for there is always hope

under the freshly fallen snow

there lies a seed waiting to grow

above the storm filled sky full of woe

there is the sun waiting to glow

for every soul beat down

and cast with a frown

for there is always hope

waiting to help them cope

for there is always a way

through each and every day

there is no troubles so bad

that they are ever more than just a passing fad

thanx Courtney Livingston for the theme

of the power of peace

an open field of wild flowers

bending to the powers

of a wild but gentle breeze

how i long for these

for the simple views

hold the truest hues

of the power of peace

and our stress does decrease

in every day

we can find a way

to renew our inner peace

and give our turmoil release

thanx to Samaeopteryx Reeser for the

opening stanza and theme

from death's permanent hold

so this is the time

that a mighty star most sublime

rose to point the way

to a very humble soirée

for in the manager

was found the end of danger

from death's permanent hold

a wondrous baby to behold

for 2000 plus nine

years our lord does shine

the greatest gift ever given

and all our sins forgiven

for i was to blame

the money was granted

for presents to be planted

beneath the holy tree

a little bit of shiny wrapped glee

only so many it would buy

and my heart did fry

for i was to blame

for this christmas shame

but suddenly a new light shone

and i realized it is always known

that no amount of presents

can replace a good parents presence

so god bless us all

from the tall to the small

from over there to over here

for love and hope is always near

Flung Like a Lightning Bolt

i gave to the world a song

and after not very long

the world gave me three

equal in beauty

i gave to the world a curse

from my heart it did disperse

flung like a lightning bolt

and was given ten more in revolt

i have nothing of my own

for everything is on loan

and can be any time in recall

from one above who controls it all

to the slow grind of time

when we reach the place

at the end of the race

and find another lap to go

it can feel like woe

for nothing is ever perfect

and everything is suspect

to the slow grind of time

and there is always some grime

but it is all part of the grand design

and we all still shine

to the giver and taker

of the universe's great maker

it will pass in time

its a searing pain inside

its a heart that is fried

its a soul feeling betrayed

its a spirit becoming a deeper shade

i want to escape it

no longer feel it

it will pass in time

is all that i can rhyme

nothing more i wanted to be

than to be a father in a family

for nothing more i prayed

than for children i helped made

You will believe in me

this destiny can not be dodged

what can i say?

that will ease the way

the future it goes

where no one knows

can i be the monster they see?

i have the evidence all pointing at me

this destiny can not be dodged

unto my heart it is lodged

for every step ahead

i must bow my head

and give thanks for another day

what can i say?

a daily reminder

there is no doubt

that there is an end to the clout

and soon shall pass

the cloud sent to harass

this poets frail heart

the pain is off the chart

a daily reminder

of faith in a grinder

struggle through this we all do

for we have no clue

of the master plan

of what does end and what began

king nothing i am

this is the only virtue i was given

and i can only hope to be forgiven

for all the pain i have caused

for all the breathes i paused

i awake in agony

with no one to blame but me

king nothing i am

forever to be condemned

but this too shall pass

these ugly feelings can not last

and nothing is so bad

that i will forever stay sad

have to wait and see

gloom and silent night

mornings stretch into days

days soon sways

into dinnertime

take a break save a dime

dusk comes next

gentle dancer twixt

gloom and silent night

crisper vapors to delight

night sits us down

televisions drown

bedtime is signaled by a yawn

for it all begins again at dawn

'i am perfect' is not my cry

"ain't no valley low enough

ain't no moutain high enough

ain't no river wide enough"

i have the patience of years

and no pain so completely sears

that life can not find a way

and love is always here to stay

i miss them all so bad inside

and i have nothing more to hide

'i am perfect' is not my cry

but i am always willing to try

mistakes make us as sure

as the victories we endure

our tale does not end

only does begin again

so fear not the twist

another twist appears

an end to the cheers

a denial is plain

no matter what the form may claim

but days of life upon the seas

is what they please

so fear not the twist

gods touch has ne'er missed

tomorrow will come

a new sun

simple pleasures are the best

even the lion needs rest

i am a father first

"the devil was pumping hate through my veins"

