Much is cast out and tries to hide
But seldom are they taken then

Clogging deepest consciousness
A clutter of conflicting emotion
Beware unhealthy anxiousness
Remove such inner commotion

A lonely walk with silent feelings
Bare feet footsteps and naked soul
Feeling like a whale a’ breaching
Unsure what’s blowing out the hole

All thoughts are created energy
So seek to create and not destroy
Be mighty careful of each boundary
Remembering life is to enjoy

Daddy you have gone,
Left mamma and me all alone.
You went across a mighty sea,
With all your company.
Daddy I do pray for you,
That you shall all come through.
In safety to come home,
We Love you Daddy we feel alone.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy you walked so sadly away,
I did cry when you could not see.
You went off to fight for liberty,
So that people they could be free.
Oh daddy I'm crying once again,
I promise to stop but only when.
You come walking through our front door,
My heart shall return forever more.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

Daddy I am so proud of you,
You're so brave to do what you do.
Fight so bravely to the stars and stripes be true,
All come back my daddy especially you.
Daddy all I ask Is that you be a soldier brave,
Please don't stay In some strange land within a grave.
Come home soon to mamma and me,
Once you give these strangers liberty.

Together shall we watch the eagle fly?
Shall It make lazy circles In the sky?
You told me as long as the eagle does fly high,
Our America shall never die.

With the stars and stripes to lead you on,
May your hearts be staunch and strong.
Marching ever onward strong and proud,
The country behind you one heart beating loud.
Our hopes are with you every single day,
All you brave soldiers straight Into the fray.
Onward ever onward no retreat,
Sons and daughters of the eagle come back with victory or defeat

Come home soon all of you, especially you daddy.
I Love you.
Mamma sends her Love too.
Bye Daddy.

He always wanted to explain things
But no one cared.
So he drew.
Sometimes he would draw
and it wasn't anything.
He wanted to carve it in stone
or write it in the sky,
and it would be only him and the sky and
the things inside him that needed saying.
It was after that that he drew the picture.
It was a beautiful picture.
He kept it hidden under his pillow
and would let no one see it.
He would look at it every night
and think about it.
When it was dark and his eyes were closed,
he could still see it.
When he started school,
he brought it with him,
not to show anyone,
just to have it along like a friend.
It was funny about school.
He sat at a square, brown desk,
like all the other square, brown desks.
He thought it should be red.
And his room was a square, brown room,
like all the other rooms.
It was tight and close and stiff.
He hated to hold the pencil and chalk,
his arms stiff, his feet flat on the floor.
Stiff,
the teacher watching and waiting.
The teacher came and spoke to him.
She told him to wear a tie
like all the other boys.
He said he didn't like them.
She said it didn't matter.
After that they drew.
He drew all yellow.
It was the way he felt about morning,
and it was beautiful.
The teacher came and smiled at him.
"What's this?" she said, "Why don't you
draw something like Ken's drawing?
Isn't that beautiful?"
After that, his mother bought him a tie,
and he always drew airplanes and rocketships
like everyone else.
And he threw the old picture away.
And when he lay alone looking at the sky,
it was big and blue and all of everything,
but he wasn't anymore.
He was square inside and brown,
and his hands were stiff.
he was like everyone else.
The things that needed saying
didn't need it anymore.
It had stopped pushing.
It was crushed.
Stiff,
Like everything else.

Jack Frost decorates the woodlands each year,
For traditional festive history,
In shades of silver and twinkling white,
His reasons steeped in mystery,
Shiny spider webs like garlands of lace,
Adorn the churchyard fence,
A place fit to welcome our baby King,
Or for souls seeking recompense,
I tracked his footprints in the white crunchy field,
Until strangely further on there were none,
He must have vanished with the onset of dawn,
And the unbearable warmth of the sun,
He showed his anger in the hungry birds,
In the leaves that darkened the skies,
Yet they defied him dancing in the wind,
While falling to a watery demise,
His breath I felt ...that icy breeze,
In this snowy Winter dream,
As I stumbled and slipped on the frozen pond,
I heard his giggles in the gurgling stream,
Tip toeing home now to light the fire,
I'm sure Jack gloats with glee,
I did'nt find him in person today,
But I'm frozen...he surely found me.

looking into
the mirror
one dazzling reflection
looking through
the keyhole
a treasure gem

fluttering lashes
growing wings
touches deeply
jewels of the soul
when you first touched
this heart

pulsating skips
floating butterflies
as feelings
began dancing
emotions bursting within
popping beautiful

sparkling beauty smiles
shining in the eyes
lips blushing
savoring hot fire
desiring kisses
passionately
one heart and soul
falling into
light of love

deliverance of my strength
rising up to the melody
of my weakness
confidence and robust trust
with you I am melted
reduced to the submission
of my indomitable will
relentlessly yet yielding
into the claws of your dominance

impaired and restrained
I am swimming
in the wilderness of obscurity
with the intensity of abominable
and injurious apathy
I am, for once, dwindling
in the plight of the wind
dignity and pride escape me
but not losing sight
of the last drop of hope
I will hang unto

and as the seagulls
fly over me one more time
halfway buried
in the arid heat of the sand
as their eyes pierce me
with disdain and contempt
advancing towards my harmed
and languid body
I will not laugh, nor will I cry
but stand on my last ounce of force
shout back...

