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I am the
pen,
Jesus is my
Ink.
No Jesus no life.
This I believe with certainty
Jesus Christ died for me
Knew the price, took the call
For my sins, paid for my fall

This I believe with certainty
Jesus Christ hung on that tree
The whole time with me in mind
Giving me eternal life

This I believe with certainty
That Jesus Christ rose on day three
Where he now sits at the right hand
Of the God who gives me breath

This I believe with certainty
That in Jesus' name I've been set free
Free from sin that leads to death
Holding me close to his breast

This I believe with certainty
That Jesus Christ is all I need
As the world suffers from the fall
Jesus Christ is my all in all
Everyone in town knows
Philmon is a mad scientist
It's not his little hunchback buddy
Or the crazy smocks in which he's always dressed

It's not the lighting clouds over his house
Or the strange sounds from which his basement grew
No, it's not any of those things
That gives the town it's clue

It's not all of the darkened birds
That hang out on his fence
Or his subscription to weird science weekly
And on what it is his time is spent

Not even when things always turn up missing
Down at the local graveyard
No, it's the "HONK" if you love Mad Scientists sticker
On the bumper of his car
With Halloween upon us I thought I'd run some of my scarier poems! Bwaahaaaa!!!
Scared yet?
And so the bloodshed ended
The war to end all wars reached its ******
Shattered minds and shattered men
Returned to shattered families
But they gave their all for world peace
But did they
NO
For in far flung corners of foreign fields
The killing still goes on
The blood of boys and girls
Nurturing foreign soil
BUT
All of you younger generation with beards earings
Nose rings and piercings
Who say to me its ancient history
So why do you bother
I say this
They gave their today for your tomorrow
Their sacrifice gives you the freedom of speech
That you now have
So don't ask me why I remember
Because I understand
11 November, the eleventh month at eleven am the war to end all wars ended
But the wars go on
You've heard of the children of the corn
This my friend is much scarier than that
Here to make sure you eat all your vegetables
Adults of the Asparagus

Set in a quaint New England town
Could be in any novel by Stephen King
Making sure both the young and the old
Eat their veggies raw, sauteed, or steamed

They'll make you sit by yourself at the table
With the dog behind the door when they lock it
Before you leave the table they'll frisk you
And have you empty out all of your pockets

You will shudder with butter on the side
Salting to taste if you must
Making sure you eat every last bite
Adults of the Asparagus
Eating veggies can be scary!
Scared yet?
The sun dawns,
In variance of vibrant colors to the sky,
A mixture of colors merging together,
Like water colors in scheme,
Bright and sharp,
Giving an edge to it,
The scenic sun,
The red radiant sky,
Spreading it's rays throughout,
The beauty of the sky,
Such an enchanted sight.
She counts her shells

her feet sand ribbed
her toes ricely white
her hair windy vagabond
her eyes low tide sea.

She gives me back my years.

Through tears
I count eternity.
Though my heart is heavy with brokenness.
I shall not give up, I shall not destroy myself.
For as long as there is life within my body.
There is hope, for my God makes us over comers.
My God is the God of the weak, and humble.
He speaks Hope, Joy, Peace and Love into us.
So no what happens in my life here on earth.
It is heaven that the true hope is drawn to.
For my hope is not here but in being with Jesus.
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