Bury me not in a mausoleum
Where they visit like a museum
Only to be left alone
Surrounded by blocks of stone

Bury me where the beauty of spring
Will bring me a carpet of clover
To cover me over

Bury me where the shadows fall
On a bright  summer day
Let them rest where I lay

Bury me where the autumn leaves fall
Let their bright colors
Spread a blanket of pall

Bury me where the snow
Brings a blanket of white
To warm me on a cold winter night

A place where the squirrels rabbits butterflies
Come to visit
Where the birds sing my song
A place where I belong
A place where I’ll never be alone
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“For behold,the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard
In our land.
The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth
Their fragrance…”

The Song of Solomon
(2:11-13)

I inspire pens to write
I give thoughts that transcend imaginations
I open portals for I am immortal
I capture your
Voice
Laughter
Love
Sadness
All that’s required
To fulfill your desires

I speak an awaken your broken dreams
I inspire and set hearts on fire
I lead and you follow
I give and you take
I feed and you swallow

I am the words you put to song
Without me you can’t get along
I am the love you fantasize about
I am the romance you can’t live without
I am the emotions that stir your devotions

For!
You give me life
I exist only in you
For I am the poem
But you are the poet
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“The poets mind is in fact a receptacle
for seizing and storing up  numberless feelings,
phrases, images which remain there until
the particles which can unite to form a new
compound and are present together”
T.S. Eliot

The angels descended
Caught in the spirit
They lifted me where I lie
Transported me
To the other side

I stood before a jury of three
Robed in black
There they questioned me
My tongue was numb
I could not speak
The answers were given to me

The jury then stepped out
I had no defense
I could not object
It made no sense

The jury returned
Robed in white
To welcome my soul
From darkness to light

The spirits rejoiced
I heard it in their voice
You may not think it so
But the jury makes the choice
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“Rejecting Jesus is like a fugitive who spends
all day running to hide.
You will face him after death.
He is the only Judge and Jury.”
Felix Wantang

Welcome back to your memories
To the times you left behind
Those recollections still haunt you so
Those mirror-like images
That reflect the moments of your life
you cannot reject

Images that still shine brightly as time moves on
Visual photographs you thought were gone
They remain with you still
Those leftover dreams yet to fulfill
The images you see
A level above reality

They never seem to let you forget
It would seem your past
Is not through with you yet

You claim to have the right to
Intimidate
Harass
Humiliate
Incite to violence
This is your claim under
Life’s eminent domain
You have the right to seize
To do what you please

You step out of your domain
Establish your own
Your own written code
Which is not subject to your
Normal abode

Clothed in anger
Vail in heart
You attempt to
split apart

You may bang the drum
Until you are numb
You may fool some
But for the rest
We’re just not that dumb!
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“Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio?”
“Mrs. Robinson”(1968)
Simon & Garfunkel

“Do not reprove a scoffer,or he will hate you
Reprove a wise man and he will love you”
‘If you are wise,you are wise for yourself,
And if you scoff,you alone will bear it”Ps:9(1-18)

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Must I pretend to satisfy your end
Must I
play along
Deny
surrender
Submit

Why is there no dialog?
Why remain silent?
You say it’s best
If I follow the rest

Why label me ?
Tell me what I’m not
For the disguise I see
Is part of the plot

You expect obedience
Follow along
To disagree
Is deemed wrong

You play my conscience
Hoping to subdue
To follow your conscience
I’m told to do

You turn truth into lies
And lies into truth
You cleverly deceive
To make me believe

You attempt to entrap me
With your double talk
Then expect me to walk the walk
You thought you could decide
What you wanted me to be
But!
You completely underestimated
The power of me
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“Ultimately the only power to which man should aspire
Is that which he exercises over himself”
Elie Weisel

“But in his pomp man will not endure; He is like the beasts that perish. This is the way of those who are foolish, And of those after them who approve their words.”
Psalm 49(12-13)

Why do some people think that faith is
Just name it and claim it

Why do some people see faith only as a
Wish list

Why do some know and then believe
While others believe and then know

Why do some put faith in creation
While others put their faith in speculation

Why do some believe in blind faith
And then hope for the best

Why do some not believe in blind faith
Yet have no concept of what faith is

Why do they tell us in times of heartache
That we don’t have enough faith

Why do some have faith in what they see
But have no faith in what is not seen

Why is it hard to explain
Why some find faith through pain

Why does true faith come
Under persecution

Why is it hard to believe
And difficult to conceive
That you have to have faith
In order to test your faith
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‘We look at the things which are seen,
but at the things which are not seen;
for the things which are seen are temporal,
but the things which are not seen are eternal”

2 Corinthians: (4:18)

Crawling out of the muck and mire
Wearing only condescending attire
Emerged 7 creatures with evil eyes of fire
Swearing to bring down the elected hire

I heard one creature utter verbal assaults
I heard another utter verbal accusations
The third creature screaming,” It’s your fault”
The forth replied,” We need no other explanation”
I saw another spitting and swearing
One creature continued to scoff and mock yelling,
“Heads will roll off the chopping block”

The last creature appeared
Wearing a sheep’s disguise
Shouting verbal persecutions
Waiting for the prince of lies to arrive
Looking at the moon yelling,
“Soon! Soon! Soon!”

As I gazed back at the swamp
With tribulation and fear
A pair of horns
Suddenly appeared

I ran to a church
Climbed the steeple
And with a loud cry,
“Who is able to stop these swamp people?”

The elected hire spoke,
“I don’t shrink back to destruction”
“I won’t remain silent”
“I won’t sit back if you become violent”
For
You continue in your lies
Just as before
To blind to realize
That the judge is waiting at the door
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Ad hominem(to the man)
Why do you attack the man
And not his words?

“They  sharpen their tongues as a serpent;
Poison of a viper is under their lips”
Psalm (140:3)

“By your words you shall be justified,
And by your words you shall be condemned”
Matt.(12:27)

When the night blankets the day
The silence and the stillness echo beyond the stars
That take me on my journey
A yearning for a returning where my dreams carry me home
I need no road map
I need no guide
For I travel on memories forever hidden inside
They always lead to where I’ve been
A direction I have locked within

I arrive at the place where my life began
Back to a time of innocence a time of joy
The time I spent in childhood while a boy
I witness the aspirations of my youth
The things I had once thought and said
I ponder the things that might have been
If only I had listened instead

I follow the footsteps that lead me to see
That life isn’t always what you planned it to be
For life is full of  empty dreams
And things are not always what they seem
I see the years slipping by
The void that gnaws deep in side
And the loneliness that walks close by my side

But I do fine compassion warmth and the love in the hearts
Of my friends
The dreams of home that will never end
And as the day breaks and the world awakes
I wait for the cover of darkness
To take me home again
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“Where we love is home-
Home that our feet may leave
But not our hearts”
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.