On Bended Knees with tearful eyes in a quiet lonely place, a broken soul soundly pleads asking for heaven's Grace. The wounding is deep and the pain will not go away. The world does not understand ,or does it even care. Yet when the silent prayer reaches heaven, it is a thundering echo there. Before the throne of God Satan trembels in fear as the gates of hell are rattled buy simple silent prayer.

If you see something that you find different is it ugly or pretty to you. If you see someone that is different, how do you judge their worth? If someone does not have the traits that are attractive to you, are they unpleasing to see. Where does beauty lie? Is it inside of a person or a thing. Something that might be an ugly rock can be polished into a beautiful gem. A person who is awkward at one point might be graceful at another. Where does beauty lie?  Is there a set scale that truly measure it, or are there many things that must be accounted for? Where does beauty lie?

Platitudes from a silver tongue sooth the worries. High minded promise fill the hearts of many. Things that seem bright are often found empty. Hollow words that promise everything but deliver nothing. So many pretty things that entice and please the ear. Until the platitudes fail and the plan unravels. Then the harsh truth becomes clear that the words are empty after all.

In his will I will be tested. In his will I will face trials. In his will I shall over come. In his will I will find safe haven. In his will I will know triumph. In his will I shall find guidance. In his will I will be made as gold and silver purified in the fire. In his will all things will be possible. In Gods will I shall prevail and receive comfort and in the end a crown. So though I must walk a straight path and sometimes stumble, I know that I will find forgiveness and loving kindness in his will.

On foreign fields and on streets back home. I wear a uniform and I am not alone. Brothers and sisters wear it and keep watch with me. We are vigilant on land, in the air and at sea. Our colors fly high, even though we are not always seen. We can be stealthy to take the enemy by surprise. Sometimes we want to be seen, so that others will realize. Coming after our freedom will carry a heavy price, even if it may cost some of us our lives. So when you see my brothers, sisters and me. Remember that no matter what the price, we will keep you free.

Love has no agenda, it sees no racial lines. When two hearts cross each other all things become invisible. Only the joy of finding another of like passion is known. Crowns are forsaken, families are denied and positions are forgotten all because love knows no lines.

I cut and slash and rage at your picture. I kindle fire to do great harm in anger. My heart breaks in a thousand pieces and the blood runs red from my wrist. The scars that you can see are not as deep as the ones on the wounds that you cannot see. My heart is cut deeper than my wrist or your picture. Was I not good enough for you, was I not pretty enough. Did not love you enough. What made you turn my passionate love for you into a violent hate that wants to consume me at the same time drives me to long for you to even use me again, for being used by you is better than not being with you at all.

Be patient and let me begin. Let me strip away the layers of who I am. Let me show you the complex disguise I use to hide my scars and pain. Let me take away the battle armor that protects my inner self. Let me remove the barriers to who I really am, let me disrobe for you so you may know the real me.

I keep it locked deep inside of me. I seldom let it speak. When it does it confuses me. It screams at me and rages for no reason at all. I keep it locked away deep inside of me. I smile politely to most people when the voice inside me wants to scream obscenities at them. I do not know why it does, I just no I can't let it out. It warns me when I am being stupid, but I seldom listen. It tries to get me to do things I do not want to do, but it says are fun. I keep up appearances, but I grow tired of putting on a show. I keep it locked up deep inside of me, but my inner voice is clawing its way out.

From sententious curves to full lips. From dark hair to ***** blonde. With pail blue eyes or dark brown, be at peace with yourself. From a case of the giggles to a kitten sneeze, know that you are special. Beauty is subjective and you are truly beautiful. In your own way, you hold beauty. You were created and made unique. You are special in so many ways. Be confident with who you are. Always love yourself.

