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what's a friend, why's a friend a friend, is a friend a friend to the end no matter whats in the middle, is a friend a friend that listen's, is a friend a friend that cares, is a friend a friend thats there, is a friend a friend thats true, is a friend a friend that never judges you, is a friend a friend that accepts you for you, is a friend a friend that knows boundaries, is a friend a friend that gives you a smile, is a friend a friend that makes being friends worthwhile! :)

What is love and why do we search for it endlessly, maybe when we find it we do not really know it is found. Gazing endlessly into the mirror reflection of our empty souls, searching until we are satisfied that our heart will be fulfilled again one day, as the demons that possessed us become distorted against time, only then can we show our honest heart!

The honest heart will be the only prize that a soul can determine the beauty within the labyrinth that has been burried seemingly for eternity amongst the ruins of myth, Then all will be known in light as in dark, for a rustic key unlocks a lonelyness within the heart of the tempest.

But beware there is no turning back from the calamity endured if the tempest heart lies broken. Motion subsides dragging the once forlorn to the depths of a forgotten catacomb in forsaken isolation. Motionless, drawing the poison from our broken reflection untill the echos define reality.

Face me
Don’t make words get in your way
All of this feels like that night
Black and white
So much philosophy, not any answers
Just searching for….
Searching for so many things
What did I find?
If I call, do they open they’re heart?
Face me till the end
Until it tear us apart
And so it will be
A fight where every puzzle will fit
So let this moment begin

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love is pure
love is meaningful
love is a deep emotion
love is everything
love is happyness
love is sadness
love is joy
love is all this
but to experience it you
must be willing to love
each other in every way.

Daddy don't cry....
I'm no feen...
Just like to get high...
I know I put you through alot....
Please dont give up on me pop...
i've never forgot....
Who was there when my mom was not...
10 years old on the block...
my daddy taught me how to fight...
I know it anit right.....
but where we from, people disappear into the night...
you told me, you used to get high...
Carry around a four five....
seen many people die...
When you said that you cry...
I never knew why....
To be continued.....

I dip you yet you still offer no words, they're there yet not scribe'd, I stroke my mark yet you don't reply, I hold you carefully dip you again yet no reply, the finest of paper I touch you too yet still no reply, I push gently so's not to pierce yet still no reply, scribble'd stroke on scrap you mark, touch you to my thoughts no reply, walk away an come back dip you again no mark. . . the paper's fine. . . perhaps the pen need's a rest for a bit~

MY JOURNEY HOME

When my time on earth is over I’ll climb those golden stairs
As I stand before the heaven gates and meet my Jesus there
When I hear him call my name my heart will skip a beat
I’ll fall down on my bended knees and I’ll begin to weep
I will cry with tears of joy when I gaze upon his face
And meet the man that died for me my saviour Jesus Christ

As I stand then they’re before him on my judgement day
I will ask him once again to wash my sins away
He knows I’ve been a sinner, a sinner I have been
Yet he’ll always love me throughout eternity
For he died upon the cross, so all my sins be free
He died upon that blood stained cross he died for you and me

They placed a crown of thorns upon his head that day
Nailed his hands and feet than took his life away
When they pierced his side the blood began to flow
As he wept in silence these words he did repeat

Forgive them my father my father up above
Forgive them my father for they know not what they do
Forgive them oh my father I ask of you this day
Forgive then my father and wash there sins away


When I meet my Jesus I pray he’ll take my hand
Lead me on to heaven to the promise land
Where I’ll meet the master the master of mankind
Meet the great and holy man that sits upon the throne
To see the face of God at last and know that I’m home
To see the face of god at last and know that I’m at home

Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
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MY NEIGHBOURS

How great was the worth of my neighbours
They where trustworthy loyal and kind
And there friendship I surly do cherish
For friendship is not easy to find
When I was down on my luck
And the road became rough
They where always there by my side
With a hug or a smile or just talk for a while
These very dear neighbours of mine
There door would always be open
And there coffee was sure
To be fresh
After a long day of toiling
We’d leisurely sit down and we’d
Rest

Here I am standing, standing to see.

Here I am standing waiting to be free.

Here I am standing wanting to be visible to love invisible to pain.

Here I am standing in the pouring rain.

Take my hand and lead me now to a destiny unknown and unforetold.

If you are true brave and worthy of my soul to you I will always hold.

Here I am standing on a cliff the ocean breeze washes over me a renewal of my soul. I feel like a diamond arriving a moment from being coal. So new and fresh.

Here I stand I breathing in every breath I relish in love and wilt in hate.

Here I stand waiting for a soul mate.