(1/23/13)

when it comes to **** - i agree for this was something that she did not foresee
she wanted to have a normal life, fall in love and become a wife.
to have children if and when she decided, and not be afraid or to hide it.
she had been ***** - body , mind , and soul
and she feels she no longer has control.
now this is what a ****** has in mind, and wants to be in control all the time.

yet now ! you do have a choice which will be the first of many
keep this child or abort, and foget everything that you may have been taught.
if GOD had this **** planned for you ( which i don't believe)
then he's also given you the choice as what to do
he has given us all free will, and with a decision like this
you can't stand still.

some will say it's because the clothes you wore- or things you said
but with a ****** - you did not want to bed.
( e.g. )right now this child is like a drop of spit which you spit out
because of the bad taste it gives. "do you want this child to live?"
the taste may stay in your mouth the rest of your days
is this the way this child will be raised?

yet the choice is up to you - no one knows what you've gone thru.
if they had punishments to fit the crimes, then the ******
would get it from behind.
they would know what they put you through because they'll be
going thru it too, and if they was to **** with intent
their life in jail would be spent.
if they have no regard for human life
then they should pay the ultimate price.

this is for all the women

He used his tool and got it wet
And he had no regret.
If you play with matches you can get burned
This is the lesson they’ve yet to learn.
Her menstation came a bit late, and on the
Results she had to wait.
It came back positive just like she knew
Now there was something she had to do.
She confronted him with the news
His response was : “this child you must lose “.
I’m too young to be a dad- cause of a little fun we had “
Now the thought weighed heavy on her mind
Should I abort? Do I have the time?
There is a child growing in me, and taking its life
I just can’t see.
GOD has given me the most beautiful gift to man
Although this wasn’t a part of my plan.
I will raise him on my own, and to that dead beat dad
I’ll throw some stones.
A single parent living in a house all alone
No electricity and no phone.
Bill collectors at the door, has her wondering if she can
Hide any more.
She was abandoned during her pregnancy
With no friends or family.
The biggest lesson she had learned
Was when she had to work thru her full term.
He said he loved her and would always be there
When told she was pregnant – he didn’t care.
He had to fulfill his ****** desire, and she was there
To put out his fire.
How can some men be so cruel, and think all women are the fools.
He claimed the child wasn’t his , and walked away with a grin.
She had made a mistake, but was no fool
She learned a lot while in school.
She put the welfare system to full use
To stop this man and his abuse.
They hunted him down and checked his DNA
And now this man has to pay.
Now she has the last laugh
As he’s paying thru his ***.

(10/01/11)

All that she knew was that it was a snowy day
And she was in a horse pulled sleigh
The blanket was covering her
From her knees to her feet.
The thermo of hot chocolate was such a treat.

The frozen lake, the snow covered trees
Was truly a sight to be seen.
the birds high up in the trees
Whistling so cheerfully

Singing songs of  summers past
And how the winter came so fast.
The ground hog not wanting to come out
He knew well what winter was about.
The ground was covered in a blanket of white
All roads and paths were out of sight.
That did not stop this horse pulled sleigh
He had gone thru this many a day.  
He had a covered barn that awaited him
That was the reason he had a grin.
The animals were frantically searching for food
The possums, the raccoons, the rabbits
And The squirrels too.
With one purpose in mind
And that was to stay alive.
As she got to where they were gathered
She pulled out from under her blanket
A five pound bag of peanuts and seed
for her to feed - these poor
Little creatures who always came around
When there was no food to be found.
She was the snow white of this land
Always there to give a hand.
So when you see a squirrel stop and stand
on its hind legs, it’s to see if it is their snow white
Who helped them on this cold winter night.

Since you have not been a friend
Now it’s time for this relationship to end
I was tired of your deceits and lies
What is it you’re trying to hide?
Is it because of pains that you’ve been through?
And you don’t know what to do?
With the truth you don’t play
The truth goes a long long way.
I’m giving it up – can’t take any more
Going to walk right out of that door.
So many lies and deceit- in your world I can’t compete.
To my heart I can’t be untrue
But it is so easy for you.
You use people to no end- it matters not family or friend
You are a user, an abuser, a downright loser
But what goes around, comes around
And all your lies will be found.

They say your body is a temple, and I found
This to be true, for in my temple I found you.
I felt your soul surround me like a mist
On a foggy day, and right then I knew
That in my heart forever you would stay.

My body is a temple and
You are the foundation
you control my heart
And every sensation.

Now this temple had become a temple of two
For it belonged to me and you.
We built this temple for all the world to see
That thru love this is the way it should be.

When you’ve shared the most precious
Moments that GOD did provide
When not on all topics did we see eye to eye
When in sickness you was the comforting stone
And you know that you’re not alone.

When that temple seems to be falling apart
And you‘ve lost all hope in your heart.
When it seems like you have no other place to go
And your thoughts are moving slow
That is when you turn to the lord above
To show you how to rekindle that love.

The body is a temple and in it I found you
And with your strength I know what I have to do.
I will rebuild this temple with the love of my life
For  you are my partner, my lover, my wife.

All you could see was the blood trickle down the devils sickle
As he laughs away at his new deaths today.
He knows there are many who will go astray
And with evil they love to play.

These are the ones who will lose their souls
Because in life they had no control.
Had they listened and looked around
GODS kingdom they would have found.

In the meantime the devil sits in his lair
Cause he knows he’ll get his share.
Some sins may look to be fun , but you’re under the devils gun.

He makes the world so enticing to where you want to explore
Never thinking that you’re opening up his door.
Although he may be a worthy opponent
GOD he could never defeat and will always be underneath GODS feet.
© L . RAMS 090215

my pre -Christmas poem for 2014

                 Christmas Teachings

Making out my list while sitting in my room
Thanksgiving is almost here and Christmas will follow soon.
Thinking about the decorations that I plan on putting out
Because decorating for Christmas is what I’m all about.
I love to see the children s smiles and hear their comments too
Of what they’re wishing for Christmas and what they plan to do.
Most are dreaming of bicycles and toys of every kind
While the parents are keeping track and watching every dime.
We were once those same children who waited patiently
To see what Santa would put underneath our Christmas tree.
To children – Christmas is of toys and being out of school
Yet they’re not being taught how Christmas came to be
Of how a child called JESUS CHRIST set mankind free.
If they was to take CHRIST out of Christmas
There would be no holiday and children would have no gifts
Or toys with which to play.
The birth of CHRIST is the reason we celebrate this day
The reason children get toys and the grownups kneel to pray.
He was born in a manger in a bed made of hay when the three kings came
They all knelt down to pray.
He was born the king of kings of that there is no doubt
He showed the world Love and Peace and that’s
What Christmas is about?
Love one another and share the Christmas joy
This is what we were taught by this little boy.
© LRAMS
I

