She's such a visionary,
she pictures art where peasants revel...
had a near death experience, said she even saw hell...
She sees potential in me, despite the times that i fell..
she convinced me to keep throwing pennies in wells..
not because she believes in myths and superstitions...
but because she sees homeless people dig in after all the wishin..
So on a good day, i throw in a few quarters, she sees i care.
But im no hero i just want Ms. Adeline to be aware..

Everything she sees, and envisions she blesses. & Everyone agrees...
So i tell her.
Never take your lovely eyes off the world, please.

She promised me she wouldn't, ever since she saw God.


What makes her see goodness?, what makes her so kind?.....
if only the world knew, Ms. Adeline was born blind.




-afj

Shrouded in darkness
The demons lie,
Waiting to terrorize
The innocent soul.
Twisting and turning
The touches of truth
Into something
The heart does not know.
And, in the darkness where demons dwell
And fear feeds the flower of deceit,
Only the hunger that you feed the most
In the end will be what you believe.
By: Linda Duncan

I’m sure it wasn’t easy
Being a teenage mother with child;
It would have been simpler to have aborted me
And had another one after a while.
But you chose right over easy
Stood firm and held your ground;
And even when things got a little rough
You never once backed down.
You sacrificed time after time
To give me the things I needed;
To push me on ahead in lie
To make sure I succeeded.
You made time for the nagging questions
That only a child could ask
You made being a mother
Seem like a simple task.
I’m older now and wiser,
And in the years I’ve grown.
I’m settled down and married
With children of my own.
And being a mother I’ve learned
Is one of the hardest things to do;
And yet I remember throughout the years
It seemed so easy for you.
I remember you always having the time
To put my fears to rest;
Or time to put away your life
And help me on my tests.
I remember things you did without
To buy me shoes or a dress;
You never got impatient
Or treated me like a pest
And I pray that when the years are gone
And my children are grown up too;
They will think half as much of me,
As I’ve come to think of you.
I’ll never forget your sacrifice
Just to bring me into this world;
I just wanted to let you know,
Love always, from your little girl.

If all were fair and just in the world
Maybe there would be peace.
If the world had wisdom and understood
Maybe the fighting would cease.
If all men had sympathy and caring
Maybe no child would live unfed.
If life held no pain or sorrow
No tears would need be shed.
If all could be humble and meek
Then pride would not stand in our way,
There would be no ambitions to to drive us
No temptations to cause us to stray.
If each soul could be filled with laughter
There could be joy in each heart.
If all men could be brethren
Then each man could feel a part.
If at any time your life is this
Then your life is rare.
And the world could be like this
If the world were just and fair.

I walk in darkness
But not alone.
I find myself
Bumping into pain
Stabbed with confusion
Crying in the darkness
With only the sound of my own sorrow
To break the silence.

Fear shrouds in like a mist
Until terror takes over.
And, through my tears
I look at the enclosing shadows;
And, strange as it may seem,
I find hope
Knowing they are cast
By the light.