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 Nov 2015
Joseph Paris
There is no hope in small no-name towns.
I've lost my loves in small no-claim towns.
'Round the church bend, the lambs on the hill,
I am reminded that I love her still.

Dead in every warm shade of brown,
First by your side in the deadly small town.
'Round the church bend, the lambs on the hill,
I left my heart by the old steel mill.

Nothing can last in the small no-name town,
I built a past in our small no-claim town.
'Round the church bend, the lambs on the hill,
I can't forget that I love her still.
**You can substitute 'him' for 'her'.
I'm sure we are many who know this experience.
We acquire the target of our curiosity simultaneously , each other , both committed to revealing our loneliness to compassionate ear , a gentle touch , a long gaze into our souls by moonlight , touring cool , damp city streets , our hands clenched as one , silence speaks volumes to wounded hearts , the losers are victorious this evening , a warm home is the reward for a long cold journey , relish these epochs for they are fleeting indeed , passion for one another reveals the short time we've been allotted upon this Earth , hold this morning the remainder of your days , a light upon your path together , flesh having received deaths invite from it's very inception , love endures forever and a day !
Copyright October 27 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Help me to reveal you in every situation.
Help me to love all people that comes near me.
Help the Love that you have place within my heart.
To always overwhelms those before me O God.
Help me to help others no matter who they are.
Because you did not come to the earth to help...
Those whom wanted your  help but to help.
Open the eyes of even those that despise you.
For everyone has a choice to call upon you like Paul.
The apostle that you had use mightily here on the earth.
 Nov 2015
Jimmy Hegan
Just one touch as He moves along,
Pushed and pressed by the jostling throng,
Just one touch and the weak are strong,
Cured by the Healer divine.

Just one touch as the He passes by,
He will list to the faintest  cry,
Come and be saved while the Lord is nigh,
Christ is the Healer divine.

Just one touch and He makes me whole,
Speaks sweet peace to my sin sick soul,
At His feet all my burdens roll,
Cured by the Healer divine.

Just one touch and the work is done,
I am saved  by the blessed Son,
I  will  sing while the ages run,
Cured by the Healer divine.

Just one touch and He turns to me,
O, the love in His eyes I see,
I am His for He hears my plea,
Cured by the Healer divine.

Just one touch by the Saviour great,
He will hear thee, upon Him wait,
Own your guilt and your sins forsake,
Cured by the Healer divine.

Just one touch by His mighty power,
He can heal thee this very hour;
Give sweet peace , though the tempests low'r,
Cured by the Healer divine.
 Nov 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
Revering all holy vessels
manifest and blessed
may this heart
held inside us
harbour
God's
Divine Light
May this heart
held inside us
learn to become
a chalice
for
our own
unconditional love
For all of our dear ones facing illness, and for all of us wishing
to offer the best of ourselves.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Nov 2015
Sjr1000
A ghost town stands in the Eastern Sierra
just up the road from ancient Mono Lake
A long dirt road, you have to take

Now a dead mining town with its buildings
still intact,
There were riches everywhere,
once it boomed and roared.
The bad man from Bodie, he was once called.

But between the winters,
the end of timber,
the mines ran dry
a killing every night,
There is silence now,
All those riches returned to sand.

Oh, America,

It's the killings
everyday
every night.

Where America, I ask of thee
Where America, does all this violence breed?
So many on the ground to bleed.

42,000 shot
and still counting
killings everyday
killings every night.

America
oh America
Where does it come from
all of this rage?

Frustration
Anger
Cold blooded eyes

Harsh life
in the boom town
Hard to get it right?

The Old West
is
the New West
life is short and desperate

Another shot rings out in the night.

We're all dancing as fast as we can
or in the can
numbed out by alcohol, speed and ******,
eyes buried deep inside electronics.
Anything to make it all right
as the walls close in.

Depression they say
is violence and homicide
turned inwards instead.

The Old West had the Civil War
The New West has its
endless wars

here we go again.

We're all alone
in this world
that's for sure.

It hurts my heart
to hear her say,
"Goodbye God, we're going to the old USA"
"Goodbye God, we're going to Bodie" was reportedly said by a young girl whose family was heading to Bodie to live.
 Oct 2015
r
He stuck two sticks in the mud
Forked like a moccasins's tongue
To hold both poles while we smoked
Camels we stole from the coal
Truck man and drank homemade
Wine swapped for a knife and a dollar
To the drunk up the holler and a can
Of sweet corn ten years old still dusty
And rusted but the trout hit it hard
Anyway like slow flies on a slow
Golden Saturday a long time ago.
In memory of my brother Barry.
 Oct 2015
Pax
I feel like crying
some few tears will do
to wash away the dark
cloud I harbor
At my back.

sometimes I needed this, to be able to stay strong and stay on track through life. I remember last year, how I cried out my life's worries, now seems like its field up somehow. Its good to cry you know, I cry it out, alone in my quarters. I don't mind as long as it relieves me afterwards, then I am okay.
 Oct 2015
Jimmy Hegan

Smile  are very few words to spell
but gives big impact  in our life,
Smile  gives fabulous ****** effects to our face
Smile  are better laughing exercise.
When we are sad or angry , smile  removes every tension;
Smile removes every sadness
and gives happiness to our faces;
Smile are good weapons for human kind,
To impress charming girl we give fantastic smile,
To eradicate serious situation  from life ,smile is necessary.

Sometimes my heart aches, thinking about those that I got close to.
But they went away, without me reaching out to them about God.
I fail to minster to them , and now I feel ashamed that I fail them.
When I think about all those people whom made a difference in my life.
But I fail to make a difference in their lives while they were here.
So many people that needed Jesus but I fail back then to minster.
So now here I am missing being able to have been their true friend.
For now I try to Love with Agape Love, but I fail back then to.
I just am feeling so blue because I miss being able to minster to them.
The way that I should had, so tonight I pray one more time for others.
In brown eyes , flame beckons oxygen from all directions , the vacuum filled by shrieking winds ! Soil receiving the dead , corruption intermingled with Earths biochemistry , perpetual change , continuity , rebirth ! Blistering days , sun shower in the heat of day , thirsting for cool waters , quenched by the marriage of fire and ice , high above naked lovers ! Rapture ! Hope of the flowers that bloom in Spring .. Honeybees spread the chemical cues of life eternal , abundant and constant . In brown eyes on a cool Winters day !
Copyright October 17 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015
kenny Diamond
The  battle  inside but  never forgotten
So many streps to see the light
The pain that over took my body
I felt so alone deep inside
The tears that stained my heart
The drug to **** what was killing me
At times i felt so lost  on this road
The hope that always flew threw my body
The image that no one  wanted to see
In the end i beat cancer.
My battle with cancer and i am  five years cancer free
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