Let me shower you with Rose petals, and cover you with kisses. Let me make our bed of fine satin and lace. Let me bring you priceless gems and adorn you for they will pail in compare to your radiance. Allow me to stand before you in the way of any harm. With sword and shield I will give my life to defend you. Let me prepare you a castle and surround it with a thousand men of war, all to serve at your beckon call. I shall lay before you my wealth and give my lands to you. To bear goodly fruit and fair things for you to eat. All I ask is that you consider me with your love and offer me your affection and I will be your slave as long as I shall live.

When we have fallen, an unseen hand will pick us up. When we are unsure, a still small voice will reassure us. When we have lost hope, a guide will lead us in the right way. When we ask why, sometimes we must simply trust and go on. Though none knows all of the answers nor can anyone person know the whole mystery, in Gods mercy we will always find what we need.

As I walk along life's way, I sew a seed. I do not know what it will yield. Perhaps only a few grains perhaps a great harvest. It is not for me to know what my seed will bring forth. It is only for me to sew. With each seed I sew I plant hope, which with expectation will turn into faith, then action. From each single seed may come forth a vineyard or a might Oak. My seed may be like good wine and bring comfort and cheer to the poor of spirit, or like a Acorn that becomes the Oak, from which many homes can be built, giving comfort and shelter to the poor. So as I walk on hard earth, breaking the rocky ground. I have sewn a seed in humanity, by helping one person at a time.

Frustrated by my own mistakes, unsure of my next decision. I am not sure where I should turn? Confused by bad choices and missteps, I wander around in my own thoughts looking for answers. In the turmoil of my own internal conflict, I obsesses over my emotions. It gets to the point that I begin to emotionally internalize my problems and shut down a part of myself. I then become apathetic and begin to border of depression. Trying to find a way back from the edge of despair, all because I am disillusioned with myself.

His hands were rugged and pierced on a tree. His feet were worn and nailed that he should bleed. He walked in worn out sandals and slept on the ground. His head was cut with a thorny crown. He wept tears as blood that the cup should pass, but it was not the fathers will. He was faithful until the end. Even death could not hold the one who would not bend. He bares the scars of his sacrifice for all of creation to see. Christ our lord wears them proudly to show that he died for you and me.

When loving a woman there are things that you must understand. She is like a flower one moment and the weather the next. You must sometimes treat her delicately and others be prepared to weather the storm. You must know how to listen and not speak. You must nurture her and be strong for her for she will need both of these things. You must know when to let her go and when to embrace her. A woman is a mystery that creation made and no man will ever truly understand. You can only give her love and patients and sometimes that may just be enough, but does anyone truly know how to fully love a woman?

Years have flown by and time has taken its toll. Many have been the sorrows and lessons learned. Now when things seem bleak, fruit from seed sewn has begun to be harvested. For on the journey of trial, many a soul has been rescued and many a wanderer has been shown the right path. The stranger has been comforted and wounds have been healed. Though there have been set backs and people have fallen by the wayside, those who have been found and helped have made the trip worth while. In the grand scheme of all things, we are but a small part of a play. So we must endure the journey to reach our destination, what ever that may one day be.

Raised in the Everglades, with hair as wild as the Spanish Moss, she rides an airboat just like she was born on it. Sliding through the tall grass into the bog, chasing Alligators with a gun and a dog. All of the boys would like to tame her, but she is the apple of her daddy's eye. She likes to wrestle Alligators and drinks like one of the guys. With a lever action rifle she gets up before the sun. She has gators to catch before she can have any fun. So with all of her tags filled, she runs her boat on a sand bar, fires off a shot to open a can of beer, and with the sun setting she yells the party starts right here.

A crown of thorns placed upon the brow of the one for whom they had disdain. A unceremonious adornment for one they mocked as king. With little but mournful cries did he bear the insult and indignity. Little did the oppressors and purveyors of the persecution know that they were simply adding thorns to the Rose of Sharon. For what beautiful Rose does not have thorns.

