EASTER'S SUN

My heart bursts
Like a sun flare
Whenever I am near You
Spreading light and joy
To whoever is near me.

My spirit sings
And the music floats
On angel's wings,
Never to return,
Tis eternal spring
From the source
Of all things.

The touch of your love,
Like a soft gentle rain,
Does nourish,
And feed,
All the cells of my being.

He died for our sins,
Bringing grace
Like a gift,
Eternal and free!
His love all enfolds
The imprisoned,
And the free.

Oh, come thou quickly
Sweet Lord of my heart,
And creator of my soul!
Be ever present,
In my mind and my heart.

I will forever be your
Servant, friend, and flame,
Bringing light, peace, and
Your strong, but gentle love!

Love, the healing balm
Which you gave and give,
Through him, her, and me.

As you hung there,
On the cross,
Lips parched,
Pain penetrating your
Every pore, You reached
Our Father in agonizing beauty and
Two became One...

You rose as the Earth shook
Through creation's love for You.
We hold you eternally
In our hearts and our Souls,
Forever to live
In Your grace
And Your love.

Oh, help us to be
Molded in the image of Thee,
Of this dear Lord we pray,
On this bright Easter Day!

Mistiis
For the two loves of my life.......

The Titanic

by June Robertson Beisch


So this is how it feels, the deck tilting,
the world slipping away as one
sitting at a desk writes a check.

The Titanic went down titanically
like a goddess glittering,
Pinioned to an iceberg, she sank

almost thankfully while tiny mortals
leapt into the sea
and the band played Nearer My God to Thee.

But what happened to the signals of distress?
Nobody believed it was all really happening.
I still can’t believe that it happened to me.

As a child, I stared horrified at the photograph
and the vision of that scene in the moonlit sea.
We will be one of the survivors, we think,
then something looms up like catastrophe.

All life, it seems, is the morning after
and love is the most beautiful of absolute disasters.

If we stay visible
there is always hope
if we keep our strength
we learn to cope...

If we try harder
we get better each day
if we speak louder
they will hear what we say...

If we just crumble
all around us will fall
if we just stand still
our life will just stall...

If only we could have
what made us so weak
if only we could have
that smile back on our cheek...

If only we repeat
nearly every single day
if only we could have
our loved ones who passed away...

~~~ IF ONLY ~~~

Depression

Depression,
Is more than just a feeling,
It runs much deeper,
And really sends you reeling.

Depression,
Is more than just deep despair,
It is a dark place,
Where it’s difficult to care.

Depression,
Is more than just emotion,
It becomes exposed,
Such a powerful potion.

Depression,
Is more than just the sadness,
It sinks deep inside,
You can’t avoid the madness.

Depression,
Is more than just a disease,
It is an illness,
It can bring you to your knees.

Depression,
Is more than just who you are,
It can consume you,
And it can leave a deep scar…

{©2009 Jan B.}

~Jaime~

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5OmZ3J9yTM

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My friends always make fun of me because I still listen to grunge music lol I'm stuck in the year 1994. But music and musicians are important to me and have helped me with my struggle and continue to do so. Here is a poem written by the late Layne Staley of Alice in Chains. Incredible if you ask me.


Core

Self imprisonment
I suppose somewhere inside me
I yearn for freedom from
That which holds me stagnant
Over exaggeration
turns underestimated emotion...
Emotion. Why the urging to hide and
slow the flow of that which could,
And perhaps will, improve and
heal the burning side of me?
I am protecting my pain
And it's mine
And I so badly want to keep my
Pain to myself
But, in doing so, I am hurting
So many who cross me, or care for me
Aching for love and acceptance
Only to throw you down in the latter
Of your shared love
Yet anger and guilt not shared
Between me and you
Your are blamed for all
that is a mystery within myself
Oh, I pray that I might someday
Throw a blanket over that angry child
If the strength is found within the
Core of my being
His tears soak my heart and
Weigh it down
I am drowning, and I am tired
And so very, very lonely
I am


Written by Layne Thomas Staley

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EYAU...265&feature=iv

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HmJQyS8QVw


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"