A crown if Ivy adorns her brow with silver leaves as her bare feet wrapped dance along under the shade of an Oak tree. Acorns seem to fall around her as if nature showers her with a bounty of it's treasure. The flowers release their fragrance to perfume the air through which she sails effortlessly. Holding out her arms to the sun as if to embrace a lover, she bask in it's glorious golden rays as her chiffon dress shows transparent revealing a fairy like figure that sings with the birds and lets the cool wind wrap around her and comfort her to ecstasy as it caresses each inch of her body. She closes her eyes and becomes one with it all, as she feels natures embrace.

Starlings chirp and call to each other as they dance on the wind. Robins sing and chirp among the greening branches of a Willow tree. Little Chickadees sing a bright tune as they play among the thorny leaves of an evergreen Holly. The wind whistles through the tree tops and the sound of a 1000 Sparrows comes alive as an orchestra. Music is alive in the world, we just often fail to take the time to hear it.

Lives are sacrificed but it is never enough. Offers of concession are made but it is never enough. Hate festers and runs rampant, while bullets fly as words fail and it is never enough. A million people suffer in want and it is never enough. A world goes mad fighting for things that mean nothing and it is never enough. Masses of people starve and do without while a select few increase and gain and its never enough. How much must one person have before they are satisfied. How few people must hold how much before they have enough. Despite what all those who have tell those that have not, it is never enough.

Riding high on a selected blend. A potent herb from Afghanistan. Smiling at the acoustic sounds from an island band, while you partake of something from your Jamaican friends. Letting your imagination run wild, you see a sparkling blade. You just look in awe as it glistens and sways. You pick it up and it feels lighter than air, you swing it wildly with little care. Then you get it a little too close, and suddenly your missing the tip of your nose. You go awesome as your brain attempts to register the pain, fighting to get you the message, through a stoner's haze. Then it begins to hurt and you fumble the sword with a jittery ****. The blade is bobbled and tossed about, then it becomes quite clear, as it clangs to the floor, dude did I cut off my ear?

Playing with fire in a literal sense. Taunting a magnificent creature with wings wide spread. Scales that glisten in the light a hue of red like Rubies or embers of a coal pit. Yellow eyes fixed on your gaze, as you wave about your steely blade. Hiding behind a mortal forged shield, praying that your quarry will yield. With a bellowing roar, and a swish of it's mighty tail, the would be knight is torn from his mail. Left lying on the ground with a shattered sword and wounded pride. The cleaver beast steps forward and bears it's teeth. It then growls and takes flight leaving the warrior in his briefs. Let this be a lesson learned for those who would quest to make a name. Never tempt a dragon unless your sure you can win the game.

Take me to a land where I can start over. Take me to a place where I can begin again. Wipe my slate clean and refresh my soul. End all things that I was and give me a new name. Show me a place where the morning sun shines in a different way, let me walk into a brand new day. Wash away all of my pain, lift me out of my sorrow. Take me to where I can start over. Show me a place where I can live again.

The door is always open, the climate is always warm. We are always happy to have you and what ever you desire, you will find it. What ever you want to do we don't mind it. So relax and indulge your wildest pleasure and let your cares wash away. Take no thought for tomorrow, just enjoy yourself today. There are no rules to follow, not like in that other place. So relax and you will be fine, we don't judge you here.

I'm sitting here rocking the cell block, getting a new tattoo. Ever since I left the streets there isn't much else to do. I was banging with my crew when the lead started to fly. I was making a few bucks just trying to get by. One of the boys had a beef and we had to put some work in. One 9mm and three shots later and I'm hitting the Penn. . Watched my homeboy laid down in the street, nobody saw nothing or that's what the police say. Now I got to do 20 hard, I hate that it has to be this way. I left a few good homies still running in the streets, they still trying to be living large and I am property of the state. Looking at the new crew that just came in, I haven't seen my family in God only knows when. So here I sit in a cell, trying to remember what it was all for. I am dying to get a touch, but no love is coming through that door. The ones I thought were my friends, have just walked away. After I took the wrap, they don't have anything to say. Even if I wanted to tell, I don't think I could. I still have family living in the same old hood. So I guess this is how for the moment it has to be. I'm sitting here soldering up with no love from the homies.

The world is filled with chaos, reality has been torn up at the seems. There is an aching for change, but the old paradigm will not easily pass away. Through blood and tears the world is shedding it's old skin. A new birth is coming, what it will be no one is sure. All that we know is that castles are falling and new ideas are emerging, but unfortunately some mimic the old. We must not give in to complacency, but we must move forward with change. How ever painful it might be, we  must let what will come be. Until new ideas are tested, we shall never know what works and what will not. Perhaps only in revolution will we emerge the better, only time can provide the answers that we seek.

