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Christ the living saviour
Once died upon the cross
He willingly gave his life
For men like us , Lost

He was tortured , beaten, mocked
Then nailed upon the tree
This great pain he endured
For men like you and me

Upon the cross he hung
A spear ****** into his side
Father please forgive them
Are words our saviour cried

A crown of painful thorns
Was pressed upon his head
His blood flowed down his body
Till the saviour at last was dead

A thief hung on his left
A thief hung on his right
When Christ gave up the ghost
The day was turned to night

Placed into a borrowed tomb
His body laid as if it were froze
Then just as he had promised
On the third day he arose

With victory over death
He came forth from the grave
With victory over death
That men through faith in him be saved

He showed himself to many
Then to heaven he did ascend
An angel said to those present
This same Christ you shall see again

To the earth he shall return
The words written they are true
Christ he is coming back
For men like me and you
Hey fellow traveller
Have a look at me
I am also a human
Just like you.

One who created all
I am also his blessing
Just like you
Hey fellow traveller.

Like a lost ray
Desperate to meet the sun
I wander here and there
Just like you, traveller.

Leave your hesitation
And  come to me
I am in pain, as are you
Hey fellow traveller.

When I look at you
It seems I know you
Although you are a stranger
Hey fellow traveller.
 Apr 2014 Tessa Simons
amrutha
The tears are yours,
the pain is mine
The wounds are yours,
the blood which runs out?
Mine.
The fears are yours,
the trials are mine
The problem is yours,
Just who the hell am I?
 Apr 2014 Tessa Simons
Madhurima
There once was a girl who dreamt of burning with the Sun
She lived among other people but connected with none
Her heart was among the bright, magnificent stars
Not among the traffic lights and mundane cars
Her big blue eyes were full of curiosity
Looking around with calm ferocity
Her mind was full of wonder
Stormy like thunder.
 Nov 2013 Tessa Simons
Showman
I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.
 Nov 2013 Tessa Simons
Showman
First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13
 Nov 2013 Tessa Simons
Courtney
Free
 Nov 2013 Tessa Simons
Courtney
I wish that I could be like a bird,
To fly around everywhere,
Never saying a word.
There would be no barriers,
No boundaries at all,
I would be free to go places big or small.
Nothing would be able to shut me down,
No problem no obstacle to make me frown.
The world can come at me,
But I can fight,
I can face anything at any height.
I’m more powerful than any fright.

The cool air flows throughout my skin,
Trying to hinder but only leaving a grin.
Nothing can turn my spirits astray,
Nothing can take my freedom away.
My new-found liveliness is here to stay.
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