We thought
We were gladiators by far,
Yet bringer’s of gentle raptures and gestures.
Explorers untaught,
We were the watchers to pillow feathers in flight
We were the mouth shapers when bubbles and balloons popped!
We knew too much about nothing
We slewed our dragons with imagination
And left talons to their peace
Ah yes,
Remembering those feathers in flight
Feathered gestures, free flying geese!
We were the harmless
Until eager grew within us,
And we forgot about the softness of feathers
When they taught us about gentle presence!
We were gladiators by far,
Though unafraid to let our enemies live –
Amongst the bubbles and balloons,
Somehow we knew, that somehow too soon 
Winds that always and often blew
Would drift what was, away …
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The Lords Bell Ringer

Dearest Heart,
You are a champion!
God’s parting gift at birth,
Tucked securely, and blanketed in love,
An expanding travel case for our worth..
An experiences, and deeds to lay before Him
When we leave this Earth.
You beat the drum to an infinite army
Blockading the enemies of our minds,
At times, when emotionally blind
We think we can out smart the infantry.
You are The Lords bell ringer
The ordain postmaster of prayers,
Many a bright, sunny day, soul singer,
An unmasked musketeer from all of our layers.
You mirror everything that we feel in great detail
Retaining what surely could be your demise..
But even a postmaster’ receives personal mail,
An ‘on the contrary’ surprise!
Sweet cotton candy on our carnival ride
You stick with us in our finest hour,
And when we fall to pieces, you remain by our side..
A soldier, in a field, in a rain shower.
You are the cathedral of our very soul
Tabernacle of our inner voice,
Heart, the kite that flies to our old,
A starburst when we make the right choice!
You are known all over the world as care
Walking amongst catastrophic feelings,
Talking to us about fixing despair
And about how every bless-ed heartbeat..
Is a seedling!
You always ring the bell faithfully
When we achieve our unknown purpose,
Without you, we would become lost, gradually,
And fade to the inner of darkness!


Thank you so very much for reading my poems!

Be safe in the world!

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All in The Name of Everyone

Dear Jesus,
Not much has changed since you left this Earth
The sun still shines in your honor
Moonbeams light the meaning of your name across the sky.
I’ve learned to read heavenly
By following shooting stars with the naked eye
The glory that I read, always makes me cry.
Babies still laugh away our tears
Tears still fall with the passing of loved ones dying,
No one really understands
But everyone is trying.
We’re all growing a Garden of Eden
Though failing miserably,
Because the hardest thing to grow
Seems to be harmony.
We are all growing older in this falling rain
Life is getting colder in each other’s pain.
We have forgotten to smell the roses
Jesus, as you know
We have become the thorns.
Quick to automatically hate
And toting guns to protect ourselves ..
From each other.
Jesus, we’re tired
What will become of us?
What will become our outcome?
We can’t sleep,
We can’t dream,
All in the name of everyone.


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The Plague!

Dear Someone Forgot to love me,
Hear me oh Lord in Heaven’
‘For you know me well’!
Deemed, un fit, un-dipped, in the light of number 7
I am the coming of Hell …
The assumption created by lies
Wearing tell tale signs of “God forbid”
And all the makings of dark gray skies!
Truth be known, on any given living day ..
Oh Lord, I would drastically, be in the way!
I am ..
The other side of a story that is never heard
The after effect of a thrown bottle against a wall
Drip drying in the hypocrisies of the spoken word
In a skid row atmosphere being kicked into a corner, small!
The thumb sucking rumor that grew to horrendous
Prayed to be held in containment by bon fires out of control!
I am the guilty preposterous phantom, lingering in the guiltless
I have been quoted “ferociously, inadequately, null”!!
The optimal disgust being wished away
Ignored by self righteousness ignorance
Never to be independently considered in good condition
I am the look the other way
Purposely concocted
Yet I am a reminder, a repercussion, of  same actions on display!
Allow me to at least, make you feel satisfied, glorified,
For it is me, the outcast, who is The Plague!
Written for all living souls who are looked down upon by society.
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