Title: Love will find its way Home to your Heart
Date: 5/24/13
Time: 10:03a.m.
How Am I Feeling?Excited

Sunday Morning Services

“And the Bible says!”: in the book of John, Chapter 3: verse 16 reads: “For God so Loved the World that He gave his only begotten Son that whosoever Believeth in Him Should not perish but have everlasting Life!” “Amen Preacher!” “Preach Pastor!” cried out the church members in the congregation of the “Great Everlasting Praise M.B.C. as Pastor Matthews was giving his morning sermon.

<strong><em><u>Richie Notices Bella</u></em></strong><br>
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Across the Sanctuary, on the right-hand side of the Church sits Richie and his Homeboy Stanley. Richie happens to keep glancing over where Bella and her Best Friend Sheila were sitting. Sheila happens to notice his glance. “Bella Girl!” “I think Richie likes you!” “He keeps staring at you!” says Sheila. Isabella Lyn Matthews but her friends call her “Bella” a very shy, innocent young lady that was raised upright by her parents. Her Father the Pastor Willard Benjamin Matthews and mother First Lady Sis. Catherine Grace Matthews. Isabella didn’t pay Sheila any attention. She was too busy trying to listen to her father’s sermon. Richard Leon Ward a.k.a. “Richie” Tall, dark and handsome; is what you would call a ladies' man. Well, more like a player because he plays women like a fiddle. He gets what he wants out of them and then he bounces! Richie has been in the game for quite some time now. Well, Richie has turned over a new leaf ever since he has given his life to Christ, He is a Changed Man, and he has his eyes set on Bella. The sermon was concluded, and Pastor Matthews says, and now the Doors of the Church are now open! As the congregation stood the Choir started singing softly, “There’s room at the cross for you!” Upon this, three had walked down the aisle to join. There were two candidates for baptism and one Christian experience. After the three visitors joined, the benediction was given by Pastor Matthews. Pastor Matthews and First Lady Sis. Catherine Matthews stood toward the exit as the congregation slowly made their way toward the exit. They were shaking hands, giving out hugs and bidding everyone would have a Blessed week. “God Bless everyone!” “If the Lord says the same and the creek don’t rise! We’ll see y’all next Sunday!” “But don’t forget, we have Bible Study on Wednesday Night!” says Pastor Matthews! “Pastor Matthews!” “Says Sis. Carol!”, I was indeed blessed by your sermon on this morning! “Why thank you Sis. Carol!” Pastor Matthews replies, and Sis. Matthews! You know you wearing that Navy blue suit and Hat go ahead then! Thank you, Sis. Carol! Now you have a blessed week! And you the same says Sis. Carol. Says Sis. Matthews.</p>

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<p><em><strong>(To Be Continued)</strong></em></p>

we were only three weeks from shore,
when thunder struck and started downpour,
a great mist and fog clouded our eyes,
blinded us to the direction of the tides,
progress soon we did lose,
and as we lamented our perilous cruise,
we did hear an enchanting voice,
we dropped our sails and made the choice,
to rescue that fair maiden poor,
lost at sea like a jewel in a moor,
alas, when we neared her silver tongue,
entranced in the light of the song she sung,
we threw ourselves at her feet,
watched with smiles as she began her feast.

We met in a lonely place
A look of curiosity reflected on my face
You took the seat next to mine
With a camera-ready smile
I rolled my eyes and downed my wine
You were wearing my husband’s cologne
With a cheesy joker’s grin
You knew I’d be all alone
And that I was desperate enough to sin
I woke up beside you in some hotel
What looked like heaven was hiding hell
But by then you knew me too well
How I’d rather die than go off by myself

You took me to places I’d never been before
We stayed up all night living scenes of  folklore
I warned you about the coming storm, you insisted we’d be fine
That was when you whispered, “I know you’re unhappy. So am I.”
Your face imprinted in my mind
Tapping my foot, anxiously waiting outside
I anticipate your signal under the moonlight’s glow
To this day I still know exactly when and where to go

