If I had another chance,to love you again, I would take it,because I know deep down inside, without  real love, none of us can make it, we have a strong bond and friendship ,to share. without any pretense, and if the  love the that we say we have is unreal, and  a fake, it makes no sense, that's why I'm so careful each night before closing  each eye in sleep, and when thinking about each precious second of love that you 've given me,I can't help but say a prayer of thanks , and break down and weep

I would go, where rippling waters sing, birds tweet in happy chorus, trees stand guarding age old forests,all of God's nature motions our rapt attention, humanity's voice is  of peace, mountains call out, my name in welcome, where dark skies of weeping, are forbidden, and sullen moods of sadness, never have permission to enter, I would go where black and white tan yellow, join hands in love and friendship, where hate and broken dreams, are outcast, I would go where people of love, all colors and creeds help, and inspire each other, this is where I  would go

That first time I beheld your face, I felt that the entire world stood still, and the moon and stars and the stars,fell down from the sky, as my hand touched yours  that first time, that first time I felt  my lips softly touch yours, it seems I welcomed , a new romance, and the world as mine, was the gift you gave, with love to last inside, for all time,now that day,is long past, and memories still float ,inside my mind, i'll  have a warmth  everlasting, to keep me on , the coldest winter night, until its time to die, my eyes photographed, for always, that first time

Joseph's father loved him best as the child of his old age, and the dreams he told to the other family members,were the words of a sage,behold here comes the dreamer,his brothers all said, every time that joseph drew near,as the younger brother ,he  made each one tremble inside from fear, so  they plotted ******* him, and take away his many colored coat, but fate refused to let him die, and the story of it all, was rewrote,catch that dreamer, before he gets away, sharing dreams and inspiration, each and every day, behold here comes the dreamer, such  a mocking and smirking sound, but joseph foretold  in advance, that to him, they would sooner or later,bow down, behold here comes the dreamer, are they talking about me or you? behold here comes the dreamer , remember that  ABRAHAM LINCOLN was  a historic dreamer  and history maker too

I am not captain kirk,but pilot my starship into ypur unknown territory,for my increased desire,longs to know you, by chapter and verse,explowering the yet to be known  responses,of that universe that dwells inside of you,but soon, this captain will be able to report, that the starship has landed, territory now known,and loved,showers of bright stars, have been observed and noted,with increased delight

If  all the the trees in the neighborhood were made of ice cream,and you could have as much of it,as ,you  as you want or need,just put long handle spoons,in both hands,in the summer,eat every  mouthful,real fast, before its goodness melts ,all over the face and clothes,but in the winter, eat each spoonful a little slower,because all the ice cream trees would be frozen its true,and if all the clouds above were,multicolored lemon drops, falling gently down, there would be no worries,to think about, except what day that your family dentist could  take you in, because after eating  all that candy and ice cream, your're sure to have, some holes, in  the teeth ,my friend.

how many dreams have lost,their way, before they came to us? how many plans  were derailed, before getting back on track? how many good and fine thoughts inside, were choked by the slaying  hands of doubt, and this is not the right time, or I'm  to young or old?  now we must breathe new life  into old dreams plans hopes, and brush away the the cobwebs of doubt and fear, with determined  marching feet and heart, move on, victory awaits

story as old, as yesterday's news, but forever true, hardly even friends, than someone's spirit yields, suddenly , just a slight change, a  large split in the distrust wall, that will fall, neither heart yet prepared to receive, strangers when we meet. ever guarded the emotions, yet the same,never  as before, and struggling past doubt for sure, as the sun of touch will rise in us,story as old as yesterday's news,yet not old as time,tune  sweet like song,bittersweet,yet new,finding out that doubt can vanish, slipping past the right or wrong,feelings certain as the stars, story as old as yesterday's news,like song,bittersweet, yet strangers when we meet

on our farm,I made a  playhouse,out of old wooden grates, its a place to ponder about,the food  I haven't ate, when mama is in the kitchen,her meals  are light as a feather, but if there's nothing in the pantry to fix,how good a cook she is, really doesn't matter. preacher joe and his wife millie, are aware of our family's plight,they both prepare church cooked meals for all,who are hungrt in the town, so that their stomachs, don't growl in hunger, before they go to sleep at night,sometimes when I go to school, to get some learning, at home is an empty fridge  cup plate, have to put my head down, on the desk, because hungry keeps striking me  with crossed eyes like a coiled up snake, no one can see my hungry, but its always there, and I pray to the LORD above ,that the people in WASHINGTON who hold power over everybody's life, will open their eyes, and really help the voters, in the NATION,and stop pretending  they really care ,and causing food shortage strife

I am a being of light,passing along city streets day or night,careing  my truth and conviction within, passing many who don't know me,as yet, but in due time ,they will

your lips of white,for a soft moment ,touched mine of black,than getting up to depart,sent a tender gase my way through the window,as this thoughtful heart amid the crowd,silently yearned for us to touch and hold,much longer again.

