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 Dec 2012 For the Sparrows
Marian
My Friend is Jesus,
Because He died for me and,
He died for you too!!

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~Marian~
Jesus died for me and you! Always believe in Him!!
If you're not one of His Children then now is the time to be His Child!!
 Dec 2012 For the Sparrows
AK93
I know its too early, it may be too late
but i cant go on knowing that i control my fate
just to sit alone all the time
not doing much, not a bad thing
but theres so much more that my actions could bring
i could teach children to write, help them learn how to sing
as long as they wont end up like i have
i lazilly wandered off the simple path
ease of mind has become a rare finding
the clouds overhead are always reminding
and even when dreaming i cant find a feeling
but on a rare occasion
when i want to give in
i remember you saying that we wont always win
but theres many more hands that are left to be dealt
and there are many more loves out there waiting to be felt
maybe tomorrow ill remember your words
but all of this will just get lost with the birds
its morning already and my heart has been steady
a night of panic averted and my morals deserted
I cant help but think that isnt wrong
its always bad timing when I need to be strong
maybe its late but its never to early
to get back on the path and continue the journey
 Dec 2012 For the Sparrows
Anon C
She cast her eyes to the unrealistic shore
"There" Says she, "That is where I wish to be"
Whisk her away across torrential seas
Amidst squalls and high waters
Another world she wishes to exist in
A world envisioned so free of pain
Where every being has a soul mate
None feel the anguish of this life
Some would seek to call it heaven
She guesses this is an acceptable assumption
As long as we will dance
A true love for us all
No more screams of loneliness
She lets her dreams stray...
*To the shore so very far away
hey you, looking like a boy
with an ankle rolled and sore
i'll kiss it, with my words.

hey you, silent in that voice
eyes as bright as an asteroid
let me tell you what your worth.

hey you, feeling all alone
well you aren' the only one.
stay strong.

yes, you.
Come join the network with me -
Watch your friends in the freak tent, see,
See their pictures when drunk,
Their reactions when dumped,

Just sign here to... 'tacitly' agree.
And then there was one,
From once when there was two.
A character in darkness,
Much in the same way as your likeness.
Foot passed before the other,
But then foot stepped under,
From up above eyes spotted thee,
Above the others who also walked under sea.
Ropes angled at stars.
But where do they lead?
You, your mother's seed,
Exist for a need.
The way past.
It is not wide but narrow,
The skies more than the seas are not deep but shallow.
Food sold and not eaten,
Just to make cake.
Horsepower, 28"s and heating
That's what is at stake.
Minds corrupted by "need"
Wise words they choose not to heed.
Encouragement given to seed,
To follow but never to lead.
Age given before their time,
Influenced by lyric and rhyme.
Many climb the ropes,
Many of them fall,
Many reach the skies of gold,
But then fail to love at all.
 Dec 2012 For the Sparrows
Marian
As I wait for Daddy,
I am always hoping to be awake to greet my little laddie,
To always meet him at the door;
I hope to stay up one hour more!

To be there and him greet,
And at the front door meet,
Each time he leaves the house;
When he comes back I love following him around like a little mouse!!

It is something I have always done,
Even at rising or setting of the sun,
Sometimes it maybe afternoon or night;
To be there when he comes and say a sentence bright!!

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~Marian~
For my Daddy!! I am usually at the door when he comes home from a men's meeting or when he takes the trash to the dump but I always greet him at the door!! I always have and hope to always do so!!
The glass felt cool against her cheek
And she wondered when the day would end
The train was moving, racing away
But she was not gone
No, she was not gone

She closed her eyes, shut out the world
They pushed back in with vengeance
And she could not leave them behind
They stayed on her like an overcoat
And they dragged her to her knees

Crying now, she tries to think of
Happy thoughts. None will come
Her red balloon has popped
She hated the thing
She hated the world

They gave her problems and pain
More than she wanted
More than she needed
They assaulted and drugged her
With their words and sights and sounds

She opened her eyes
The world was still there
She blinked and tried to disappear
But she was not gone
No, she was not gone
nos•tal•gia |näˈstaljə; nə-|
noun
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations



happy personal associations...
                                                 ­                                                                                  ­         you
typically for a period or place...
                                                        ­                                                                last year...in love
a sentimental long or wistful affection...
                                                    ­                                                        my heart constantly aches
for the past...
                                                         ­                                                             *we had everything
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