We proceeded to meet in dark alleyways
I never noticed how close we were to your place
Even with my guilt I still could never get enough
Who knew someone with eyes so gentle could ever be so rough?
Our spouses turned a blind eye, we took it as a sign and carried on
Now the line is blurred between what is right and what is wrong
My friends can’t resist their sly remarks
They notice the spark reigniting in my eyes
You mended my broken and barren heart
But you’ll never be mine

For 6 long months we lived in the shiniest fables
Sneaking out almost every night, I have the path memorized
But it didn’t take long before our land became unstable
It all came crashing down, I was crushed by the weight of our lies
When the sirens rang you were nowhere to be found
You left my cold body to bleed on the ground
The look in your face is all I can remember now
You were unhappy and I was your way out
You held my broken frame
Somehow, there was always somebody else to blame
Now I’ll never be the same
No, we’ll never be the same

Now I sit at our table all alone
Trying desperately to erase the markings you made on me
The place we proudly called home
Has become the setting in tragedies
I stare at my reflection and remember your touch
What once brought me back to life now only hurts so much
Our bed became my tomb
Now I can’t escape the ghost of you

All I wish to do is forget now
But it’s hard to when you’re plastered all over town
The secrets and stories we both passed down
Someday you’ll leave my mind but I don’t know how
They say you’re still nowhere to be found

One beer and then another,
adults standing in a circle;
Life always seemed better.
Sat in the corner with the other kids;
watching how they smile and cheer while they chugged another.
Thought to myself: “When I grow older, I wanna be just like them; smiling and drinking and always happy.”

Time passed and I turned 18.
Had my first beer;
wasn’t as good as it seemed.
It was bitter and sad;
yet the adults always seemed to want another.

Couple years fly by.
Was invited to a party;
seemed like a good time
We adults stand in a circle;
jolly as we talked about our lives.
Beer after beer;
it seemed like a great time.
Yet deep within;
something felt missing.
Smiles and cheers;
yet no one seemed happy.

That’s when i realised.
The beer was bitter;
but not as much as our lives.
We smile and drink;
to feel something—
or at least act like we do.

Out of the corner of my eye,
a kid stares—
with the same glimmer I had in my eyes.

There was so much I wanted to say to you,
But I didn’t make it.
Like a beast at bay I was in a hurry
And eager to thataway.
I thought: “I’ll achieve my goals and dreams
That I need and then
Everything will go and run, and fly,
In a right way.”

It seemed to me that my story
Will surely happen.
And I exchanged myself recklessly
For nothing important at all.
I never imagined that my life
Would be depopulated,
And what’s left of it will turn into
A paper ******* in whole.

I’ve got to gather it all by any means, really.
I must have foolishly outdone my fate all over.
And you… Sorry, I will be honest with you, my dear:
There was so much to say to you, but I thought over.

There is and will always be a hole in everyones heart, but the real hole is hidden beneath that hole.
That hole signifies your knowledge on your acads, family, friends, or a certain someone.

I was talking to myself, wanting to make another poem, and all my poems consist of the kind of person I am. But not all.

     A certain someone left a hole in my heart, I was curious and explored it, the more I explored, the more knowledge I gained. Eventually I reached the end of that hole, but I was not satisfied, so I dug deeper and deeper and deeper, and the deeper I went, the more knowledge I gained again and again.

It's heavy, the pressure is heavy. It's like when  deeper you dig on the earths surface the more pressure you felt, it's like that. That pressure in the hole i'm in, is the pressure of knowledge, but i've dug to the point where there's no going up, and plus I got more curious, a big mistake I say.

Then I knew I was nearing the end of that hole, I was so relieved since I can't handle the pressure anymore, then one more digging, and the floor beneath me crumbled, and I fell deeper and deeper and everything i've learned, the bigger picture, I know now. I'm in the buttom of the hole now, no light, no way out. The regret comes rushing in "oh why did I explore". It hurts knowing everything, how that certain person think, moves, what their schedule is, and the reason behind their actions. Feeling like there's no escaping and no getting out, left or right, fron or back, there's a wall of dirt " How do I get out". Stuck in there for days, the irony, since I don't even know if a day had passed.