With a heart that has been shattered and rebuilt to many times, I now move on. With hopes that have been cast aside and reborn I now go my way. With sorrow as my only friend, I now go into that good night. With nothing left to offer and no sacrifices left to make, I lay down my banner. Having been battered and beaten by life's battles and worn out and weighted down by the journey, I now surrender. The fight is over and the enemy has won the day. Love has been lost and hope is a foreign language that I no longer speak. I cannot live, I can only exist. The earth is salted with my weeping and the hollows echo with my wails. Now at the end of everything I leave the fight. With nothing left to hold me back, I relinquish all desire to start over. I shall simply limp away with what dignity I can muster and no more answer compassion's call. Let each person do as they will and find what ever comfort they can, for I have no love or mercy to give. With an utter longing for the curtain to fall and the veil of night to find me, I go away broken and defeated, for I have no more tears to cry.

Grey and Silver clouds come down from the mountains and bring fog into the valleys. Rain pours down and creates temporary streams in dry gullies. Puddles form in potholes along the driveway and the roadway. The earth drinks in as much water as it can hold, then spews out what it can't take in. The air is cool and damp as I wrap myself in a wool blanket and look at the trees dripping silvery drops off of their limbs. While others see nothing but darkness and gloom, I see beauty and cleansing. While the air may be cold and things may get damp, water like faith is the essence of life. At times both are invisible, but often manifest themselves in a flood of abundance. So I take joy in the rain, knowing that it will help the earth bring forth fruit. That is why there is no ordinary rainy day.

In a v formation the geese ascend. They honk as heralds of the coming spring. The snow is melting and the lakes will thaw. As geese from southern haven return North in majestic beauty. Returning spring again.

Troubled with worldly cares, chasing the next dime, never considering what we should be doing with our time. The grand scheme of things is of no consequence, as not many shall ever be remembered for great achievements. We sacrifice for what is the appearance of happiness and fail to leave time for compassion. We lose ourselves and our humanity, we think the heart is a foolish thing. We spend mere moments showing kindness that could end so much suffering. Love is lost on our daily lives, and in the end what did we accomplish, a few more pieces of silver are gained, what a sad trade for what we have lost, because we had no time for love.

A leaf falls from a tree and a nest is left empty as a small bird takes flight. Over the whole of creation, God watches both day and night. To all that he has made he is attentive. He is very caring you see. So much so that not even one lowly sparrow is unaccounted for, when it leaves it's nest and or falls from a tree.

Finally the day is done. The road has been walked and the battles have been won. The bodies lay scattered around the fields as the dead try to find rest. The noise of conflict is over and the despots that have wrought evil are laid to waste. Human life has been reduced to the value of a piece of iron that can be hurled from the end of a gun. Now those who are left must pick up the pieces. There are no victors because there is no spoil in a battle ravaged land. What ever counted as treasure is worthless to the poor and the infirmed. The blind and the lame do not value gold or silver. The orphans do not care for diamonds or other precious stones. The only comfort is time, perhaps it will mend the broken and heal wounds. For now it is done and the ideals that were fought for have been forgotten. Perhaps it would have been far better if we had just ended it all and started over.

Looking out into the starry night, seeing the Eastern horizon begin to change. There comes the morning, bursting with new light as a new birth burst forth from the mothers womb. The rays of first light pierce the nights pail starry glow. What lies beyond the veil of twilight? Where has the sun been and what story could it tell. A new day is born and great possibilities are made manifest. The world has been asleep and now I see it awaken. As each second passes, the tapestry of life begins anew. Children open tired eyes to fresh light that gives life. Birds are aroused from their nightly slumber. Is I take in the peace of a few moments, I look contemplating what this new day may hold.

My arms ache and my neck hurts. I didn't sleep good on the bench I was on. The news papers got wet and I am still cold. My stomach is growling but I feel sick because I need a fix. My arms are covered with scars from my use and I don't have much self respect left. I am looking for someone to sell me what I need, my last supplier is dead. I force myself up and stagger into the street. I thought about how bad it is, I guess there is no where to go but up.

Ring, ring , ring toll the bells. Ring to herald the warning of what has come. The bells have tolled and declare the judgment. The bells toll for those who would not listen. Apathy took hold and the eye was dimmed and the ear refused to hear, now see the wrath of the indifference. Ring, ring the bells toll for thee. Oh foolish leader who would not heed the warnings. Now your land is stained with blood and you are mocked to scorn by your enemies. Ring, ring, ring; now toll the bells for judgment is at hand.

