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 Jul 2013 Jobe David
C. S. Lewis
Lead us, Evolution, lead us
Up the future's endless stair;
Chop us, change us, **** us, **** us.
For stagnation is despair:
Groping, guessing, yet progressing,
Lead us nobody knows where.

Wrong or justice, joy or sorrow,
In the present what are they
while there's always jam-tomorrow,
While we tread the onward way?
Never knowing where we're going,
We can never go astray.

To whatever variation
Our posterity may turn
Hairy, squashy, or crustacean,
Bulbous-eyed or square of stern,
Tusked or toothless, mild or ruthless,
Towards that unknown god we yearn.

Ask not if it's god or devil,
Brethren, lest your words imply
Static norms of good and evil
(As in Plato) throned on high;
Such scholastic, inelastic,
Abstract yardsticks we deny.

Far too long have sages vainly
Glossed great Nature's simple text;
He who runs can read it plainly,
'Goodness = what comes next.'
By evolving, Life is solving
All the questions we perplexed.

Oh then! Value means survival-
Value. If our progeny
Spreads and spawns and licks each rival,
That will prove its deity
(Far from pleasant, by our present,
Standards, though it may well be).
 Jul 2013 Jobe David
Dougie Simps
I confess, I'm a victim of my own contradictions
I tell people to open they ears, when I barely ever listen
I rarely speak polite than go and say ask permission
And I'm always indecisive then go and say "make a decision"
I got demons, ones that prey on ya and attempt to cause havoc
Since I could touch the ground, I've been a walking born savage
My overpowering ways make BELIEVE anything I want I should have it.
The hardest part for me is to allow my heart to be free
When I believed I was leader, but leaders never flee
I know ya got questions about this simple message,
I should do better for my brother, stop making him so defensive
Show my two sisters a better man, one who's brave and comprehensive
And shows interest in your meaning so when you speak he is attentive
I apologize to my mama, when I bring you all the drama
And look at you as weak when you really gave me the armor
And showed me all the strength
And how impossible is really blank
And how happiness is more fulfilling than all the money in the bank
Let me talk you too, the person who looks at me as see through.
I'm not a prodigy, I'm a human and sometimes I just want you to ask me "How are thinks dude?" Listen to me and see me for more than just your business mistake...I broke the first car ride but overtime I grew strong. Pain can make you rise from the drops and allow you to handle the pressure and anything else it may take.

Then they ask if you're crazy?
hell yeah, Well, maybe..
Took a few shots to the chest but passion came in and resuscitated me.
I got this vibe, guess we all need a feeling, Maybe it was my angel's touch that finally got me healing...Maybe I'm built for disaster? Maybe I speak upon an forgiven matter? I keep trying to reachout, could it be this short ladder? Picture the moment you thought you found what it is you've been looking for...but how can you live a fulfilled life if you're morally poor?

My dear friends, was really good?
I know I come off misunderstood
I got some things on my chest I need to say if I could
Some of ya come off different, some others a lil distant, at times I don't wanna say stuff to you cause I'm afraid and slightly resistant
I have all the love for you and upmost respect, I just need ya to know the past the past, I have no regrets
I've slightly felt like an outsider and sometimes I will regress
And when I give you my all, it never feels like my best
I haven't been the greatest friend
So lets not play pretend, I apologize for that and hope that we can make amends. Imma stick with you homies from now till the end
This next is to my father, Who taught everything but not...sometimes I see you in my reflection, and wish the nightmares would just stop
One minute ill be cool, triggered, instantly I turn hot
This why I haven't had a relationship since the love of my life, called it quits and put it to a stop...
Too a way I've always been with women, family and friends
22 suicide letters to my angel I have sent
Never thought I applied to rules that's why my mind is all bent
This ignorant thinking, got me shrinking, so imma use confession to finally vent
I say "imma be a star" but doubt it 99 percent...feel I work so hard but barely put in what I get.
Sometimes I sleep on a dream wake up and say it's near, when the truth is I'm a little boy who still hides behind his fears.
I've heard I have so much drive but can barely turn, barely steer.
Crazy how your visual thinking isn't what it appears.

Use to worry about the views and worry about the follows
Now I'm tryna to share dark stories that could make the devil gulp and swallow
Cause the factor of my life is I never played nice
I choose to beat you all down with my temper and spite
I barely know what I do wrong and never see my rights
I love sitting in the dark, my soul is kinda afraid of the light
I'm sorry for my ways, I'm sorry for the older days, I'm sorry that I've changed, I'm sorry for my inconsistent phase
I'm sorry that I've been lost, I'm sorry I labeled all of you as a cost
I'm sorry my heart is an icebox and I pump blood made of frost.
I'm trying to practice what I preach, and learn what I teach.
In sorry to my grandfather I'll make it up to you when we meet.
So I guess it's true, that your experiences are your greatest lessons..I just had to let ya know...
These here are my final words and greatest confessions.

-Dougie simps
They say the truth sets you free...
I stood at the top of the stairs, waiting & watching,

to see his car come winding around the bend,

up to our street and into the driveway.

Filled with anticipation & mischief, I listened quietly for his footsteps,

the jingling of his keys, as he unlocked the front door.

There I stood, hidden, trying not to breathe,

as I listened to him slowly climb the stairs, feet weary from the day.

Full of hope and excitement I jumped out,

'Boo!' I gleefully shouted, with a smile perched on my lips.