I talk to my self again, since I know my
inner self knows what to do, but I just act oblivious, unintentionally. Just accept it and move on, it said. The only way to move on is if you dig deeper, there's mo other way, up or down, left or right, front or back there's no way. I dug more once again, I shouldered it all. The more I dug, slowly but surely the pressure lessened, but the heavier the shovel and my feets got. Until I dug out, finally i'm out, I said. I looked in the hole, now there's a deep deep hole left behind, feeling heavy, regret sadness, melancholic? Joy?. Until I got used there having a hole. Eventually you'll fall into that hole again in the future, but if you've truly moved on, that hole should be shallow but still noticeable.

The hail poured on the grey pavements and Juliette sighed as she looked out her car window, it was a rainy night in Syracuse, although she didn’t mind it as she loved the scent of the dew falling, she was a girl with an eccentric nature living in a world of other humans acting as ghosts.

She drove her small, decent car into the university’s under-ground parking and breathed a sigh of relief as she found a tight, clear opening, she placed her car there and exited to close the door behind her as she felt her skin tingle, there was a presence that was glowing and waiting. Her sixth sense was powerful and never failed her in any way, she turned her head and gasped as blazing scarlet eyes faced her, she whispered in fear, “You must tell me, who are you?” even though she felt as if her skin was frozen while opening her phone’s light to see the strange one before the shining eyes widened and the figure vanished.

It took a while for Juliette to regain her mental composure and balance, she was mystified by what the iridescent pupils wanted from her, although her mind was aware that couldn’t receive her answers for now. Eventually, she straightened her shoulders and walked to the parking elevator to reach the 3rd floor of her college and attend her classes, time passed as she listened half-intently to professors teaching their classes, for Juliette’s mind was too taken by the mystical encounter she went through as the day turned to darker skies and her academic day soon came to a close.

While driving home she listened to her favored jazz CD before her thoughts turned to making a visit to the local bookstore near her house, “It will have to wait till tomorrow”, she thought, “I’m tired after a long day of excessive socialization and I have loads of homework to finish”, she reached her house on James Street and tiredly walked up the stairs to her room.

After finishing all her homework and cleaning her room, she emailed her parents to let them know she was home and typed about her day before resting her head on the desk and sleeping.

In her dream, Juliette stared wistfully into the night sky from a field dreaming of her prince to come, her being, heart, and chest filled with love and seeking to share it with something other than the moon as she heard it's white lunar language, “perhaps he will not be a prince, but a monster” and her eyes fluttered open, she arose and entered her bed, wondering to herself about the meaning of the dream before closing her eyes once more.

The golden sheets of sunlight streamed through the home’s clear glass windows and touched the fair skin of Juliette, her thick, light brown hair was now a tangled mess as she struggled to brush it, her honey-colored eyes gazing into the mirror and seeing a bedraggled girl that need retouching. After an hour passed, she finally was satisfied with her smoother, wavy hair adorned with dark hair clips and a casually chic outfit as she walked out of her home.

Today Juliette was pleased with her course-free day, so she spent it walking from her house to the “Books and Melodies” store, upon entering she smiled in contentment at the beautiful sight of the used books and records, she wandered by the books until her eyes stopped at a certain classic she liked. It was located on a shelf a little bit higher than her short, 5’5" height, so she was required to rise onto her toes to even see it until a hand inhumanly whiter than snow took it, Juliette said with a shy voice “I wanted that book…” until her voice was interrupted by his velvet-voiced introduction, “Hello, my name is Roche” he spoke with full lips curling up into a smirk, “If you need this book, find another copy”, while Julietta could only stare at his rich raven hair, delicately sharp jawline and slender, ruby eyes before she managed a few words, “You can call me Juli”, to which he gently laughed as he leaned down to meet her gaze with his smoldering eyes and placed the book in her hands, “I apologize for my mischievousness, this is the book you desired”,  Julietta felt light headed before she mumbled, “wait, I know those eyes from before, I’ve seen them in a certain parking lot” before he calmly said, “I don’t believe we should continue this conversation” as he vanished into thin air.

