At first our greatest friend and help He is almost forgotten at this time but its funny how popular He becomes in the time of trouble this setting is not speakineecess g of trouble but so much more in fast it deals with onnecee of my favorite subjects woman if you cared to take the time you could read an anthem that I wrote about them in A sea breeze blowing across Capricorn even a guy spoke highly of it also I'm bringing one of the best helpers I can its a hard difficult read but needed John Keats quote reads Do you not see how necessary a world of pain and trouble is to school an intelligence and make it a soul. At this point explanation Donald Trump is speaking of this threat of a syber attack that will bring us to our knees by working from the deepest low we could ever know we had a test in central Ill they knocked out the largest medical group for over a month in four cities I' m trying get a better fix on Russia but the book I have is right enough but has six hundred pages I had to eye operations it makes it a little rough to read that will have to go in another read they have the right rep concerning us we have forgotten God but they forget how fast we turn back to Him when we get in trouble so in that regard not a twist but a lovely creature and her action with our savior it took a woman to give this act of kindness I all so state if it were not for women we would be without a great deal of our churches in America we will jump from that American truth to American and Russian interests that are totally different Tocqueville was not far wrong he had toured America and Custine traveled through Russia and he came to this conclusion that no matter who you were you were but a slave to the system yet they love the land as their home but never its politics will have a change of thought to I read more of the book back in California where we lived for thirty years I was at a restaurant I had a saying I just would say land of the Cosaks well this guy whirs around and stairs at me I could care less until a few days latter I saw one of these fine men was whipping a woman with a whip if I had been there that idiot would have eaten the whip I cant count the idiot bullies I whipped in school it was uncanny how they always found tiny helpless ones to pick on I couldn't fight like my father putting a fist in some ones face was to mean maybe I was worse throwing some one across the room it always got results I'm straying from the subject I plan on telling about fighting in the second half of this write in prison when I was a guard I will be graphic that and a lot of things I plan to unleash they cut off the last of this when I hit save oh well it was bad stuff when I was a prison guard I left to go preach with my uncle five days latter an inmate stabbed a friend and threw him over the rail he fell ten floors to his death I told a lot more maybe at a latter date God bless you all
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 6:22 PM UTC
I just stumbled onto a line of romantic poetry you wont find him in them but he deserves to be somewhere not every one can capture the heart of the prettier girls in town and keep her for a life time of course a summer wedding and then a dash to a far city a new job excitement boundless a strange place that seems magical after small town like the country song city lights do carry fascination love is new and grows and grows with each waking day tender hearts render bold climes that are hard to define just simple touch ignites desire that is rich and full what wonder explodes a look a kiss what smoldering desires do transfix mortal souls a door was opened unk0wingly this magic holding place where the stars and moon dace freely and so do two souls tear through the night skies like meteors in flight and thrills unknown before leaving neighbors to wonder what all the shouting is about ha ha come on people you cant be that stupid and then with the passing of time home begins it tender call and before long your homeward bound you make a pit stop in an apartment while you search for your real home you never new when you turned the corner on birch that your life time home lie just ahead here your three children would be born happiness there did abound for wonderful good years until in the magic winter when tragedy struck your son louis went for a ride on a sled being pulled by his friend and it whiplashed him into a pole he ended losing his life an angel that was so loved left earth for heaven but left a hell of grief that almost consumed this family time and God alone allowed them to carry on his memory blazes as strong as his life once held such sway and wonder grief replaced with tender knowing of a treasure now lost was waiting for them on the other shore the years passed father returned from hospital to get through such great loss now after seventy years of a good life and beu1tful wife who never lost any of her looks was ever with him until a long illness set him free for the angels to take him home to reunite with his beloved son once love begins it never ends I should know god bless you lovely Eileen
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 5:24 AM UTC
First blame Shakespeare for this write after two eye surgeries and having lost my password and email I was shut out of the writing site for two or four years and don't try to contact HP its impossible ok so I turned to my books Victor Hugo Gore Vidal and as already mentioned Shakespeare and where I turned was his m ke and habit of using the down and out
the s to his habit of turning to
Jan 1, 2024
Jan 1, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