i'm  a hungry child in Americia and all I  is dream of food, eating chips candy cookies,every chance that comes,surely doesn't help my mood,crying on mama's shoulder for a little more to eat,the small donuts that I saw in the supermarket  would be a great stomach treat,i'm hungry,i'm so hungry, hamburgers and fries steak withbrown gravy,are dancing before my eyes.mama loves me, I know that she really cares,but she eat noodles every meal before my birth ,so that's why I came out of her womb, impaired,hungry in America,the greatest country in the world,and there are so many others like myself ,out there,many hungry little boys and girls,hungry,will the nightmare ever really end ? so hungry ,waiting for the gridlock between the President and both houses in Washington to mend,can't they come together for my sake,and be friends,and not fool the Nation or me with their phony promises and lies just to get elected to office again,because,i'm hungry.

when the tempest of discontent rages against all other relationships I am content with thee,even though sometimes there has been great discord,but even the broken cracks when healed together again,have made me,you, stronger with greater resolve, to face the howling winds of time that would blow our long relationship off course, and  for this moment,I will keep on drying your tears ,sharing your smiles, soothing tenderly away the bad feelings,and fears

the darkness of hair eyes ,lips with red bloom with a heart both joyful and light,arms that bid me welcome from the day now past.candles glow softly on the dinner table,that waits our merriment,and comfortable sharing.tiredness smelts away in the stillness of greeting.i inhale your fresh perfumed essence,my soul now smiles in delight.

I keep in rememberance that godly fate is turning the pages of my life,day after day,year after year,life has been very kind and gracious in my moments here,and the lesson today that I would share is not to weep,over the former things of old,but to expect new beginnings and gifts to appear,for will be answers to very troubling questions and  new sunsets miracles to enjoy,all are patiently waiting for you down the road,seek them

come ,behold not my flaws or ocasionle sadness doubt impatience with others, even yourself,but see my blind eye to fear, that time will steal you away from me. know that the puzzle of living I have not  yet completely solved,nor understand ,I desire  your love help to ponder what yet might come.can we not face all the joys tears fears ,united in trust ,both strong together and apart,long before the final dying day.

my thoughts travel back to city nighs when fireflys lit the dark,under streams of summer moonlight,air seemed fresher and even crisp in those young man days,with quick strides I walked past houses of peoples who knew and didn't know,who I was,and care,heading toward a future that might shut out all the dreams long dreamed,yet to meet young womenwho would guide me through the garden of sweet delight,and deliver mail to my senses than awakening

flickering moments spent in your presence,are not enough and I find myself greedy formore,when all others would attack with scorning tongues, your love serves as a first line of defense,how could I ever be cold when your love warms me so.

the weight and height of sorrow wedded to grief, becomes often to much  alone to bear,yet these unwelcome guests follow us dressed in black,causing each to shut our eyes in pain,so that tears flow quietly down the face.locking all into the chamber of rememberance and regret.sometimes stealing the will to live or even survive.piles of memories are left behind like tasks undone, the day is past and gone, sunlight removed from the heart of time motion,one dares not think of beginning anew.

the heart unloved so quickly plunges into rapid decline,and darkness stands guard over the words and deeds of what might have been shared,who knows how far or near that place,before love in all its shinning light and wonderous beauty,will dwell among us,all creeds and colors.

as mortals we love and learn,soon or later,that love can take you far beyond pain or cause it,be like the gentle breese upon the cheek one minute,and smite it the very next.cradle softly your deepest emotions fears hopes dreams,than like a cyclone **** them all one by one.love can lift the mind to soaring heights of inspiration,than leave you broken battered  used up lke a shipwreck on life's vast shore,mend  back gently with tender emotional hands all that was lost,than like a magician 's sleight of hand stagger the sight wondering where it disappeared and was it real.yes,since mankind first took its first faltering steps upon earthly soil,all have loved lost regained ,had love instruct and desert us,as the sands in the hour glass slowly fall down to time,we love and learn.

as mortals we love and learn,soon or late,that love can take you far beyond pain or causeit. be like a soft breese upon the cheek one minute,than smite it the very next.cradle softly your deepest emotions fears hopes dreams,than like a wayward storm **** them all.love  can lift the mind to soaring heights of discovery and inspiration,than leave you broken  battered used up like a shipwreck on life's vast shore,mend gently back all that was lost,than like a magician's sleight of hand stagger the thoughts  within wondering where things disappeared.yes, since mankind its early first steps upon the earth,all have loved lost regained, had love instruct and desert us ,as the sands  in the hour glass ,slowly fall away, we love  and learn.

