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I could go and open that Bible on my shelf
But I don't mind the coping
I'll keep these troubles to myself
Troubled nights are longer
Waning desperately
These blues are getting stronger
And they won't let me be

There's a church house over yonder
Out past the winding bend
For ne'er-do-wells and lesser men
Where they say freedom lives apart from sin
You can die there too and live again

Should have changed my ways
Released my pride before the slide

But there's only so many Sundays
Always six days ahead or six days behind
When you're serving yourself faith is harder to find
And after the fall you're just too weary to climb
There's only so many Sundays
With six days ahead and six days behind

I don't know nothin' of forgiveness or hope
But I know a little somethin'
About the end of a rope
I can take this pain
Embrace it endlessly
Never mind the rain
It keeps me company

There's a church house over yonder
Out past the winding bend
For ne'er-do-wells and lesser men
Where they say freedom lives apart from sin
You can die there too and live again

Should have changed my ways
Released my pride before the slide

But there's only so many Sundays
Always six days ahead or six days behind
When you're serving yourself faith is harder to find
And after the fall you're just too weary to climb
There's only so many Sundays
With six days ahead and six days behind
This is a song.
O Lord, we whom believe are new Creatures in you Jesus.
We live by your promises, that you have given to us God.
Through the power of your Holy Spirit that lives within us.
I thank you for everything that was done for us on the cross.
We shall allow you to use us as well as our gifts here Lord.
To reveal you to those that are seeking you seriously God.
We know that all of your ways are the right way to live.
By trusting you alone to carry us to the finish line here.
So that we may hear you say well done my child well done.
 Apr 2016 J B Moore
Polar
Take me on a journey

Whisked away by your poetry

Let me exhale my mind

And be at one with your kind.

Lead me away like the fey

To poetry journalists

And HB specialists

Who like Toreinss Pinwinkle

Sprinkle fairy dust upon words and phrases

Until all who gazes are stunned.

Take me to where sk abdul

ski slopes

Where words formed

With ice cold precision

Fall soft as snowflakes

Forming landscapes in my mind.

My mind wanders with Luiz

Until with an elbow crack, I’m back

Tuned in a spin, by Ryn

Heeding Laurent’s call

Away from the dark places Mr Woods may take me

To be at one with the shadow in the dark,

Because as someone anonymous once said

“it’s sometimes light

but can be dark

as poetry is not

just a walk in the park”.
Just a small tribute to some of my favourite poets at HP.  To the many I have missed, I hope to catch you next time!
 Mar 2016 J B Moore
Nathan
Want
 Mar 2016 J B Moore
Nathan
I want back what I have lost.
To be whole once more,
To find the piece that fits.
I can't feel much;
But what I can,
Is just enough
To get up again.
The hope that tomorrow,
I'll find someone new,
To help me place the pieces;
To show me love again
 Feb 2016 J B Moore
ryn
Chemistry
 Feb 2016 J B Moore
ryn
.
                         
O         
         o       o
O          
                  O      o        
O    
•fill our beak-
er with un-
told chem-
icals•com-
patible  so-
lvents that
fizz... with
bubbles•m-
ix them in to get
the most homogene-
ous of solutions•introdu-
ce heat in the likes of passion
•never a clean reaction, there will
be residue• never right the first time,
failed attempts will be a few......• but once
distilled from undesirable impurity•........then
handle the mixture with utmost sensitivity........•
you'll get a result that can't be bought with money•
because this love in our hearts is the product of



pure chemistry

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I sit here pondering on what I should write
My mind goes left
My mind goes right
The left is all unicorns, fantasies, and such
The right holds a more scientific touch
My left is screaming love and lust
While my right states clearly
Honestly, you are not ready to trust
So on to the pen and parchment I write
While my thoughts go left
Then turn and take a sharp right
Which part of your grey matter will you follow?
 Feb 2016 J B Moore
GaryFairy
I am not one to treat a beast decent
but I've fed that demon as of recent
this creature eats my peaceful pieces
with hate increased, my whole decreases
no more free meals
Narcolepsy* hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
            Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
    I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you

         I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
        I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
                 The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
   On constant playback every second deep within my brain

        I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
        I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
    I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
              Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow

    
Narcolepsy** hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
     Another pill, another high, another date to keep
      If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
    Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through
 Feb 2016 J B Moore
Torin
We are stars
That slowly drift apart
Letting our love be consumed by the dark
I want to go back to the begining
The begining of it all
I need to see when the stars were made
To see when it was that I did fall

I want to go back to that time
When all was right and well
I want to touch the moon, caress her face
She, in my ear, her secrets did tell

I want to go back to that time and day
When all love rang true
The day when the galaxies did collide
I want back the day I met you
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