People from all over come to see the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree.
Men, women, children alike – all say it’s a most beautiful sight.
Every year they search for the tallest Christmas tree
And decorate it so carefully.
There is nothing left to chance – there must be bulbs on every branch.
This tree is a symbol of our right to be free Put up each year for the world to see.
It has become symbolic to us like the Thanksgiving Day parade
New years on Times Square which are the things
That AMERICA shares.
Every dream that you perceive – in NEW YORK CITY can be achieved.
There are centers of every kind- where dreams become alive
The diamond center, the garment center, the art center too
And that’s just to name a few.
The United Nations was built on these grounds
Where every language can be found.
NEW YORK CITY where I was born and raised
I give you thanks and I give you praise.                              © LRams

born high in the mountains of Tennessee
With no running water, or electricity.
Living in rags that her father found in the woods
Was her only salvation, her only goods.
They put her in pampers that they had found
***** and filthy and pulled from the ground.
A rock stove and firewood
They would eat when they could.
He did fishing and trapping just to survive.
The closest neighbor was twenty miles away
By the time he walked there he would have to stay.
The neighbor would take all that he trapped
In return give him food, clothing, ammunition and bacon fat.
The neighbor then told him:
This is no way to raise a child.
You’ve been in the mountains quite a while.
Things have changed drastically
In school is where this child should be.
This child must learn how to read and write
What you’re doing to her, just isn’t right.
He packed up his knapsack and up the mountain he fled
Putting her with other children, was something he did dread.
He finally got home where his wife and child awaited
He looked at them and then hesitated.
With gleams in their eyes of the goodies he brought
The child looked in the bag for a doll that she sought.
Not finding the doll in the bag, she turned and walked
Away extremely sad.
She went outside into the woods with
her head hung down and there she stood.
The tears started to form in her eyes
And then just began to cry.
Her father saw this and his heart broke in two
Now he knew what he had to do.
The following morning he went back down the mountain again
To speak to his neighbor, his only friend.
He asked his friend what should I do
My daughter is suffering and feeling blue.
I don’t have the money to buy her things, or send her to school
And living in the mountains is not the right tool.
He said: you are a natural born mountain man
And for you I do have a plan.
How would you like to teach others how to survive
And into your mountains they would climb.
You can teach them how to hunt and fish
This is on a city dwellers wish list.
You will get paid for what you love to do
And to your heart you will be true.
    Looking at his family and the way they lived
An education for his child he had to give.
His friend set up flyers and posted them all over town
And on the internet this mountain man was found.
He brought his child down from the mountain top
And until she had an education he would not stop.
She stayed with this neighbor and friend
And saw all that she had missed
She was in heaven, she was in bliss.
Her father now made enough to continue her education
And to learn those golden rules, now he knew she had the tools.
She grew up with hope in their heart
And her father and neighbor gave her the start.
Now don’t ever think that there is nothing
That you can’t do.
With hope in your heart, you can follow thru.

HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET OURSELVES FREE.

memories are sometimes disguised
so that we do not see
all The imperfections that lie in you and me.
The memories that are painful
can sometimes be our strengths
For if we take it by the horns
We can mold it and it will bend.
There are so many people that we meet
Along the way, some we turn our backs on
And some we allow to stay.
People are so defensive that it becomes
Easy to offend.
You say something jokingly , then you lose a friend.
We put our feelings in disguise so that no one
Can see, that we can cry like anyone else
but live in hypocrisy.
The disguises can be many and we
tend to hide our face, but when we look in the mirror
All that we can see, is the pain in our eyes
That brings back those memories.
Memories can be like daggers that stab you in the back
They will build up inside of you  and then they double stack.
Let us take off the disguises and face it head on
Once we do that it will all be gone.
Then the memories that lie within ourselves
Will be all of beauty and there it will dwell.

(love story)

She was only 21-when her fiancés life
Was taken with a gun.
They had three years together
And life was getting so much better.
They had plans for a wedding in June
But it ended much too soon.

He had given her a long stem rose
Then he fell to one knee, and did propose.
She took the rose and with loving tender care
With her diary she would share.

She took the rose and cut the stem
And she knew his love would never end.
She knew with time this flower would wither
And die- and that it was a love between he and I.
So she got the silica gel, And preserved the
Rose very well.

She put it into a plastic bag
and vacuumed out all the air.
Then put it into her diary
Where only she could see.

They said it was a down right shame
That he was in the middle of a shootout
Between two rival gangs.
That was when he lost his life
Before she became his loving wife.

As the tears rolled down her eyes
She started to visualize
Of how her wedding day would have been
Had he not been in the wrong place
At the wrong time.
Their life would have turned out fine.

As she placed the rose upon the diary page
Growing inside of her was a sense of rage.
Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate?

But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt
Relieving her of all the anger she felt.
Their love for each other was “ oh so pure”
Of a happy life together she was sure.

Life can be comical, and you never know
What it will bring.
But she got pregnant doing her thing.

Then one night when she fell asleep
Into her mind he did creep
And told her these words:
Now you have three things I left behind
My love, a rose, and a child of mine.

When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain
For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.

(5/8/12)

There’s a city of angels where all angels dwell
A city of angels I can tell.
They wait for their assignments from
The saints up above
To watch over GODS children that he loves.

The city of angels where there is no such thing as sleep
The city of angels where the LORDS words they keep.
This is where they sing and rejoice and give praise
For their destinies have been laid.

This is a world of spirituality - something that
We as humans do not see.
A world where there is no sickness or pain
And all the angels are the same.

There is no such thing as color or religious barriers
For they are all the LORDS carriers.
Many get their wings in the transition
From life to death , and many have not gotten theirs yet.

When they get their wings it is a great feeling
Which gets their souls reeling.
It is like a bright star that enters you
And his love just radiates through.

The city of angels where true happiness lies
That is what you will find.
Your loved ones that have gone before you
Are there to see you thru, and to help you
At every turn, the same way that they had learned.

They see their subjects on a large monitor screen
And what that person is going thru, then the answers
Are left for you.
Like a multiple choice you must pick the one that’s right
To get them from the darkness to light.

But not to worry for there are no mistakes
In GODS heaven that can be made
For their destinies have also been laid.
You are there to strengthen them in their hours of need
And on your strength they do feed.

To all in the city of angels - I raise my head
And stand with pride , that one day soon
I’ll be by your side.

