Worry* is a scurvy rat
It is a man's main bane
It chews on your self esteem
It nibbles at your brain
It will take your precious time
Your energies will claim
It will hobble your very life
It will make you lame
You may try to capture it
But that is all in vain

Doubt is like a cancer
It eats at your bones
It takes breath from your very lungs
It turns your mind to stone
It makes you feel incomplete
It makes you weep and moan
Under it's all-nagging pain
You will retch and groan
It is resistant to all cures
And you cannot atone

Fear is like a little death
It turns the heart to straw
It strikes like a rattlesnake
With poison in its maw
It's like a fascist dictator
Who makes the harshest laws
It can take your greatest strength
Make it pernicious flaw
Like a sadistic doctor
With a large chainsaw!

How can a person battle
Worry, Doubt and Fear?
How can our lives get better?
How can we have cheer?
Jack Daniels has no answer
It's not Budweiser beer...

It may be elusive
At first just like a wraith
But once you have a hold on it

The answer is our *FAITH.*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/27/2016

Dark blue was her dress,
Deep brown was her hair.
Her long flowy locks blew in the wind,
The sun shined on her luminous copper
skin. She walked through the valley. She strutted across on the tress.
Walking tall, she never put down her chin.


She had watched her all along......she just had to stop and stare.
She asked her for a smoke, she asked her for a light. She gave it quickly thinking I've never seen a madien oh so fair.


Bright red was her dress. Sun kissed blonde was her hair
Her short curly locks pulled off her face. She perferred the shade to protect her ivory skin. She went through the valley, she walked on the tress.
And thats when she saw her she had to stop and stare.


Suddenly she saw her with that red dress.
Thinking to herself "I'm happy I decided to take this awful tress." I've never seen a madien oh so fair. I'll ask her for a smoke, I'll borrow a light.


Then they became inseparable
They both felt wonderful.

They both wore a white dress, they both adored their hair.
They sailed across the ocean, they went across the sea.
They danced barefoot in the sand, they danced on the beach.
And now the world knows fate put them hand in hand.




-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016