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...as I promised....for you (((Ctena)))...I wrote this on Easter morning 2 years ago....I like to think about it as I walk through the winters of my life....spring will come!!!
Easter's Price For Me The storm is past, A new Era dawns. Show me your way, Each and every day. You are my anchor, And my mast, Guiding me With the wind of Your Spirit- filling my sails. My love for you in joy overflows! Let me not forget, Nor tarry long As I journey through The whole night's song. Within, my heart is filled, No longer jailed By life's worldly gales. You took them On Calvary's Hill, And in the Garden of Gethsemane! I haven't learned how to put up my pictures yet, or I would put one here for you. I love photography as well. My good camera is not working.....:hug: |
dear one!
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(((hugstoyou)))
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My Take -BMW-
Feel it approaching , prepare for battle to engage As it squeezes tight my space with a pressure change. My whole body aches from the invisible force. I must face the Beast NOW there is no changing the course. I lay still as stones not daring it to strike . Then it lashes me anyways the pain level spikes. It tears at my face electrical claws shred I hear myself breathing and it hurts bad in my head. Throbbing with each breath, beating so loud Facing the beast inside a thick war cloud. One on one in the fog just it and me. I have been here yes I know the admission fee. The alone isolation I am a fly trapped in a jar Try to keep going ,the barrier wont let me get far. I have to carry it with me, wear it like lotion . Fight the urge to think the attack is even a commotion . Realize hell is nothing more then a sensation. In battle, facing the demon there is no imitation . And I shake for no reason , I just shake shake shake Its present is permanent I must take take take. |
Such intensity..I almost can feel it. :hug:
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....for my struggling friend
....sometimes this is the only way I can express what I am feeling. I hope it helps, and will touch your heart as you have touched mine.
WHEN ALL DOORS SLAM To find a way, I reach and try, Seems I hold no sway. Uncaring world, It all seems black, I'm caught up in the swirl. Can't control, Events around me Fear lurks at every door. Slam them shut! I will not see, What's pent up, Inside of me! Sick and lonely, No one there. Can they hear? Do they care? Isolated... Dark and bent, I truly am All spent! On my knees, In desperation, How to live or die? Prayer is there! I know we share, The love His children bear. They're spent and lonely, Sick and dying, Only need, Someone to share. A helping hand, A friend to care, Magic happens there! My mind is lifted! Smiles are gifted! My heart is shifted! A friend is mended! MY PRAYER FOR YOU I can not find The path before me, People everywhere. I want to run, I want to hide, Pull it all inside. Help me Lord, To give the love That you prescribe. Give me strength, To fight this battle, Angels to light my way. Lift my feet...be my hands... So I can find a way! .......someone who's struggled, and cares...:hug: |
Alffe Mom asked if I would post this up here instead of the wonder thread and I am changing the line "poetry slam" to - life. :)
“Chain saw” -BMW '08- The thought caught me Stung me boring Tearing like a chain saw Bleeding a purpose Spilling drops of stubborn persistence I gather my strength And proceeded Like a chain saw Buzzing ,smoking Cutting threw Life Like A chain saw. |
I love this! Thank you BMW...
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my philosophy of life -wisdom in the quotes
by William H. Channing
To live content with small means; To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich, To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; To bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. |
It Hurts
It Hurts
It hurts because, You were a special friend, It hurts because, Your life has come to an end. It hurts because, It was never meant to be, It hurts because, You always meant so much to me. It hurts because, I could always feel your pain, It hurts because, I know I'll never see you again. It hurts because, I knew what you were going through, It hurts because, I couldn't reach out and comfort you. It hurts because, I couldn't help you find the way, It hurts because, I couldn't find the right words to say. It hurts because, You really touched my heart, It hurts because, It has now been torn apart. It hurts because, We can't share secrets anymore, It hurts because, It won't be like it was before. It hurts because, You were too young to die, It hurts because, I never got the chance to say goodbye... {©2008 Jan B.} :hug: ~Jaime~ __________________ |
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