(angels above - angels below)

they came like thieves in the night
Hijacked the planes while in flight
2974 people died that day
And for their souls we still pray.

Ground zero will live in the minds of man
And the world is taking a stand.
These terrorist acts must come to an end
And more troops the nations will send.

The young minds that they enslaved
Will come out of their caves
They will see the treachery
And will long to be free.

Why is it that you fear freedom so?
Is it because in your hearts you know
That you and your followers
Will have no place to go.

Communism and dictatorships
Are falling to the ground
Every where you look there’s love to be found.

Mothers are not giving up their children
To commit suicide, freedom is
The key on which they rely.
9/11 was the breaking point
For all the world to see
This is the reason it’s now world history.

“ to freedom” the world is now
Opening up their eyes, this we can not deny.
The world is getting smaller, and there’s
No place to hide.
No matter where you go, you know we will find.
People are closing in on all your terrorist acts.
Look around you, you know that’s a fact.
So to al- Qaeda and all the other terrorists factions
The world is now counter acting.
The bell of freedom will ring through out each nation
We will stop all your devastation.

I am the shark and you are the fish
The taste of you is the perfect dish.
Like a shark who smells the blood of its prey
I smell your perfume and I want to stay.

The aroma that comes out of your pores
Makes me want to stay forever more.
I taste the softness of your lips
And the movement of your tongue
And I know I’m your only one.

I run my fingers thru your hair
And pull your head gently to me
For I know it’s where I want you to be.

I cover you like the night covers the sky
And to make you completely mine.
With you I feel the rhythm of the ocean
I could feel your love and devotion.

This shark has but one goal
And that’s to make you completely whole.

this is about ABUSE and AGE


as you know there is so many different types of abuse and a lot of it is on seniors


we have the physical ,******, verbal, mental to name a few and the elderly parents can fall into two and many times three of the four listed'  we see children who can not , will not or just don't give a **** about anyone let alone their own parents'


first may come the verbal abuse and then the mental abuse and finally the physical.


so this little poetic story is about parents getting even.


                                   PARENTS REVENGE


mom, dad - you lived your life so let me live mine


i'm not going to take care of you till the end of time.


I am young with so many things to do and no time to take care of you.


i'll have to put you in a nursing home or an assisted living


maybe you could survive on what social security is giving.


I am packing your bags and sending you away, I can't take care of you another day.





the father answered - my child since the day that you was born


we fed you, bathed you, changed your diapers and changed your clothes


because of the love we have for you.


now the tables are turned and you must do for us what we did for you


but if you don't want to -" that's o.k. too.


because we didn't expect any more from you


we had bought a house in OLD MEXICO and that is wher


we both shall go, with our social security checks


we  can live like a king and queen and it's the most beautiful house


that we've ever seen. we'll have two live in servants


and a nurse, who will take care of us for better or worse


so live your life as you must, because we put our savings in a trust.


ha -ha  the joke's on you son.

(1/5/12)

If you could stir up peoples thoughts and feelings
Without making a sound.
                    Why not?
If you could get them to stop all the evil that’s around.
                     Why not?
If you can get them to look into their hearts and souls
And see that god gave them something made of gold.
                      Why not?
If you could help to take away the suffering and the pain
And people would all be the same.
                       Why not?
If you could feed all the children in the world
Every little boy and girl.
                        Why not?
If you could make people feel like they’ve
Accomplished a goal in their life.
                        Why not?    
If you could help to take away the
children s cancers or m. s. and polio.
                        Why not?                  
You have to start someplace !
                        Why not? With yourself !

Years may come, and years may go
But of my love this much I know.
You can never find another love
The same as me, if you lived thru eternity.

My love was a seed which was implanted in me
And has grown bigger than the tallest tree.
Its roots are deep in the foundation
Whereas I feel every sensation.

I feel the tremors and I drink the waters of life
Which makes me stronger, every passing
Day and night.
And as a gardener who takes the petals
Off its flowers.

My love comes back stronger and
more beautiful to your sight.
For it shows my strength and might.
Look at the beauty of my love
And smell its aromatic fragrances.
Releasing all your feelings and
Which gets your senses reeling

“ feel your heart flutter”
for another love like mine
There will be no other.
This is the deep rooted love that
I have for you and
“what you do is up to you”.

louis rams

this is the first story of my hope series for your reading pleasure

Stories Of Hope Series #1 living in poverty-the trapper and family


Born high in the mountains of Tennessee
With no running water, or electricity.
Living in rags that her father found in the woods
Was her only salvation, her only goods.
They put her in pampers that they had found
***** and filthy and pulled from the ground.
A rock stove and firewood
They would eat when they could.
He did fishing and trapping just to survive.
The closest neighbor was twenty miles away
By the time he walked there he would have to stay.
The neighbor would take all that he trapped
In return give him food, clothing, ammunition and fat.
The neighbor then told him:
This is no way to raise a child.
You’ve been in the mountains quite a while.
Things have changed drastically
In school is where this child should be.
This child must learn how to read and write
What you’re doing to her, just isn’t right.
He packed up his knapsack and up the mountain he fled
Putting her with other children, was something he did dread.
He finally got home where his wife and child awaited
He looked at them and then hesitated.
With gleams in their eyes of the goodies he brought.
The child looked in the bag for a doll that she sought.
Not finding the doll in the bag, she turned and walked
From the room looking so sad
She went outside deep in the woods
her head hung down and there she stood.
The tears started to form in her eyes
And then she did cry.
Her father saw this and his heart broke in two
Now he knew what he had to do.
The following morning he went back down the mountain again
To speak to his neighbor, his only friend.
He asked his friend what should I do
My daughter is suffering and feeling blue.
I don’t have the money to buy her things, or send her to school
And living in the mountains is not the right tool.
He said: you are a natural born mountain man
And for you I do have a plan.
How would you like to teach others how to survive
And into your mountains they would climb.
You can teach them how to hunt and fish
This is on a city dwellers wish list.
You will get paid for what you love to do
And to your heart you will be true.
Looking at his family and the way they lived
An education for his child he had to give.
His friend set up flyers and posted them all over town
And on the internet this mountain man was found.
He brought his child down from the mountain top
And until she had an education he would not stop.
She stayed with this neighbor and friend
And saw all that she had missed
She was in heaven, she was in bliss.
Her father now made enough to continue her education
And to learn those golden rules, now he knew she had the tools.
She grew up with hope in their heart
And her father and neighbor gave her the start.
Now don’t ever think that there is nothing
That you can’t do.
With hope in your heart, you can follow thru.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET OURSELVES FREE.

louis rams

The many faces of JESUS, I see it everywhere
Staring from a rug, staring from a chair.
He is in the trees so green, and in the grass so high
In the mountains , and in the sky.
In the rivers, and in the ocean blue
He is all around- he’s inside of you.