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.

At the end of the day on a stone jetty, I watch the silver break of the waves crest onto the massive stones. I pull my jacket close around me as the gulls dance about on the chilly ocean breeze. I hear the distant blast of a horn on a merchant ship coming from afar to bring her wares to our shores. The sun begins to go through it's transition as it changes colors from yellow to orange to red. At it hits the horizon and gives golden and red hues to the few clouds that begin to form. The ships, and waves becomes shadows silhouetted in the last few rays, as the sun yields to the first stars of the evening. In a few brief moments both are perfectly aligned and both night and day touch on the dark blue horizon of an ocean sunset.

The ringing the ringing please make it stop. I think it is Monday morning, I am not entirely sure. The bells are ringing for school, at the fire house and even my front door. Who could be calling at this insane hour. Through blurry eyes, I look at the clock and it shines a bright red, blazing the time of 11:00 AM. I roll over with my feet dangling off of the edge of my bed. I hear a marching band and bells ringing in my head. What did I have to eat last night, oh yes nothing I am on a liquid diet. One beer then another before moving to a few shots, then by 10:00 PM it was Peppermint Schnapps and one shot from between the ******* of a fair hair maid. Will some one turn off the sun, I want to stay in bed. I don't really remember I think I called in sick. If not then tomorrow I will get a tongue lashing but for right now I feel sick. I know I shouldn't have indulged so much, but I thought you could handle it when you are young. I guess I missed some portion of the manual on having fun. I lurch forward off of my bed. My feet some how find the floor and I stumble into things. I find the bathroom and turn the shower on, the water is really cold but it makes me yelp in shock, only to remind me of the banging in my head that will not seem to stop. Ode to my hang over.

Oh Lemon Tree with golden fruit that hangs heavy in the summer sun. Oh bitter fruit, that grows for natures amusement. So much do you look like an orange, yet you are bitter and cause children to make funny faces. Yet there are things for which you can be quiet useful. Your juices can clean through many a foul thing and properly blended with sugar cane you can make a refreshing drink or a delightful pie. So oh **** fruit with the golden shell, grow faithfully in the bright sun, until some unsuspecting passer by samples you, not knowing of your bitter surprise that is kept beneath a beautiful golden façade .

Twitter Snapchat Instagram Pinterest Facebook and emails full span. Social media belongs to the left of right-wing opinions it is bereft. If you speak about Jesus, if you say that liberal protests are filled with hate. Then you're called a fascist and your accounts they will delete. So if you're on social media, be wary of the Trap. Being a conservative is not where it's at.

Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, why did you bite upon me. Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, where did you come from? Did you sneak in upon my tree, perhaps you hid on me? Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, please stop biting upon me. Oh you are a painful bug, perhaps you hid in my designer rug? Oh Christmas flea Oh Christmas flea, please don't bite upon me. Now because of you I think that I have the flu, I hope that you get it to. Oh Christmas flea oh Christmas flea, I think I will have to fumigate thee.

Chirping and chattering in a lonesome tree, why do you sing oh lark. What makes you chatter an dart about. Pouncing from limb and branch then hurling yourself towards the earth before taking to the sky. Oh that you would stay a while and sing one more tune or chatter once more at me. Oh why must you go oh lark.

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!

I met an old man on a journey one day. I asked him where he was going and he asked me where I had been. I said that I came from my home and now business called me away, he said that he was heading home to stay. He asked where my home was, and I told him my tale. I spoke of a quiet little cottage clustered quietly by a meadow. I spoke of a loving wife and the child I had left behind. He then told me his home was similar to mine. He said he too lived in a cottage, though it was not really a home. He said it sat beside a meadow for many years you know. He said there he would take his rest, but little joy could be found. He said his wife had passed away and his child had long since left. Now he sits alone in his chair, silently waiting on his death. What a sad tale I thought, that the old man should tell. I asked how he came to be in such a state, if he didn't care for me to pry. He looked over at me and I saw something familiar in his eyes. He simply said that he spent a lot of time on the road, often gone for days. That was all he said as we parted our ways. I then looked back to see where he had gone, but all I saw were rustling leaves where I thought the old man had been. I then stopped to pause and think did this really happen, or was it a dream of what could be or might have already been?

Oh caring soul that flows as gentle as a quiet brook. Oh giver of light and mercy. How kind is your touch and you endearing way. Your grace gives hope at your mere coming, you are a gift in of yourself.

