(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.
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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.

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How all those stand!
Two windows  face to face
In front of an abstract day
How the waves come back!

Unspoken words come out
Err of Season flooding flowers
Spreading Smell
Spring of vain dreams

In the wet air
Mews in the distant horizon
Aloof mind spins in the compulsive time
Wants to buy what pays for

A Springtime
Restless dreams of bubbles
In a very blue sky
Playing within an unknown day

Moving with the mystic cradle
Imaginable house of cards
Keep covered with feathers
Playing within the Light and Shadow
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Before you get caught up in the rapture of romance,
Remember that the origin of every devastating heartbreak is beautiful.

The tragedy of naivety.
The calamity of familiarity.

This warning I submit to you,
Gatsby.

I'm alone, lonely in the hustling crowds.
Like a small island amidst the overwhelming oceans.
And like the waves that lash upon the shore,
They talk to me and I talk to them
But its just the words that we exchange
Not the thoughts, and never the feelings....

i wonder if they know the mystery
a conundrum of molten sentiments
an enigma of misheard or broken statements
a solitary piece of bone china, shattered on the ground

how did it happen?

that's what she asked herself in the haze
of phantoms choking her with lingering
smoky fingers of regrets and unspoken words
suffocating that tiny part of
her unscathed technicolor imagination

you know

the part that hasn't been sabotaged by visions of dramatic and morbid situations
that drip with the inky blood of the lost or escaped prisoners of old time ideas and essays
the state of the free and softly molded sparks
that dance in bright fields of constellations and galaxies
nebulas of true hope and joy
floating in a void of fear soaked thoughts

Voidness replaced with hope.
Positive lines sprouts seeds of happiness.
Growing,
        Growing inside her is a work of art.

Ambiance of mirth.
Brown eyes enchanting her soul.
Running,
        Running swiftly away with her heart.

Thoughts of confusion.
Assaults her mind.
Who?
       Who is this inglorious wanderer?

The word summons her to death.
“Where did I fail?” engrosses her.
GUILTY
       GUILTY emits as her miracle child is committed for ******.

i placed a chocolate on your desk
with a short note saying
happy valentines
and have a great week

i want to do something thoughtful
for an amazing girl like you
i hope you'll get my intent
and find this gesture simply nice

now my mind is like a troubled sea
anxiously waiting if you'll respond
afraid and nervous on what you'll say
worried if this move could end it all