In your generosity, and in your caring ways
In the love that you show, from day to day.
In the newborn child that is laughing with you.
In the sounds of the birds, and the beasts of prey.
He is everything that we do and say.

He is in our churches,  mosques, and synagogues
And every place we pray.
He is every breath we take
And he helps us to find the way.

He is in the sun at daytime
And in the moon at night
In every good thought and dream
And always in plain sight.

In our cemeteries where our
Loved ones are laid to rest.
He’s even on our currency
and that’s the best one yet.
     ( in god we trust)

He is everywhere that surrounds
Our every being.
This is my LORD, this is what I’m seeing.

Living in the ghettos in the big city
Rats and roaches was his company
No one to turn to, nothing to see
Living in poverty and misery.

A wife and two teenage girls is what made his world.
When he had made his wedding vows
He did not expect a change from then to now.

People losing their jobs every day
Hours being cut, and drops in pay.
He thought he had the future in his hands
But with life it’s just a scam.

From the suburbs to the ghetto streets
But he landed on his feet.
He found out that anyone can get
To the low point in life.
Where it affects him, his children, his wife.

Everything had to be put in storage
And then finally sold.
His furniture , his personal possessions
And what ever gold.

Surrounded by so many people in the same boat
He had to find a way to stay afloat.
He found other people who felt the same as he
And was tired of living in this poverty.

They decided to pool their monies every week
A new way of living they would seek.
They decided that abandoned buildings
And homes was the way to go.
And recognition the banks would soon know.

Every house and building they redid
With pride and care, and with the community
Their work they’d share.
Soon the entire community started
To take pride, and real estate they
Started to buy.

Now this community is the best around
Better homes can not be found.
HOPE, LOVE, PRIDE, DETERMINATION
Made this fantastic creation.
If they can do it, so can you
You just have to follow through.

Not many people do get out.
But this is what HOPE,
and  DETERMINATION is all about.

I am over 2000 years old, and I am still honored today
People still call me as they kneel down to pray.
I have not changed in all that time
I can still cure the sick , the lame , the blind.
Faith can go a very long way, and I will listen when you pray.

When you think that the devils got a hold on you
I’ll be there, I know just what to do.
Everyone has a destiny that they must fulfill
It is in the masters book, it is GODS will.
Every life must touch another for us to be whole
It’s part of our destinies, and part of our goal.

We all have a cross that we must bear
But with my father I was able to share.
He gave me the strength that I needed most
It came from THE FATHER, THE SON, THE HOLY GHOST.
I spread the words that he had given to me
And it has lasted thru this eternity.

I called out to my FATHER, before I took my last breath
And the skies above became black as can be
That was when I filled my destiny.
Thousands upon thousands have died in my name
Was their lives worth it, or was it in vain?
They was put here to spread the word
Words that on deaf ears were not heard.
For all did not believe that I died that day
But yet in my tomb, I did lay.

Now I leave this question to you: if I did not exist,
who would you turn to?

Isle of enchantment             (Puerto Rico)                  (3/15/12)

It was the  isle of enchantment where I fell in love
The isle where dreams flourish and grow
And your heart is with the one you know.
Where two hearts will become as one
Underneath the Caribbean sun.

Love is in the air and on the beach too
That is where I fell in love with you.
The isle of enchantment called PUERTO RICO
The island that you must get to know.

The beaches with their crystal clear waters
And beautiful white sands
Will make you feel as if you’re in the promised land.

How can I not be in love with you?
When you make me feel whole
How can I not be in love with you?
When you touch my inner soul.

In you hope I found- and you turned my life around
You have shown me what it is to live
And to you my love I give.
I never knew what love was before
Till you opened up that door.

The moment I held you in my arms
And kissed you passionately
Right then I knew- another one there can never be.

The isle of enchantment captured my heart and soul
And with you is where I belong.

(10/3/14)

It was the first thing put on GODS list
So why do we question if angels exist?
They are his soldiers the guardians of earth
They have been here since humanities birth,
And since the world began giving GOD a helping hand.
Like everything in life it is a chain of command
That all of us should understand.
Not all who perish get their wings
You had to accomplish certain things
Trying to keep the commandments of GOD
No matter how difficult, no matter how hard.
Then there are the earthly angels who are always by your side
These are your teachers, they are your guides.
You’ve heard the expression “an angel was watching over you “
That is so very true.
They are with you until when the LORD decides
This is the last moment of your time.
If you still don’t believe in angels then that’s a shame
Because in their book they have your name!
Just like SANTA with his naughty and nice
This is the one who will take you to paradise.
Maybe we’ll meet on the other side
And you will tell me how you changed your mind.

a little humor for you




It was above and beyond the call of duty
When she had to clean his *****.
He had crap from the pampers down
And not a clean spot to be found.

Then he took his hand and spread it all around
From the table to the ground.
He had spread it every where
And had done it with such care.

To him this was just a game
As he tried to write his name.
His mother was as angry as can be
But she laughed hysterically.

And as her laughter finally settled down
He looked at her with a frown.
He did not realize all that he had done
He was just having fun.

As she carried him to the shower
He decided to have his final hour.

I looked into a window and what did I see
Bags of presents underneath a Christmas tree.
A boy unwrapping presents and jumping with joy
As he played with all his toys.
Mom and dad sitting down-with gift wrap paper all around.
Now! Grandpa and grandma will be here soon
Bringing more presents to fill the room.
I’m standing outside with my clothes torn and tattered
The wind and snow blowing- I feel worn out and battered.
My parents had told me that they care, but with me
They had nothing to share.
As I turn to walk away I hear a voice say: come on in and stay
We have more than enough on this day.
Mom and dad saw you standing there, and we have enough
Dinner that we can share.
We are about the same height – I have some clothing that will fit just right.
I even have some extra shoes and a coat that I no longer wear
You can have them, mom and dad don’t care.
I washed up and put on my new shoes and clothes and sat down to eat
“Man oh man” what a treat, and after I ate I started to rise
“Oh my God” what a surprise.
There’s two shopping bags at the door, one with food and so much more.
I don’t know what to say!    For you have blessed me on this Christmas day.
I don’t even know your names!
This is my mother Martha and my father Nick, and I am Nick junior!
The tears started rolling down my eyes, my hopes had risen, and I felt alive.
I picked up the bags and I thanked them once more as I walked out the door.
As I was walking away they was waving me good-bye when something
Caught the corner of my eye- there was nothing there but an empty lot!
THEN WHO GAVE ME THOSE PRESENTS THAT I GOT?
© L.RAMS 120114

this is for all the women that think love is gone !


