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Dec 2012 · 4.1k
the lime light
The glamour and glistening, the perfect touch,
the sound of applause at the runway strut.
The cloths the fashion, I love it all,
my favorite past time; the shopping mall.
when I go out into the light,
my looks tern heads. oh what a plight.
This was written for a friend.
Dec 2012 · 422
Sadness to come
The silent night speaks to my soul,
as I hear the crickets and the thunder roll,
I look off to the eastern sky,
the rain will come soon like tears from from my eyes,
I feel the burden of the clouds to come,
The past is a muse for why I'm so glum,
the wind picks up as the moon becomes covered,
my soul cries out for my dear dieing mother.
sometimes you got to role with your muse even if you have no idea why you wrote it.
Dec 2012 · 552
Greater God Than I Knew
God your far greater than ever I knew, than when first I asked for forgiveness from you.

Emblazoned and emboldened, ignited and aghast, that never I knew your love was so vast.

My new hope, my cry!, my plea!, is salvation be shown to all who I see.
Your love your grace your wisdom your power, will never again I ever dishonor.

For salvation is the greatest gift that I see, than ever there was a gift given to me.
My load is now light, my burdens are gone, now taken away by my savior your son.
Dec 2012 · 1.3k
God painted the sky today
A sea of gray and white
and spots of blue so bright
with beams of shining light
oh what a wondrous sight

The rain did trickle down
though sun shown all around
I spoke not but a sound
to disturb the peace I'd found.
true story
Dec 2012 · 676
Just another love song
There ain’t no potion strong enough,
to cure the spell I’m under,
And baby when you’re gone,
it tears my heart asunder.

~Under this curse I cannot lie
Lovin' you forever til' the day I die
forever until the day I die.
forever until the day I die.~

There ain’t no science book.
and there ain’t no magic cure.
well all I know is baby,
I feel better when you’re near.

~Under this curse I cannot lie
Lovin' you forever til' the day I die
forever until the day I die.
forever until the day I die.~

Every moment that I hold ya,
is a moment I adore,
and baby when you kiss me,
I love you even more.

~Under this curse I cannot lie
Lovin' you forever til' the day I die
forever until the day I die.
forever until the day I die.~

Your love is like a drug,
and girl you got me hooked,
been trying to break this habit,
for longer than it looks.

~Under this curse I cannot lie
Lovin' you forever til' the day I die
forever until the day I die.
forever until the day I die.~

there ain’t no power strong enough,
ain’t no fire you could quell
to ever keep me from loving you
in case you couldn’t tell.
chorus found. still needs work.
Dec 2012 · 289
The world is full of poets
The world is full of poets,
I think most though can just stow it,
For many love to blow it,
but simply do not know it.
What shall I liken your power to Lord?, the strength of an ox?
NO! God thy power is like thy love.

Thy wisdom Father shall I compare it to the knowledge of man?
NO! Father thy wisdom is like thy love.

Thy glory Father shall I compare it to the light of the sun?
NO! Lord thy glory is like thy love.

And why Father do I compare theses things to thy love. . .
thy love . . . is infinite.
I was  burdened with writing a poem of praise to God as a being but I failed to find anything on this earth to compare to his greatness.
But then the epiphany struck me like lightning. I could use the fact that everything is in inadequate to God to describe his greatness.
Dec 2012 · 2.2k
A night to remember
With a breeze she caressed my body like tender kisses, warm and soft to the touch.

I closed my eye's as she ran her fingers through my hair and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

Opening my eyes I looked into her golden face so bright and beautiful,
her dark hair glittering mysteriously,
and though I'd seen her many times before,
my breath caught in my throat as I realized how beautiful she really was.

I could only hope the next night would be as wonderful as this one.
It's not a women.
Dec 2012 · 664
Wings of fate
Air the battle grim
the angels do preside,
brave men upon their wings
to victory they ride.

Men toasting every night
the battles of each day,
for with every battle won
there is a price to pay.

And of the widows and the orphans,
who has heard their pleas?,
Though angels watch over men,
who watches over these?

Of the souls that die,
where does there spirit go?
Unto the heavens above
or into the ground below?

The answer to these questions,
The answer to these qualms,
are surely sorted out,
by Jesus and his palms.
One of the first poems I ever wrote.

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