I have on two different socks and my shoes don't match. I left my coffee cup on top of my car and I can't get to work on time for a month. My boss wants to give me a drug test, my mother thinks I am sick. My coworkers are not sure what the problem is. I fumble in my speech and I day dream a lot. I must admit, I have thought that I am coming down with something myself. Then the clock rolls to 5 pm and my sanity returns. I am focused and alert, for I have a pressing engagement that I must attend to. Moving through traffic like some futuristic machine, I make it home in record time. There to find a wonderful girl waiting for me. The truth be told, I am not mad I am just in love.

The battle has been long and hard fought. I have lived fearful that I would be seen as weak. I have struggled with my own pride and wrestled with an aching heart, but at last I have come to wonder why I even fought. Looking into eyes soft and welcoming, I realize that I could only fight in vain. Your passion is as over whelming as the fragrance of a field of Lilly's. Your depth of caring rivals the deepest ocean. In utter exhaustion from the emotional struggle, but at last in complete peace, I surrender to love and to a part of myself that I never knew that I was missing.

I was out walking when I saw an old woman. She was walking with a cane. When I started to speak to her, I saw that as he had a child by the hand . she was comforting the little one and telling them it would be ok. I was looking at the news just the other day,when I saw the most amazing thing. Children were out singing at an old folks home, and took the time to pray. I could swear that in the back ground I saw an old woman but this time she had no cane. She just looked at me and smiled, then in a blink, she was gone from the scene. Though I can't prove it, I'm sure she was an angel, even though I never saw her wings.

Beneath the ground you walk on, in dark crevices and cracks. Things creep and move with little concept of time. Stones sit idly for eons of time waiting for the earth to shift and groan. A niche is carved out and a pool of water forms. Things begin to grow and flourish around the pool in the dark deep recesses of the earth. Life finds a way in the harshest of places. In deep caves where it seems impossible for it to exist. As we scurry around like bacteria in a plastic dish, life evolves, lives and dies all around us, while we are seldom aware of the secrets the caves, and natural subterranean world holds above and beyond what we can know and understand.

I have many imperfections and faults to my credit. I have little in the way of perfection. I am often temperamental and judgmental. I put on airs but I am really insecure. Despite what I may accomplish, I am sometimes unsure of myself. I want to do better, I just don't know where to start? What I should work on first is an utter mystery to me. I can be moody and often times insufferable. If I do form a true friendship, I will likely find a way to mess it up. Despite all that I am not, I am a work in progress. I am human.

Hair like hues of red in a setting sun, the smell of Apricots on her skin. Freckles that dot her face and show up when she grins. Laughter that sounds like a babbling brook. A soft gentle spirit that can soothe the greatest cares. Kindness that is beyond compare. Such are the things that make my love a wonder. A pleasant distraction of grace and beauty to diminish the worldly cares and give me safe refuge from the things that haunt me everyday.

Darting about in the water of a stream, following cool water into a vast deep lake, swimming in a vast school or exploring the secrets of a deep ocean, oh to be a fish who only needs to swim. I would lose all of my fear of water and jump for joy above the waves. I would hide under a cool rock and sit while the water rushes by me. I would have a simple life uncomplicated by the things that men and women are hassled with. I could spend a day exploring an underwater cave seeing what treasure a pirate might have left behind only to flick the glistening gold with my tail because it is worthless to me. My journey would be fascinating each day if I could be a fish, what fun that would be.

Majestic might and gentle creature thundering across the plain. Shaggy brown coat covered in snow from the winter cold. An unending line of history going  back to before man came to your land. Now so few of you remain. Misunderstood and taken from your people, who only visited you when they had need. In numbers too vast to count, once you covered the land. Like a dark carpet upon the earth you roamed. Here and there across open spaces of tall golden grass. Through deep running rivers you would go. Brining your young with you, measuring time by the way the snow would fall and the grass would grow. Now you dwindle and are pushed into history. Your proud line laid low. The spiritual symbol for native strength, the majestic Buffalo.

The flowers of the field are adorned in great beauty and the Sparrows want not for a seed to eat. I am of great value and yet I doubt what I cannot see. In truth all things are not my own, I only borrow them for a little while. Each sunrise and sunset is a masterpiece, we just fail to see it. All things are made ever present and all that I will require is waiting for me. From the time that I take my rest until the sun rises again, God knows my needs.