I have turned my emotional face self away from the pain,and past loss that once engulfed me. today will be my fresh canvas on which to draw all the inspiration that will delight.swinging out into the future with new vision and fresh hope.so believe in the bright new future that will soon come true,believe in yourself daily this I told you to do.

be your own light of encouragement,against the darkness of failure and discord.keep swing until  a homerun is hit.victory is a mighty tide to overcome  crashing  limbs of defeat,belief wins out when all else fails.know who you are in the world, wise beautiful  victorious great informed,not ignorant nor intolerant,you are awesome daily.all of these are seeds within to use.

where wereyou when my world came falling down,where were you when dreams laughed at me like a painted clown? where were you when each morning getting up and facing a new day made me sigh? where were you when I hid behind the closed door and cried?where were you when I was trapped in a fishing net of despair, and slowly looked around and couldn't find anybody that cared?oh now I know,you hadn't met me yet. and each time that we're apart it hurts me to my heart,those lost moments I truly regret, for love for us is tolling bells of happiness,and there is no need to ask the old question of where were you.

Joel's ten month old only child, a son, had just started walking as Joel was sentenced to jail for three to six months for fighting, after charges had been filed against him. Each time a court hearing was set Joel went, but the dates were always post phoned. Joel meet Sena a tall dark skinned buxom  twenty nine old French speaking woman, just off the coast of Ghana. They married and through mutual friends came to America,and settled in Germantown. Sena spoke French to her dacca. She was a devoted mother and wife. Each time that Sena dropped her child off at daycare, she covered dacca's face with kisses,before heading for the indoor fruit stand that employed her. Joel always cocky and prideful,all of his life,drove a black Lincoln with his girlfriend closer than a flea on a dog, and met sales quotas when required. Granted one phone call from jail, Joel spoke with his rejected wife Sena, asking for bail money, his once proud and sarcastic voice breaking. A lawyer informed Sena that since charges had been filed ,the conviction had to stand. Joel now sits in a shared cell occasionally looking through the steel bars in lock down, gazing up at stars that he once rode and walked under freely.

coming up autumn you were a loving playful tyke,just to lose your 12 year old life last year,to two brothers from the neighborhood who lied and stole your BMX bike.and if that wasn't enough for your DADDY and family to stand,i  remember the case unfolding on tv news and I  your  DADDY  recently kneeling on a football field next to your initials in a park that will be dedicated in your memory and tears came to my eyes ,and the daily news informed me about the anger in that town,which I can understand with you AUTUMN no longer around.a waitness at










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in my nursing home room within these carpeted halls,who do you see? probably a sharp tongued old woman with polident kept dentures, a white mane of unruly hair,thick ankles in short socks vein lined legs, a portly shaped body draped in   a cotton patterned nightgown covering a depends.pictures on the wall of old memories,with alife slowly heading to a closing chapter. but I see a young girl of twenty three holding the arm of a world war two soldier,standing with me before the altar exchanging vows.the hospital picture with my nursing first born son of six sons.a house  on holidays filled with bubbling laughter, and welcome toasts with a bountiful  food table. a granddaughter who finished at the top of her class ready to defend those falsely accused pro bono. a picture of myself before marriage dancing  a first ballet.i see your youth, you see my worn down old age. I hear you speak of far away vacations,that my body and limited funds cannot take. you see a world ripe with opportunies, I see bedbaths, a bag of  waste to change,family members rarely seen . you see the hands on the wall clock not spinning fast enough for check out and the party awaiting. now in these final moments I see what you can't see,angels  coming in bursts of bright light and golden wings, to bear me away from this painful suffering life.

the two men had known each other since childhood,and  had remained friends ever since.with exporing eyes they had seen eagles sosat in ITALY,oats sail in GREECE the moving hour hands of BIG BEN in LONDON, happy  laughing children in PARIS, and in all of these wonderful places  they could  speak and clearly understand  seven languages.they had become WORLD travelers.having traveled by boat plane horseback   camel taxi foot. than one day,each traveler had discovered that different ailments had come upon the other. one had weak legs and could"nt  walk  without a wheelchair.the other traveler's had gone blind.so they sat down togethjer to discuss that grave matter and come up with a plan to continute  enjoying more exciting travel adventures.this is what was agreed on by both.the crippled wheel chair bound traveler promised to be the eyes for seeing.the blind traveler promised to use his strong legs and healthy body to push his wheel chair friend wherever they decided to journey in the future.

passing  around me ,what do I see unhappy people behind painted uncomfortable smiles,carrying  sadness,loneliness dressed up in modern style.all living unseen lives of sham and shame,long ago reflections of myself, life is not an easy game.everyone  caught in the blowing winds of our time.