For fifty years they were together as husband and wife
And like all married couples they would bicker and fight.
Then the day came that GOD called her away
And with him she could not stay.
He mourned the loss of his soul mate, and to be with her again
He did not want to wait.
As he went through her belongings of fifty years
He found a box which brought a tear.
It was a 12” box with the words engraved “treasure chest box”
With a key for the lock.
It was something he had never known before
As he opened up the door.
It was a stack of letters tied with a red ribbon
And a note on top which read:
My dear husband – if you are reading this it is because
GOD decided to take me away, and with you I could not stay.
But these letters is what kept me alive, and of your love I did thrive.
Each letter tells me of the love that you have for me
And thru my teary eyes I did see.
A man of compassion and kindness and love
Given to me from GOD above.
For each letter that you had written me, I wrote a response
Although I never gave them to you “till now “.
I knew that you would find it hard to let me go
This is something I did know.
So read my responses to the love you had for me
As you have set my heart free.
Every letter was dated from the first one written on the bottom
To the last one on the top
He held his breath and his heart stopped.
He read all the love letters he had written and her responses
To every one which she ended with “from the start you stole my heart”.
After reading all her letters he went back to her note and continued to read.
It said: life is full of mysteries, twists and turns we do not see
Life can never be a road straight and narrow with the ending in sight.
So each day I prayed with all of my might, that a love as the one that you
Have for me – will live with me eternally.
For if there is any such thing as “human eternal love”
You have gone far above!
You have been my ROCK OF GIBRALTER
And I knew you would never falter.
Now I need you to be strong, because this is where you belong.
Show everyone the love that you have given
For you make life worth living.
“FROM THE START YOU STOLE MY HEART”

louis rams

Stories of hope series #4                      
                  The elder

His wife died fifteen years past, and he knew
Living with his children would not last.
They would want to put him in a assisted living home
Just so that they could be left alone.
They could not foresee that one day they would be elderly.
They joked about him becoming senile
But he knew that would not happen for quite a while.
He was only sixty two with so much more living to do.
He knew the only thing he had left was HOPE.
And with life’s burdens he would have to cope.
So he decided to go back to school
And learn a new trade, and show his family
that he could make the grade.
He learned carpentry, and bought all the necessary tools
And what he couldn’t get , he borrowed from the school.
He already had in his mind of what he’d like to make.
And he knew that a long time it would take.
He decided to get the WESTERN RED CEDAR
For its softness and durability, and aromatic smell
This wood he knew would work quite well.
He found the perfect picture of what he had in mind
And viewed every detail and every line.
He wanted it to be about three feet tall
And two feet wide because that size would be just fine.
He started off very slowly, just chiseling away.
And sanding it down perfectly
For that’s the way it had to be.
He used each and every sculpting blade he could find
To define each and every line.
He did each part with delicate care
For with this piece there was a love he shared.
Slowly but surely it started to take shape
He was impatient, he could not wait.
But he knew that this was the way it was meant to be
So that everyone could see the beauty that had to be.
He worked on it every day, and his worries
Seemed to slip away.
Being put in a home was no longer his concern
And that his children would have to learn
That as long as he could breathe and walk
All of this was just talk.
This sculpture became his obsession
and his passion and made him grow strong
And doing this is where he belonged.
His teachers were very impressed and said
He was the best student yet.
They said that this was a work of art and of beauty
And should be put on display
And that for this the public would gladly pay.
He knew there was something missing
And that it was not complete,
and this problem he would defeat.
Then it dawned on him that it was needing color.
He needed the darkest blue and the deepest brown
And went about painting it without making a sound.
The darkest blue was for the piercing eyes
And the brown for the shoulder length hair
This was the perfect pair.
For three months he had toiled with perfection
For this was of the LORD and his resurrection.
And this was how it came to be
That this elder found harmony

HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET OURSELVES FREE

It was above and beyond the call of duty
When she had to clean his *****.
He had crap from the pampers down
And not a clean spot to be found.

Then he took his hand and spread it all around
From the table to the ground.
He had spread it every where
And had done it with such care.

To him this was just a game
As he tried to write his name.
His mother was as angry as can be
But she laughed hysterically.

And as her laughter finally settled down
He looked at her with a frown.
He did not realize all that he had done
He was just having fun.

As she carried him to the shower
He decided to have his final hour.

Oops ! I did it again mom !

don't you hear that beat of little tiny feet
tiny feet running across the floor
tiny feet at your door
to hear the pitter patter of those feet on christmas morn
and the twinkle in their eyes
seeing that expression of surprise
as they open up all their gifts that they put on their christmas list
this is one of the few things that make all the heartaches worth while
when you see their beautiful smile.
christmas is a day to rejoice the birth of our king
who has given us all these things.
so as we share this day with our children
let us remember who gave us this day
and thank him in every way.
rejoice in the birth of our new born king
for he is everything.
he has given us the pitter patter of tiny feet
and has made our lives complete.

louis rams

The LORD put millions of lives on this earth today
To replace the ones he took away.
We all have destinies that we must follow
To keep the balance of nature true.
It is all up to me and you.
The crossroads that we come to in life
Can lead us straight or make us fight
The straight and narrow is the path that GOD has put for us
And In his infinite wisdom- he gave us a choice at the crossroads
One can lead us to an easy life abound
While the other can make us fight for all that is found.
The road that leads us to the fight is the road that we must take
So that we can use our hearts and mind, and fight to get
To his heavenly throne, so in death we’ll never be alone.
The road to an easy life abound – will look as beautiful as can be
But it could hide lots of treachery.
Life is not always what it seems to be
But this is the crossroads that lead to our destiny.

(3/6/13)

First you must take away the sun, the stars, and the moon above
Then you could take away my love.
Take away the rivers, the streams, and everything in between
So that my love cannot be seen.
Take away the birds in the skies, for they carry my love on high
Or take away their voices that sing, of how you became my everything.
For I am in you and you are in me- this is the way that love was meant to be.
Every heart beat that you feel. I feel too.
Every tear that you shed, every ache that you feel
Every thought that goes through your mind, comes to me
But it just takes time.
We belong together like a hand in a glove, sharing and feeling each other’s love.
If we are on a merry go round may it never end?
For I am your lover, I am your friend.
I’ll continue to go around till I can grab that ring
Once I have it then I’ll have everything.
Lay your head upon my chest and listen to the beat
That is a drum beating every time that we meet.
This is the merry go round of love given to me from above.