Let the vision of God be not blinded nor his hearing deaf. Let your hand oh lord be ever strong. Look at those who strive with your servants and call them into question. Remember the persecution of your children. Keep watch over your chosen and bring them peace. Give mercy where it is due and judgment where it is required. Be long suffering and forgiving, but bring justice to those who suffer persecution. I seek you oh lord to avenge me on those who are against me.

The air is cold and the lights are dim. Even in the coolness of the early morning, my palms sweat. I pull the blade from it's sheath and begin the ritual. Scrape goes the blade over the sharpening stone. Scratch goes the blade over the honing stone. An action repeated equally on both edges of the knife. Honing the blade to a glistening edge. One blade after another, until they are all perfectly sharpened. I look at my victims laid out in a specific order. I can see the veins and their limbs as they wait for me. I move my sharpened cutlery to where my victims lay. With each precision cut I spill their blood and juices. One by one they are precisely cut. I begin to tear up as I am splattered by the juices from them. My hands are stained red with their life's blood. As quickly as the carnage begins, so it ends. The vegetable are set aside and made ready for my kitchen and the making of the days fare.

Faith is my shield and his word is my sword. I have been through many battles but I will stand for the Lord. In the shadow of the cross I will gladly lay my life down. So that my God may receive the glory and I can win the Victor's Crown. No one said my journey would be easy but I cannot leave a single soul behind. The Son of God gave me the victory, he paid a terrible cost. So one until I am called to his kingdom, I will stand up for the cross.

The world looks for the creator of all things, but cannot see God. Many people talk about God , but don't live what they teach. There is enough misery and suffering in the world to make us wonder where God is. Yet it is in the most obvious and unlikely places that we find God.

I put on airs and comb my hair. I dress to impress and speak so eloquently. I practice my smile for hours and keep up with the latest styles. I know all of the latest trends and I can listen to nothing intently for hours. I project the perfect appearance of what the world calls success, yet I feel no happiness, no only self pity and regret. Though I have put on the outer shell of what I think will make me happy, the truth is I am only hiding from myself.

People and fish are not so different. We both live in a pond. Fish live in a pond filled with Lilly pads and moss and people live in a pond of their surroundings. People walk around with their mouths moving but often do not say a whole lot that makes sense. A fish moves it mouth but doesn't say a whole lot either. People can be hooked into a scheme or idea, just like a fish can be hooked with the right bait. People may spend lots of time in a school but learn very little that is useful. Fish also gather for school but they to often learn very little. A fish can be slimy and smell bad, so can humans but in a different sort of way. So when you think about it, we are not so different, humans and the fish.

Microscopic specks on a pile of dirt. Rushing around reshaping their world. Never quite satisfied with their environment, always making changes. Looked at under a magnifying glass, they seem kind of ugly. Not sure of some things, seemingly too sure of others. The work as a singular unit, directed by some unseen need. Generations come and go, yet nothing of their basest selves seems to change. Always the same, scurrying around digging holes and making changes. Aren't humans the most curious creatures, if only we were more orderly like Ants in a farm?

Patients and time with caring and understanding, slowly the thing crystalizes. Taking form under pressure and anticipation, it grows . Some Gems form quicker than others, but the rarest ones may take a lifetime. A Jewel called love is a precious stone indeed and is not easily found and once obtained is fiercely guarded against any who might want to steal it away.

Anchor fast to the rock of your hope. Set your self on solid ground. Close your emotional boundaries and build the wall of solitude. Face the fierce gales of discontent! Hear them howl and beat at your fortifications. Change not your course, but hold fast to your values. Steady yourself and focus on the horizon. The darkness may be deep and the emotional turmoil may weary the spirit, but there is light that comes from the new dawn. Hope is in it and the purity of it shines through the discontent, bringing you guidance as you whether the storms of life.