Time stood still, if but for a moment,

searching his face, I focused in on his eyes.

Expecting to see joy and amusement,

instead I was confronted only with a frown of annoyance.

My smile departed almost as quickly as it had arrived.

Filled with disappointment, as I watched him move past me, not even touching.

Down the hallway to his room, briefcase in hand, shutting the door behind him.

Leaving me at the top of the stairs,

with a hole in my heart.
Love is patient, love is kind.
Love is to lose your mind.
Sometimes dwindling in its trust,
sometimes overcome with lust.
Love is clever, love is lost,
will the perfect love still pay a cost?
Love has given me warmth, has held my soul,
love has left me with a hole.
In my heart.

And love is indifferent,
because I would do it all over again and again,
for love.
Music can inspire, and give comfort in a time of solace.
  MUSIC
It can calm your soul, or break your heart,
It can mend emotions, or rip them apart.
It can make you sing and want to dance,
It can give you confidence, when normally you stood without a fighting chance.

It can make you remember loved ones that's passed away.
It can make you smile, when you're having one of them days.
All types of music, and all types of songs,
from sad country, to "Hits from a ****."

Music can reach you, where nothing else can,
Music can make you cry over a woman or a man.

Sometimes you hear a song and it penetrates so deep,
all the emotions from it, stored in your soul, your's to keep.

Other times; one song can bring back moments of pain.
From the first chord struck, to the first word sang.

So different all of us are,
yet one thing we have in common; we each carry music in our hearts.

I don't know about you,
but the gift of music is something that I believe in; something true.

Many things can affect us,  and make things feel so right or wrong,
and God gave us so many things, and one of the greatest is the,' gift of song'..
A perfect moon that settled above the ocean tide,
two unique strangers' walking the beach from opposite sides.

A majestically beautiful woman, who felt so alone,
she prays everyday, but everyday; something always goes wrong.

She walks slowly trying to figure out her fate,
she wants love she wants more than what this life seems always to initiate.
A sudden breeze blows her jet black hair,
for there was a different feeling lingering in the air.

She sits down and looks at the moon,
making a wish, and hoping that it happens very soon.
Lethargic she feels not wanting to stand,
so as she sits and she wishes drawing in the sand.

50 yards away a man walks thinking about the past day,
The pain he feels; the pain that never goes away.
He suddenly stops and looks at the moon,
He too makes a wish and has faith it will happen soon.

He starts walking again, by a force unseen,
his eyes adjust and he sees a beauty so serene.
As he gets closer her beauty illuminates his eyes,
but as he reaches her, he feels sad, for as the closer he gets, the more he hears her cry.

Hello the stranger says, as he got by her side,
Startled she got, as she was lost inside her own mind.
A moment of silence as they looked at each other with surprise,
And then he saw it, the beauty of her eyes.

She said "hello." and thought he looked so sad,
as they stared at each other their minds were no longer distracted
for he saw her, she saw him
and in more ways than one their feelings' reacted.

He sit next to her and just looked at her beauty,
she couldn't contain her smile, cause he was such a cutie.
No words were said though was the strange thing,
but deep down inside they both felt a kinda ring.

Finally breaking the silence, the man asked "why do you cry?"
She said to him "well why are you so sad?, I can see it in your eyes"
"Oh just life  breaking me down every way it can."
and she said, "I know what you mean for my life, I've lost all command."

They talked for hours and shared their thoughts,
in her eyes he found beauty, the beauty in this world he always sought.
In his words she found some hope, true love and joy,
cause she felt his heart, when he talked about his little boy.

As the perfect moon started to fall
silence befell them, and time seemed to stall.

He stood looked down and grabbed her hand,
"dance with me, he said," dance with me in the sand".
He pulled her up and as they danced the world seemed to fade.
And in each other, they realized the life that was intended, the life that God made.

They slowly stopped the dance and in their eyes was a shine,
a light anyone could have seen, a light so divine.
slowly he bent forward cause it felt so right,
anxiously she waited, under the perfect moonlight.

Slowly and softly their lips touched with passion,
and it was the best kiss, anyone could have ever imagined.
A kiss so heartfelt a kiss so true,
a kiss that felt right, a kiss that seemed to be the reason the ocean was blue.

As sunlight came the strangers felt love like never before,
but what would it become, for they stood on the ocean shore.

One thing was true, as they saw the sun and it's beaming light,
Who could've known that love could be found under a perfect moonlight.

A night anyone would want, a night not to miss,
a night of passion, that led to the perfect; moonlight kiss..
In the hour of death, after this life’s whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb—
  The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.

When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,
And the mind can only disgrace its fame,
And a man is uncertain of his own name—
  The power of the Lord shall fill this frame.

When the last sigh is heaved, and the last tear shed,
And the coffin is waiting beside the bed,
And the widow and child forsake the dead—
  The angel of the Lord shall lift this head.

For even the purest delight may pall,
And power must fail, and the pride must fall,
And the love of the dearest friends grow small—
  But the glory of the Lord is all in all.
 Jun 2013 Jobe David
Tessa Marie
The sky falls at such a fast rate.
The ground crumbles beneath the weight.
We can't go
       p
     u
We can't go
     d
       o
         w
            n.
Our feet cringe
With anxiety.
Where to go,
We'll surely never know.

— The End —