woke up this morning in the World that you created for me, with a grin.love and happiness are the moods that you keep me in.leaving your good loving I don't ever want to think about or even try,like  flowers pulled from native soil this old boy would die.need daily embraces and steady sweetness in my life to unfold ,plenty of love and hugs to warm me through when these nights are cold.i,m as happy as a bear in his favorite honey tree, now looking in the mirror I see a special me.your love is the wings of inspiration ,a platform to be free,a caring hand to hold on to ,and make a special me .in the courtroom of your love, I don't have to worry fret beg nor plead,knowing always that you desire to make a special me.

so we shared a dream or two,as time went racing by,grief never lasts for long,soon I know these tears will dry,love has gone far away, and found a new place to hide,you left me lonely here, but my heart can,t tell me why.

my lips seem convincing to yours,as soft whispers tickle waiting ears.this waiting heart seeks your soft presence when eyes are denied to gaze.love,s desire makes me become the gentle rain in the garden of delight,a personal pleasure trip to bountiful ,the new moon in the sky of human need ,the answer to any question asked,the guard to the palace of delights,the yin and yang of your everything.

let the free wind comb your dark hair, with an inquiring eye watch the nile flow slowly in your mind.than take my reaching hand and walk through the green swaying grass,let the warmth of the beating sun warm city skin.stare into the mirror of lasting truth and know beauty.know that Nations come forth from your *****,bravely face the hurricane of unchecked hate trial,for we will face these foes together under skies of unmoving blue.

I have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love, and rested beneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.these hands have tenderly held your face  and looking deep within your eves, I,ve  read the silent speech written there. you,ve been the beacon light of hope,shinning across all my dark days, my city touchstone,with a love as warm as oven gingerbread.and when holding you in the midst of an evil land,i,ve held the promise of joy.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

when misfortune tries to shipwreck my future and i'm enslaved by chains of doubt,you  reach out a gentle loving hand to me and suddenly its  so very clear what this gift of love is, is all about.when fear  with deadly hands, slowly chokes life out of dreams, and I want to stay in bed, with the covers over head.strength that was inside leaks in a run like a fleeting bride,your love recaptures it all.when wide eyed unrest disturbs the street of my familiar, this happens each time you are not near ,and I hear the music skip in an uneven beat,than your hungry arms  circle around me  and the touch  is a gentle fire.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds  me not close to you in nearness or reality.if you were here feeble words of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree, the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water,or a sunrise newly born each day. I know that SHAKESPEARE must have written the words''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and I totally agree.

i'm writing this letter on a day that finds  me not close to you in nearness or reality.if you were here feeble words of mine would try to tell that each new day love blossoms in my heart like an eternal tree, the gifts of your beauty and grace shine softly like moonlight on still water,or a sunrise newly born each day. I know that SHAKESPEARE must have written the words''she walks in beauty like the night'' just for you, and I totally agree.

you are more than just my  prayerful dream come true, as we stand  exchanging rings saying I do,  more than just a brief or fake romance, i'm  so glad that on each other we decided to take a chance, and from this blessed moment, as the coming years roll by, here's hoping love and trust, will keep its flame ever burning in our hearts, did I

you are more than just my  prayerful dream come true, as we stand  exchanging rings saying I do,  more than just a brief or fake romance, i'm  so glad that on each other we decided to take a chance, and from this blessed moment, as the coming years roll by, here's hoping love and trust, will keep its flame ever burning in our hearts, did I

yesterday, a journey filled with dark thoughts ,as I  walked through a barren,flowerless garden of loneliness,unbeliveing and dismal was my future outlook,and  the world point of view, the sun of brilliant splendor, usually far above in the sky,seemed to be playing peek a boo, today the sky is clear ,with birds newly composed music once again, I hold within  the knowledge that life is dear and I'm brave enough to face, anything that suddenly comes along, because you my sweet, wonderful love, inspire my heart within ,to sing a lush lovely song.

my love for you is stronger than a mighty ARMY on horse back with a thousand waving victory banners.much stronger than the sun daily kissing the revolving earth. stronger than a mighty riptide. stronger than age old trees rooted deep. stronger than the sky that hold the stars in place . stronger  than a decade old marriage that has stood the test of time.

you are my heart walking outside in plain sight,the  sweet breath  of lasting memory, I will remain  your love shelter, from the wind rain storm of life, ever embracing presence of need when needed, within I know beyond  any doubt, before me there never was, after me there will  never be again.

daybreak's voice is heard throughout the world as the earth turns with no permission from mankind.bird nests empty in morning  glow.the  sea is to active to rest. tracks form on wooded paths and flowers feast on dirt touched by falling rain.trees climb toward the sky clothed in leaves of many colors.

your love surrounds me,in a crowd of many,your searching eyes found me,your arms are the gates that open wide,to take my life in , saying silently you  belong,welcome home.

your voice like fine cut diamonds punching through my privacy,silence is pushed back,senses leaning forward with anticipation waiting for more like a hungry diner in my five star restaurant.

the  difference between man,white as paper,brown coca,yellow,red,tan not much difference to see between man to man