A person rises up and works hard ,then the government boot comes down on them. The powers that be say we must be compassionate, but where is compassion for me. I know we need roads and bridges, I can see that each time I hit a *** hole. I know we need a common defense, but who are we fighting with? It is time to reevaluate the system that takes so much from everyone. We are taxed for our gas, we are taxed for our food. We are taxed for our water, for our clothes and our shoes. We are taxed on our income and if there is anything left, we are even taxed after our death. We can't even rest in peace with out a visit from the IRS.

Sinking my toes in the sand as I sit down on a deserted beach. I look at dark clouds and the overcast sky I close my eyes and hear the waves break on the shore, I hear the Sea Gulls calling around me. The cold wind blows in and sends a shiver down my spine. I lay back and open my eyes to look into the endless sky. The Steel Gray clouds mirror the color of the water or is it the other way around. At some point I cannot tell the difference as I reflect on many things while sitting by the sea.

From the top of  a high mountain, looking over the land below. I embrace the wind as I prepare to take flight. On a glider of blue and white, I step into the nothingness and sail into the air. Down then up with the push of the wind. It is as if some unseen hand has lifted me above the earth. I rush onward into the clouds. I feel the moisture brush against my face as the gentle hand of a lover. I turn this way then that, rising towards the welcoming sun. I see an eagle in flight and get close so I can ask his advice on which way I should go. I watch his majestic wings lift him up, then he looks at me and with a haunting screech he dives away as if to say follow me. I turn my kite downwards chasing his wake. I sail over waters and valleys then we both hit a current of air and shoot back up towards the sun. With a wave of his wing he bids me good day. He then goes his way and I go mine. Into the changing blue sky that becomes steel grey,I am lifted high over the land. All things seem small and my problems seem petty, if only for a few moments I know what it is like to be free. As I finally see my friends waiting down below so small, I  know that is where I must go. So I turn my kite downwards and leave the sky that sets me free. For is you ask what I would prefer, then gliding is where I would rather be.

Once one nation was under God, now we do not know what God is. Once God was invited to all of our activities, now there is no room or him. At time was when we filled the churches, mosque and synagogues , now we worship sports idols instead of the holy one. Where did we go wrong? Where did we get off track? Why do we seek to cast out God, why don't we invite him back? Into our school and homes, into our daily lives. Perhaps if we seek to let him in, we can find peace again in time. For not it is not politically correct to mention his name. What a shame we are casting out God once again.

My clock will not stop bleeping and I can't get out of my bed. My hair is a knotted mess and there is a throbbing in my head. I stumble and stub my toes on a toy or two as I make my way to the kitchen for my first cup of brew. The coffee *** is on but its not what I think, instead of steaming hot coffee, I get an orange energy drink. It seems that one of the children decided to help me out. Now my  mouth tastes awful, I need to rinse it out. I have a two year old tugging at my leg. All I keep hearing is eggs, eggs ,eggs. My wife is still lost in la la land. I am not sure how much more of this I can stand. I try to turn on the morning news only to get kids t.v. . Now I am watching pointless cartoons, for the remote has a parental lock you see. So I run to fix breakfast and get burned seven times. Then it's off to get a shower, and hope I can come alive. I turn on the water and here is where I think I will stay. It seems to be the only place I can find a moments peace from my morning in disarray.

All of the world is your stage and you are in the grandest of scenes. The life you live is your performance. Shyness, sadness, and anger are just some of the parts you will play. Intrigue and deception will play a part as well. All of the attributes of a great Sonnet, your life will dazzle others with its color. You will not have a script, that you must write as you go. For to truly act your part, ad-libbing will be woven into the daily necessity of living out your story.

The rain has stopped falling and there is a chill in the air. The trees have put out green buds for the first time. Clouds are fading as twilight falls and the suns rays are breaking through. The distant light holds a red hue as the evening comes. Walking out into my garden, I smell the freshness that spring rain brings. It reminds me that old things are washed away and new things are beginning to come in. I look at a rose bush where a spider has built it's first web. As a cool breeze washes over me I see the fragile yet elegant web shudder in the wind. Each drop of water shimmers in the fading light like a precious jewel. I wonder at how simple yet strong this web is and how things are becoming new for me as a dark winter of my life becomes a loving spring once again.