Run your hands over my body, make me scream. Bite me and pinch me in places that give me pain. Pull my hair and make me beg. Turn me over and give my *** a smack. Force me to bend down for you and tell you I like it. Use me for what ever turns you on. I am not a good girl, I want to be used. I am not your mothers choice, I have nothing to lose. I like it when you make me squeal and cause me a little pain. What I call having fun, others call depraved.

I sit idle against the wall and look out a dingy window. In my ear I hear a small voice, it says I told you my way is easier. I shake my head and close my eyes only to see darkness flooded with pail colorful dots that look like the prelude to an old movie. Then images flood in of past mistakes and wrong turns. I try to move but I lack the strength. I open my eyes again and the voice says, it is inevitable. I look at my arm filled with track marks and see a spent needle in the corner. I can feel my heart beating faster as I begin to float away. I roll over and climb onto my bed as best I can. Looking up at the ceiling, I hear the faint whisper say just a little more. As I begin to become lost in a dream, I hear the whisper become a roar. I hear the rush of my blood coursing through my veins, the thundering of my heart, thump, thump thump, then the deafening silence. Suddenly, I see the whisperer reaching out to me. The cold dark fingers grasping my life and pulling it away from my body. Then a blinding white light fills my eyes and I feel the lightning rush through my chest. My veins are on fire as the doctor puts the injection in. The silences is gone as I watch the dark hand fade back into the nothingness. Death whispers to me, perhaps not yet, but I have time to wait.

In my closet, I have racks of clothes. Some of them I can't wear and some I don't even know where they are from. I clean it out yearly, but much to my surprise, it fills back on it's own, I swear the clothes just multiply. So this year I will do something different than I did last spring. When the weather changes I will get rid of everything. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I have quiet an ingenious plan. I will just by a whole new wardrobe and then I can begin again. I can keep track of my clothing and it won't have a chance to multiply. So I must get started cleaning for a new wardrobe I can buy.

Now comes the parade of litigators with degrees in hand. The legal counsel that works behind the scenes. Deals are cut and cases are shuffled around the court house as lives are taken apart unless you can afford the price of justice. The grist wheel turns grinding the bodies into the system like so much pulp. The poor are the victims of the injustice that purports to be blind, while in truth it rushes to judgement and has empty beds to fill in the prisons that dot the landscape. The police roam the streets like so many big game hunters, each looking to fill their quota. While politicians line their pockets with funds derived from the misery they sell, filling jail beds and taking kickbacks from their corporate overlords who profit off of the labor in the prison factories, where slavery is legalized and condoned by the system that says it is blind and fair. While a person fights for the right to be recognized as a person again, the victim is forgotten by the system that does little to console those who have lost so much, with loved ones torn away by violence and ****** into jails or the grave leaving poverty and want in the wake of the process, thus repeating a never ending cycle that no one really wants to end, lest the truth be told that justice is truly blind, but not to the impartiality as one would suppose, but by the gold and silver that is heaped at the feet of lady justice that will corrupt judgment and look the other way for a price.

The light has faded from the sky and dark clouds have blocked out the heavens. The streets are filled with waste and buildings have been abandoned. Hope is missing from those who are left, despair can be seen in the faces that peer out from broken windows. The wealth of the land has been stripped away and poverty is all that remains. Justice is a  myth that it talked about in bedtime stories and brutality and want are all too real. In cities across the land this is the stark reality and a resounding truth. A once vibrant kingdom has become nothing more than a dark foreboding land.

I was born of human frailty, and ****** into the heart of life's raging battles. My strength was tempered in the fire of oppression. My soul was purged through the need to sacrifice. I have carried burdens and I have been weighed down with fears. My mortal strength often fails, but my spirit has been purified as Gold through the furnace and silver through the fire. I am tempered and unblemished made ready for the master forgers hand. I will be created in the image of perfection, what ever the master determines that to be. I will be purified and made whole a vessel for the service of the greater good and worthy to inherit the kingdom to come.