Age is just a number repeated by everyone.
But when I look in your eyes I see the setting sun.
The clouds seem to surround you, and they dissipate
With your smile, and I know with you
It will stay for quite a while.
Your hair may be changing its color
And you may be finding it hard to walk.
But even with your age, men will still stop and gawk.
For your inner beauty shines like the sun in the sky
But I know they can’t get you, for your heart is still mine.
It’s not the age that makes us old
It’s when we lose the love, that we become cold.
Let that love shine in you as the rising sun
And it will spread throughout the world
Until your days are done.
So fear not your age, for your beauty
Is still locked up in a cage.
And I have come to see as we get older
Our love grows stronger and even more bolder.
That you no longer care to hide it from the world
But to share it, with every young boy and girl.

I have no wealth, I have no fame, and I have nothing for you to gain
I am not young, I am not even handsome, and I have
Become a lousy dancer.
So many mistakes that I have made, that the Guinness book
I put to shame.
What I do have is a young heart and mind and I will
Carry that until the end of my time.
I see beauty where there is hate. I see love and I see faith
I see hope where there is despair, and I see others that show they care.
I see the earth in all its glory and all the untold stories.
The sun, the moon, the stars above – the mountains
The oceans, the rivers, the streams- all of this I have seen.
All living creatures that walk, crawl, and fly in the air is something we all share.
People always say: “out with the old and in with the new”
But with AGE – “it is out with the new and in with the old “
For there are stories to be told.
YES! I have gotten older! Yet look at all the beauties to be found
Open your eyes and look around.
The two most beautiful things on this earth is a female giving birth
And the love that a mother shares, is far beyond compare.
Now that you have seen all the beauties, that GOD has given
Let us have some of his comedy, which makes life truly worth living.
“Can’t see, can’t ***, can’t chew, can’t *****, the golden years
Have come at last, the golden years can kiss my *** “HA HA
Now that you have a smile on your face and I seem to have lost my place
And to end this poem with a note- “I just found a hole in this **** boat “
                      Swim M.F. swim        ( M.F. = my friend ) HA HA

JESUS came to me when I called his name
He didn’t come seeking fortune or fame.
He came because his father sent him to save mankind
To cure the sick, give sight to the blind.
To build hope and faith where there was none
So he sent his beloved son.

His son was given to the ones who
Would love him the best, and put
JOSEPH through a rigorous test.
He told JOSEPH  that MARY would
Be the one to carry his glorious son
And JOSEPH  said: “thy will be done.”

JESUS was then born in a manger
In a town full of strangers.
He grew and became a very strong man
And he preached throughout the land.

His words, his wisdom, his sacrifice
On the cross, - was not made to be lost.
He still reigns in the hearts of man
Every time they take his stand.

He is our light, our guiding star
I will follow him no matter how far.

I often wonder if our voices are actually heard.
If people read our every word!
Or is it like life where you skim through it to get to the end
Never realizing that you might lose a friend.
We don’t stop to see and admire the picture as a whole
And “ that beauty” will never unfold.
You know ! I also wonder !
That GOD could have made this world, humanity
And the entire universe in a split second, yet he chose
To do it in six days
To enjoy all the beauties that he created.
Then why do we rush in our lives?
When he has given us time to enjoy his creations
Without all the devastations.
If we work eight hours, sleep eight hours
Then the other eight hours are for us to set our goals
And pursue our dreams and take care of our to do lists
And to smell the flowers – ‘HE has given us enough hours!”
         “THAT BEING SAID” let’s move ahead!
The words you put down in black and white
Are your joys and your struggles in this life?
It is a path to your heart and soul, and a story that must be told.
Your hidden thoughts and dreams can now be seen
Your wants, your needs, your hopes, your dreams, your desires
All of this created that burning fire.
If every living creature can communicate with each other

Then why can’t we?  My sisters and brothers!

(C) L .RAMS

There is something that I can not see
Why the UNITED STATES has broken
So many AMERICAN INDIAN treaties?
We should put our heads down in shame
For the AMERICAN INDIANS are
Not the ones to blame.
They have been fighting so long for their rights
And have made the ultimate sacrifice.
They have given their lives for this nation
And still do not see their salvation.
All other ethnic groups have
become free from oppression
And their Indian rights have been
left to the u.s. discretion.
Why are they still classified as wards
Of the government, and their lives
Are still below the poverty line?
Isn’t this the biggest sign !
That they are still discriminated against.
They live in one room houses and shacks
And the government has turned their backs.
No running water and no electricity.
Is this the way it’s got to be?
A family of four or more
Sleeping on a ***** floor.
They were once known as the Indian nations
Now it’s total devastation.
People all over the world have heard
How the west was won
That it was with the almighty gun.
They just hear the one sided story
Of how Custer rode to glory.
But not the sufferings that they
Put the Indians through
And all they had to endure.
And suffer the humiliation of defeat
And drop down and scrounge for meat.

have you ever wondered why people become poets?
poets have been around since the beginning of time
and they have been mostly men, speaking of their loves, life
and emotions.
famous love stories, plays, movies, all seen thru a poets eyes.
just as the centuries have gone by and everything in life has changed
so have the poets.
there is now as many and if not more female poets
than male poets. why? because they are more sensitive to emotions
and are not afraid to show or speak of it , unlike men who want to
show the 'MACHO MAN IMAGE"
poets see life thru different eyes for different situations
and write about it in so many forms , and see the light and
the darkness in everything, including the good and bad.
it may be just one word ,or a line, or verse
that enters their mind to start creating
what will become a poem,
what is the poets dream that you will create?
a love story, a sad story, one of fear or hate, or passion
one of beauty, or war.
so many things to choose from- but it doesn’t matter
what you may choose, you must take the first step.
just as reading this is the first step to start on your way to writing poetry
and opening up your mind and soul.
touching other people and receiving comments
and feedback on your writings will help you to improve
on your weak areas.
some people do it because they are looking for fortune and fame
while others want to communicate with others, and others
just to see their names on something other than
a bill being paid.

(12/25/11)

I heard a loud rumble coming from the sky
I saw an army of angels right before my eyes
They were all singing that the king is on his way
To fight  the evils that plague us every day.

The angels in their armor and their wings a beautiful white
This is where the strength lies to take on the fight.
The sounds of their wings flapping in the sky
That is the rumble that will protect you and I .

The sound like thousands of cattle  running across the plains
And as their wings Touched one another
Not one opening could be seen
like a wall in a dream.