Julietta was unsettled, by both his elegance and his sudden disappearance, though she could not do anything more for now, so she paid for her book and left the store, while still being a little emotionally shaken. When she returned home after a long walk, Julietta rested and had a vision of Roche with his perfect features and emotional gaze mesmerizing her senses as they held together in a field of roses.

The dream ended when she awakened from her sleep after hearing a deep-throated snarl and her eyes turned to see a white, inhuman monster with pitch-black eyes in her room ready to attack until Roche appeared into view and ripped the beast’s neck with his teeth, his eyes then blazed and widened after seeing Julietta with a near-tears expression, he walked to her slowly and embraced her, “Juli..” as he held her closely, “I am so sorry that you had to see that” his jaw firmed and continued, “But I promise to always protect you from harm” to which Julietta, with her broken voice, murmured “I will trust you, Roche, but please don’t ever vanish when I need you the most” to which he whispered, “I will never, never again leave your side” and they kissed deeply and profoundly to seal their silent promise to never part.

The seasons passed, and the love of Julietta and Roche grew greater in strength and passion, they made preparations for their marriage until the special day arrived and they celebrated with the families of Juliette and Roche, the specially invited singer was a close friend of Juliette, and he sang his final song for the night:

“The princess of roses says to her prince, "My only, comprehend how there is so much to exist for and relish, I am here in your eyes for our elysium, in the longer hours of this night, let us be lost", the white doves above the dark green trees flew by the pearly clouds as they remained near to each other with their fates untold.

They said it was God's plan.
I didn't really get what that meant.
I was just living,
day by day,
doing my own things
not expecting anything.

Then you showed up.
Just like that.
Outta nowhere.
Long story
crazy story, really.
The kind you won't belive if i said it right.

We were never supposed to meet.
Too far apart,
too many " it wont "
But somehow… it did.

And us ?
"Were same Same-same,
But diffrent,  but still same" if you know what i mean

It’s wild,
because I wasn’t looking.
I didn’t ask for you.
But there you were
and now I can’t unsee it.
I can’t unfeel it.

So maybe this really is God's plan.
Or maybe the universe just got bored
and decided to do something right
for once.

They call the ship 'Burden,'
An indestructible vessel,
Rival to the monsters of the sea.
It's exactly what the people needed,
For you see,
In the depths lurked a beast.
Eighty tentacles, four trade ships tall and wide,
A hundred-thirty teeth when it's smile lied.
They called it, "Kraken."
It was nothing of the likes you've seen,
Emperor of the dark sea.

The Burden could hold fifteen hundred men,
Arming harpoons, cannons, muskets, wit.
The king ordered them to turn the seas red with gore,
Call forth the Kraken,
Strike it dead.
Then to the king,
They would drag back it's head.

So come high-noon,
The ship was in place,
Above the deepest of sea caves.
Letting forth crates of bait,
Staining the waters of the sea,
Until the sailors heard a rumble,
Shake the Burden's iron shell.

Up from the waters came long river's hell,
Tentacles like spires towering well beyond the sails.
But the crew held steady,
"Tighten the ropes, arm our cannons,"
Cried the captain,
"Then fire!"
The seas filled with blood,
The sky filled with gunpowder, fractured shells,
A shriek rang out from the deeps.
The cry of death,
From the Kraken itself.
Tentacles sinking away,
"The head!" Cried the captian,
So Lutenent Lucus dived after the creature.

Tied by a rope,
Pike in hand,
The creature's head,
He began to drag.
Though, glancing over his shoulder,
Through the murk he could see,
The form of a woman swimming away.
Some curse broken, he decided,
A soul freed from grim reality.

Peace.