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Misc. and Poems that Fit Elsewhere
What's left...
“Great Friend”
Great green grass of greatness,
I gasp to grip the gaunt form of green,
such greatness, greenness, such gallivanting,
gripping the edges of ghastly, grim ghosts.
Roses of red rich in righteous vigor,
revolving my religious resolve,
resuscitating my rare beating red heart,
reassessing my reason for resolving resentment
Blue balloon filled beyond,
beyond the blank barriers of blasted boredom,
blanket this boy born of brine,
blanket his beating bearer of bearing.
Glimmering gems, glaring gloating ghosts,
getting gripped by golden grandeur,
gasping, gripping, grasping,
such a great ghost of greatness past.
Alas, such ailing ailments caused from alienation,
ale and alms never appease the apprehension,
assess my apocalypse and anger, alleviate my ailment,
by the awesome, awe-inspiring, accolade only you can apply
“Forgotten forest”
Final findings in this forgotten forest,
forever for me,
frozen freezing pain,
forevermore foamy future.
My flesh chills,
the chilling chills
that children
in the choking darkness challenge.
My blood boils,
but bitterly brings
and soon my blood
brings it’s brandy beat to a stop
dreary darkness draws near,
drastic drooping of my head,
dangerous damnation, a danger no more,
deep down I now decide I’m dead.
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Love Again, and Decisions
‰ÛÏShort 1‰Û*
You are the reason I smile,
and you are the reason I put my heart on trial,
When I‰Ûªm mad or sad whose number do I wish to dial?
‰ÛÏLost and Found‰Û*
My dreams of late,
teach me lessons of love,
and show my cursed fate,
yet I‰Ûªll fly like a dove,
Love lost and Found,
Where is it lost?
Where is it found?
Ah, what else will it cost?
‰ÛÏShort 2‰Û*
On this wonderful fine day,
I think I‰Ûªll find the words to say,
How much you mean to me,
Well maybe, I guess we‰Ûªll see.
‰ÛÏShort 3‰Û*
Late night lying awake,
wish my dreams would come true,
For my own sake,
since they‰Ûªre all of you.
‰ÛÏTo each his own‰Û*
Prescribed a choice,
of life with merry,
or life with fortune,
I can not help but tarry,
before I decide.
To the right a life,
full of troubles,
but they will not, cannot phase,
and my joy more than doubles,
in all my days
But to the left the wealth,
of rooms full of gold,
everything‰Ûªs free and bought,
I‰Ûªd be able to buy for her everything sold,
Anything she wants in her heart.
Left, or right
Is right right or is right wrong?
If right‰Ûªs wrong, then left‰Ûªs right,
Where do I belong?
I think I‰Ûªll just go away,
and leave the choice for another day.
‰ÛÏFirst joy‰Û*
A smile reaches across my face,
the first since my last disgrace,
it s past all boundaries,
as if I hear the bells of Heaven‰Ûªs dowries,
I lose myself in the joy,
I again am a happy boy!
‰ÛÏPeace‰Û*
I feel a peace fill my soul,
feeding my heart and making me whole,
separating all my pain,
helping me become sane.
The beautiful rainbow overhead,
fulfills the promise God said,
making my spirit soar,
and mending all the pieces I tore.
Ah, I can finally see the sun,
ahead of me is only for fun,
the first I‰Ûªve felt in years,
Ending all my silly fears.
‰ÛÏRunning Love‰Û*
I look at you,
and fill with awe,
and try to close my eyes,
to hide it.
but there in my hiding,
I see you still,
running through my mind,
you never stop, and I hope never will.
‰ÛÏDay in, day out‰Û*
From the time I wake,
I think of you,
falling for the amazing is a mistake,
because all I can think of is you.
I never understand,
what I‰Ûªm thinking,
oh you‰Ûªre so grand,
you‰Ûªre all I‰Ûªm ever dreaming.
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For God
''My prayer''
Heavenly Father,
Of lord of all time,
guide the path sunder,
and guard me along,
with your holy angels,
Take me down the path,
you paved,
thought it's with thorns of roses,
whose scent entices,
though it's sight frightens,
Guide my worthless hands, oh Lord,
and take them through the motions,
that must be done,
and bar them from,
Hell's door.
Oh Lord, the great,
Keep my feet planted and grounded,
my eyes steadfastly turned on you,
and my mind the same,
and keep me aloft that stormy sea,
The world beckons oh lord,
but keep it's evil calls away,
and never more let me go astray,
When Satan attacks again,
I'll remain in the eternal struggle.
The struggle may strangle,
but with you by my side,
what doulst I fear?
with the maker of fire and thunder,
Why should I break into tear?
