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Yours, my love
You are the light that still shines on me
FOr you I will pine eternally
YoU were the one who did set me free
YouR love will always my comfort be
RoseS smell sweetest, my fragrant plea
SouL unto soul and heart unto heart
FoOlish is one who would tear this apart
EVery love has hardhips right from the start
Eternity's for those who choose ne'er to part
What He Noticed
He noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as still as the hands of a broken timepiece,
he couldn't help notice, no, he couldn't help but notice...
That his life would never be the same.
Hope... an ode to Newtown
Soon this old world will come to its end.
Yet worry not, for then, only then,
can peace and love forever endure;
a new world of hope, its coming is sure!
Never to sorrow or cry out in pain
for the loss of a child, ever again!
The blessing of Jah will make all things new.
Yes, I want to live there, how about you?
Cosmic dance above my head,
colors that blend sublime.
Blues and greens and striking reds,
I'm lost in space and time.
Such scenes inspire dreamers,
it's nature at it's best!
Poets, artists, believers,
translating beauty's fest.
Thoughts drift to my city home,
the foul polluted air.
Smog creates a poisoned dome,
yet no one seems to care.
Planet earth, a 'jewel in space',
or so the traveler said.
That saying now seems out of place,
a 'nest befouled' instead.
But for now I watch the lights,
and dream of better things.
A future day when earth is right,
and harmony takes wing.
Bagpipes are for lasses (A Scottish tale)
The dawn is just a breakin',
across this old hilly land.
Me heart is sorely achin',
o'er the lass who'd held me hand.
As I glanced 'cross the gloamin',
the sunrise' castin' shadows.
I'd hoped to see her roamin',
toward that familiar meadow.
'Twas there we shared our love,
one so soft and sweet and true.
'Twas there clouds swirled above,
in a sky so ever blue.
Alas, one October mornin',
when the skies had turned to grey,
and the rain began a pourin',
the lass upped and walked away.
So each morn I face the east,
and I play these bloody pipes.
This poor lad's plea will ne'er cease,
till his lass comes home for keeps!
The Essence of Love
The little girl noticed the little boy with the cute dimple glancing her way. She quickly looked away, not wanting to give him the time of day. Still, she couldn't resist the urge to look again. There he was, smiling and waving, as if he'd known her for the entire 10 years that she'd been alive on planet earth! So, throwing caution to the wind, she walked across the playground toward him, at a rather leisurely pace, of course. When she got to where he was standing he stopped smiling, looked into her beautiful brown eyes and simply said: "I love you." Her face got as red as a tomato and she ran into the school gym as fast as she could and hid behind the basketball stands. There was a little tear in her eye, as she struggled with the emotions that were flooding her young heart.
The next day she saw him again. This time though, when her eyes met his, he turned away, with a sullen look on his face. She wondered to herself if it was possible that he loved her for only a day, and th
"Run, run, run little toad,
vain is your attempt to flee.
I'm a hunter supreme,
I'm quick and I'm mean,
today you'll be supper for me."
"Away, away, away evil hawk,
you'll never catch up with me.
I'm fast for my size,
I'm agile and wise,
I'll not be dinner you'll see."
"Hide, hide, hide little toad,
fine vision was granted to me.
You'll not get away,
though try as you may,
I see you there under that tree."
"Try, try, try evil hawk,
a hole I have found so I'm free.
I'm smarter than you,
this refuge will do,
today I'm so glad to be me!"
the sun setting in the west
a rainbow after a storm
the forest at dawn
the starry heavens
your child's eyes
daddy's blue sweater
momma's warm smile
the pink of the flamingo
the mane of the lion
the neck of the giraffe
the geese in flight
the words of a psalmist
the wisdom of the king
the beauty of a prayer
the sermon on the mount
"With eyes opened wide we can see so much,
but will we ever learn?
There's more to sight than what we can touch;
the Spirit - who can discern?"
She cries out into the stillness of the night:
"Why is this happening to ME?"
"Why are you hurting ME?"
"Why won't you leave ME alone?"
Her words float on the air, ascending upward,
then fall to the ground gently, as flakes of snow;
frozen tears from Heaven.
"Is anyone listening? Does anyone care?"
The heart grows cold, numb. Darkness beckons.
"Oh, just to sleep and never wake up!"
The constant pain. The ever-present need for
resolution, for closure.
But like an evil bird that refuses to return to the nest,
forsaking her own, so too relief keeps fleeing.
The noises in her head - a cacophony of confusion!
Unrelenting, unbearable, when will it end?
A Voice in the darkness, low and sweet, calling to her, beckoning her.
"Child, do you not know that you are loved?
Are you not aware that I hold your existence in the palm of my hand?
Like a butterfly you are to me.
Your broken wing; shall I not show pity?
I WILL heal your pain, I WILL nurtu
Deep in the stillness,
I wander but a ghost thru mists of shadow & sanguine ..
And the trees bathe in the mystique of Night’s serenade
Covet thee my love immortal,
for we are hunters of a dream untamed;
poetry bleeding into the abyss ...