When all of the stars have gone silent and their light Fades away. When the moon retires from its Vigilant watch and Dawn breaks on a new day. I will arise from taking my rest and see what things may come, with a new morning the sun will shine and the clouds were all the way. I will find new adventures and better promises in the plans of a new day. So let the old night be forgotten and let Dawn's light shine upon the way. Let the morning come and bring with it a new day.

Beneath the churning waves, out of the sight of the air and land. Beauty lies beneath the depths of the water. Going down where fish live and play, you see Coral reefs and exotic plants that cannot grow in the open air. Schools of minnows dart and shoot between the stems of waving plants that are pushed on by the tides. In colors that mirror the rainbow things so strange and unusual thrive. Into the waters that are dark blue or green you will find exciting wonders in the Ocean's garden that lies just beneath the waves.

Joy sticks and drones, satellite images and remotely fired missiles. Taking aim it blips on a screen, then watching them go dim and cold after a bright flash. The cost of fighting a battle from afar has not yet been realized. The interpersonal cost of taking a life without seeing whom you **** has jaded the world to the truth about death and the cost of war.

Anguish fills the heart and love is broken into pieces. The eyes glaze over and the tears flow freely. The ground is covered with the salty remnants of a broken heart as it grieves for the love that has been ripped away. Not all things are of human doing, sometimes the fates are cruel. In the instances when love is suddenly lost, the bereaved can only mourn what might have been and let tears fall until they become upon the ground like the rain of a cold and lonely day.

One day in a moment of silent reflection, I ask myself if I am alone? The earth became still quiet and then a soft breeze blew by me, on it were the sounds of children laughing not too far away. I then heard the sound of a cricket chirping and a small bird singing. I looked up to the sky and it seemed so empty, then I saw an Eagle soaring into the sun. In an instance I felt peace wash over me. Then a quiet voice in my heart reminded me that there is no isolation and that despite where I seek solitude, that I am never truly alone.

There's a call that no one ever wants to hear. The code that should never be spoken. When men and women of law enforcement step out on that line, they want to go home at the end of their shift. In the back of the mind of every peace officer, their lives that constant fear. The words that they pray they'll never have to hear, Officer Down!

A twinkle in the night sky, a cold and distant light. A precious jewel that pierces the curtain of night. What is a start that we should wish upon it. When we in our mortal state call to it for guidance of our fate, can we be sure that it is still there. Its light has traveled so far so that we can see it. At one particular moment it is there then can be gone. So I choose to believe that wishing upon a star holds a purpose and a place for me, even if the star upon which I wish may have been gone before the world even knew of me.

Precious little snowflakes coddled by society. Kept at arms length from harm. Cherished little blossoms nurtured in the womb of ignorance. Holding that their little feelings should guide their every thought. Lost to logic and reason, placed in flower pots of bad ideas. Given to the belief that life should be fair and go their way. Oh what an awakening when the winter of reality sets in. When at last the flowers emerge from their cocoons and enter the world beyond the veil of their protected realms. Into a land of adversarial ideals and bureaucratic impossibilities. Where their primrose path and rose colored glasses are shattered and they are forced to fend for themselves. Longing for their perfect utopia which is a paradise lost, because not everyone agrees with them.

Le massacre, les corps partout. Le sang innocent déversé au nom d'un idéal.
Le massacre, les corps partout. Le sang innocent déversé au nom d'un idéal.
Avec lequel les négociants de mort ont acheté le droit de mettre fin aux vies de la cause rationnelle ? Qui ne suppliera pas pour leur génération, les vies perdues pour détester ? Avec le sang les mains tachées, les tyrans ont attaqué le coeur de liberté. Maintenant ils doivent payer le cherché à un prix à exact.
Pour leurs actions il ne peut y avoir aucune justice, seulement le châtiment! Permettez-y d'être espéré qu'à la fin, une leçon sera apprise par tous, pour que nous ne puissions pas répéter cette faute à une fin si tragique.

