Music has always gotten me through life, particularly honest, real music.
Journey Through Life
Life is a journey, all people partake, one
step at a time, with decisions to make
We will have choices for right or for wrong,
in the journey through life, as we travel along
Sometimes there's strife, it's part of the
journey we take through this life
Our God has a plan, it's truly His way
God's spirit will guide us, each step,
God Has Always Loved Me
GOD HAS ALWAYS LOVED ME
I love God for He has always loved me
Long before I took my first breath.
I’ll make my misjudgments and suffer their cost
Till it’s time to join Him after death.
No one loves and forgives us more than God
When we choose to repent and faithfully follow.
We must always seek His wisdom and love
So our actions are less selfish and shallow.
I pray night and day and thank God for life
And His Divine blessings I no way deserve.
I thank Him for family and all I love
By how I respond, disciple and serve.
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As You Go Through Life
Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind
And look for the virtue behind them.
For the cloudiest night has a hint of light
Somewhere in its shadows hiding;
It is better by far to hunt for a star,
Than the spots on the sun abiding.
The current of life runs ever away
To the bosom of God’s great ocean.
Don’t set your force ‘gainst the river’s course
And think to alter its motion.
Don’t waste a curse on the universe –
Remember it lived before you.
Don’t butt at the storm with your puny form,
But bend and let it go o’er you.
The world will never adjust itself
To suit your whims to the letter.
Some things must go wrong your whole life long,
And the sooner you know it the better.
It is folly to fight with the Infinite,
And go under at last in the wrestle;
The wiser man shapes into God’s plan
As water shapes into a vessel.
Dance Through Life
Dance through life with me
Because I want to dance with you
When One has given up One's life
When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Cataract.
Hop Through Life
The wind blew it there!
But hope to the end and,
Hop through life like the grasshopper.
Jones, bones, stones, cones, tones, pones, hones, zones, ones, phones;
But, hop through life like the grasshopper.
Time has shown how the boisterous life runs from bad to worse
What a tragic accident the human history faced?
Forefathers abandon their fruitful cultivation and the new generation too not so eager to hold the bare lands.
A tree grows silently and gives the shade
But they cut the branches and make swords & shields.
Human create the war, injustice, oppression and suffering.
But the time has shown them the hideous life runs from bad to worse.
* St.Patrick's day, I got a deep breath into my patchy lungs while thinking of the fraud which plays in the mischievous life.
Love Sonnet 26 As we walk through life's many thoroughfares,
As we walk through life's many thoroughfares,
We soon find paths so rough, some traveled well,
While one stranger ignores, another cares,
Some foes flee, some friends from our graces fell;
One mystery is where the road would lead,
And wonder who awaits at journey's end,
Which of the turns is best where to proceed,
And if to some place else, it would extend;
We walk with hearts so stout, but legs so frail,
In countless slips, but rising from them all,
If in our very dreams, we often fail,
We hitch to hopes ethereal our call;
.....Should destiny hold nothing afterwards,
.....The trip itself should merit due regards.
Have You Ever Walked Through Life
Have you ever walked through life
thinking you will never find the one
searching every day for the one
that would make your day
your life your world complete
Have you ever felt so lonely
that it seems your life is bare
not being able to share
your laughter your joy
Have you ever pondered
for hours on end if you
would find your mister right
the one man in your life
you love with all your heart
Have you ever been so sad
as to think it would never be
to find the one that shares
your life for all eternity
Then there he stands
your mister right
you think is this a dream
you touch then find
to your surprise
He's become your reality
It Has Always Been A Struggle
it has always been a struggle.
time is a thread
connecting two strange bridges
and balances in order not to fall
to the abyss
it is always a question of
how i touch love with love
i carry love and the one i touch
does not recognize the warmth of my
it looks at me as though i am a stranger from a very far land
i am always broken and sometimes i wish to have the hands of Midas
not the kind that makes everything gold
i want to have the snake hairs and the gaze that can make those who do not see love in me
turn into stones.
it has always been a struggle and when the shadow of death comes with his sickle
i will speak no word at all
and gladly shall i go with it
it is my wish for now.
That Has Always Been a Dream
Why are you playing dodgeball?
In the middle of traffic on the highway?
You 'must' have a death wish?
'I'm seeking immediated feedback.
Plus I'm testing the hearts of my fellowmen,
To prove my wellbeing is their priority!
But don't distract me.
My partner is behind you.
And getting ready to throw me the ball.
I tagged him out!
I told him he had no chance to win.
Why didn't you follow.
