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We all have become wounded and torn !

Lost in a weary land !
Like a caged rat hidden in a hole
Who shall release us from this present death toll ?

At night we sleep beneath satin sheets
We erect pious yet false portals with promise..,

Between the hidden garb of false compromise
We are living in the last of days
Let us not get caught in some purple haze
Forced to choose from right to wrong..,


We often stretch ourselves out for nothing,
With the hope of eternal glorification ?
Let us now loose the bonds to our meager existence..,
Stand up for what is right,

Choose to become a beacon of light !

To a much hurting world in desperate need..,


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With Open Arms


A white dove flew in the air !

Freely soaring without a sense or care,
Let go with the fear that made you stay..,
A prisoner of sort..,
Yet we all long to hold onto a dream
Things don't actually appear what they may seem,

Let us bask in the cool of the day !
A normal walk in the woods...
There enfolds an element of lies,
Does all this come as a big surprise ?


Our heightened ambiance to a bigger picture,
There is something we all long to capture !
A word spoken in the dark,
Hath now come into the light !

A papal view of sorts
Set out to win the fight !
With open arms we long to choose to explore.
We ponder a day of rest..,


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With Waves That Crash !


The dream she had,
Turn from the fabric of all imagination
Broken dreams eft at the back door
Oft, to learn of brand new things


At last we can bask,


In the ultimate vast array !
Although, the light was very dim..
For all the while,
I had searched for hope !


On the brink of utter despare,
A shining light !
We should visit the house near the ocean ?
Safe away from all known danger !


With waves that would crash,
Look to the seagulls that would soar !
A fresh breathe of air,
Even sport a tan,

If only one would obey the master ?

In submitting to his perfect will and plan !


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* The final poem demonstrates a deep connection with God,
In demonstarting his invisible attributes,


Within Light Cometh Darkness


It was starting to rain,

On that night when my cat escaped !
Although, through the tainted glass I noticed,
A slight figure of an elderly woman..,
At first I was very frightened by her mere presence,


Far in the distance I heard sounds of laughter

Hence, a smile from a passing child,
Awaiting the arrival of a father...
A broken glass,
With the chime of the door bell rang,

That's when I saw that woman sing !

Oft, someone would appear outside my window
Never before had I seen her figure ?
with the sound of amazing grace,
A fragrant tune in my Payton Place,


On the eve I came to ponder a way of escape ?


Hence, to hide behind the garb of pain !
Within ligh cometh darkness..,
A tear had been shed,
For the angels must have cried from heaven ?


Perhaps a quick top at your local Seven Eleven ?

In what had appeared out of the corner of my eye,
The woman in question had disappeared ?
In a large puff of smoke !
Who would have known ?

Within light cometh darkness,
This wasn't a no second class stage hand !
Not even a circus clown..,
Perhaps exit stage left she went ?

Hence, after painting the town !


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Go A Little Deeper


This morn, a cross a rose in my head
Betwixt the Autumn dew..,
With the pouring rain !
Hence, with nothing to do..,


Yet who really knew ?

The pains of life came creeping in...

Nor a mere solace field,
Whence hidden spiral shaped fences,
With a common look of expression ?
Soft but a bit delirious !

We set our course between the radiant papal isle..,

With the confusion of the day !

Marked with a pyramid of vast confusion...
Some thought it only as an illusion ?

Sought a common dilemna out of the actual norm..,

Curse the given day I was actually born !
Amid the tryanny of the situation.. ?
Yet betwixt the light of the new day !
Until the vast darkness of all night's..,

A cross arose between the lines !

Amidst a mirage of perpetual confusion,
We should all strive to go a little bit deeper !
Among the many tempers a fire !

Perhaps to oft, ponder a lonely gun for hire !
What is this vast heightened place ?
In order to fulfill your biggest desire..,
A beacon of hope to a dire world in need !

With vast tempers a fire !

Enough to certainly make one bleed..,
Yet within each of our lives
We all long to fulfill a lasting need !

* ( Often we all long for some big break in life,
Away from the hustle and bustle of our everyday existence,
In this life,
There are forces that powers that be,
That will try to delegate your eternal destiny.,


Yet within life,
We often find pain..,
The sense of delegation that borders the insane.,
Yet we oft' smile to call it a good day !
Paying no homage to the suffering ?
We tend to hide behind the wall of compromise.,
Tainted by emmense yet mystical lies.,

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Publication Date: 12-21-2009

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