I took a walk in the woods and a patch of Kudzu turned black. I leaned up against a tree and all of it's leaves turned brown. I went swimming at the beach and the Algae turned red, perhaps that's why I am banned from the ocean? I once lay down in a bed of poison Ivy and I had to chase it to get it to support me. I am not really sure, but perhaps plants hate me.

If the world was without God, then all things would be lost. Selfishness would replace kindness, love would be replaced by hate. All good would fade to dust and we all would have an unsure fate. For without his loving guidance, what would our lives be worth. There would be no need to die for torment, because we would be living in hell on earth.

Life is a bucket of water, in so many ways. When you start out from the well the bucket is full. If you sit the bucket down it is jostled and a little water spills. Life often spills over into other things that we plan. The water in the bucket comes out cool and refreshing, but if you let it sit a while it becomes warm then it can get hot. Life is often filled with cold moments, warm moments and moments of heated passion. As water in a bucket, life will evaporate quickly. So it is best to take a big drink while you can and be careful not to spill any. Because while you can go back to the well for water, you only get one bucket of life to draw from.

My walls were torn down and my soul was lain bare. When I looked into the eyes of an angel. I lost my concept of time and forgot where I was. My world was turned upside down. I stood speechless as you looked straight into me. You found my darkest secrets and showed me forgiveness. You taught me what it was to be defenseless and to trust openly. I released my demons and forgot my past sins. My conscience awareness left me as I focused on the light in your eyes. All of my pursuits no longer mattered and I was lost in amazement that all of this happened in a single moment when our eyes first met.

I prayed before I went to sleep and as I lay down I began to dream. I was taken from my bed to another world. I stood before the heavenly gates and I saw light streaming in. I looked and I could see each word and deed that was being said and done. Then I saw God on his throne and I was not able to speak, he simply smiled at me. I saw the streams of light coming before him, then I saw you sitting with your family. I saw darkness waiting outside your door, but you were safe inside. I then saw myself kneeling by my bedside. I looked around you and angels were all about. My heart broke with joy you see. Though you didn't know who I was, because I saw you had a need. I remembered you in my prayers and God showed me that he heard. As I woke from my sleep, I fell back on my knees and in the quiet hour of the night, I prayed for you again.

Killing has become too easy and life has become too cheap. Many put the blame on an implement and not the person who wields it. Banning a thing never works as it causes it to be wanted more and enriches those who do not regard the law. The teaching of morality is our failure. The idea of civil discourse has been replaced with a selfish nature as the lesson of the day. Only when we accept that we are our own worst enemies and stop Blaming an object for our actions, will we begin to resolve our problems without violence and come to realize that guns aren't the problem.

I was always told that there were monsters in the darkness. Then I found a mirror and realized I was one of them.

A Rose sits high on her breast and a snake slithers up her thigh! She has a heart tattooed on her arm and an evil smile on her lips. In the small of her back the dark wings can take you on a trip. A vine swirls around her ankle with the names of those she holds dear. She has forever yours tattooed just below her ear. She walks casually by and gives you a longing stare. Her wrist has the words Devil May Care. She has long blood Red nails and on her fingers she has love and hate. She loves to make your girlfriend jealous, she is the woman they will love to hate. Across her slender stomach she has no inhibitions tattooed colorful and clear. She has wanton sinner tattooed on her inner thigh. If you see what is next then it is obvious you are her kind of guy. So if you want to get lost in lust, just let her catch your eye. You will follow the map of ink to sinful pleasure and she will rock your world. Be wary of the danger of the tattooed girl.

Turning a phrase, and deflecting the answer. Some people are experts of deception, subversion. They use words in particular fashion to reinvent the meaning of a question. They will dance around the idea of truthfulness as if they were in a chorus line . With the agility of a gymnast and the precision of a fine watch, they craft their speech ever so carefully. Never will you get a direct answer, for they are the master puppeteers and will only present the truth they wish you to see.

