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Alone,
Seems to be my new occupation,
Alone,
Seems to be shifting into degradation,
Alone,
Reaping the seeds i have sown
Alone,
Hoping the ones i have left have grown
Alone,
Day in and Day out,
Alone
Until i met my best friend
Alone no more,
Jesus Christ came into my life
Alive,
By faith in my Saviour, Jesus Christ
Thrive,
With the Spirit of His life
Arise,
One day with him in the clouds
believe
And you can have this best friend!
Eternity................................................

You are always standing by my side
You are my destiny of Love
You enter my heart with gossamer touch
Walk with me to Heaven
I give you the Rose
You are my beloved
My Angel of the morning sun
You are my Love-light
Heaven's own divine within my heart
Forever be my dream of Love
The sun shines forth from your Soul
You give me Love no other can
I only know the glory of Love
When my divinity stands by my side

We can Glow,
We can Glow,
Like the lamp of God,
We can Glow.

We can Glow,
We can Glow,
With the help of Jesus,
We can show.

His light shines,
His light Shines,
To light this lamp,
This lamp of mine

His light shines,
His light shines,
Don't want no basket,
On this lamp of mine.

My wick is dim,
My wick is dim,
Encroching darkness,
From my sin.

My wick was dim,
My wick was dim,
But He wont extinquish,
His light within.

So now i'll grow,
Yes i will grow,
For the Lamb,
The Lamp,
His light to show.

I don't deserve,
The joy to serve,
But now I now....
For Him......................
I'll Glow

TOWARDS YOURSELF

When being in the darkest depths of Hell,
When you are saddened and your luck is blown,
Forge the burning coal of Sadness into a ladder
and walk right out of there on your own!

When walking ,without a road ahead, is crushing you,
surrounding you with four restraining walls
from all the shattered roads you once had walked onto,
build a brand new path and pursuit your goals.

When the world is fading in your eyes
and darkness slowly blurs your sight to black,
Create a sun yourself and from its beams,
embrace the last one - it will take you back.

The mystery of life is blind and thorny,
it takes it all and crucifies our souls.
With all belongings lost , YOURSELF KEEP ONLY,
'cause that's the only way to reach your goals!

Wow
I must say
I woke up to see
a picture of he
If you could only see the glee
You brought to me
You promised me a peek
Said no more hide and seek
Made me feel week
Your smile drove me wild
You look nothing like a child
You're all man
Might need to turn on a fan
This heat I can't stand
Come hold my hand
Together let's walk this land
Hand in hand !





You make me smile
Your poertry drives me wild
I really like your style
Make sure you stick around
If only for awhile
I would walk a mile
Just to see your smile
For in you I have found a new friend

THE JESTER walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.

It rose in a straight blue garment,
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;

But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pale night gown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.

He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming,
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.

'I have cup and bells' he pondered,
'I will send them to her and die;'
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.

She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love song:
Till stars grew out of the air.

She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.

They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.





Give me the cap and bells ; )

I did write myself a poem,
Untitled became Its name,
A poem about woman's glory,
Of her Love and eternal fame.

There was a dream I called eternal,
Her own sweet name was Veronique,
She walked Into my life so softly,
Her Love was the Love my heart did seek.

She made my heart a living fire,
She came In when I opened the door,
Rose petals drifted down slowly before her,
As she walked along my heart Love's floor.

Her smile was everlasting,
That Love smile she gave to me,
It was a living wonder,
As I could plainly see.

Her eyes were blue a living sea,
That any man would wish to drown within,
Her eyes the mirror of her Soul,
Told of glory that would begin.

Divinity held within that breast,
That dwelt within the living heart,
Where Love did flow life's magic wine,
That has come to me right from the start.

Oh Veronique the glory of your Love,
Let It come unto me unbridled,
Yet this piece I shall never change Its name,
It shall always be named "Untitled."

Would the world
still move forward
without me,
my absence unnoticed?

Am I cruel
to dream of a world
that ends when I do?

Would your eyes
close with mine?

Perhaps I will die
before I die
there will be
no death...

Without love
my heart, my soul
is a garden without sun
just dead things...

Love me
and we will live
in the hope
of becoming a memory...

lives bundled in boxes/
melodies of memories chime/

Dear Poet,

Where do I begin?
Now, moving in,
cartons on the floor,
the radio playing to bare walls,
picture hooks left abandoned
in the unsoiled squares where Monet's
hung proudly not so long ago.

Something reminding us
this is like all the other moving days;
finding the dirty ends of someone else's life,
a half eaten apple, melted candle wax,
lipstick stained "I love you" faded
on the bathroom mirror
things not preserved, yet never swept away
like fragments of disturbing dreams
we stumble on all day...

in ordering our lives, we discard them,
scrub clean the floorboards of this our home
lest refuse from the lives we did not lead
become in some strange frightening ways, our own.

We plan not to tolerate our fears- a year laid out
like rooms in a new house- our dusty wine glasses
rinsed off, vases no longer filled,
the bookshelves sagging with heavy
self-help books.

Seeing the room always as it will be,
we are content to dust and wait.
We will return here from the dark and silent
streets, arms full of poems and metaphors
eager to greet the spring and looking
for the good life we have made.

Yes, poet, now we plan, postponing,
pushing our lives forward into the future-
as if, when the room contains
us and all our treasured junk
we will have filled whatever gap it is
that makes us wander, discontented
from ourselves.

The room will not change:
a rug, queen Ann chair, or new coat of paint
won't make a difference:
our eyes are fickle
but we remain the same beneath
our freckles & suntans,
pale, frightened,
dreaming ourselves backward and
forward in time,
dreaming our dreaming selves.

I look forward, poet,
and I see myself look back.

I must close,
be well sweet poet,
be well and safe in your existence.

SAS

THE WEATHER WAS SO HUMID
SO STICKY AND SO HOT,
THE SUN WAS BEAMING DOWN SO BRIGHT
I HAD TO FIND A COOL SPOT;

I WALKED OVER TO THE PARK
TRYING TO FIND A BREEZE,
I WALKED DOWN BY THE WATER
AND SAT BENEATH THE TREES;

I WATCHED THE LITTLE CHILDREN
AS THEY WERE PLAYING ON THE RIDES,
SOME WERE ON THE SEESAWS
AND SOME WERE ON THE SLIDES;

I NOTICED A FLOCK OF BIRDS
AS THEY WERE PASSING BY,
THEY FORMED A GREAT FORMATION
AS THEY FLEW ACROSS THE SKY;

IT FELT SO GOOD TO GET AWAY
FROM THE NOISY STREETS AT HOME,
AND JUST SIT HERE IN THE PARK ALL DAY
AND MEDITATE ALONE!