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The sun and moon conceived a star
shooting through time and space
born within the ocean
delivered upon its waves
while Beethoven's sonatas softly played
nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells
beach sand passed through coral reefs
as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep
begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath
but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death
from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth
watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew
waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new
sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue
in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where
everything was once created in it's hidden depths
and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John F. Kennedy." We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came."
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Dusty roads and fresh grass
summertime rodeos approaching fast
riding with a friend down on sandbars
A piece of hay hanging out of his mouth
though some trapped water, out the other side
I had forgotten this wonderful life
I still see some twenty year old boy helping me up
now a sixty year old man rides in front
pointing all the changes in the last five years
I could not believe what time I lost
4 am to a cowboy is not early enough
my pants soaking wet my boots fixed
We rode on down to his dads favorite spot
to meet God when the sun comes up
we turned to face it and did not say a word
God's spirit was the only thing we heard
as earth to air, and water to fire, met in the sky
right there two old friends prayed to God
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Upon these placid waters the wind blows fair,
bream chase waves tossed by boats here, and there,
Crimson vessels slice through crest,
giving channel cats time to rest,
Blue herons walk along picking through perch nest,
murmuring bull frogs make their best rain calls,
Some white owl makes nightly squalls,
using nothing more than stars to light his way,
Mystical mighty cypress trees sway big, and tall,
they too seem to have something to say to all...
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I am strong, I am brave
so many ask why I am so strange
my reply has always been
because God made me this way
with curious looks and a grin
I look at them and say
I have red hair that I must tend
what more do I need to explain/center>
Just silly
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~You~
I find you at the gateway to life
the center of my world
patiently waiting for me to ripen
You make all the storms seem safer
your maturity grounds me
to that place where my age is nothing
The one piece of fruit you crave
you are my sunshine and my rain
you are the clouds full of mystery
You are all past, my history
and here in these days
I find life from you at my own gateway
forever gratefully
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In case I forget
today to say
I love you!
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In every way
every single day
I love the sweet things you say
no code plays
I admire your strength to believe
to be a man who goes after his needs
in all of the people I have known
you are truly one I will NEVER let go
You lift me up higher than yesterday
something in all my life I wanted to say
I wanted to know I wanted to believe
now my sweet baby you made love my reality
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Peace surrounds me on this day in May
as I let destiny have it's own way
I smile down on whom I am
made grandly by all my yesterdays
I will live again and
all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter
I am destiny's lost prodigal child,
May has been a source of pain for me
Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days
hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times
but not today, the day after yesterday
beginning all my tomorrows
We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers
picking them and hanging them up to dry
somehow in making something beautiful
we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died
We can not always hold onto our flowers
some do not fare well to the process of living dry
so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday
but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers
No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural
for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring
and I pat my body down, I lived through the night
yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny
Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them ,
but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower?
the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive,
none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild
Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper
so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder
and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after
yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after
May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain
in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed,
for how can we say nice things about something,
we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain,
that should always be allowed to grow wilder,
to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after
will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!
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Let the rain fall down
or the fog roll in
no matter what it won't change
where I've been
Let the snow cover
everything seen
the dam can break
just as dust is in the wind.
Time is nothing but a measurement
and measurements can change
just like the weather can go
from sun to rain.
I am like a sunflower out in the heat
no matter which way you plant me
I will never turn north south or east
and like my life I always turn back to you.
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Dry up those eyes my little red rooster,
remember to strut your stuff.
See that silver pony in the clouds
well God put him there for us.
That pony is not like the ones down here,
he was made individually, for us too.
So smile, when they say hateful things,
then say, that's the way God wanted me to be
One day things will be clear,
it will be hard for you,
but you climb to the sky.
Jump on that silver pony, let’s show them how to ride.
Take your time, you have the rest of your life,
my little red rooster.
Someone will see you,
and float on those clouds
riding a silver pony just they and you,
he will be a special guy.
No, it's not fair, you don't fit in anywhere.
Take pride in others, and love will apply.
As hard as it is for you
look to your family,
we are part of eagles flying high.
Be the spunky little girl you don’t think they like,
and show them your temperance
in little cowgirl Cherokee pride. Keep your eyes on the clouds waiting for a sign
great things are worth the wait,
and come in dear time
Things are never what they seem to be,
what you think is a diamond may be only the rough.
As with finding your diamond is made of dust.
Look for a silver lining.
Love the earth and follow the clouds,
know what to keep and what to throw out.
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Oh little lamb of God
brought forth by a virgin of simple hands
son of the father unto all men
To and fro he walked this earth
Until his sacrificial end
coughed up by one of his own
poor little lamb
innocently most humbly
Yet on his last night of his life
he broke bread with twelve men
a Sacrament of his own flesh and blood
he freely offered them
God the Father sent his son,
our salvation whom bestowed
honor, blessings, mercy,
and the greatest of love
His heart pure and earnest
such was this little lamb
lead to his end with a heavy cross to bare,
weary brow, and steady hands,
a love for others unending
Through humility, and peace,
his forgiveness unfailing until the end,
crying out to his father it was now done,
lamb of mercy, lamb of peace,
lamb of rite, lamb of eternity,
I lay my heart upon his graceful feet
and cleanse my soul with his blood and body
the Holy Sacrament, forever, and ever,
to enter in heaven's doorway in peace, amen
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