I feel sick then I feel well. I am cold then I am hot. It is not an infection, I am not sure what I have got. I think perhaps that I get it when you enter the room. My pulse quickens and I feel light headed. Am I having a heart attack, I cannot be sure. I know when you speak my name that I want to fall to the floor. Love seems to be something that has taken hold of me. How can one emotion have so many different symptoms, can anyone please explain it to me.

Days without a shave, hair styled by gel. Sandals and old jeans, a style that seems too relaxed. A car that is over due for a wash and a devil may care attitude. Clothes lay piled in the corner of his home, they are sorted by layers that is a fact. Take out and beer are his food groups, it was cool when he was twenty. Now that he is pushing forty, its just kind of sad. Too wild to be tamed, always going to catch you later. Always up for a good time, but can never return the favor. An endangered species if there ever was one, the last of his generation. He is not really being hunted by anyone, he will just go by way of extinction.

It doesn't take an ancient hero like Hercules or Sampson to do great feats of courage and kindness. It only takes some one who is willing to give up a few moments of their time. So while a divine power may determine the fate of the universe, a mortal person can change the fate of another and fend off despair and disillusionment by simply passing a little kindness.

I tear at the flesh and cut the skin away. I pull out my life's blood and let it drip on to a page. I pour my being into the words I speak. I let that which lives in me give rise to imagination. I bear my soul to the paper and pierce my arm with the quill. I let the blood become my ink and let the pen do it's will. Putting the essence of myself into each word and phrase. I give from my beating heart that which courses through my veins.

The day I saw a Turnip for the very first time, I was a young child with a curious mind. I walked up to the strange plant half sticking out of the ground. I touched it's leaves and many lessons I found. The first thing I learned from the odd little plant is to love the feel of the dark cool earth, I lay down beside the plant and felt the softness of the garden and how the Turnip seemed to enjoy the dirt. The next thing I was taught by the odd little plant was to never give up, for when I tried to pluck one out of the ground, it would not come up. I sat down frustrated because I had failed, but then my mother gave one a twist and a tug and she prevailed. When we took it inside and washed it all clean, I couldn't wait to taste the wonderful treat. To my disappointment and still today this is true or at least was so to a young child, that not all things that taste bad are bad for you. I bit into a piece of the white bitter root and nothing good came of my reaction but my parents laugh and a hoot. So I now know more than I did so long ago. Many lessons I learned from a Turnip that I watched quietly grow.

There are many pursuits that you can choose to engage in. Some are selfish, while others are selfless. Still others are neither for good or ill, they are just a way to earn a wage. In the grand scheme of living, the span of human existence is but a blip on the scales of time. Beyond the mortal trail we walk, is the eternity. Many question how to come to this place. Some believe that self sacrifice can gain one entry. Others seek to understand the philosophy of life beyond a mortal plain. Still others simply live a day to day existence, while doing simple acts of kindness in order to assure a better place beyond this world. Which ever path one chooses, the truth still exist that all will perish. Beyond that we must make our own choices and hope we have picked the right road to eternity.

My job isn't going the way I planned so I have a drink. I got in a big fight with my wife so I have a drink. My kids are having problems at school so I have a drink. I got behind on my bills so I have a drink. My family keeps telling me all their problems so I have a drink. I then turn and look down into the bottle, and it sits empty. I'm forced to face the morning sober and my life really stinks. All the answers that I had are gone, and now I'm just left to think. Did drinking really solve anything, I'm not sure that it really did. Though when I wasn't sober, the alcohol kept my problems hidden. So now I have decision to make, do I face my life on my own or do I buy another bottle full of answers?

My soul is lain bare, my secrets are revealed. I have nothing more to hide. I confess my sins and my love for you. I am an open book, if you care to read my heart. Emotions are ever present and nothing clothes me. My facade has been washed away by the truth of love. No more am I hiding beneath a pretense of lies. I cannot hide from the eyes of love anymore. Your gaze pierces my veil and my armor. My heart is yours to plunder. All of the hidden things I have kept inside are made known. Let it be proclaimed from the house tops and let the world be placed on notice. I am bare, I am naked before your love and I care not who sees it.