And remove yourself out of harm's way?
'And lose my advantage?
I'm up by three points.'
I thought you were testing the hearts of your fellowmen?
But if I win this game,
I'll also gain the sound of applause.
And that has always been a dream I wish to fulfill.
And I am 'thisclose' to achieving it.'
They Struggle Through Life
They struggle through life as they battle with stress
Those born and raised at an unfashionable address
It is a long hike to success and renown
For those who are born at the poor side of town.
Their parents in jail for serious crime
And they become hardened criminals before their life's prime
Homeless in their early teens life hardened and street wise
The wounded eagle from the ground cannot rise.
They are the poor souls on whom drug dealers prey
And from Poverty Street it does seem a long way
To the road to success from the pit of despair
From the poor side of town success stories are rare.
Like their parents of success they stand little chance
They are the poor victims of bad circumstance
Their sense of self esteem is damaged beyond repair
And you cannot tell me that all in life is fair.
Sisters's Wedding Poem From Your Little Sister
My Sister Has Always Been In My Life
Right From The Start
Now She’s About To Become Darren’s Wife
Because She Loves Him From The Bottom Of Her Heart
Having A Sister Is The Best Thing In The Ever
We Can Never Be Broken Apart, No Never
Having A Sister Is Not Just A Trend
Because I Know She Is My Bestest Freind
Sometimes We May Get Mad
Or Begin To Fight
But That’s The Fun Part About Having A Sister
We Both Think That We’re Always Right
Now You Are Getting Married Zo
You’re Life Will Soon Be Complete
But I Will Still Come To You
Whenever I Feel Defeat
But Here’s My Chance
To Thank You For All You’ve Done
Because In My Book
You’ll Always Be Number One
To Me You Are An Angel In Disguise
You Are Happy, Intelligent And Wise
If I Had One Wish It Would Surely Be
To Give As Much To You As You’ve Given To Me
Thank You Zo, My Sister, My Freind
My Thanks To You Has No End
Through Our Ups And Downs
This Much Is True:
You’re A Sister, My Sister
And I Will Always Love You!
Johnny Cash has always been larger than life.
Life's Only Real Mystery
Life's only real mystery-the only one I can not impart,
Is the remembrance of thee in mine own fragile heart!
Persistence not lacking though, far it is from such,
Cursed be my heart, as I long for thee so very much!
Many a day has passed since our life's tragedy-
Now, besmirched have I been, with a life-long malady!
Naught is able to lessen my heart's immense pain,
Save for one thing perhaps-my family, back again!
The 'why' of it all I shall never quite understand,
I only endeavor to provide for what my heart commands!
Strength is drawn from God, in His 'higher place',
Attempt I do, all of this pain, to erase!
Serve it must, a far higher purpose than is now known,
As is, sure now as ever, I go not into this torment alone!
Maurice Harris,26 July 2008
Life Is A Real Addiction
Out of love
I can take tricks and schemes
But from the beautiful faces
I won't take lies..
When she says ‘' I want to die ‘'
in this world this is a great lie
in heart every one likes to live
no matter in what conditions,
this is the quirky charm of life
none can deny
suicide is not normal
it is abnormal mental condition
it is forced upon
and exceptional one
the beauties of life lie not only on possessions
or in physical comforts
beauties of life lie even in thoughts
in seeing, in listening, in feeling
life produces a mysterious music
out of whatever is the flute..
even if you are not in the position
to enjoy the mysterious music of life
still you can dance with the tune.
so stop tell a lie ‘' I want to die ‘'
keep dancing with tune of life..
lets the wind blow
the rain to come down
and see in wonder how nice is the rainbow! !
the faces of men and women
relatives and friends
such a infectious
you can not avoid seeing
life is a real addiction!
Virgin In The Storm
She is the Virgin in the Storm,
the new calf
in the middle of the lion hunt,
the only person in Hell
who doesn't belong there.
She is the white chalk outline
at the murder scene,
the six heart pile-up on the freeway
where she walks away unharmed.
She's the girl who brought a book
to the party.
Yet, she is not cynical
has no scars
walks through life
She is the girl who loves me
taught me how push back every storm;
stop chalk line murders;
practice heart safety,
to read books at book parties.
from dark places,
look evil in the eye
neither to cringe
nor strike out,
keep my courage up;
not wring the life out of Now
for fear of Yesterday
I lay down with her each night
and absorb all this in the
her hand in my hand
'If' she said
'You are hit with a purple shaft
in the heart
take it out
and see if there is someone close by
you can help.