Chime, ring, jingle, clang, ding ,**** and so goes the symphony of bells ringing in my head. The echo of each glass of cheer as I toasted to so  many things last night. The symphony of hang over bells does ring. If I hear not but silence, for a full week of the new year, to me that will be a tiding of good cheer. So in a dark room I will lie quietly, if it is humanly possible to do and I will listen to the symphony of bells ringing in my head, chime, ring, jingle, clang, ding, **** oh my aching head.

Most people will not acknowledge them but miracles happen everyday. A persons incurable cancer disappears, a person survives a horrific accident without a scratch. Other miracles happen, but we do not want to believe. A scientist makes a ground breaking discovery that can cure an incurable disease. Mankind does feats of engineering that science fiction writers only dreamed were real. A person who seemed doomed, finds redemption and kindness, some people say it cannot be real. I tell you miracles are everywhere, if we only choose to see them. We too can do miracles if you only choose to believe in them. Give a hopeless child a book and a meal, share a tragedy with someone whom you have loss in common, help that soul heal. Give a thirsty person a glass of water plant a seed of hope. Tell them that it will rain tomorrow and they will have more than enough to drink. You ask me if miracles are real, I say they are you see. Miracles need not come from a God or scientist, they can start with you and me.

When knowledge fails and wisdom will not be heard, it is at this point when we know that we are in love. At the end of reason, passion rules the day, for the heart wants what it wants and will not be denied no matter what our intellect might tell us is rational, love will win out over reason every time.

As I surrender to the will of God, I wait in silence to see what he wishes. As I watch his plan unfold, I live by his daily bread. The word which is the body, nourishes my soul. I feast on his eternal word. Though through trials and persecution I may go, I will let his spirit lead me into safe havens in the clefts of the rocks and the dry places. There in his presence I will ever find refuge.

I waited long in silence, patient by the bedside. I prayed in earnest until all of my tears were spent. At last I drifted off in quiet peace, then I was shaken from my sleep by the sound of rushing wings. My eyes were opened to a world so bright that at first I could not see. Things were fluttering about in front and behind me. I saw the thing that separated the mortal world from the eternity, then it was ripped asunder and all was laid bare before me. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a mighty king, upon a throne so great that it out shown everything. Then four and twenty elders were gathered around the throne. I looked on as I saw the one for whom I grieved standing on streets of gold. The angels had carried their soul right past me and now I was given a glimpse of what they had been waiting for. I saw them standing tall and bright not in pain anymore. They walked on before me not thinking to look back, they knelt before the might king with a word being said. I saw his nail scar hands placing a crown upon their head. My love one stood and gave praise to the one on the throne. Then in unison every one bowed down and before the feet of the king they all through down their crowns. I was startled out of my vision by some movement from where I did not know. Then I was awakened and I knew I had to go. The doctors and nurses would work to no avail. I knew that my loved one had gone beyond the veil. I understood the gift that I had been given, the day I saw Gods kingdom when the veil was lifted.

In a city filled with want and streets full of despair, children sat idly with not much to do. Then someone came alone and ask do you like to read? Then a few books were given out. When young minds were opened and imaginations began to grow, the world changed over time. Those who had noting in which to believe, suddenly became aware of a world outside of their own. As they grew their love of reading blossomed and a city once dark became full of light. Hope took root and poverty and despair were driven away. Knowledge became empowerment as barriers were  broken down. Education came from a book that changed everything.

All things being equal, no one should do without. The simplest necessities can be given from all of our vast stores of wealth. Nations who have in abundance can freely share with others. We make more than we can use, yet others waste away. We talk about recycling, but if we didn't use too much. Then every person on the planet would have just enough. Famine would become a distant memory and every one would be able to read. Children would want to get books instead of guns and knives that make you bleed All things being equal, sharing is a fine thing. We should all take the time to share something with another every day.