It tells and evokes so well do you ace a tragedy has shattered the depths of your soul their is no response or recourse to be found God is nowhere at least not in hearing distance you test every means in sight the sky the forest of trees what comfort they can tenderly give you comfort from there great heights they are the masters of earth and sky but only silence echoes through your broken heart the wind calls wistfully it sound and touch brings sweet gentle comfort but fall short of the answer you desperately need you stumble and grab a clump of grass to stop from falling your mind reels even mote all though the darkness gives solace and comfort you wander on and then she heard the silver church bell ringing its joy bells it was a church member sounding the alarm bringing the pastor to the church and as he approached coming down the road he spotted the young lady picked her up and sped to the church where he gave aid before taking them on to hospital in a near by town. I happily interject my own ringing the silver church bell my reached all the way to Scotland I was in church and I was writing a piece about the service and from my Indian heritage I changed the young lady praying up at the front to an Indian maiden with lovely words I sent it off thirty minutes later a response a young man in Scotland sent this message I m using your piece to get off drugs so i can be a father to my new baby boy praise God forever. there is another silver bell in my piece lost friend
Dec 29, 2023
Dec 29, 2023 at 1:05 AM UTC
That we validate treasures at first they do not pronounce them selves correctly sometimes glory can be shrouded in a mist and we are vexed by their meaning stunning can have an elusive edge cars and people are simple right well try going up to San Francisco your traveling north on 101 but on south 101 there is about two miles of
supped up hot cars the colors alone would knock your eyes out but in every car a blond girl would be riding with this hunk who was even better looking better than the girls if that was possible hot dang they were all headed to the races at Laguna Seka the place James Dean was going just a year before down close to where I was in the service as a army fire fighter I was a crew chief we thought we were cool until we saw this parade pass by my goodness do they have northern city called hot dang they all came fr hoomse
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 10:48 PM UTC
Most of all baby boomers they say when we started by our sheer numbers we changed the world now the simple facts we are now departing why not leave a lasting standard that will bless the world make a commitment to save a million babies all together we could accomplish this what a strain would be lifted our voices naming the unseen the glory that lies beyond to surround and hug with cherished wonder these that are to be blessed with the most important thing of all Jesus and His undying love
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
she posted a note
I wrote this for a Irioc vet's wife it wasn't what she said this was my interputation when she said you don't know me you only know what I let you know to me it was a person hurting trying to be tough
Telling
The telling by night and day she stands in the dark glen her
Thoughts and troubles make the surroundings turn from airy to thermo brooding dark and mastic a
Black stallion stands near with its hostile significance obvious as a nightmare colt now full grown it paws
The ground deep and wildly like her own thoughts the night changes from different shades of black as
She reels in the tumult that varied troubles bring the wind begins to rise the branches begin a violent
Torrent of complaint great torment is displayed outward calm belies the war within how quickly time
Changes things long ago in another time and place blue and white clouds could be seen through the
Blazing foliage an aura highlighted splendor tinged all elements that were in conscious view the black
Stallion was replaced by the grey gentle even the face gave wonderful expressive peacefulness its stance
Was as if it gave an outline to mellow you could see her standing as in an arching trellised gate blossoms
Now gently blow where before only thorns gleamed as lighting flashed and you could see in her eyes a
Wounded soul that had to bear up under sudden hardship not the kind you grow into but that which
You Are thrown into you have to leap to your feet and try to convince all onlookers you have control
While actually you are just a little terrified girl that must make great strides to become a woman of
Empowered senses the war front defenses are made now in the living room not in far away scarred
Lands soldiers are trained women are the soft spirits that must learn to make armor from brokenness
That is well fitted and enduring while she is the lone sentential in an emotional fragmented world you
Will find love is the greatest weapon in this hidden world where illusion of peace mocks openly but
Freedom is the stronghold of those that love peace and fair play for all.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
This was written before the death of Bin Laden it is an indictment against brazen Godless conduct it
deserves to be reread at the end I take up what I saw in the spirit when I looked on the Jordanian pilot
The Flame of Blessing
America’s warriors face dangers untold in a country unlike our own where violent war is a way of life
In evils caldron that burns with natural order hate, teaching laced with poison and ****** is honorable
This can only thrive in a society that kills truth and then in falsehood their black robes invite all strife
Chaos butchery all manner of anarchy is used to try to subdue a people’s God given right to be free
Our troops in one way or another are set to burning Miss Liberty is in their hearts although latent