Let me show you a vision, let me tell you of many things. Look inside my mind and see where dreams come from. Peer into the snowy garden, look at the summer rain. See the world as I see it, watch it ever change. Hear the bird songs that inspire me. Come to grips with agony and pain. See the world as it really  is and not as you would like it to be. Walk on the beaten path, and travel the forgotten road with me. Sit under the shade tree, and watch the changing of the leaves. Take a moonlight stroll on a beach and know a lovers embrace. Hold the hand of a hurting child and wipe the tears from the gentle face. Dance with Unicorns in a Willow grove, with fairies all around. See the sun set in the East and watch the moon come down. See from behind my eyes all the wonder you can imagine. Broken hearts and forgotten dreams waiting to come from the end of my pen. Wake me when there is no color in the world, and I will fill in the blank slate. I will dare to be a voice of imagination, I will fill the empty space. My visions are my own but I wish to let the world see them, as I do. I live in a poets dream everyday, how does the world appear to you?

Towers of steel and glass melt away and fade into history. The land of the free is not so free after all. Making a phone call has become an act of suspicion. When did our nation fall? What made us great has been undone, regulations and restrictions are placed on free speech. The right to agree to disagree has been replaced with interrogations and political correctness. Why can't I just say what I feel? America once was a melting *** ,now it must melts into oblivion. The courage that once made the nation feared by its enemies has been replaced by complacency and apathy. No enemy has harmed us from without, it is the fires from with in that bring us down. Social division and strife have erupted into fires of censorship and persecution that are leading to the burning of America from within.

What would you give to help another. What would you live without to save a friend. Would you forsake one year of your life to save the life of a stranger. What is the life of another worth to you. What is the cost to give a second chance. What price would you place on mercy. What is the cost you would pay to bring another person hope. What would you be willing to give.

A vacant lot has been taken over by people in rubber boots. The asphalt is being torn up and the earth beneath gets to see sunlight for the first time in years. Seeds are being sewn in neighborhoods without the governments help. People are taking charge of their own lives. The air is becoming cleaner and neighbors are working together again. Children get their hands ***** and learn what a garden is. No more is it a place where a lone farmer grows our food, but a place of unity that builds a community and breaks down barriers and abates fear as it helps people learn to live together again.

The air smells sweeter when you are with me. Food taste better because you always want me to try new things. The earth beneath my bare feet gives me new sensations because you say that shoes get in the way. Your way of looking at life gives me hope for tomorrow. Each moment I lie with you I feel life forming between us. To become part of you and to see you nurture a creation that we have made is beyond amazing. Nothing is better than a life of love with you.

When all seems lost and it appears humanity will fail, one person can be a beacon to stir up the soul. It isn't always the great leaders that move people to do great things, but the solitary giving of hope through mercy that is the inspiration that brings miracles to pass.

Dressed in black stockings and white lace she parades down the aisle to her betroth. Carrying a scent of passion as her breast heave against her bodice, she flicks her black and silver streaked hair to one side. With eyes like two cold blue Diamonds and lips as red as wine, she enticed the unsuspecting man to her side. At the stroke of midnight beneath a silver moon, they take their vows in the presence of her coven. Her sisters look on with glee at that which will soon be. Chosen for his worldly gifts and abundance of treasure, he will find heaven and hell in one night of pleasure. A Potion of seduction is given in the bridal cup, just a few sips, that will be just enough. He is enthralled with his new wife, but alas he should beware for his life. In the wedding bed he knows her flesh, he receives her lovers gift unto death do we part. When the morning light comes, his love has grown cold, as his enchanting bride scream in tears. Her husband is dead, how could this be, a spell cast by his witch bride you see.

