Blind in the dark, running forward with conviction
Certain of prediction to become truth,
My sight is limited - stinted - narrowed - tunneled. Words spell out fear.
Alone in the dark, running out of time,
Divine hope comes crashing and crumpling to a halt.
My mind tells me it's just fell deeds of fallacy,
But repetition turns into tendency.
Tendency to history.
History to human nature.

[an imagined monologue of an elderly lady]

It's taken me a while to think
To think what I wanted to ­say
Did you put the note out for the milkman?
I'm sorry. It's jus­t, I need to pay
You know how it is, the way 
some people just wa­nt me to go 
You know, you've got your own life, so
Don't feel yo­u have to stay
I think I'm just in the way
Perhaps it'd be better­ if I just...
Is that the milkman? I need to pay
Is it Thursday o­r Friday today?
Dear they all seem the same 
What was I saying? 
­Oh nevermind. Pass my my purse, dear
have I got the money for Ray­?
I think I'll just be going, now
There's no reason really to sta­y
That's it. Put it back on the tray, dear
So I was saying, what ­I wanted to say
Oh it's taken me a while to think
To think what I­ wanted to say
Do you think that God will accept me?
I still some­times kneel to pray
But then I cannot get up, dear
If my stick's ­left too far away
There's not enough money you say?
Oh, then how ­will I pay?
Oh, then how will I pay?
That's what I wanted to say
­

For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God 
is et­ernal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 6:23

When I am gone and one, or two
Are huddled on a funeral pew
Then ­this one thing I ask of you
Don't lie about the man you knew

For­ by the bloating of my name
You'll nullify the one who came
Who b­ore the fullness of my blame
And died in such disgraceful shame

­Know that every sin which you recall
Those times I drove you up t­he wall
My secret sins made these look small
Their evil horror wo­uld appal

Yet every crime against my king
Was matched by grace a­stonishing
Every joy a gift releasing
Freedom from my sin convict­ing

For long before the world began 
My God had forged a stunnin­g plan
Despite the dirt of my life's span
The great God loved thi­s sinful man

So mourn or shrug as you feel right
But do not fret­ about your plight
My God will keep you in his sight
A glorious h­elp in darkest night

When I am gone and one or two
Are huddled o­n a funeral pew
Lift up your eyes and look anew
For Jesus Christ ­is calling you

Lord I hang my head in shame
How silently you took the blame
How you cried with anguished voice
Rejected and in pain

And Lord I ask that my life's theme
May not be sinful and obscene
But rather as your Spirit leads
Be that of sinner washing clean

I look around at friends and peers
With trivia they dull their feers
And ask that they would know that love
That calls them still with passion dear

I am afraid, and weak, and poor
But I will look to you the more
For you O Lord are all I need
And where I go, you go before

Keep me Lord 'till we shall meet
'Till I can worship at your feet
You're all I am and have and need
Your salvation, sin's defeat

The wooden cross, the cruel nails
The 'King of Kings' hangs tired and pale
They lift you up for all to see
I scoffed as you looked down at me

God turned away. He could not look
His own dear son hung, as a crook
Alone you bore my penalty
I sneered as you looked down at me

But he was raised, from death set free
He broke the chains reserved for me
And then you called through history
My spirit wept as you called me

I saw my sin that held you there
My selfish life that didn't care
You whispered quietly to me
So I will sing because I'm free

You gave your splendour
I watched TV
You gave your nobility
I fought for me
You gave your honour
I bought my pride
You gave your majesty
I lied

You gave your power
I failed to speak
You gave your glory
I called you a freak
You gave your dignity
I walked by
You gave your all
I gave nothing
Nothing at all.

I know how God wants me to live
and in my mind, my all I give
But my intentions through the day
Are countered by a call to stray

Faced with sugar-coated sin
My feeble will it soon caves in
My concience dulled, I do not see
The man who hung upon a tree

I blindly walk into the flame
Until at last he calls my name
Arrested by the words he taught
I'm taken to the highest court

Before the judge my crimes are laid
But 'cross the top is written 'PAID'
The judge is looking straight at me
'Your debt is paid. You are now free.'