When you find something that gives you contentment, no matter what it may be, then serenity is the gift you have been given, cherish it and don't let it slip away.

To draw in a net of righteousness is to understand the first order of mercy. Service above all else is the command for our commission upon the sea of souls that long to know freedom. We set sail on a journey and want to set an example, but we are cast adrift from our true course. The cares and worries that we carry inside of us are often too great to bear on our own, so we must return to the place where we were found and learn how to mend our nets. By following the lessons of the master fisher, we will regain the control of our ship and right our course. Thus we will draw in our nets filled with souls yearning to hear the truth and to be set free from the ******* of the ocean of sin.

I wake up in the middle of the night to annoying cries. I haven't known what sleep is for nearly a year. All I get is complaints no matter what I try to do. Nothing goes right, and now I can't find my shoes. I am walking around in a sleep deprived fog, dazed and confused. The milk is to hot and the potatoes are too cold. I didn't move fast enough to catch the spill, now breakfast is all over the floor. The watch only changes once in a while, when the grand parents come to call. They stay and play silly games until it is time to go to the bingo hall. I haven't had intimate attention since before the end of the Cold War, I don't even bother folding clean clothes, I just throw them in a pile on the floor. I toss and turn all day and night, afraid to sleep to deep. Not knowing when I might be needed when something disturbs our babies sleep. Why did I say yes to this, only heaven knows, oh wait I remember I had 3 cocktails and we were both out of our clothes. As I suffer a mental break down I ponder what we have done, then as the morning breaks the child finally sleeps with the rising of the Sun. I want to pass into a coma, but there is too much to do. Things must be washed and cleaned so at sunset we can start this a new. As I turn to leave the babies room, I see a little angle at rest and I pray to heaven for the strength to change one more runny diaper and to make me glad I said yes.

A boat bobs up and down in the surf as old wood is scattered on the shoreline. The wind blows up the sand and ghost haunt the dunes. Pieces of life fit together in odd ways as each one tries to grasp at reality. The sea froths and churns with cold waves as it makes a groaning sound with each splash against rocks that seem older than they should be. Wet sand ***** you into the earth where the water has soaked it through. Heavy are the desires of nature as old and new tear at each other. A mist rises and the fog horn calls from a distant outcropping of rock telling sailors beware. The home sick souls come forward looking for safe passage as I gaze on into the thick smoke of water vapor that surrounds me and fills my lungs with the cold dank scent of the sea. I head inland to try to escape it all, but the stench of it is in every fiber of my being. I am now and forever intrigued and a prisoner to nature and to the sea.

Handing out sandwiches in the poorest part of town. Giving words of comfort over the phone. Helping to find a place for someone who has lost everything. These are the building blocks of hope. When a life is destroyed and torn apart. These things are what will put a foundation back under someones feet. To know kindness still exist and to see unconditional love removes suffering and pain. Despite all appearances, even the smallest thing can light a candle in a dark room When the spark of mercy is ignited, the light will dispel the darkness. This leads to healing, which is the way to begin mending a broken life.

You who are tired and long for release. Come unto the fold and know Gods peace. Hear the words of salvation, find your rest. Know that there is peace at last. The journey has been long and the burdens have been many. Lay down your past mistakes and be refreshed in spirit. Know the father will renew your soul and give you a new start. Oh weary soul, give up your sins and open your heart. Lay your guilt all upon him. Let God give you a new beginning. Ask for his mercy and find forgiveness for your sins. Oh weary soul please come.

