For years and years angels appeared,
just when I needed them most.
throughout the hard times they'd save my life,
stretching the end of the rope.
emotionally pushing me back from the brink,
giving me strength to prevail.
out of the darkness just as the train screams,
they'd lean down and bend back the rails.
subtle little tidbits on invisible winds,
when life seemed only to rain.
bringing back sunshine and hope in my life,
impossibly finding a way.
pricking the heart of the hardened,
pardoning past ill regrets.
stamping out lonely and planting good seeds,
seeing what I haven't yet.
there's a cross on my rear view of beautiful blue,
reminding me their always near.
and a hat that one gave me along with a painting,
showing me that there still here.
Some are born and take earthly form,
created from His image above.
some reign in heaven and send down their presents,
and the greatest of these is called love.
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For years and years angels appeared,Read More »from Angels Appear
She felt so deprived and a little left out,Read More »from One Little Shot
everyone out having fun.
drinking and dancing lovers romancing,
maybe she'll just go have one.
The club was exciting, loud music and lively,
the night life and new guys to meet.
all the drinks free and the guys were all sweet,
just where she needed to be.
But the one drink she swore to turned into two,
then two drinks soon turned into ten.
spinning and lost she had one more shot,
leaving with her new found friend.
His new car parked across from the bar,
she stumbled and fell to the seat.
He looked just fine so they went for a ride,
feeling the need for speed.
The white lines soon blurred and they started to swerve,
meeting with headlights they crashed.
now everything black her mind drifted back,
to the one drink she set out to have.
Their next ride had red lights and sirens that cried,
her new friend beside her again.
no longer excited but for life was fighting,
bleeding from limb to limb.
The next place they'd go to
To the woman that sees beyond the man,
that people so vain paint of us.
beneath the skin to the love within,
not just warn hardened crust.
To the woman that trust like God does,
not judge by vain deceit.
To the one who sees what blind men see,
not just what meets her needs.
For the woman that believes what I believe,
that the good we seek will prevail.
that the truth we speak shall set us free ,
not all the lies that we tell.
For the woman that lives to only give,
be it if just her time.
the woman that fills the whole world with hope,
and holds her morals so high.
With this woman I'll proudly stand,
when this world comes to end,
and at the gates I'll stand up and say,
I'm proud this woman's my friend..
She hadn't a home she could call home,Read More »from Christmas Fate
so cold and bitter the streets.
staying with friends and the occasional Inn,
finding it hard just to eat.
Two thousand miles from her hometown,
divorced and devoured in court.
he got the house the kids and the cars,
and the very best lawyers of course.
She should of been bitter and angry,
but strangely she felt so relieved.
the kids all now grown up and a house without love,
nothing like she thought it would be.
The diner she worked at was a little old shack,
tips on the tables where slim.
but Christmas was coming and she needed the money,
along with a house to live in.
She stared out the window at the first flakes of snow,
just as the close sign went up.
remembering warm days long past away,
and days when she felt so in love.
The walk to her friends seemed forever,
yet thoughts kept her steps at full stride,
trying to outrun the weather,
and get to warm fire inside.
But her footing was lost on the icy sidewalks,
She started to mist up at Christmas,
Hydrogen Oxygen fused.
She dropped in on friends and the party began,
the wind played as they danced to its tune.
Higher and higher they spun and conspired,
spinning aloft in the breeze.
a magical maze below freezing stage,
losing herself to the freeze.
Slowly transformed by the strength of the storm,
a star was born in the night.
glittering brightly dressed as a white queen,
riding the winds so light.
On Christmas day a gift she was gave,
out of the rain she'd become.
a beautiful snowflake on which dreams are made,
falling to earth just for fun.
My Lord this year is so different,
it's Christmas and all the kids grown.
its quiet at our house and the lights have gone out,
staring outside at the cold.
I thought we might talk like we used to,
back when the cross stood outside.
When the manger was legal and your name was still regal,
before your word crucified.
I miss the sheer honesty that you shared with me,
and the gifts that you gave me each day.
before the world gave up and threw away love,
putting money and greed in its place.
I still have the book that you gave me,
and read it before bed each night.
and the dreams and ambitions you laid out for me,
bringing my soul back to life.
This prayer's not for wealth or worldly help,
It's not the reason I pray.
but to say I love you and before I am through,
To wish you a happy birthday.
His scent so seductive her senses corrupted,Read More »from Intimate Moments
touches and tingles begin.
His body so strong one kiss and she's gone,
bare chest feels good on her skin.
He holds her so close embracing her soul,
ever so close till she's hot.
intimate kisses wet and relentless,
caressing her body to lost.
He feeds her fires as he whispers desires,
trying on each one for size.
She clutches and holds him but has to give in,
answering each whim with sighs.
Relentless he's bent on her pleasure,
cleverly molding her dreams.
The moment they share is forever,
breathless yet wanting to scream.
Her bodies now his again and again,
the wanting now turning to need.
then intimately high her eyes open wide,
feeling his heart as it beats.
She can't stop the way that she quivers,
electricity flows through her veins.
he kisses her neck as she falls top his chest,
bodies now one and the same. intimate moments
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perfect end to a perfect day
If I could paint clouds I,d lay them all out,
color them silver and white.
Leave out the grays and put pinks in their place,
useing dark blue for the skies.
I,d scatter them out like oceans about,
rolling them in like the waves.
hidden within them an angel , I,d send
spreading his wings into space.
The sun would shine in deep gold behind,
adding a brilliant warm glow.
the painting would cry out in heavenly shouts,
this is the gates to Gods throne.
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