He offers clothes of perfect white
But I'm not sure I heard him right
'I can't be free. I've failed too much'
Subbon I ignore his touch

And insisting that my cause is lost
I leave to build myself a cross.

Quietly, I bow in Your awesome presence.
Quietly, I listen to Your voice calming my spirit.
Quietly, I feel Your arms of love surround me.
Quietly, I sit as tears of Joy flow through my soul.
Quietly, quietly.

Quietly, my soul cries out as Your Joy lifts my spirit.
Quietly, my heart sings of Your Glory and Majesty.
Quietly, I experience the Love that only You Oh Lord can  give.
Quietly, peace settles over me in the aloneness with You.
Quietly, quietly.

Quietly, Lord, You are the still small voice in the storms of time.
Quietly, I wait for You to move in my spirit.
Quietly, I wait to receive Your direction for me to live.
Quietly, Your love engulfs me, my spirit soars to the utmost heights.
Quietly, quietly.

Innocence and Beauty
Peace and Grace
Eyes of fire, soul eternal

Child of the light
Come down to steal our hearts

Every inch as human as can be
Soft skin, tiny toes, little nose

Every day to grow and learn and change
While moulding your very world
Every ounce of life to cherish
Each moment more important than the last

Our love for you, unconditional
will only continue to grow

Every corner of our hearts
Will hold a piece of you forever

(This poem was written during the first year of the war.)

Lay me down to sleep
Before they push the button.

This ***** ain't tryin to wait for his own self destruction!

People really want peace
but you gotta have war,
because it pays the invoices
made by the White House imposed choices.

We need to be United
but politics and hypocrites
always remind us
that history repeats itself.

As it turns out
itself repeats history.
Repeats history
Repeats HIS - STORY!

It ain't a mystery!
You know what goes on in Capital hill!

What country pays its government more then the people who's supposed to be runnin it?
We do! America!

**** politics!

We down right greedy!
We got plenty to feed the needy!

But we'd rather spend tax payers money
to bomb a country
that at peace
I would like to be.

****-it, if I'm wrong!
Bush, please send my Mom and Dad home.

Realize that judgment day is comin'
and the truth untellers on the hill
are the first ones hit
when God's wrath comes down rumblin.

I got somethin' on my mind
so I speak to you.

God help us
when it comes time to be with you.

You can only tell a lie for so long
before the truth sees the light.

That's when karma
puts it on ya'
and explains your persona
so that people see through your tainted ora.

Life is like a Pandora -
boxed with centuries of pandemonium and disorder.

Blessed are those who are weak
God, to you I speak.

THIS IS AMERICA CALLIN'!!


Thank you for reading!


Amaru
www.twitter.com/therealamaru

Each morning that begins, I think of you.
With every step and breath I take, I think of you.
There isn't a single moment that you are not on my mind.

You're my best friend; my lover.
I knew it the first day I met you.
It was truly, love at first sight--don't deny it.

Those eyes; deep auburn delights--
I could stare at them for hours on end.
Making me numb from head to toe.

Your touch is like being caressed by an angel.
Your presence is a blessing from the sky.
The universe has lost its' angel; its' star from above,
And brought him down to earth--for me.

I love you, there is no doubt about it.
I know what the future holds for me...
You...

Are my forever;
My strength to get through the day.
My forever love and my forever best friend.
Please, don't go...

God help me to understand
I don’t know where I stand
Feeling like this is my end.

I was raised to believe
Praying every single eve
For me this world to leave.

I never gave up on you
Praying, asking what to do
But I was left with no clue.

I’m bored talking to myself
As if the mighty turned deaf
Or maybe you’re just a weak elf.

So forgive me if I don’t believe
For me you’re always on a leave
When I needed you from my pain to relieve.