All that is needed to cause liberty’s flame to blaze is put these blessed ones in contact with tyranny
Every insult and criticism is leveled at the U.S. we need improvement but let evil show and be blatant
Ordinary kids from American streets will rise the last thing you will see is freedom blazing in their eyes
Black hearts are tuff pushing the weak and there fanaticism pretends at being brave every bully’s trait
These cannot be reasoned with madness has one cure annihilation this fight not for the faint hearted
The enemy needs a history lesson Tara, Iwo Jima; Omaha beach a brother hood reborn gun barrel strait
You posses by ideology penned by hell’s most convincing liar we come bearing truth then arms
God’s shadow first then Miss Liberty looms then the unquenchable prayers of a nation they pray for you
Peace, tranquility is worth our sacrifice you are left with a tattered rag a soiled flag marred by carnage
To bleed, true honor the making of a house of arms it will succeed in all war and conflict peace to accrue
We take God given might temper it with mercy and justice for all we are not timid in freedom’s fight
This is the my candle burning
but when I looked upon the
Jordanian pilot I saw the epitome of innocence a softness that melted the bars he was already free
before they set the flame it was to be an act that would shame him the flames were consumed by
glory a soul reaching the zenith of freedom he joined a very rare and select group martyred
instantly he grew in stature to embody all of his people forever he is part of their hearts and
minds as long as they are a people he will be at the forefront beyond life but ever close when
principal and ideals are spoken you need not to look any farther than this hero this man of dignity
and honor that put truth before personnel safety to state the importance that can never be extolled
enough all that I hold dear is confined in the border of my country it holds my God my family
the one cause that cannot be trifled with it is too dangerous and crucial to all public life
Hands of infinite filth closed the cage door in doing so they chained themselves to dishonor and
eternal damnable flames but for this soul now condemned a transformation took place the distant
pure waters of Jordan were splashing down his head and face with refreshing on the inside his
country sent fresh breezes filled with thanks and prayers of love for their native son who he was
before was changed in this hour of trial any and all errors of thought and action fell away being
replaced by resplendent glory I have over a life time seen innumerable sights in nature and in
people but this lovely man rose above them all it was telling he possessed an admirable
countenance he stepped over his previous linage into the royal house he beamed a silent
resoluteness it was pure vibrancy they didn’t take his soul when he climbed into that cockpit he
gave it to all that was dear and just but what of them this best describes their sick malevolent
existence Voltaire was a rampant Godless atheist he loved the role his whole life how he spoke
and wrote with such joy but at death he jumped from his death bed he looked across the room
and with terror almost inaudible he said I hear chains and they are for me the Devil brings them
to bind me forever these men turned to mongrel mad dogs will soon have the same end what
fools and what a man of untold courage forever he will be extolled as a man for peace and
justice
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Sadly this generation is more familiar with the death star depicted in Star Wars please let me try to
Change your mind the need for this is the war with terror an uncertain future for sure if you are
Only speaking in terms of a natural future it is dismal at best many are turned off by the true
Facts that this world is owned by a singular person that’s because your view is distorted by
Darkness languid stagnation you need to go to the edge of the universe meet the wonder of
Wonders a spectacle will leave you spellbound and speechless draw near and feel the verve
And Pulse of all light see Victoria Falls Niagara Falls but let them equal the globe in size their
Depth and breadth circles the known world instead of water envision light colors so distinctive
Ruby red Emerald green Sapphire blue just to name a few dazzling to the point of confusion in
Other words your minds grasp is exceeded introspection will be piercing the most mundane
Streets of dusty villages before thought not worth the time will reveal secrets swells of joy will
Carry you on their wings you will never view the world the same true dreams will knit
Distortions that are a plague and a Bain they have been fostered in every corner your childlike
Innocence will be restored you will find love that you think no longer exist all that ensnare the
Human community is revealed openly harnessing the light of the morning will realign and give a
True fix so much of life lies in shambles and in ruin with a clear head you will advance and not
Stumble the vexation of death will be transformed shadows will flee away a new day awaits
Pains sorrows will be accredited with unseen value no longer struggling through the mist but
Clarity will give way to adventure you will begin the climb ascend to great heights yes duty will
Still be in play but it won’t be drudgery that will be replaced with thrills stimulation you venture
Forth as kings and queens mapping your great domain anything less is insulting to you and the
Morning Star I will leave you with this so many words are spoken in this life but three are worth
More than all the rest they are of eternal significance they are I made it!
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC