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Comments: A CHILD'S HEART ‘ from his new Poetry book ‘"Too much Ado" by Tony Angelo Taliaferro
Open to adventure and love with a sense of self-confidence, through new endeavors that established a sense of loyalty and strength. Illusions of grandeur are unsighted through peer pressure and slight of heart. Any children can easily be given a misrepresentation of amnesty to avail. By their parents so called given gifts without any sense of worth or honor. In a heartbeat their lives can change due to no action of their own. Anger and frustration seem to prevail seemingly because their parents fall out of love. A child might think that people only hurt you because they have been hurt in the past. And could that be why marriages don't last? But as their life goes on waiting for a ship to come in instead of passing harmlessly into the night, they fell broken and abandoned with no recourse of losing a parent through divorce.
Virtu hidden in my face, Lays ethereal amongst my soul, Heritage is by no means, disgrace; My nexus is more than colored coal, Image of heart is not askew, Essence flows allay, Brain of unknown brings about a new, Body just summits without a sigh, My blood trickles my birthright, Though of spirit, sire of dominion; Plucked from the depths of hearts insight, Who I am, is not your opinion; My Destiny can not be rapine, For it is my own truth, Waxed by Faith confine; Found in the blood of my youth, Cherokee legacy is not a wag, It is crimped by a negative mind; Covered under injustice a soiled rag, With open intelligence, love can find; Vapid expression never more, Inheritance given a soulful agog, Society prejudice though crimped, now an open door; Verve lifted from the darken smog, Dismal past, Brighten Future, initiate Present; Deliberation within the source of revenue, become genesis; The Creator is always Omnipresent; Only disbelievers distrust, My Virtu will always wax true, It is my fortune, my destiny, my being; No one can change it, not even you; For I am founded on the foundation of well-being.
Charles Johnson
Email: thehomelesspoet@gmail.com
The Beauty of God
Look at the trees
And what do you see?
The beauty of God.
Look at the flowers
And what do you see?
The beauty of God.
Look at the sky
And what do you see?
The beauty of God.
Now, look in the mirror
And what do you see?
The beauty of God.
The Joy in My Joyful Life
I have joy from growing mature yet staying young in my heart. I have joy from watching the sunrise and sunset. I have joy from giving so much time for improvement.
I have joy from being grateful for my wonderful and peaceful life. I have joy from exploring interesting things in this challenging life.
I have joy from gaining knowledge, understanding, and wisdom. I have joy from reading for it is the foundation of wisdom.
I have joy from continually improving my capabilities and abilities. I have joy from seeking for my hidden talents.
I have joy from cooking, creating, and trying new recipes. I have joy from drawing and painting beautiful pictures.
I have joy from traveling and experiencing living in various places. I have joy from interacting in new cultures.
I have joy from helping, comforting, pleasing, and encouraging others. I have joy from having faithful friends.
I have joy from making new friends.
I have joy from cherishing the old ones.
I have joy from singing beautiful songs. I have joy from whistling melodious melodies. I enjoy all of these joyful things.
Comments: Blood, Sweat and Tears...wordsmith: Brother in Law
So long ago, yet still so real, So lost in time but I still feel, A painful blow draws first blood, An eerie sound, an awful thud. Was that ten or twenty licks? Will I die, can I be fixed? It hurts so bad, what did I do? My mind’s a blank, I beg of you. Please don’t hit me anymore, I can’t think of what it’s for. I don’t know, am I to blame? I thought it was just a game. I taste the blood, salty brine, Is that me I hear crying? What about my sweaty brow? I hold on, I don’t know how. The tears run silent as I weep, From my soul is where they seep. I bite down hard, it smells so bad, I feel the grief, the pain, the sad. I sense the anguish and dismay, Of those who strayed this awful way. Their blood, tears, their sweat I see, On the walls surrounding me. I hear their cry, oh help me please, I’m begging you, I’m on my knees. We little boys, cried loud in pain, But no one cared, nobody came.
We are the legion of the strong, the most powerful ever, able to dominate the the world and everything one can see We are Roman, and I, Mars am their God of domination and war I stand by Rome in everything they do, the Romans, the conquerors, they always sing a song of glee I give my subjects faith in what they do, the strongest army on Earth, scaring intimidating others to their very core.
