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| Absence of the sun and moon, no stars filling the sky. The glow is faithful, ever present still, a purity no one can deny. What is this euphoric place? A paradise reclaimed. A timeless understanding, where tears and sorrows are tamed. As endless as the imagination, the river of life flows. Restoring all purity lost, with life's deadly throes. A place of no more's....no pain and no anguish. Hurt is non existent, no more feelings of languish. No hunger or thirst, in the body will remain. Innocence and purity, faith filled love will sustain. There's a tree of life, in this paradise restored. Bearing fruit of such beauty, it cannot be ignored. Endless fields, and hills of green. A comeliness, only seen in dreams. Stunning waterfalls, a cottage on the mountain. Exquisite scenes reflecting, off the life giving fountain. Precious stones, jasper crystal clear. Garnet lined paths, a gold filled mere. Endless oceans, contoured by the mind. Magnificent scenes in the distance, perfectly designed. A gentle breeze perfumed, a delicate sweet scent. Heightening ones awareness, of the heavenly ascent. Symbolic gates sculpted. They can't be missed. Pointing the direction, to life's eternal bliss. Where angels dance and sing their melodies. The birds join in, gracefully perched in the trees. You can do what you please, whatever your heart desires. It depends on what you want, nothing will you require. Football being played, for the desire to have fun. Knowing full well, all here have already won. Or stitching a quilt that could cover the world. But simply for pleasure, for in His warmth we are swirled. Kids can play, running with pup or kitty. You can go for a jog, without asking a committee. If it's silence you want, to write a poem or read a book. It's safe to say, you won't have far to look. Heaven is whatever you dare to dream. The path easy to find, step into the stream Of life, forgiveness, hope, and love. Given so freely from the maker above. Looking out over the plans everything coming into view, the mountains with their caps white with snow, the river shows their reflections never to move. An Eagle coming from her nest where her young cries out for food, wildflowers growing around in the fields, a fawn jumps over small rocks chasing butterflies. His mother and father are near by keeping and eye on him. What more could one ask for than to see nature at its best? So follow me my friends . . . let us lay in the green meadow and watch the every scene play out. Listen to the sounds of the Earth coming alive with new birth, listen to the sounds of all that's around, for this is the sounds of Mother Nature. Half Dead Somehow she lives without love and affection No purpose in life, misguided direction It's called survival, she keeps going on No battle cry, no rally song Her days are the same one after another Boredom complete underneath which she smothers A husband who sees but doesn't look deep Some years ago she forgot how to weep Without a doubt she's been mislead Not truly alive, she must be half dead Don't hurt then kiss me Your breath smells of drink Don't blink then miss me I am only a child I need to think I want to shout ,but for your paws Those giant paws with gentle claws I hate the way you talk and fumble I hate how you stumble Then smile Then you cradle me with booze and song Your life was better not long ago You flowered those days But winters snow Stole your dream and kept your soul Sending you to lose your way Over your lost horizon Maybe I'm surmising , but You threw me around the stars at Christmas I kept a few in my pocket , they whisper To wish again for you a new tomorrow And put aside that Autumn sorrow You took me to the moon and back Dizzy in your arms I slept Within your sleepy hollow My Imagination knows no bounds Let me breath clean and sober Be the winds of next October Run through my hair and breeze this heart You are tearing me apart I can find you through your pain Mum left us in the winters rain For me to turn the pages But all the same , I love you dad Further that emotion I am strong but need your arms Forget the drunken charms What's real today is only your dream In and out of whatever remains Your reason smiles to cry at night Anonymous to my plight I burned the breakfast, let it burn I tore my dress in the rain I screamed at god in twisted pain And wished for a new tomorrow To turn the pages from this sorrow My home works done and dinners burnt Let it burn Demons come before the sun I hate you not being here Lost in my equation I am facing puberty Homework and frustration I hate my skirt ,this dirty skirt Covered in grease and wasted meals I need to rest and dream ,yes dream Dream of the winds of next October That will blow away our pain And leave us clear and sober How swift I recall your lips counting memories sweet, the sound of persuasions swaying heartshine beams. My memory lingers over tingling words spoken as lover's pensive worries - thought strands, vulnerable as timorous doves. I should have known that your heart does too! Morning's thrill, and I awakened slumbered well to caresses that bind hands and mind to your masterful tenderness. I'm hopelessly caught neath your command and without you, I would be as one stranded - I'm yours, to have and to be, oh my love . . . . | Statistics We have 41 registered usersThe newest registered user is unloved Our users have posted a total of 15834 messages in 1777 subjects Stinky food With several women in a brood Then someone starts cooking A plate of stinky food No consideration for others And whether they like the smell Its this odder just like cow muck Mixed in with some curry as well It’s the tuna and the broccoli Or something involving rice That leaves a cloud A’ hanging Believe me it far from nice It’s all those stinky odours That lingers round the place Making you wonder if it’s safe Or could it kill without a trace Still it doesn't last for ever It will soon fade away Look forward to the stinky food They will bring another day Tender bud. Green and clear, fresh, untutored strength without fear. Pushing through the tarmacked road. Undamaged through tenacity; between a rock and a hard place. Your greenness shines until - dulled by the long road's dusty patina, you age into adulthood. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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