Feel the rush of fear, hear the plea for help. See the blood spurt as you twist the knife!. Listen to the gasp for breath as the body goes lifeless. Look through the sight and see the face of your prey, just before the trigger is pulled. Watch in anticipation of the POP as the gun goes off! The prey is unaware of their fate. Going about their life then POP, the gun goes off and a splatter of Crimson ejects from the exit wound, as you see the shock of their face. Down they go, the image of the **** burned in your mind. Listen to the begging and watch the victim squirm, tightht are the ropes and black is the hood over their face. Struggling and pleading, crying for mercy where none exist in the cold heart of a predator. To a private place you go, where you can take your time and savor the taste of their fear. Each delicate morsel to be extracted as if though it was some rare treat. The victim holds out hope until the bitter end, enduring torment after torment, hoping for death but fearing the end. Not knowing when the blade or bullet will come, ending their suffering and putting the finishing touch on a masterpiece. Thus is ******, an act, a way of living, the essence of a killer.

I caught him with my best friend now I am ******! I'm turning up the heat and it goes something like this! Putting on my highest heels, and sexiest little skirt! I'm stepping out tonight and I don't care who I hurt. I'm hotter than a flame thrower and madder than hell. By the time that I am done, he will remember me well. I posted my friends naughty pictures all over Instagram. I didn't bother to hide the web address, so she knows who did her in. I rented a limousine and I'm going out with best his friend. I am not really sure how this nights gonna end? I'm taking the hottest selfies and posting the updates. When he sees what I'm going to do, I will be the one he loves to hate! I tearing down obstacles to my happiness, and setting fires a light! I am dam hot and angry, and I'm gonna burn some bridges tonight!

Down into a seemingly endless dark hole men go with picks and shovels. Down below the mountains of Kentucky, and West Virginia. Listening to the water as it drips down over the rocks, they go beneath the earth. Off of an elevator into a dark and damp world, filled with dusty black rocks. They walk or ride a rail towards the end of the line, where they break the ribs of the earth. Shovel by shovel they tear at the black parts of the underside of now hollow mountains. Stripping out the guts of what is left until another vein can be found. There is no way to know the time or if the sun has risen or not. They simply dig a little further, sending the black rock on it's way out to who knows where. At the end of a shift, they crawl back out of the midnight colored hole, and try to wash off the dust of the earth that clings to them like so much ink. Laying down their weary bones and resting a spell, they rise at an appointed time to do it again.  Back into the pit of midnight to mine out the black rock. This is the life of a miner of coal.

Kick off your shoes and squish dirt between your toes. Step on soft green grass where ever it grows. Step into the tide of the ocean and feel the warm wet sand. Walk into a cool stream and feel each smooth stone beneath your feet. Walk across polished wood and listen to it creak. Put your feet up and let the sun warm your toes. Step into puddles when ever the rain flows. In bare feet experience life, dance to the music of the sensations around you. Let the feel of nature bring you to life. Dance with someone close to you. Feel the wonderful sensations as you are barefoot dancing.

There once was a dark haired maiden who was very pleasant when she was quiet. She had a delicate smile and fair skin, but when she spoke it became quite a riot. Though her looks were that of an angel, she had the screeching voice of a Crow. So what was lovely to be seen was a horror to be heard. So she always walked quietly and smiled politely and was seldom ever heard.

My life is a piece of unmolded clay sitting on a wheel. I am not sure where I will go or what I will be. I sit patiently and wait for my life to take shape. With each passing day I seek to learn more. I study and pray for guidance. In each moment I strive to be better, looking forward to the day when I am complete. As Jesus slowly molds me, through his spirit and discipleship, I am becoming a worthy vessel for his habitation, as I am shaped by the potters hands.

Courage in a syringe that keeps me focused. Something I buy just like a cup of coffee. It looks glamorous in a movie, but the reality really *****. I surrender to the need that keeps me going. I deal with people that look ok, but will hurt you without thinking. I pay for the habit anyway I can. Doing what I must to keep it together. All I think about is how it hurts sometimes. I can't make it off of the Merry Go Round, believe me I have tried. Clean and Sober is just a saying, the reality is that I am addicted. No end, no glamor, just a truth of a cycle that I have to maintain and hope I don't crash before I can find an exit to my dependence on drugs.