Join hands one to another. Link each man, woman and child. Feel the warmth of another persons soul. Reach out and build something worth while. Let the older teach the younger lessons learned from mistakes in life. Let the younger help the older live in aged wisdom with dignity and honor . Set with each good deed a foundation upon which lives are built. Help out each other in a daily walk to link our needs and abilities to fulfill a brother and sisterhood that surpasses the bounds of age, gender or race. Live in harmony with each person and help everyone to find their place. Plant seeds of hope and not discontent. That we shall reap a harvest of peace and not of strife. Let each and everyone of make it our personal mission to change another's life.

Pierce the heart of all that you believe, open your mind to what is beyond your sight and reason. Cut the tethers that hold your sanity together and let your spirit embrace the unseen and the unknown. Take up the staff of doubt and break it into. Accept that there is more than you can physically know. Be guided by forces that you cannot see. See within and learn from places that you have not been. Take the splintered wood of your doubts and drive it as a steak through your perceived reality. Open yourself up to the unknown.

A land with in a land, shielded from the outside world. All things held in square blocks. Masonry and stone rise to the sky towering above the streets below.  It  harbors of cities ills or is a  bastion of innovation and progressive ideals. The inner city lives a life cycle. It is reinvented, it grows then deteriorates into decay only to be bulldozed then reborn. The land remains, the buildings are redesigned and the people revolve in and out. Race is not important nor are ideals, all that matters is that the enclave is there. It has a high point and  a low point. It thrives then dies . It is like the Phoenix, it goes to ashes then rises from it's own destruction. This is the inner city a land with in a land of urban sprawl.

From person to person it goes, with it's owner seeking love. In one relationship then out and into another, it cannot find peace. Like a lonesome sojourner it keeps on going, hoping to find peace in the next person, yet it still moves on. Broken and tattered it hopes against hope for that one perfect moment, when it will find a soul mate. So goes the wandering heart, seeking love.

The leaves change on the trees as children return to school. People begin to put arts and crafts on display. A hot bowl of soup and friendly visits with a neighbor make the day pass quickly. The harbors are filled with fishermen tending their nets. The tourist make one last trek to see the sights. College students have returned to halls covered with Ivy and college sports bring rivalries alive. Not long from now, there will be cold wind and the first snow. It will be time to break out the fine china to entertain and look for a Spruce or lonely Pine to decorate. All things are coming together as Autumn comes to  New England again.

So many things we take for granite not knowing that they can be taken away. In one moment what we thought was forever can cease to be. So treat each day as precious.

Helping someone find a new way. Helping someone find their way home. Healing the broken and forgotten with mercy and kindness. Giving someone a kind word and an understanding ear. Changing one life at a time.

When life does not make any sense and all things seem to be against me. I often get confused and disheartened. In moments when all that I hold dear seems to slip from my grip and confusion is all I can see. I will fall to my knees and become silent. I will listen for a still voice in the storm. In these moments I find refuge and solace. I hold on to the masters unseen hand. When I have no compass to guide me, I will walk forward into the night. For this is when I am truly tested, when faith is all I have.

The world is a happy place filled with smiling faces, I see all as friendly to me. I am happy with myself and I like who I am, nothing bad can ever phase me. I have a life as prescribed by the things I see on T.V. . Just a few pills from that bottle and a swallow of this and I am upbeat and full of happiness. In a world that sees things as dark and bleak, it is nice to always be positive and if I'm not, then there is a pill for that too.

In a land where dust blows over hard lifeless ground and children cry in their mothers arms. Hope is a luxury and want is an ever real fact of life. As mindless hate filled people battle over table scraps, while the innocent and the forgotten lay in want. Despite the best efforts of the brave and the selfless, the help seems to never be enough. On any given day, people are grateful for a piece of bread and clean water to drink, yet we take these things for granted. So do not forget the blessings you hold dear, for they can be taken away in a moment by the hateful and the selfish. Eternal vigilance is the price that must be paid, and reverent thanks is what heaven requires lest our land fall into despair and want and we too have little to be thankful for.

