Friendship, Love, Beauty, Family,
All things that are treasured much
Trees, Life, Weather,
Were all created with Heavenly Fathers Touch

Nobody gives thanks God anymore
Everyone is in a big rush
Not allowed to say a prayer
For, thanking Him, must done with a “hush”

God’s name seems to be a secret these days
Unless said in vain, it’s illegal to say His name out loud
This freedom of our country it seems
Has told us not to say his name in a mixed crowd

Founded by and on His name
Our forefathers gave thanks greatly
Generic countrymen are we
Erasing his name is done quite easily

Scared, we might offend those who disbelieve
Funny, how we were once the home of the brave
Land of the free
Now to the disbelieving, the believers are slave.

Dear Brother

Dear Brother
Do you remember?
For a brief period of time,
You were my Brother,
And I, your Sister
Memories of the laughter you brought
Still fill our family stories
Little can I contribute,
For, I knew you a very brief time.
Funny how as your youngest sister,
I'm now older than the last pictures of you.
Not knowing you well, was a crime.
I feel as though our family had been robbed.
Not knowing if this was all the divine plan,
I get angry that you're gone.
Perhaps though,
It was all meant to be.
And not knowing you well,
Has made me stronger
For I'm striving to be the person,
I would think you'd want to be

A Cry To The Father

Chastised by thee,
I cry from my sin.
I plead for your forgiveness,
I beg your sweet love,
Will bless me again.
Consumed by depression
Thou spirit hath left me,
I fell into a well of despair.
Alone with that sin,
Easily came apostasy.
I pray to thee
From a most contrite heart,
That thou forgive my transgressions,
And of thy flock
I shall once again be a part.
On that one day of yours,
The day of final judgment.
I pray thou shall call me chosen,
As I stand before thee,
Wearing Pristine, White Garment.

As I walk upon the earth alone,

I search eternity for my home

A place I'm told is full of love

From those who pray to one above.

I search for love and wisdom and light

A day without end

No darkness or night.

On no condition does his love rest

He'll never judge never test.

All dreamers are writers too

This story I'm afraid,

will be fiction too.

On earth I stand and walk alone

Searching for an earth bound home.

My heart still with heaven rests

I fear I'll not pass this test

Through dark skies,

I imagine his eyes

More beautiful than the sun or moon

I pray to be with him soon.

I do not desire my human form

The emotions that come and go like a storm

And on this earth I walk alone

Awaiting my eternal home.

I love you

I know not why,

I just do

You make me laugh when I am sad

You make me cry when I am glad

I haven’t the mentality

To write about you intellectually

I once was quite smart

When I thought without my heart

You have my pen in knots

And my brain without poetical thoughts

I love you,

I just do,

Simple as day

Plain as pie

I love you

I verse not why

Bittersweet

A breeze brushing past me
Make me reminisce to a time,
When with your lips,
And mine were to meet.
With tearful memories of your sweet caress,
Yet, with joyful splendor I wonder,
If it were you,
Would you confess?
Are you as I am-
-crying like the weepy willow?
Or have you but forgotten
Your promise,
That you'd never go?
Such promises are always made from passion.
Woe unto my despairing heart!
Such passionate words,
Were never forgotten.
Still I laugh with our past memories,
And you being a forgetful love-
-dream not,
The same, bitter-sweet
Reveries.

Why I Hate to Love You

Bleeding Heart

The ink from my pen
is the blood that I shall not spill
from a lacerated heart that bleeds
affected by your malicious uttering.
The poisons in my veins,
are but anger and hurt.
Not the strychnine
and cyanide I crave,
after you dealt such a lonely cold
prophesy for the one who lived
only for you.
My eyes are blinded with hot, salty
tears,
and not with the blanket
of death that I yearn for,
after your dismissal of my affections.
Still, I live; Despite, and beside myself.
You, being you, know not my hurt.
Only that you have hurt somebody
-and you, care not!

Loves Delight

Take not the credit

For the passion with which I write

For, you were among many

Who took away loves delight

With many a tragic Poetic verse

I heeded not the warning lines

Against loving one or many

From where passion resigns

If in my heart

There passion still be

T’was sent by God and angles

Who cried their tears with me

I say dear love

To spite my heart

I shall again love another

Passionate still, give another part

Although my heart

Continuously cries from grief

I shall not let passion tarry away

From finding one, meant for me

This lesson from yet another

Who supports my heart aches

Is a merely a dispassionate reminder

Of my continuous mistakes

Therefore my friend,

Take not the credit

For the passion with which I write

For you were among many,

That took away loves delight

Melancholy

Melancholy

Cried his cold tears upon my shoulder,
and the woes of the world
were mine.
Untouched by his icy fingers,
my heart continued to beat
to the rhythm of life.
My soul danced and rejoiced.
I felt the love
of those around me

melt his fingers away.

I found that
The world may be hard and sad
However,
The comforting arms of my family
Keep melancholy
From stealing me
Even unto death.

Apathy

When one feels passion

They are dissuaded from feeling.

Hearts beat

In empty human shells;

This is what is accepted.

No dreamer, artist, or poet

Can be found today;

Passion is dying,

This is what is accepted.

Dispassion, apathy and disgust

Is the attitude we are to display.

Love is gone,

Hate is free,

Compassion is dead

Inside of me.

This dreamer dreams today

But fears the ‘morrow.

What new mask am I to display,

When I'm not allowed my own

sorrow?

Slaves Of A Free Country	Dear Brother	A Cry To The Father
I walk Alone	I Love You	Bittersweet
Bleeding Heart	Loves Delight	Melancholy
Apathy