Oh Lemon Tree with golden fruit that hangs heavy in the summer sun. Oh bitter fruit, that grows for natures amusement. So much do you look like an orange, yet you are bitter and cause children to make funny faces. Yet there are things for which you can be quiet useful. Your juices can clean through many a foul thing and properly blended with sugar cane you can make a refreshing drink or a delightful pie. So oh **** fruit with the golden shell, grow faithfully in the bright sun, until some unsuspecting passer by samples you, not knowing of your bitter surprise that is kept beneath a beautiful golden façade .

So comes the dawn and new challenges arise. So comes the possibilities that renewal brings. The old has passed away and day has broken. Light shines in the place of darkness. Rested eyes have opened and look brightly at the clear sky. Hearts leap with elation at what might be achieved. Doors lay before the traveler that have yet to be opened. The keys to new adventures may well be in hand already or perhaps are waiting to be discovered. Hard labor is perhaps replaced with wisdom gained from past struggles, in the hope of lessons learned that the work will become a little easier, forward we go into the new day.

All that I hold dear and all that I am is ever evolving. I hold core values, but I am open to change. Though I choose a path, I am not above being mistaken. Not all things are true as I might have thought. Some ideas need improvement. I can only be true to myself and still my resolve to continue to learn. Often my lessons come from mistakes and missteps. Through experience, I can become better and strive to improve on my beliefs. Perhaps I can then accomplish what I set out to achieve and be at peace with others while holding to my own core values.

I was born into nothing, I came from a broken home. My mother had 9 children I had nothing to call my own. I cut my teeth on violence and my best friend was a gun. From the grit and dirt of poverty I fought to become #1. I got my first scar when I was just 11 and by 14 I had made my own rep. I had 2 bodies on a slab and no one would mess with me. I found that money equaled power so I did what I had to do. I bought and sold peoples lives just to make it through. From behind the sights of a 9 I see the world go by. With a few grams of the right ****, I can get the whole world high. In the spirit of capitalism, I live for the dollar that brought me out of the streets. From the war zone that was my neighborhood, I walk to a different beat. At 21 I got caught up because of some weak *** little snitch. By 22 I was walking free because someone found him face down in a ditch. This is not the path I chose, this is just the way of my life. I survived the circumstances to which I was born to rise up from the street and take what I wanted from life.

What is your motivation, what is your cause. What makes you passionate enough to die for it? Is the suffering of another enough to make you want to give it all? Is the price of freedom what you are willing to pay in blood? What causes you to move forward even up the steepest mountain? What will make you crawl over the sharp broken shards of adversity, until you are bleeding and shredded to reach your goal. What is it that makes you an unstoppable force that will fight no matter what the cost. What is it that drives you?

We walk around our cities, on our beaches and in our towns. We use all manner of devices to remove ourselves from where we are. We listen to music, or hear mindless chatter of division and dissent. Our hands tap away at plastic screens and we miss life as it goes by us, unless the moment can bring us instant fame. We are immersed in not caring so much that our world has become a sad and lonely place. As people we no long talk, we only text and tweet. We sit in lonely cafe's in electronic silence cut off from reality. If we would simply take a moment and listen to a baby cry or look at the moving clouds and see the color of the sky. How much richer our lives might be. What might we regain. If we would only stop using technology to tune our humanity and to mask our loneliness and pain.

From the cup of redemption I shall partake. Through the true vine I shall be pressed in the vat. The wine of mercy shall flow from the grapes of the cluster that comes from the vine of salvation. Grafted into the vineyard as a wild cutting, I was made part of the true vine. By the hand of the husbandman who keeps the vineyard, shall the new wine be pressed. From the cup of this I shall partake in remembrance of he that died and was resurrected. I shall drink of the vine at his table, when he returns to bring salvation to me.