Tatters of reality lay at my feet. What used to be is now incomplete. I lay on the floor wretched and undone. My emotions are rippedto shreds as I wait for what comes next. Gaping wounds let my soul bleed out. Tears run like rain to the rivers. I am awash in misery and emotional turmoil. I feel as if the ocean has welled up inside of me. I do not know where to go from here. I sit at the bottom of a well of despair. Perhaps I will just lie here until my feelings have all been drained, then I may have the strength to climb back out again. I hope one day to again see the sun, I may yet survive the things that have been done. My love was shattered by you without a second thought, how could you leave me this way. Just sitting here with my life broken into pieces.

Jetting out of the water on their tails, cackling at the birds that fly over head. Racing against mighty ships and small boats. Diving under them and back up again. Roaming the open sea unimpaired, Dolphins perform a ballet. Tricksters and noble creatures, they call to each other and flutter through the waves. Dancing over the swells, the elegant creatures swim in splendor, oh to see the Dolphin dance.

My breath grew short and I began to feel faint. I was awash in a sea of blackness. Then I felt a hand grab me and pull me to the side, I saw a fuzzy figure, but could not discern who it was. In a moment of desperation, I ask who the person was? The only response was I receive was that I am a friend and a foe. I was puzzled for a moment, still in a confused state. I had been in a dark empty void, now I was no where and somewhere. I asked the ghostly image, why I am I here? It responded, I am not truly sure, I only know this is where you are supposed to be. Time passed, but I had no sense of it. Then the shadowy figure said that it was time for me to go. As quickly as I fell into the black void, the light surrounded me. I remember passing quickly through many layers of light. Then my eyes opened and I was back on the mortal plain, people hovering over me, working on me. I went black again, but not like before, this time I only slept. In one moment of a dream, I caught a glimpse of the former ghostly figure that I had briefly spoken with. I then awoke and had clarity of mind. For a brief moment, I had a talk with death. In truth a friend to some who are seeking it and an enemy to those who are not ready for it, and ever so often, a temporary stop on another part of a life's journey.

In a life well lived with not any particular care, I was brought to a sudden halt, by the girl with the Auburn hair. In one awkward moment, all of my intellect failed me. My heart lost it's rhythm and I could not speak. Time slowed to a crawl when I saw her green eyes and warm gentle smile. Something told me to stop and stare for a little while. All of the birds stopped singing and the sun would not move, the day my world stood still because of the love I felt for you.

Many teach a path to live and obtain life beyond what we know. Yet there is only one testimony that is of truth. No one else can profess death and life again. To have been killed and three days hence resurrected from the grave. The Christ is sometimes called a myth or a fantasy, but in the hearts of men, the truth is known. Though many may deny it, there is only one way, and that is through Jesus Alone.

You pass by me each day, you don't notice me. I walk among the crowded streets, but I am invisible. I want to be noticed sometimes, but others I want to be left alone. When the wrong person pays attention, they don't understand me. I just want to fit in. I am different they say, I just think I am normal for me. I am the homeless, the hopeless, the mentally ill. I just want a place to fit in. I just want to stop being unseen.

Pose for the flashes and give them what they want. Become surreal life an image trapped in time. Walk the way your supposed to and become the thing of fantasies and dreams. You are one of a kind, you are for the moment. You are a face in the crowd, the one the crowd wants to be. Give away all that you are and just a little bit more. Bask in the limelight and  become dissected as the Paparazzi pull your every move apart. Looking for that fatal flaw, trying to find your more human side. You are part of the image, you are the trend that others have set. So smile for the camera and enjoy your fleeting moment in the sun.

Life is a tree that has many branches. On each branch fruit grows. The tree of life grows many different kinds of fruit. Each piece is different from the other, yet all are connected to the tree. We are born on the tree of life and we all are connected. We grow together and mature in due season. For each of us to under stand each other, we must accept that this is how life is. Only when we accept that we are connected, will there be harmony on the tree.

When your mind begins to wander and your heart questions is he really there? Take a moment and listen to the silence and seek out God in prayer. Open up your soul and ask him to give you reassurance. His presence will overpower you and peace will let you be still. In these quiet moments simply wait on him. He will come to you and release your burdens and give you rest.