HO lord hear my cries,
for only thou know my heart, my joy,
and only you may make them again whole,
so bless my life and take it,
for no longer may it be mine, but instead may it be yours
Oh lord help,
with decisions I must make,
that will influence so many,
What ever shall I do?
Ah, I must, I guess, I leave them to you.....
Crime and Punishment
By Andy Stahl
As I traveled through the land,
and as I trudged through the desert sand,
and squeeze through the trees in the forest,
the crimes committed make my heart the sorest,
We've let you get away,
on the streets you may stay,
Even though you've killed,
and you're skilled,
at drug dealing,
and you continue stealing,
You think you won't pay,
but I just have to say,
when you see Him,
You will regret what you did to them.
You will be in prison,
A life time of prison,
In prison for eternity,
Mentally, physically, or spiritually.
You will reap what you sow,
Then you will know,
He was watching you and them,
Watching you was him,
His mercy is great,
Yet you shouldn't have done that on any date,
The crime takes part of you,
There's no one to blame or sue,
Except one; you.
Looking for a key?
In Eternal prison you will see.
Except by then it's to late.
Should've been better to your mate,
Money from your big scheme,
at you will laugh and scream,
My, my, my,
Why did you die in such a manner?
Was it you face on that banner?
Stating, 'Was Spotted...'
''How'' You ask?
You say you wore a mask?
God can see through the disguise,
makes no difference your size,
And though I can't spec-u-late,
How his mercy is great,
Down the path of wrong you'll earn a wooden cent,
Go down the right path child; repent.
Then you will realize what his sacrifice meant.
"Old Violin"
A story that I have oft been told,
about an auction of some poor man's home,
how each good was quickly sold,
and the last item pulled from the foam,
A crusty violin.
The old crusty violin was held,
and the crowd all stood to leave,
And the pain of rejection swelled,
yet he asked how much he'd receive,
For the rusty violin.
Can anyone afford,
a dollar or more,
for this violin so memory laden.
It's seen so much,
and been through more,
please don't go through the door,
Won't you listen to me?
This is a treasure you see,
worth far more than what you offer.
A voice spoke up,
and came to the front,
at once it seemed the crowd woke up,
as the man held it taunt,
And readied the dusty violin.
He twisted each string,
and held up the bow,
and that violin began to sing,
such beautiful music never heard below,
Came from that musty violin.
Can anyone afford,
a thousand dollars or more,
for this violin that's so masterfully played, and
It may have seen so much
and been through more,
But the master has tuned it,
Won't you listen to me?
This is a treasure you see,
A masters hand has touched it.
And the room erupted,
with yelling and shouting,
no matter the offer, some one upped,
All because of the Masters playing,
Of that old violin.
We all are that old tool,
being sold cheap as slaves to sin,
But once we surrender to the masters rule,
No price will ever win,
we've been touched by the masters hand.
The master's blood,
washed and rinshed that violin,
as he washes us with his flood,
and cleases us from sin.
No longer a villian.
Each drop paid ,
and cured our lives of disaster,
As the violin played,
By the Master.
No longer a villian
Can anyone afford,
a drop of blood or more?,
for this villain so sorrow laden.
I've seen so much,
and been through more,
please come through my heart's door,
I am a treasure you see,
Because of the master's great offer.
"Cry"
How many times,
do we fall upon our knees,
lost and cold,
afraid to be.
How many times,
do we cry ourselves to sleep,
and lose our self entirely,
and just go ahead and weep
REFRAIN
Cry, Cry it all away,
Little child of mine,
Let the tears roll down your cheek,
I'll swipe them all away,
Just cry, Let the pain flow,
Cry my child, and let it go,
My shoulder is here,
and My arms,
open wide.
How many times,
do we lose our way,
Get so lost, so confused,
And forget what to say.
How many times,
Do we hate what we see,
Thinking it'd be better,
to someone else be.
REFRAIN
OH and How many times,
do I send you a gift of love
and you don‰Ûªt see it,
and I have to take it back above.
And tell me How many times ,
Do I reach out to you,
only to have you turn away,
my love for you is always true
OH I Cry, Cry each and everyday,
For the little child of mine,
The tears of blood,
streamed down my cheek,
To sweep your sin away,
When I cry, the pain I feel,
So you could cry, and let it go,
My shoulders are here,
And my arms,
Open wide
Can I ever let it fully go,the burdens that i bore,through all these struggled years,and IÕll iÕve lived for.My hardened heart softened,and my stubborness left,And my strength was so weak,as my heart was taken so deft.Why, and where abouts so,Did you take away my pain,and make me fall so in love,ItÕs leaving me insane.
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