Candle whispers drink a sky of wine, unto where I sojourn —
in the caress of your lips, and ache of darkest Moon
— Arthur Crow © 2013
colors of your dreamsif you have no choice but to accept that this world is real, would you be able do anything to fill it with the colors of your dreams?
God Always Comes Through
Sometimes we live through a horrible experience
It's not easy to wrestle with personal demons
In our impatience we do things we shouldn't do
But even then, in the end, God always came through
The things we hate, those things we do
The things we'd like to do, those we can't do
If Paul the apostle went through it, so will you
But even then, in the end, God always came through
When we misaligned our minds from the will of the divine
Sin seeped through to seduce with promises of good times
Promises we paid a heavy price believing they'd be true
But even then, in the end, God always came through
Whether your affliction is violence, sex, or drugs
An unlisted addiction or all of the above
And though you feel that this is all there is for you
Remember that in the end, God will always come through
It's not because you deserve it or He owes it to you
Not because of your talents or the work that you do
It's because He really loves you and His promise to you
Is that in end, He will always co
Breakthrough The Cycle (Poem)
As the heart aches the mouth profanes
To habits and addictions we've become enslaved
Our frustrations increase as our sin remains
Yet in our strength no progress can be obtained
Only when we are so broken, it's Him we start seeking
The one whom in our suffering has been silently weeping
His words never ceased as He has always been speaking
We ignore that voice that has been internally preaching
He sends out His faithful to testify of a love so great
It is not in His nature to forsake and let you fade away
He is determined to bring you back to that wonderful place
That in your search to fill your heart, you lost the way
Now you sit in worry, pain, and sorrow
Hoping for that miracle, a new tomorrow
Consuming all that will help you numb it all and let you forget
But your own strength only brings a new day with more regrets
Look into the depths of your heart
Remember that even you, He has set apart
From your side He hasn't chosen to depart
Take it now, seize it, and accept to restart
I'm not looking for sobs, I'm not looking for tears
I'm praying that you'd want to transform the rest of your years
That you'd make that decision that would deliver you from all of your fears
And that all the confusion in your mind would be finally cleared
It's been so long, but I'm still here
Praying and believing that you'll let God near
That one day I'd wake up to the sound of music in my ear
Hearing your voice worship, singing, how Jesus changed your life after so many years
I'd often ask my self Why is this so important?
Why not give up the hope and just ignore it?
Why feel discouraged when I hear you're still exploring?
Frustrated when I see your so close to exploding
I realized it's not because I'm still tied down to you
Not because I can't forget the time I spent with you
It's not because my heart still belongs to you
It's simply because I may have never found Him myself, if it weren't for you
You're beautiful, you're gorgeous, yes that's all true
But what does it matter, when
Sapphire CastlesLavished in celestial streams of rich azure,
her voice weaves thru star-systems with song
Depthless eyes fabled in mystery furnish worlds,
as conquests of time fold into silence...
She is the mystique of the cosmos 'elixir immortale,
embalming the wilderness of dreams
O'er a thousand skies captive in the fever of her ocean;
my breath anchors, where a life-time of souls drown
in brushed whispers of candle flame
Kingdoms of passion unveil in ethereal tides,
as the sun traces her finger tips over my skin
Burning in Pleiadian mythology I reach into vistas
of indigo towards the lips of a Goddess
Unto sapphire castles I sail, adrift in rhythms of euphoria
Evermore I feast in rivers of mysticism;
lucid galaxies undress upon the tip of my tongue
Flame of her kiss Heaven's supernova, where my soul
shall be slain & made into the perfume of eternity
Hues of gold chase the shadows in my veins..
Artisans of destiny paint the odyssey of gossamer winds,
blushing like desert am
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tear
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
The First Kiss.Their hands linked,
over the blanket of orange grass.
Afraid to blink,
as if the moment'd disappear in a flash.
He leaned close,
his fingers brushing her chestnut locks.
She held the rose,
he'd once given to her at the docks.
He stroked her cheek
and she closed her eyes.
So, next to the creek
and under the open skies;
he touched her lips with his own.
It was the only bliss,
they'd ever known.
Their first kiss.
Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrow
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow
Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced
Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to lose all of your hope
Just promise me that you will try to never mope
Child of Newtown
The last time I saw you; your face, etched forever in my memory.
Those eyes, so wise, and yet loving. Your laugh, yes that laugh,
how can I ever forget! The memories we shared of good times
(sure, there were tough times too), frolicking in the wood, dancing
in the sand together, always together. You and me, me and you, living and
loving, sharing the best of times.
Will I see you again? Will we sing together again? Your favorite songs,
I know them all, word for word. I could sing them in my sleep, or recite your
favorite stories with one hand tied behind my back. Eating ice cream with you on a warm
summer night; the very best of times! My favorite was vanilla, yours rocky road.
Watching your favorite cartoon with you on Saturday morning; precious! Oh how I miss
you my child, my dear, sweet child. My heart is broken, forever numb.
"Come back to me, please come back."
"Awaken, my child, for the world is brand new.
The birds sing a song, their song is for YOU.
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