The lord was tired of seeing children s lives being torn apart
And all hope- being taken from their hearts.
Tired of seeing predators using children for their own needs
To satisfy- their own personal greed.

These are his cherubs , his little angels
that he has sent To help mankind
and of this they will not be denied.
The children will rise like storks of corn in a field
And peoples hearts will begin to heal.

They are the future and will bring peace to the world
For they will teach their sons and daughters
And every boy and girl,  that Jesus came here
To show us how to love
That’s the reason the angels were sent from above.

PROTECT THE CHILDREN , PROTECT THE FUTURE

(9/25/12)

I am but an instrument in thy hands
How I am to be used - I may not understand.
You are my doctor and the surgeon in my life
You will cut out the bad , and make things right.

You are the blood that gives me life
And thru you - I’ll see paradise.

I became like a wanderer lost in the desert
With nothing in sight.
But you became my guiding light.

You became my water and my food
And strengthened me every step of the way
And showed me how to pray.

I was like an empty pitcher of wine
Till you filled me up with your light divine.
Now I pour out like the wine on that wedding day
Where you turned water into wine
And your words pour out of me in verse and rhyme.

These words can not be mine for I have not
the knowledge - nor the skill, but I am
Your instrument, my words your will.

Lead me LORD on this road that you have chosen
Let this be ’’ MY TAPESTRY” that you have woven.

© L . RAMS

You can look into my eyes and travel
It to the depths of my soul
A beauty which will never grow old.
I will not only tell you I love you
I will show you I love you.
Follow the pulsating blood through my veins
Taking you to my soul.
Once in my soul you will see, that the love
We have for each other, was meant to be.
You’ll see the fireworks exploding in my heart
As you would a  shooting star across the sky.
For this love would never die.
My love courses through my veins
Like the rivers that course thru the lands.
The beauties are enjoyed by everyone
Wanting to touch it and travel its never ending course.
But you are the captain of this ship
And you can go to any destiny your heart desires.
Travel my veins to my head, just so that you can see
My thoughts, emotions, my memories.
As the stars are to the sky, the moon to the earth
The sun to the land, giving new life birth.
You are the days, the nights, the food to my soul
And you are the one , that I long to hold.
If you tire of the travel and would like to
Give my heart a test.
I will be there , to put your heart to rest.

(4/2/13)

The sun is out and the wind is blowing my way
I’m here in the park with my grandson today
There are some kids with which he found to play
But it was for a short time, for their mothers took them away.
So with him I played a game or two of tag, football and
“Steal the old man’s bacon” – he would run and I would just fake it.
We walked over to the exercise course, but those were built
For a strong young horse.
Not even one push up or pull up could I do, I felt so ashamed
And didn’t know what to do.
I thought I was one active young 69 – “man oh man”
I sure am blind! (ha- ha)
I do look young for my age and I feel like a very young man!
But who am I fooling? It’s just my scam.
I can still walk o.k. and jog a little
If you give me some of your cats “tender vittles” (ha-ha)
All of us will look back at our younger years and try to hide our inner fears
Of when you can no longer do it like you did before
Because time has closed that door.
Now the clouds are starting to roll in, and I’ll leave this park with a grin.
And think of how a grandfather played with his grandson
And I wasn’t the only one.
There are others sitting on the benches watching their
Grandchildren play.
When you get old! This becomes the way!
© L. RAMS

louis rams :

(12/22/12)

It was Christmas eve and last minute
Shoppers were running frantically
As I walked out my front door
What to my astonishment and surprise
A little boy sitting with a puppy in his lap
Looking up to the sky.

I asked: are you o.k.? he replied: no! not really!
Every year I find a spot to sit Down and look around
Of how free will can be put to the ground.

Why does man thrive on pain, suffering and war
When they have another door!
A door of peace, happiness and love
Sent to them from my father above.

I know since my birth it has gotten better
And people are finding their faiths once again
And love is filling many hearts and souls
But true happiness and peace should be their goal.

I see so many children abandoned and left in
the streets with out food or drink.
In the middle east and Asia- little girls lives
Are being taken and destroyed
Over the birth of a little boy.

Without the females this world would cease to exist
I would not be here if not for my mother
And like her there is no other.

Why would man want to take a life at birth
This is the most precious thing on this earth.
The children are so happy when they celebrate my birth
And receive gifts as I had done before
When the three kings opened up that gift giving door.
Yet! I sit here reflecting on centuries gone by
With tears in my eyes.
But also with joy and fulfillment in my heart
Knowing this is the season for a brand new start.

Look into the eyes of every child that passes by
And you will see that gleam in their eyes
And love in their hearts, if they are led in the right direction
Mankind will be closer to perfection.

I could not believe what I was hearing and asked:
Who are you? He turned and smiled and said:
I am your father my son, and I've come
To help everyone.
Everyone who seeks my father
I will respond in his name.

"Then he faded from my sight"
And I prayed for peace and love that same night.

WHO WAS HE?

© L. RAMS

( story  03/14/11)

I saw a man coming down the road
Head held high, eyes were strong.
He stopped and asked of me
If he could have a bite to eat.

His clothes were all torn and tattered
I asked him what was the matter.
He looked at me and his eyes turned down
His face changed from a smile to a frown.

Hard times I have come across
I was let go by my boss
He said the times was making him downsize
And he had to let go of people to survive.
Everyone was doing the same
People losing their jobs was quite a shame.

Being a farmer who had hard times too
I knew exactly what he was going thru.
So I invited him inside to sit for a spell
For traveling these roads could really be hell.

He was given some soup to take
the chill out of his bones
And was told by the farmer that he wasn’t alone.
He was then given some dinner to eat
To this man it was quite a treat.

The farmer told him he could bathe and
stay the night - and if he wanted to leave
He could leave at first light.
He laid out some pajamas for him to wear
Even gave him some clean underwear.
The bed in the spare room was “ oh so nice”
And he slept peacefully throughout the night.
When he awoke there was breakfast on the table
Coffee, ham and eggs, and cream cheese on a bagel.
After having breakfast he felt like a new man
He looked for the farmer to shake his hand.
He thanked the farmer and asked him his name
He pointed to a wooden nameplate which said:
J. CHRISTHISSON- but some call me J.C.
He then told him he put a fresh set of clothes
On his backpack, turned around and didn’t look back.
So he put on his new clothes and out the door he went
Thinking that this man was heaven sent.
As he walked  a mile down the road
He felt guilty that he didn’t thank him properly
For being so kind to a man in need.
He ran back to the farm house and knocked at the door
To be greeted by someone he had never saw.
“I am looking for the farmer who owns this place!”
That would be me ! What can I do for you?
He said : no ! that can not be ! It was a younger
Man, not as elderly with a beard and shoulder length hair.
He gave me dinner and invited me in, let me bathe
And to have a good nights sleep, then gave
Me these clothes and breakfast to eat.
I don’t see how here you could have stayed
When my wife and I were in another county far away.
But there has been stories going around
About someone helping people when their luck was down.
As he said that - the strangers back pack fell
to the ground ,and he heard a clatter.
The man looked at him and asked what was the matter.
He opened his backpack and a wooden name plate fell to the ground
And broke in three- when he looked he could not believe what he saw.
The three parts said : J.CHRIST-HIS-SON
And a cross and rosary laid alongside with a note with one word.
                         HOPE
Now who could this man have been ?

