If were an alarm clock I would totally spend my spare time scaring the crap out of people at 3AM










or like, if they smack me when they hit snooze I smack them back.

There are many faces of                                                                                          That is called poverty ...                                                                                           All poverty's faces are ugly                                                                                      Simply because that's the way with it ...                                                                No one likes poverty ,but                                                                                         It's over there ...                                                                                                        As long as poverty prevails,then                                                                             There are poor people                                                                                               Anywhere and everywhere ...                                                                               _____________________

There are waves that                                                                                                Look like mountains and                                                                                         There are mountains that                                                                                       Look like waves ...                                                                                                    There are clouds that                                                                                                Look like winds and                                                                                                Winds that look like clouds ...                                                                                 There are seas that                                                                                                    Like like skies and                                                                                                     There are skies that                                                                                                         look like seas ...                                                                                                     There are many images                                                                                       In life that look like other images                                                                        Here and there ...................... .

I love you
             The way
       the sun
Loves
          the moon

Never together

       At a distance

              Always and *forever

My skin is cold as thawing ice
frozen, fixed, and bleak
the world is broken under my feet
where did life go so wrong
I’m boxed six feet deep
in a dark crumpled creep
dreams mascaraed as light
forbidden light I can not see
one day my past appears
in my treasured hope
from once shinning eyes
how the hours past me by
in this requiem a song
chiming in the wind of time
tempered like stained glass
forever, forever at last
Shouts of Barabus, say not!
low my soul tis not I, behold
the cross, rising on the hill
Golgotha the blood running
A lamb before the slaughter
“Screams” of He died! He Lied!
I…silently died with him too
At his feet nailed and bent
I hear a shuttered cry
“Forgive them they know not what they do”
My brokenness once firmly in the ground
rises quickly bursting in light
Alas my King, my God tis you
every prayer spoken is true
The golden streets I craved
mine, all for the life you gave
BB2015