I look on my subjects, and I am so very proud, everything they have accomplished is because of me I keep the fires of war and conquering others within the Roman heart Everything my subjects do, everything move they make. I am able to see Everything they do, I know it from the very start,
My subjects honor and worship me, following the belief to be steadfast in everything they do I will only lead them in the right direction, following me you have the most powerful army on Earth Everything my subjects do, is always within my view Son of Goddess Juno and the God Jupiter, I have always been special, since my supernatural birth.
I don't condone bloodshed, but to be the most powerful, it is a necessity A necessity that we the Romans stay in total control We are the most powerful, we want to forever rule, to all others, hear my plea Nothing will stop us from keeping our main objective, our goal.
As long as my subjects honor me, I will totally stand by their side Making sure they have total domination, and everything they shall rule My subjects will always fight to the death, they will never run and hide We just want to take our rightful place in the world, we really don't mean to be cruel.
So with that in mind, we rule and we are the most powerful, and for many years we shall continue to rule I will guide my people from the heavens, from the stars People that follow me, well they are no fools I will forever stand by my people, I am the Roman god of war, I am known as Mars
Name: Eve Hall
Email: cagedbird2u@hotmail.com
Comments: Transformation
I need to forgive the men Who walked out of my life, My father, my son, my brother.
I need to forgive the women Who walked out of my life, My wife, my mother, my sister.
I need to ask for forgiveness For the hurt I have caused, For the wrong I have done.
I need to forgive the pain I have inside. I need to do the hardest thing in my life, I need to forgive myself.
Only then, Will I be able to change.
(c) Eve Hall 2004
In The Cup By Marion L. Jones
I'm about to take you to a place on a hill. A place where everything God planned, a normal man coudn't stand still. His Son Jesus was born to to die and take on this task. He knew of His journey and only one question did He ask.
He fell on His face and prayed, saying, "O My Father, if it is possible, let this Cup pass from Me; nevertheless, not I will, but Thy will."
Jesus seen all of the sins that we have done. In The Cup He seen what Adam & Eve did. In The Cup He looked real deep and saw the evilness of Cain killing Abel. In the Cup In Psalms it says my cup runneth over, yes it overflows with His mercies and grace. Doing His Will without wavering, without haste. In The Cup He saw Love, Peace, Joy
He took The Cup and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, "Drink ye all of it; for this is the blood of the new testament, which is shed for many for the remission of sins." When He looked In The Cup, He no longer see us as we used to be. But as a new creature in Christ. Don't let The Cup pass you by, it could be your chance to live or die.
Email: levijones55@yahoo.com
Copyrights 6/2/2010 MLJ Recovery
Name: Lee E. Shilo
Email: leeshilo@yahoo.com
Comments: A Scratch In Time
This wonderful, loving life with you, has been but a scratch in time, compared to eternity without you.
I set our love in timeless drift, a loop for it to never end. The universe may now play, this loop again forever.
Each look, each touch, each word of love we ever spoke, shall now, and forever, never diminish, in all the great eternity.
And in this infinite void of space, there shall always be, a place where you and I have loved. And loved we have, indeed we have, and memories to play.
Against a void of black, our eternity of love shall shine. Shine it's speck of light, of you and I forever embraced, in sweet surrenders flight.
A Lighthouse beacon, lit for all the lost souls of love, that seek their way back home. Home to a love's sweet embrace and light. And in the eternal void of infinity, it has only been but a scratch in time.
Imagine if days never had sunshine Or if the night had no stars or moon, If books had no pages, pens had no paper, Or if a song didn't have any tune.
Imagine if rainbows had no colors Or if a forest didn't have trees, If birds couldn't fly, oceans were dry, Or if with crackers you couldn't have cheese.
Imagine if the sky wasn't blue Or if the grass never turned green, If fruit wasn't sweet, animals had no feet, Or if no variety every was seen.
If we imagine a world without beauty It helps us to be more aware, To give thanks and praise to God all our days, Treat the earth with utmost care.
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