All the Christmas stories the children are learning
As the Christmas candle is burning.
The stories are being told by grandparents and parents alike
Sitting by the candle light.
Oh so many stories that must be told
Stories that never gets old.
Stories of different places and unfamiliar faces
Like stories of Uncle Scrooge and how the people s kindness he abused
And how he changed his ways, and the story lives on till this day.
Also the stories of Rudolph and frosty the snowman and Santa
And what he went through- to deliver presents to me and you.
Then you have the island of misfit toys and how
Each one yearned to be hugged by a little girl or boy
And Santa knew just what to do and they’ve been repaired like new.
The elves have worked all year long making toys for every girl and boy
This is Santa’s special day where he gives the toys they made away.
Then we see the children who can’t stay awake no matter how hard they try
Because the Sandman’s dust is in their eyes.
His sleigh will be in flight and the stars will be his guiding light
And Rudolph will brighten the way, so from his course he will not stray.
So many stories that the adults will tell as the children sit all around
Just looking up, not making a sound.
We need these story tellers who know how to weave a web
Till they close their eyes and are put in bed.
©L.RAMS 120914

Thank you GOD for all that you’ve done
For giving us the earth, the moon, the rising sun.
For giving us children to bear
and for the love That we share.
For giving us hearts of gold
For with our spouses to grow old.

Thank you for giving us brains to think
Although at times it may stink.
Most of all thank you for giving
Us your son JESUS who put faith
Hope , love , into each being.
And the strength that I am seeing.

He showed us how to believe in you
And like him,  we must follow through.
You have created everything that we see
And without you where would we be?
You are my life, you are my savior
There is “ no one greater”.

So many mountains that we must climb
So many struggles and not enough time
Each step is getting harder to bare
My legs are weak, but they’ll take me there.
We all have mountains that we must climb
It may not be easy, and it’ll take some time.
He gives us strength each and every day
To help us wipe the fears away.
He gives us hand grips along the way
So we will not falter and will not stray
We climb the mountains to see how we fare
And with GODS help help, he’ll take us there.

She recalled the day she was abducted on the street
One held her hands, the other held her feet.
Thrown in the minivan and no help in sight
As she fought with all her might.
Her begging and pleading was not heard
As they tied her up without a word.
Blindfolded and gagged and threatened with a knife
Till she had no will left to fight.
She had heard and read about the slavery market
And how people did this to line up their pockets.
Beaten and drugged into submission and used as a *** toy
Threats of violence were their ploy.
Abducted at twelve years old , now this story must be told.
Human ******* and slavery is worldwide, and has been
Going on since the beginning of time.
They will take your children, sister and brother
And any other that they think that they can use
For their clients from which to choose.
She had to work the streets- otherwise she would not eat
This is the ******* in which she lived and had to endure
And to try to escape she wasn’t sure.
After escaping from her captors after ten years
Her story she wanted to share.
Never walk alone, stay in a group, and over your
Shoulder you should look.
Beware the predators – they are all around
Many more victims will be found.

© L . RAMS

(01/11/12)

So many children are waiting in the wings
For being adopted is their thing.
Afraid to make plans for they don’t know
What lies ahead - their future is something
That they do dread.

Some move from home to home and never
Finding where they belong.
Many were abandoned and left on the street
With just their clothes on their backs and no food to eat.

Some were newborns left at police stations
Fire stations , and at church doors
Never to see their parents any more.

They have dreams like so many others
But they would prefer to have parents
And a sister or brother.

A person that they could say that- this is my mom
And this is my dad and I’m proud and awfully glad.
That I have parents as so many other children do
And knowing what it is to be loved like you.

We are all adoptable if given a chance
Look in our hearts and you’ll understand.
We don’t know why we was abandoned
Or what we had done wrong, but with
Parents is where we belong.

I’ll wipe away my tears so that you could see
The love and pain that’s inside of me.
If you can’t have children or have a kind heart
Then adoption is where you can start.

                 ADOPT

OSAMA BIN LADEN
'free will' for people to choose
will be the reason that you lose.
it is easy to die, but harder to live.
so for you, their life they give.

is your mind and will power so weak
that it will sway.
and for Osama Bin Laden your life you will lay?

do you think that he would give up his life
for this fight?
not while you're in plain sight!

heroes and martyrs fight for their rights
and the rights of others.
and when they go to heaven
they are sister and brothers.
they do it instinctively without purpose
or gain, for they are not looking
for fortune or fame.

there are no heroes or martyrs
residing in hell.
the suicide bombers, I’m sure can not tell.

innocent lives they have taken
and left the families barren and forsaken.

you wasn’t put in this world to commit suicide.
OBL told you a lie.
never being able to raise a family.
is this what your life was meant to be?

OBI- hear my words and hear them well
for what you are doing you will burn in hell.
Louis rams

She was born in a sightless world, never knowing
The beauties all around, but enjoyed and knowing every sound.
Her hearing had become so defined, she could tell
The dropping of a dime.
The sounds of a car, truck, or motorbike
No two sounds were ever alike.
She knew the sound of each bird high up in the trees
And the sound of a cricket in the summer breeze.
Being sightless did not mean that she could not see
Her hands took away the mysteries.
With just touching a picture would form in her mind
To be seen as clear as day, and wipe all her doubts away.
She would run her fingers around your face
Feeling every line and every space.
She had all the gifts that GOD had given
And making life truly worth living.
With her keen hearing she could tell what was in your heart
And if you was in love – or your heart being torn apart.
Her life was about as normal as can be, but she had her
Human desires and needed a love to put out the fire.
Then her dream finally came true, when a friend told her
“I’m in love with you”!
Her parents told her – “listen to his heart and you will see
If this love is meant to be”!
She listened to his heart like a doctor with a stethoscope
And his heart did beat true – that this man’s in love with you.
Her sightless world is now complete as her heart skips a beat.

© L . RAMS