Oh creeping snake that wanders through tree branches and wraps around other plants. How you dangle and hang from the reaches of the heights. Your roots are deep in the dark dank soil of the forest as mist rises from the floor to engulf the canopy. You put forth delicate shoots and fragrant flowers that entice a host of your neighbors to delight on your foliage. Despite your favorable nature, you still make my skin crawl. Like a green serpent you wind your way in many directions, not knowing where you begin or end. I will respect you from a far distance and hope that are paths do not cross again.

Living under a bridge, cold and need of a bath. Once a sergeant in an elite command, now invisible to the masses. Sitting on a park bench wrapped in a shawl, feeding pigeons bread crumbs because she has no place to go. Lying in a jail cell, barley the age of 18. Look at grey walls of a future that seems so bleak. All of the forgotten and ignored of everyday life. Those for whom no one cares, as we go about our daily lives. Thrown away people, who want to live and be loved. It makes you wonder how we will be judged by God above?

If I could talk to an Oak, or speak to a mighty Red Wood, or perhaps climb a mountain and chat with a lonesome Pine, what might I learn from listening to them? Would I hear all of the gossip from every passing bird, or perhaps their desires for the world. The one thing I think I would ask and would really like to know, is what does a tree dream of? Does the Oak dream of seeing it's Acorns grow, does the Red Wood dream of a simpler time? Would the Pine dream of the far away places it can see but never go, what would be on their minds. Perhaps one would not dream alone, but as a whole forest it link. Oh to know the secret of what a tree would dream, that would be amazing indeed.

I saw the people standing around me and I heard the angry cries. I felt the cold rain falling down onto my face. I could barley stand because my legs were so weak. I had been beaten beyond any mans ability to stand. The screams and howls could not be distinguished. I only knew that I was at my end. A solider brought me forward then another man stood beside me. I saw the fear that he had. The crowd cheered for him and booed at me. I knew that my fate was sealed. I tried to scream as the put the thorns on my head and the blood ran down my face. I heard the taunts and felt the weight of the beam that I carried as I stumbled along. As I approached a lonely and barren hill, the screaming crowds seem to be filled with laughter. I looked through blood filled eyes and I could see ghostly images jeering at me. I felt the weight of the crossed beams becoming more than I could bear, then another person stood along beside me. He picked up the weight of my load and helped me along, until they laid me down on the cross. I felt each nail as it was driven through my hands and then I looked up at the heavens and tried to scream out why. As I was lifted into the air I felt the full weight of the guilt and shame that was all around me. I tried to free myself, but it was to little avail. I cried out but no one would hear me. Then in the distance I saw someone drawing near, a figure dressed all in white. As he came to me, I felt the pain being lifted and I swapped places with this man. Then I was standing at a distance and I saw him clear as day, he was on the cross where I had been. I then shot straight up out of my sleep and realized that I had seen what they had done to him. I fell to my knees with my heart breaking into a thousand pieces, I cried until the breaking of the dawn. Then when sleep again finally found me, the man met me in a distant and beautiful garden. I fell at his feet and asked why did this happen. He picked me up and simply said to me. You was what you should receive, but what I took on for you. I have forgiven all of your sins and now your free. I awoke with a new understanding of what should happen, the day I was crucified on that tree.

Young men and women are lying in the street soaked in their own blood. Simple disagreements are now solved with a gun. A generation is being lost to uncontrolled violence. Kids are soldiers in a war that has no boundaries. Drive by shootings are the form of combat. Ambushes in back alleys and at parties are the new form of gorilla warfare.  There are senseless killing over nothing of consequence. Guns are color blind and bullets aren't biased. Both **** equally when wielded by persons who do not know how to solve their problems without violence.