Curse my mortality, shame is it upon me. I can not bear the grief that my own desires bring upon me. Temptation and the delight of pleasure, if even for a brief while. These things make me at odds with the celestial powers. What is man, but a bundle of emotions? Desires that rule our reason. If we are hungry then we seek to eat. If we are lonely, then we seek company. Not in the sense of spiritual comfort, but in the worldly things that give such as this. Alas all of this is temporary, for again we have a mortal self. That which gets in our way and causes us to stumble. If not for divine dispensation, we would die of our own lustful ways long before fate had dictated our end.

Golden flower that annoys my lawn. Puffy white seed pod that drives my cat insane. Flower of Irish lore and a recipe for stew. How I love and loathe you. While you are pretty to look at, you cause me great distress. You come on like an invading army, blotching my landscape with your golden pimples. I cut you down yet you flourish, just a little lower to the ground. Then at the appointed time, you morph into snowballs of allergic terror, giving my sinuses fits. So oh Dandelion, I will love you from afar while trying to find a way to get rid of you. Until the frost comes our relationship will be one of love and hate. May winter find you and **** you off, as the frost helps me bid you goodbye.

Let bells ring and sing in the air. Let the proclamation be made that Christmas is here. Let the choirs  sing in joyous refrain. Let the wonderful news be proclaimed. Through out the land let there be peace on earth and good will towards fellow humans. Let giving be our purpose to help out a stranger or a friend. Oh joyous day that is Christmas, let us remember the give that you have given us.

I gave not thought for tomorrow and cared only for today. I did not think what would come after or that I shouldn't live my own way. Pursuing the things that satisfied my own selfish needs, oh how many warnings I ever failed to heed. What a sinner I was before the lord came and found me. Oh how lost was I until Jesus set me free. Now I walk daily in Gods eternal peace. Oh the joy I could have known, if I had only listened you see, to the sweet message of salvation that Jesus had died for me.

Weary traveler who has suffered long, look up for redemption is near unto you. Oh wounded soul of the lost, take heart for soon healing will be found. Rest shall be given and comfort shall be yours. Hold on to the faithful journey and at the end you shall find recovery and peace.

You who are tired and long for release. Come unto the fold and know Gods peace. Hear the words of salvation, find your rest. Know that there is peace at last. The journey has been long and the burdens have been many. Lay down your past mistakes and be refreshed in spirit. Know the father will renew your soul and give you a new start. Oh weary soul, give up your sins and open your heart. Lay your guilt all upon him. Let God give you a new beginning. Ask for his mercy and find forgiveness for your sins. Oh weary soul please come.

I walk on egg shells everytime I go out. My nerves are frayed like a split wire. I feel like I am drowning in a river of sweat as I walk down the street. I keep my jacket and hood tight around me. The light of day burns me like a searing iron. Eyes are everywhere and everyone, at least what my paranoia is telling me. I try to walk quickly so we not to draw attention to myself. Getting back inside is all that matters to me. My veins burn and my heart races as I crave the sustenance that calms me. Into my building and up the stairs, the light bulbs flicker and the back ground noises buzz in my head. I struggle to get my key into the lock of the door. The pain grows like a wave inside me, I am living on a kniefs edge and I am about to fall off.

The path before me is straight and the way is not very wide. It is difficult to walk such a straight line. I often stumble and get side tracked along the way. Despite the burdens, I go on anyway. For you see someone has walked before me and he has made the crooked places straight. I just need follow his footsteps and  I will make it to my journeys end. So on I will go in confidence, walking the pilgrim way. Until I meet up with the sojourner who went before me, in Gods kingdom one fine day.

There are children playing happily in the park, while in another place they are screaming for something to eat. There are people holding hands as they walk in live, while in another place someone sits lonely and forgotten. There are families welcoming a new addition and celebrating new life, while others are lamenting a tragedy caused by someones carelessness. There is a place where not much ever happens and people can walk down the street and get to know their neighbors. In another location a mother is afraid to let her child go outside for fear that the child will be killed. On any given day there are divergent situations. The question is on any given day, what will we do to make it right?

On any other day I would be happy. Tomorrow I will be just fine. Yesterday was a good day and next week will be ok but for now I will drown my sorrows right here, because this is the day you left me, so pardon me if I can only cry my eyes out. I'm fine on any other day, but not at this particular this sad time of the year.