"is this all you've got?"

and while bleeding halfway to death
I will not give up!!

I will gather back all my strength
and with my fist curled up to the sky
believing one last time-

this is my one and only life..
only me can save me
from my own self destruct
and with the choirs of the angels
I rise up
with my will intact
never to lose this battle
I will fight back

because...

my strength is unbroken
my hope is unyielding
my love is forgiving
and I...am still standing
fighting, with all my strength
until my last breath is charged

there is no other way.

people pottery

kindness is a cup
love the wine preserved
from centuries

hands pour the wine
of love into your cup
people made of clay

God pours the wine
divine into the soul
life is imparted
to quench
to satisfy
day by day

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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 5:40 PM WET

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Comments

agoodguy2have suffolk, Virginia USA
Sun Jul 18, 2010 12:32 AM WET
serpico12: we all are molded by our beliefs, thank you for sharing yours. ;-)

Happygolucky4u Treasure Coast, Florida USA
Sun Jul 18, 2010 2:03 AM WET
I really liked that. "Kindness is a cup" What a nice thought.

sophiasummer auckland, Auckland New Zealand
Sun Jul 18, 2010 12:05 PM WET
"people pottery"
pottery people
wine
Darts of pleasure.....
as they stand still
amongst you

Lovely to have you here.

write as, YOU feel.
SS

Profile Deleted
Sun Jan 23, 2011 1:07 PM WET
thanks goodguy, yes we all are shaped by what we believe..glad to share it and get your response thanks..
hi happy...thanks for your kind comments, much appreciated..thanks..
thanks sophia for your comments here, appreciated..

apologies for to all of you as i did not reply to many of these...started doing that later...thank you all again.

Coal clinking of the tides
tiny bells along the reef
shoals
glass deep
plunge deep
black deep refuge

Cut cord sail
wind spit
salt lash howl
rolling lantern in the light storm

God created the world in six 24 hour days
Then on the Sunday he rested
Then God caught Adam and Eve eating apples
And he threw them out of the garden of Eden
Then Cain killed Abel because God likes lamb chops more than broccoli
Then Noah road on an ark with two of each animal
Everyone else drowned because they were wicked
Then Moses freed the slaves, parted the Red Sea
And got the 10 Commandments
Later on in a town called Sodam and Gomorrah
They anally raped strangers to death and wanted to rape angels too
So God destroyed them and turned Lot's wife into a pillar of salt
David then killed Goliath with a slingshot
Jonah gets swallowed by a whale and lives inside it for a few days
The devil bets God Job will stop praising him
If God kills off his servants, family, and livestock
God proves Satan wrong and gives Job back his abundance
Jesus is born in a stable
Because in olden times you couldn't make reservations
Mary and Joesph take Jesus to Egypt
Because King Herod would have Jesus killed if they stayed
Thirty years later we find Jesus performing miracles
Turning water into wine
Healing the sick, blind, lepers, bring dead people to life
Walking on water
Turning a few fishes and loaves into many more fishes and loaves
Driving out demons, washing feet, and telling inspirations stories
Then Jesus gets betrayed by one of his disciples named Judas
Jesus gets crucified, Judas gets some gold coins and kills himself
Jesus then comes back from the dead three days later
Then he hangs out with his other disciples and then goes up to heaven
Then a long time after that the world will end
There will be four horsemen, a lot of angels blowing on trumpets
The dead will be judged
Satan will be chained up for a thousand years
And Jesus will come back to rule the Earth
The End

It was their dream. Cuddley pillows, dimed lights. Living above their means, material wealth in sight. Finally eyes are open, oprah appears on screen. "Her" dream has happen, everything looks so green. Then came the crash; housing and stock market. Banks have no cash; water poured in baskets. Creditors on the retreat, washington responses are strong. Though feeling the heat; can't right this wrong! Retiring for their dream, waking to this nightmare. This nation now screams: how we got here? From bush to obama, the dollar under squeeze. Democrats now take power, americans facing credit freeze! America economy is crumbling. China/india looking on. Americans are now grumbling: look what "they" have become. What was once a dream, has now become a yoke. America for all "it seems"; it's a nightmare and broke!