Some want to redistribute wealth
Perhaps instead we should redistribute love
Then wealth would redistribute itself

A soldier is at the plate
At bat is his countries fate
His appearance is great
Holding the freedom gate
From enemies of US' hate
Such battle, war and slate
Battle worn, scarred and dictate
He stood tall of his create
Preserving peace at harms rate
He eyes the fences of weight
Past the brave crosses of his mate
On it's scales rests this date

Logan Robertson

5/28/2019

I forgive others,
I forgive myself,
I thank God for another new day,
I try to make one difference to someone,
Touch one soul,
Encourage and hold a hand,
For one new day means one more chance to live life.
Amen
9/19/2019

God of love, help teach us to love one another.
God soul, can we learn to help and to love.
God is known of love, where is our love?
What is our mission, is to betray one another?
Let us love one another, we are all from the same father.
Let us support one another, God give’s love, let us love.
Orphans, widows and disable people needs’ our love.
God soul can we help these souls, they are also from our father.

God soul is homeless or abused by another soul.
Where is sympathy, where is love in this world!
God soul where is good humanity, where is love?
I am an abusing soul to abuse another soul, I am a careless soul?
We get tall and forget, some of us were like them, what a world!
We need to change, God can you bless us with wisdom and love.

Written By: The Senior 22/09/2019

Legends die everyday

Today was your everyday

I think I will saddle up the Toad

And let the beat . . .

carry us away


tribute to ginger baker

Cream always rises to the top
"I'm so glad"

            now . . .  I'm sure I heard you whisper ,


              " I Feel Free "

I look upon the starry sky,
Broken hearts represents these stars
All the sorrow of past lives captured within this burning inferno,
Burning with the fueled tears of saddened lovers.
Yearning for the return of their adorned soulmate
Lost in a endless war,
For the greed of sinister men
Paying their toll with broken spirits and torn memories
Paid in full,
With the blood of the innocent
Their stories,
Forever alight
on this darkened canvas
....Eternally captured......

There is a wellspring
From which all religions flow
Which when recognized
Diminishes the rancor
Over the outward forms
Which have torn
And bloodied adherents
Now and in history's
Telling..

And the amazing thing
Is that this wellspring
Is the same Wellspring
Which you and I
Need to recognize in
Our inquiry of
Who we really are...!