-LL Cool J G.O.A.T.

so?

so what is the go?

which way do i flow?

in what groove do i grow?

shall i plunder him?

what will i win?

i am a father first

for a deeper magic i thirst

all is fair in love and war

so the elders swore

and never too late

is heavens best trait

midnight comes and goes

im still standing

the last one dancing

cloven tracks

fast with the attacks

whirling and swirling

the earth keeps turning

midnight comes and goes

follows its own nose

wander far or near

hold all that is dear

try what you fear to do

let everyone know you

crazy enough

i held her as long i could
and knew that i should
not try to possess her
freedom is what she does prefer

still i had to try
i am that guy
crazy enough
to be that tough

what a journey we had!
for that i am glad!!
our children are pure joy
a full life they shall enjoy

she can ruin your faith with her casual lies...

or so big they'll shatter

i want to wander in your dreams

and pick at the seams

to have them bleed

into reality

you think yours dont count

they are too small to matter

or so big they'll shatter

my friend we are all held account

for if you have a soul

you may be so bold

to create as given

the divine vision

the stuff of nightmares

no bad times

without good times

no bad deeds

without good deeds

no virtue without sin

around and around it spin

the stuff of nightmares

and the tales of double dares

where the hero came home

and many fires kindled

for the warmth had dwindled

in the hearts of homes

rags for the suits

such is the balance

daylight to nightly valance

yin to the yang

chorus to the refrain

a harmony of life

riches against the strife

rags for the suits

despair for the loots

because the simple

truth is this

for every shark

there is a dolphin

all i have to spend

will you walk with me?

to breathe?

to sample the earthly delights?

to bathe in mysterious moonlight?

take my hand

i offer to the land

all i have to spend

to my duty i will attend

for time does not wait for thee

and all the beauty

must surely fade away

for time does not stay

cadence immortally set

screaming

leaning

searing

feeling

time marches on

the song goes on

cadence immortally set

the measure of death

will you deny this truth?

it takes no great sleuth

to see the golden rule

applies also to you

with each poem is given

upon these rocks we sunder

and cast ruin to our plunder

we have drifted far of course

our souls lost evermore

but blind we be to fortune be

our story to share for eternity

with each poem is given

another chance before heaven

so though we clash

and look to gnash

our fears into flight

love shall always hold back the night

the fiercest of your showers

a mighty wind is blowing
determined in its controlling
way to force the storm
up and over the form

is that the best you can do
i say unto you
the fiercest of your showers
only strengthens my powers

and still we sail on
up and over the horizon
where little mighty heart
takes her first step into her start

of the divine grace

so days stretch into weeks

and we pratice the techniques

that hold back time

such a simple rhyme

more glory to thee

no end to the jubilee

of the divine grace

that came to replace

a tale of shame and woe

of a poet's heart that began to slow

and ceased to grow

for no light could reach so low

Let Us Not Fuss

the bulsing beat
of the truckers steady heat
the cb's all agreed
a migtration is foreseen

what was becomes old
and passes into 'as told'
Let Us Not Fuss
for it is only a new day before us

give thanks to all such a bounties
as exists in all counties
family hearths we find rest
gather secure in our nest

Is Not There Fruit Upon the Land?

at the crossroads we sit
time for us to begin
a new way ahead
for what is there to dread?

do we lack in money?
are not the days still sunny?
Is Not There Fruit Upon the Land?
does not god still open his glad hand?

we need not fear
to lose what is most dear
for times will always change
and fate will always rearrange

Always Jumping in Our Lap

the page has turned
and we have learned
of a new chapter to come
an end to some

terror creeps in
an obnoxious friend
Always Jumping in Our Lap
leaving our hands full of sap

the days seem dark
and without a spark
of good news to be had
everywhere faces are sad

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