I am only harming myself, no one else is affected. So say those who flaunt the morals of society. My body my choice, but no consideration is given when the act of procreation occurs to the life that might be created. I am getting high to forget my problems, so says the causal drug user until they become addicted to the poison that they put in their veins. In complete honesty, all actions have an effect. Some are direct and some are indirect, but there is an effect none the less. Only when we are honest with ourselves and accept that our actions have consequences can we be free of our obligations and accept that when we dig our own hole, that there might not be anyone to pull us out. Though it is likely there is a good Samaritan who will show us pity, but the help will only work if we are willing to change.

Will you watch me when I sleep, will you my heart keep? Can I count on you to order my steps? Will you stay by me and never leave? Will you protect me from the storm? Oh say that you will watch over me, will you be my angel please?

When you stop to say a prayer, please remember Steve. When you take though to care, please remember Steve. When you are feeling sad, please remember Steve. When your day is going bad, please remember Steve. When you are struggling with life, please remember Steve. When you find hope and light please remember Steve. In all things you are thankful for, please remember Steve.

If you gaze into the heavens, you can see many clouds. They come in different shapes, colors and sizes. Each cloud has a purpose, but is not bound by borders. They join together easily and do not fight over space. They shield us from the sun and deliver rain to us. They can be fierce and gentle depending on the situation. The clouds can sit lazily or move quickly depending on the wind. They take up and give back only keeping what they need. They change often transforming from one thing to another. The sky is their domain, unless they come down as a morning mist. All places they do call home. With no borders or reasons to hate, they work in concert will all things for the good and the ill. If we could learn a few lessons from them, then perhaps we would do better for ourselves.

From black smoke that fills the skies to rivers that run orange as pumpkin juice. Nature is being torn apart at the seems. Birds fall from the sky and bee colonies fail. One day it is burning hot and the next it is freezing cold. Trees will not bear fruit, and the fish float in our lakes. What shall we inherit if we poison our world. What legacy shall we leave behind.

The House was a flutter with lawyers galore. Files were stacked from ceiling to floor. The media waited breathlessly for the gavel to fall, impeach them one impeach them all. Phone calls had been made and text messages had been sent. This is it this is the event. As Pelosi took the stage, all of their hopes and dreams would come true. Just waiting on the vote that all they could do. As the roll was called, one by one they said yea. The democrats had 218, they won the day. With all of the House Republicans in unified dissent. It was over, an on Impeachment went. From the floor of the house in a blink of an eye, on the Senate they thought we have this guy. While in the White House with not even a frown , President Trump was making a deal with the Chinese. When someone came in and said it was just on CNN, they passed the impeachment, this is the end. The President just looked with a coy smile, he said I think I will be golfing for a while. As the papers were cleared out of the House, the building became as quiet as a mouse. On to the Senate all in disarray, let us end the President let us do it today. Then what appeared to the Democrats dismay, but Mitch McConnell to get in their way. With his neatly placed glasses centered on his round face. he took all of the joy out of the place. Like a Grinch that stole Christmas, he said with a twitch, you will not impeach him, I am not giving an inch. So with stacks of papers and boxes of legal briefs, the impeachment charade came to an end. Another failed attempt and the Democrats had lost again.

Oh blanket of darkness envelope me. Safe haven of comfort surround me, hide me from the harsh light of day. Veil of concealment wash over me, let your dark streams take away the sight of things too painful to bear. In the day I must see my own reflection. In the bright light I cannot hide from the things that remind me of you. In the darkness, I do not have to see myself. In the night I am invisible and the pain goes away. So while the night holds terror for some, I welcome it when it comes. To me it is a shield against unwanted pain. In the cool embrace of the night, I can breathe again. It is where I find peace and I do not have to be reminded of you.

I am not sure why people look at me different? I am not sure if this is how it is supposed to be? I only know what I feel, I only know that this is the real me. What I like does not fit a social norm, it is frowned upon, but I do not feel right any other way. So I will keep living what I feel is right and let other people just fade away.

