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A thought warms a heart
When lovers are apart
Lift spirits, marking time
Others seek, emotional signs

Text, or phone calls help
Hug or touch, physically felt
Easing empty aches inside
Experience a new love guide

Gauging emotions, buried deep
Some through actions, will reap
Knowing looks, to lead the way
Teasing words, observant say

During time, when love grows,
Variety mix of highs and lows
Time gives balance, inner calm
No lovers route, with instant balm

Gradually, love finds its goal
Maybe two, now share one soul
No direct path, leads to love
As rain-storms-sunshine, hover above.

Billions of believers claim there god is truth while all others spew lies
I too was blinded by faith until reality thankfully uncovered my eyes
Common sense says Father's wouldn't let "their children" suffer everyday
that cockamamy "free will" card is apparently the only one you can play

My bad! "He has his reasons" is the other sickening response I always hear
maybe every horrifying death is to remind us it's only him we need fear
Humanity wants their to be a god with a heavenly place awaiting...I get it!
don't outright dismiss that behind something so preposterous could be bullshit

It's insane that people just accept the outrageous stories man wrote in a book
when you fell victim to fallacious promises of an unfounded god you got took
Religion is reason for countless slaughtered throughout the history of mankind
negating real life relations to put a mythical deity first defines a loco mind

The infallible said there is no other god mankind better put any faith in
to deny me as your Lord and Savior would be an abominable sin
If you dare view George Carlin's "Religion is Bullshit" on YouTube please
besides laughing you may get why he and others feel religion is a disease

strange magic

shades of passion
skim the surface
of lurid imagination
stretched tight like a drum

shimmering vibrations
undulating through
visions of reality
and jig-sawed humanity

in a slow ...
steady ...
acceptance of
misdeeds and miscalculations

we travel down a winding path
soft heather tinged with nettles
warmth of the rising sun
caressing our bodies

and the floodgates are open
plummeting down the slopes
taking flight on hot breath
reaching into a strange magic

of scintillating loss of self
screaming anguish
and bounded release
of minds melding

Sleepless tonight. Thunder crashes and rumbles as the rain patters against my window. On nights like this, I often think of you. Maybe you are awake in this tumultuous storm, too? We stumble through this life so unaware, taking love and living for granted until it becomes something less than extraordinary.

We shield our hearts from all the broken things; promises, dreams, relationships, until it too becomes the very thing that is broken. But alas, a callus heart can mend if only allowed to be free again from the fear that numbs it from feeling. Free to feel the joy, the love, the heartache and pain this life has to offer. To live is to die. Our journey is a cosmic adventure through time and space. To feel alive is to understand that time is short in this body. Be awake. Be aware. Live and love. Experience. Forgive. Forget. Start new. Just be.

I personally feel the game of tennis is the greatest sport of all
start young and play til you're no longer able to see the ball
A truly enjoyable activity conducive to keeping ones-self fit
as you learn and improve you'll become addicted I guarantee it

Many love just playing while others I'd deem serious 'Tennis players'
I'm a tennis player who relishes playing against those with EGO in layers
When stepping out to compete on court I never consider I can't win
for some having confidence in ones skills isn't arrogance just no spin

Tennis elicited numerous phone calls from people I'd likely never meet
rubbing elbows with doctors, millionaires, and politicians was pretty neat
My Mantra 'Actions speak louder than Words' I have and will always proclaim
that said... I ascertained many are much much better at talking a good game

Excelling at tennis takes Agility, Ability, and grasping the art of playing smart
it's also very advantageous to know every facet of the game by heart
The camaraderie I've shared with the 'TRULY' genuine people I'll not forget
that part alone makes tennis worth it's weight in gold from where I sit

Winning isn't synonymous with hitting hard... it's consistency and being clever
the aforementioned and more makes 'TENNIS THE GREATEST GAME EVER'

I can taste the change in the air
Summer has broken and is nowhere
The colours i see have lost their spark
Leaves are drying all over the park
I feel the wind cool my skin
Carrying with it a new beginning
And hear the rustling of distant trees
Littering the ground with parched leaves
As autumn rolls around once more
I smell the intent of nature's chore......

Trees so silent in winter months
now flowering with blossoms,
waving and shouting,
youho, hello.
The winds are vengeful
bringing sweet colours to the floor.
Coating the ground pink, and
thoughts of red cherries galore.
A lightness of heart.
A warming of the soul.
Catching a glimpse of nature
not so different from our own.
I shout a hye to the skies
and my buddies the trees.
We will lift our heads high
and welcome the sun
and keep branching out,
for when all said and done.
Life is sweet,
as sweet as my trees.

Praise be to you Almighty God
You knew me from the womb
You know my every moment in life
And you will guide me to my tomb

It couldn't have been easy for Jesus
To be rejected by this world
I feel his pain and suffering
But I know its not the whole

I know what it is to be whipped daily
And still have to pick up that cross
Only some of your humiliation I feel
While I bear my cross to Calvary

And while you prayed to our Father
Asking for mercy and pass this cup
You understood your purpose
So now you nor I can't stop

Let's give him all the praise
Because his plan is perfectly sound
For dust we are and shall we be
We return right into the ground

His name I lift on High
For we are not one bit worthy of his love
But still he gave us Grace
So sad it had to be paid with Jesus's blood

Would we do it all ove again?
Runaway, just leave him and go?
And when we're accused of being his sheep
Will we deny 'him we don't know'?

There is no limit to what mankind will do to survive
Still Jesus accepted and continued knowing he would die
Was there a lesson? A message?
Of what God expected of mankind?
Where is the incorruptible truth of God's design that no one can find

Driving along the road yesterday
Up ahead were flashing hazard lights
I slowed down on approaching the fray
Until I could get in full sight

Wondering if something bad was ahead
One man was getting out of his car
I approached cautiously with much dread
He was staring at the hot blacktop tar

I too looked to see what was there
And started to laugh at the sight that I saw
Trudging down the road without a care
I watched this huge turtle in awe

He kept walking with determination
Not to let anything stop him
From reaching his final destination
Did he know his chances were very grim

I drove on praying in my heart
That God’s creature would be safe in his travels
Wishing that we humans were that smart
To trust God when our life starts to unravel

Knowing that He is watching over us
And He will help us to get where we are going
Without all the fuss and muss
But with complete faith and knowing

I hope to survive the pain from my latest traumatic moment in life
being told "I'm not in love with you anymore" cut deeper than any knife
Immediately after she uttered those words my world turned pitch Black
when I reluctantly handed her my heart I never wanted it given back

Every day heartrending sadness inside doesn't let me forget she's gone
I still spend nights on my porch swing drowning in sorrow until dawn
On me the mentally and emotionally abusive relationship took a huge toll
I'm convinced nothing or no-one can revive my irreparably shattered soul

Treating women too good is absolutely conducive to them becoming an Ex
their is NO remedy to keep relationships from turning into train wrecks
Much sooner than later I need the amount of missing us to reach none
some mornings my tear-stained pillow proves dreams of her aren't done

I still badly miss and love the woman who was so vile to me
some stem's from returning to being alone where I hate to be
"THIS HURT WON'T HEAL" which can impede moving ahead
the overwhelming ache will be affecting my heart right up to dead