The stars are magnificent tonight. The streetlights seem ghostly.   It is a cool night.  And I hear the owls. I write as I walk. Listening to random songs.  All of you whom are reading this are walking with me also. It could be around your block. Or in your yard. It could be outside somewhere or in your mind.  My two dogs walk beside me.  Black specs in the moonlight. Who else is walking with us?  I would like for you to tell me.

mirror, mirror on the wall...
what the HELL happened?!

I know that you hurt, as well as rejected.
We all have our crosses and sufferings.
Christ was loved by the sinners of Israel.
While being rejected by those that are worldly.
Yet he still carried the cross and was hung on it.
To be seen by all, they miss Christ completely.
They thought that they won, but they lost.
For this was the reason he became a man.
To save that which was lost and open the eyes of the blind.
Also to make blind the eyes that saw him.

Beauty is a state
Of mind. But all of our minds
Have been corrupted.

People are like books you can’t judge them by their covers,
Everyone has their own unique beauty than others.

You don’t know their story till you open the first page and start reading what it’s about,
As their words fill your eyes like 3D popping out.

So before you start judging open their books first,
Getting to know someone can always be pleasant or it can be for the worst.

**By Jacob Cuadro

(Just Passing Through)
09-08-2005 J.L. Stevens

This jail is not my home,
I ‘m just a passing through.
Since Jesus touched my life,
Lord, What more can I do.
Your love has rescued me,
Gives me peace in my life.
Lord, help me to walk the path,
Free of trouble and strife.
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When freedom beckons me
As I walk out through the door.
Lord, guide me on my journey,
I’ll trust you evermore.
May I choose to do Your will,
When temptation comes my way.
Lord, I know You are with me,
As I walk with You this day.
—— (chorus)—————-
When Jesus called my name,
My life was changed that day.
I walk and talk with Him,
I chose to follow and obey.
I am trusting in the Lord,
To open wide the door.
For I don’t feel at home,
In this jail any more.

Afraid of the rifle fire, he had

Crouched all day in the dirt,

A dull fellow at the best of times.

Ricocheting bullets bolted to the air

Surfing the wind, screaming

Abuse like ill-disciplined relatives

Arriving for an impromptu visit.

One shattered his head-there it was,

There were its remnants-

Greasy insubstantial grey matter that

Contained his soul.  

An end to drinks in the pub

The love of his wife

The smiles of his children

Holidays in Benidorm with the In-Laws

Paella by the swimming pool.

One bullet, not even new, put an end to a contented life.

In the End, the Faithful were rewarded,
But there were just a few.
In the End, most screamed with terror,
As the guilty always do.
In the End, there was a final vote,
And we thought consensus ruled,
But in the End, the voting over,
We discovered we were fooled.

In the End, we ran for shelter,
There was none there to be found;
All the Faithful had secured it;
For they were Heaven-bound.
As the flames lept all around us,
We begged forgiveness from our Lord
In a Hell of our own makng,
With riches saved we can’t afford.

For the riches we were chasing,
Stole the goodness from our soul.
All the gold and all the silver
Melted into worthless coal,
And I stood and watched with sadness
Knowing I had had my chance
As the flames lept all around me,
Hell’s eternal damning dance.
PwL  3/19/16