Drill, Drill, Drill is all that you hear. Turn on any television an it echoes like a broken recording. More, more , more is what they cry. As sharp needles pierce the surface of the earth, drawing out it's life's blood in the name of society. No matter what stands in the way, it can be removed. Mountains are torn down, forest are leveled and families displaced all in the pursuit of more. When all that is needed can be made in a factory, there is no need to tear up the surface of the earth. Trees need not be cut down and holes need not be pierced in the ground. Plants that we can grow and sun that shines can give us more than our share. Until we stop and listen to what the earth has to say, we will continue to let it bleed to satisfy our materialist needs.

Under blue skies with birds singing, I watch as you go on your journey. Memories rush through my mind and I fight to hold back the tears. So much was left unsaid. As your friends pass one by one, I long to hold you again. I want so much to go back and make it right. Unfortunately, I will not have that chance and now that you are going on your eternal journey, I can't say goodbye.

Born to simplicity and raised in a foreign land, he lived a restless life until at last he could be himself. He walked the land bringing a message of hope, then he was wrongly accused and crucified for those he didn't know. One day by chance I met him and with a countenance of a gentle soul, Jesus showed  me that he died to love me.

I thought I had a handle on my situation, then children came and I ended up in total confusion. While they are copies of me, I now know what my mother meant about me. I could not have been this bad, not in a million years, that is just plain sad. Now I am paying for my sins in spades, I am imprisoned in my own warped reality. What I thought was a life plan was merely a simple suggestion. I have no concept of life or sleep. How long this goes on I am not sure? If anyone knows where the exit is, please tell me now. I am trapped in an endless cycle of insanity. How does one become trapped in their own life anyway?

Oh the sun never sets on the British empire. While it's elite get rich off of the backs of it's subjects. The bureaucrats craft their ideologies and implement their plans. All boxes are checked and everything is grand. Wait a moment a hick cup as occurred, a baby name Charlie Gard a name you might not have heard. The bureaucracy says that we shall just let him die, while mum and dad sit by and can only cry. The horror of the bureaucrats to take our child from us. The stress has become awful, it is just too much. Despite the attention that has come from abroad. The American President, even the Pope has gotten involved, but no there can be no help, no where or why. The socialist wankers of the European state say the baby has to die.

There is a battle raging that often goes unseen. It is between the forces of heaven and hell, with lost souls as the causalities. The battle is not for everyone, but when God does give a call. He calls for a solider to fight and to give their all. The battle is not won by the swift or the strong. That is not what Gods wants in a solider at all. He seeks out someone who will be humble but have strength. He wants those who have conviction and will not easily become faint. He demands the up most loyalty and sometimes you may think you are fighting alone. In this you must be patient, because the greater plan cannot always be seen. God ask just do your part and leave the rest to him. Once you have fought your fight, you will see how the battle was won. Not by acts of savagery, with a sword or a gun. The fight was taken to the enemy by showing compassion and love, for the battle is the lords to fight from his heavenly throne above. With legions of angel armies at his beckon call, sometimes God simply needs a Christian solider, to come and answer the call.

Fire burning passion bright, flame of a hungry soul. Oh how you consume me and drive me mad with lust for the one thing I can never hold. Once I knew beauty and I though I was in love. Her smile was like yellow roses covered in morning dew. She could bring me to the height of desire and cool me with the gentlest touch. My soul would ache to know her love, I would sacrifice to make her mine. Then she flew away and left me empty inside. The passionate fire burned out in my hungry soul. Leaving me mad with desire for the thing I cannot hold. I wailed in torment at her leaving, knowing that I can only feel cruel endless pain. Once you have tasted love so deep, you may never want to love again.

Ring, ring , ring toll the bells. Ring to herald the warning of what has come. The bells have tolled and declare the judgment. The bells toll for those who would not listen. Apathy took hold and the eye was dimmed and the ear refused to hear, now see the wrath of the indifference. Ring, ring the bells toll for thee. Oh foolish leader who would not heed the warnings. Now your land is stained with blood and you are mocked to scorn by your enemies. Ring, ring, ring; now toll the bells for judgment is at hand.