If they ask you where did I go tell them don't sob... I'm gliding on the wings of God.. I was simply here to do a job now ...I'm gliding on the wings of God... many will wonder and ponder on my well being just know that...... I am gliding on the winds of God...... if you see me head down eyes closed know that... I am gliding on the winds of God..... praying passion for the living respect for the dead .. heart pounding good thoughts running through my head... remembering all before me the ones I have feed .. the love that I shared in good deeds that I did... God thank you for clearing my bed....with my arms around your neck kissing your head ... physically mentally but not spiritually dead I would like to stay here with you instead I am gliding on the wings God in my head...

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When the light from the   darkness shine's in bright like a diamond, paralleling your face is the
reflecting the moon light off your, sparkling eye's, My heart starts to beat. Our eye's
locked in love, embracing holding each other, separating only with a tug, only his arm's do you ever feel,so much love affection  dreams paragliding,in forever changing winds inside my mind, Blank pictures began to feel, with seductive images that cloud the mind like a stormy day.
pillow's began to pop! as the goose feathers fall down like snow flakes on a
white Xmas,our body's  began trusting sweat start to poor,we breath simultaneously as one hot oiled  up  hands wont stop moving across your tight but fluffy frame that keeps calling my name echoing between the sheets/ free at last/ free at last/ thank God almighty we are free at last .

no one but me in the shower in the bed' in your head /no one but me in a dream  in the light that comes for me waiting arms spreaded so natruly ,waiting for the embrace of love to capture me/no one but me on your team to cover your ears when you scream after you've seen something that was not to be seen redrum redrum come to me ............................

Listen / By Robert Boldon  
Listen my life depends on you hearing me
My soul echo out the words I love you into the endless frame of space ,traveling the speed of light, breaking down into atom waves molecules transform into tiny dew drops of dust evaporating into the lungs of insects that need it for survival itself water. That the breath of me be used to breathe out the words I love you.
Listen my life depends on you hearing me
    The very wind that comes from the creator of all righteousness   God almighty Himself, has bestowed  the thoughts’ of eternal life after death onto who ever should believe in hem and have faith                 onto the morning light that brighten you day the sun. At night the moon that lights your way, cascading off the mountings illuminating trails unseen by the naked eye reflecting your way home.
Listen my life depends on you hearing me  
Dreams of warriors winning the battle, returning back home to the ones that truly love them for who they really are, not just some sadistic man, woman , child  killer that roams  the earth looking for unarmed innocent bystanders that fit the description of so called terrorist,hiding weapons of mass destruction that are never found.      
                                                                                            Listen my life depends on you hearing me
Rivers ran red that will take years to purify dew to the fact that there were no weapon’s found. But still bodies found floating with no head no limb’s, no description of male or female, ground soaked with blood so thick it turn to mud ,crud . As far as the eye can see there is no love, help that will never come screams of the wounded that will never be heard, waiting their turn to die, As their villages burn down disintegrating into ash , The animals from the nearby jungle pick through half alive bodies on their last breathe, too weak to scream, fade away like a bad dream.
Listen my life depends on you hearing me
The ones that get away seek revenge, holding the last laugh in knowing they’ve lost their mothers, sisters, fathers, brothers infants ,cousins the whole dozen/memories ricochet off of fractured skulls from renegades  in today’s time would be on the front page, Captured -Rage.
Listen my life depends on you hearing me
Even now as I come to a close saturated tears, socket your makeup stained face’s, under garments’ laced with pity and shame taking place of pride and joy, waves of emotion tug at your heart in soul thinking this isn’t the way the story was supposed to be told, nor the visions that have taken hold of your reality of unseen grief, Bodies on the ground bodies on the street.  
Listen my life depends on you hearing me