When the clouds bunch up over my yard and the sun takes time off, the thunder echoes in the distance and the wind whips up dead leaves. I sit on the front porch and watch the way that things get all jumbled up and how the rain just falls and hits the ground. Wrapped up in an old blanket, I let the chilly air pass by me. I am cozy in my favorite rocker and content with where I am. It is a time of reflection and coming to terms with who I am. This is how I find comfort on a rainy day.

When the rain falls, some people might become depressed. Some might want to sleep and wake when it has passed. That is fine for some, but not for me. For on a rainy day, I see what others do not see. On a rainy day, I watch the earth become clean. I see the debris of life washed away. I see leaves falling off of trees to make way for new spring buds. I see cooling of the earth from a hot summers day. I see puddles where children splash and play. I see rebirth and hope being watered by the tears of the sky. So the next time you are feeling Blue and your skies are turning Grey. Just remember that its not so bad on a rainy day.

When the sky turns dark and the wind whips through the trees. I sit and listen for the rain to fall and tap on the roof. I open a bottle of wine and start a fire for I know that a chill will fill the air. I then find a favorite blanket and lay it out on the floor. As the lightning cracks through the air with a fierce thundering roar, I take your hand and pull you close. We lay together talking and laughing into the midnight hour. As the storm passes, we find comfort in each others arms. On a rainy night we reconnect and renew our love as a storm passes by.

A messenger from the other side of the veil. A dark herald bring a foreboding of dire news. The raven sails over the landscape and through the mist. Between two worlds the dark bird soars. Looking for souls to carry over to the other side. Seeking out the departed and bringing the word that they have gone. Be wary of the messenger that comes unbidden. Take care that it is not found near your door.

Oh my soul grows weary as my body refuses to live. I rise from the mortal coil and failed shell of what I was. I see the dark bird waiting for me. A harbinger of things to come, I succumb to the icy grip of the inevitable. With it's dreadful CAW I feel my soul slipping onto dark velvet as the wind rushes through the feathers of my bearer. I am taken over the veil and beyond the horizon. I now find rest as the CAW echoes in my ears, my eyes see the mortal realm fade and my body fall away as I look into the darkness and see the vastness of the stars. I can now see the place where I am waited for as I go to my new life, carried on a Raven's wings.

Down a cobble stone way over a bridge that arches over a clear cool stream, I met my future in your eyes. Way laid from my journey because you had a flat tire on a bicycle, I took a few moments out of my day to mend what was broken, the whole time entranced by your pure dark eyes. What should have been a quick trip became a life time journey, when I was capture by a magical creature who wrapped me in her web of love, one day on a stony road.

On a tree, on a hill forsaken and wounded. A precious soul gave all to save many. In agony and alone, with compassion and love he ask forgiveness for those who took his life. In death as in life he cared deeply, then letting go of his mortal coil, he succumb to his wounds, giving final payment for a debt we could not pay, alone on a tree.

Lift your spirits and lighten your load. Lay down your burdens in a glass of cheer. Celebrate your life for a little while, give your voice to a friendly ear. Let the foam tickle your nose and put your money down. Give an extra shilling and watch the bar maid smile. Tomorrow is not promised or so I have been told. So lets have one more for the road.

The cold riveted me with a stark chill, as I rose from my bed. The floor was frigid on my bare feet as I stumbled for my slippers. The window is covered in a white glaze as I find my way to the kitchen and turn the coffee *** on. I open the back door and look out from the porch, wrapped in my worn but comfortable robe, I admire the bejeweled colored leaves on the trees as they glisten with the ice crystals of the first solid frost. As I hear the coffee finish, I shuffle back inside to pour myself a cup of life. I then sit at the kitchen table and take time to reflect upon things and accept the realizations of life that I have put off for far to long, as I become at peace with my life one frosty morning.

I may never write a great novel, or give a great speech to a large crowd, but the things that I have accomplished, of them I can be very proud. It has taken me a lifetime and the journey on a very difficult Road, but I have borne my burdens and helped others share their load. In my travels I have made a difference to those I have met along the way. I tried to help a different person each and every day. No man will not record my Deeds, they're written in every heart, for every life that I have touched, of that person I am now a part. So when you feel as if you have accomplished nothing, take a moment and reflect. Look back on all those you have met, and check off every time that you gave someone a helping hand, you were making a difference one life at a time.

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.

I wake up with a hang over and I haven't been drinking. I am sick at my stomach because I haven't eaten. The wounds are healing on my wrist, but I keep wanting to lay them open. I am not sure what is wrong with me, still I keep hoping. I look for answers but I find little to make me feel alive. No matter what I try, I am still sad inside. The day wears on, one into the next. Most are horrible make me want to give up. What I wouldn't give for just one lousy day.