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... In grace, compassion, and much more, we each cherish those many souls taken so ruthlessly from the warm embrace of loving care, from the many days gone countless, missed to flourish with us all. Until our own time draws to a close with the hope that longevity nurtures throughout our age the understanding that all who live with love, and compassion, are filled with warm light to guide the paths of countless others. Through the strength given in bonded friendship by the needs of those effected directly by the malice of evil intent, comes understanding to us through the giving of compassion, and the giving of care to those with faces wet with tears, and the pain inflicted. "He who learns must suffer. Even in our sleep, pain that can not forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, until in our own dispare, and against our will, comes wisdom to us through the awful grace of God." I, being a Newfoundlander, lend always to those touched directly by those horrific events, everlasting bonds that can never be broken, giving a tear of love to all those around the world who where hurt, and especially to my brothers, and sisters, of the United States, whom I hold close in my heart as not only neighbor, but true family in this global community that we each call our green earth; our home. |
| ... My dogma ran over my karma, very gently. |
| ... Pale Pallor In pale pallor an age gone now stale, Where mist fills fast these blurred eye's. Wishes of love and gentle care fasting stay, To hide clear seen where the tear drops grade. A somber plea where love holds strong, Grasped tight from fear so loss felt gone. Praise that conquers well aged psalms, Tear filled eyes sings passion song. Bell bottomed youth, young age years scored, Computer age of DOS with not much more. Holding hands with mom and dad, Adult their kids hold their hands like years before. |
| ... "He who learns must suffer, and even in our sleep, pain that can not forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until in our own dispare, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God." ONLY THROUGH SUFFERING DO WE LEARN |
| ... We are so much more than the things we possess, or the items we frantically collect as we each live and pass our days - more than the shoes on our feet, or the clothes that cover us - more than the money we make - much more. Through the rift between the poor and the affluent, blacks and whites, between age groups, Natives - our world cries for understanding, and for love, kindness, and compassion in caring. Between the famous and the unknown - human beings, all cared for and loved by parents, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles leave bonds that cement the touch of grace to fill our hearts. We are connected, feel the kind compassion of love for the brothers who are living in their darkness and breathing for you, your touch, your smile, and your warmth. Live now! Care now! Love now! |
... If If but only she could know Without these words, But by just my presence. To stand close And feel my love; In warmth my breath touched hers. Whilst then I force myself To hold a smile For none I've ever held a grin before. To see the deep darkness of night, Glow in gentle haze with love. Kind spent passion laid with purpose, Primed glory only she can stir. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| ... Life's Rage Oh how i wish you sum the price Where grace and love and kindness place. Youth gone dead in a rage of fright Lost cold to Flanders Fields at night. Lambasting pain the river rots, Straight laced in pure shined spots. Yesterdays days to come been vanquished. Such short lives snuffed out in anguish. |
| ... Alone Have you ever cried a tear, because it felt like no one knew? Felt the heave of your heart because love strayed too? Lost to tears a shaking head, lamenting worth again unsaid. Faded truth drips from your chin, without without without again. Alone cheapness, no money to be spent, nothing now, nothing said. Abandoned in fear with none to care or see the sorrow waling. |
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