If your luck is bad
for the good luck
will be the sweeter more.
life is long
if your tolerance is short;
extend your self' she said
'across this universe
will unfold for you.'
This was her gift
and that was
her comfort in living
taking what came her way
and absorbed all things
and the good.
simply have a talent
a talent for living.
For My Father
Reaching upward as I never believed
I could do, not within this moment-
Searching for life’s meaning, heaven sent and
Written across the stone of some unfamiliar despondent
Figure from my past-
Was an invitation for me to follow in your footsteps –
Much less you, my own father who passed away years ago
I can almost hear you calling my name aloud as I
Search for relief from all of the pain-
My stone is waiting and patiently standing- in my dying breath- as
I climb this stairway towards hell- I say-
Father you were a good man with such a zest for life although
Only evil people with no conscience
Burn in hell’s brush fire
In your eyes and mine likewise death is hell
In itself- in our eyes life has always been a challenge,
Life is indeed a gift- while death is a rude awakening-
Perhaps if I climb this ladder I am tenuously holding onto-
I will find you once again when I reach the top-
I remember being your one and only,
As I remember you to be a godsend –
Reaching upward is reaching outward to
Embrace the most gentle, loving and
The most gallant man- in all due respect-
Meeting you face to face once more
Would erase the pain of loss I feel and
In my heart, mind and spirit-
Loss is none but hell and reuniting with you
Will give us both a second chance at life –
- Let hell’s fire burn-if not for just this moment-
It shall light the candle I hold in my hand
Blazing a path before me- until we meet once more-
Much less to be held in your arms-
The heaven of both of our dreams come true-
Love puts out all malevolent fires-as would a fountain of youth or
A cleansing shower- let fondest memories of the good times
We shared turn the hell of death to
A warm rebirth – no matter where that light shall guide us-
That place shall be our one and only heaven-
Hope: The Beautiful Promise Of Tomorrow
The little old man
with a crooked back
and a kind yet wistful smile
gazes out at the shimmering ocean
beckoning to him in the distance.
Lost in thought
days gone by,
and a girl with a pretty smile.
"Ah, to be young again, "
he thinks to himself.
Youth is wasted on the young,
as the old saying goes.
He has no regrets.
The mistakes he made
taught him well,
still his heart aches
and at times
he is lonely.
He misses his sweet Maria
with an intensity
that sometimes awakens him
in the night.
She was his muse
and his joy
and his love.
His beautiful wife
gone six years now
(My, how the time seems to fly) .
But, she was NOT his life,
yet she played quite a starring role.
A good distinction,
the man has always thought,
is that life should be shared
but never overtaken
the little old man's reminiscing
by a tiny little sparrow
but yet brave
with his little broken wing.
The sparrow takes a little hop
along the glistening sand
and looks up with curiosity
at the little old man.
"Friend, I know how you feel, "
the man whispers with a conspiratorial wink.
Truth be told, sometimes the man
has been broken in spirit
and broken in his grief.
a tenacious, persevering will
helped the man fight on.
his frail body
was starting to feel broken,
as age took its usual toll.
(He was approaching age 90,
it is important to note) .
The little old man felt an affinity
for the little sparrow with his little broken wing,
and it brought a second smile
to the man's weathered face.
The sparrow brightened his day
and reminded him to never give up.
Slowly, the man's gaze slide up the horizon.
A sunset was starting
to pierce the sky.
"Where had the day gone? "
the man wondered.
A hint of a beautiful, stunning pink timidly peaked
across the horizon.
The spectacular sight
of the blossoming sunset
caused a hope to spring anew
into the little old man's heart.
Every day is a gift.
There is the UNKNOWN PROMISE of tomorrow.
Beauty can shine her brightest
even in the darkest hours.
Thus, whistling a cheerful tune,
(one I think anyone could recall) ,
the little old man shuffled off
with hopeful expectation
of a light brighter than any dawn
and the beautiful promise of tomorrow.
Can you feel the music,
As it calms your soul,
Music helps to keep us
on our feet.
Music is surely the soul
that connects within us all,
Nourishing and comforting us.
The beauty of soft melody
playing helps to relax our
mind and body and our
Variety of different music helps
us all to decide which rhythm our
soul wants for today.
Music helps us to blossom,
The same way as flowers
like a good tune or a sweet
Without music life would
have no nourishment to help
move us along,
life would feel dull.
Music fills the emptiness in
Spreading that joyful feeling.
Music has a way to always chase
away those dark clouds,
When feeling gloomy and sad,
Turn on that favorite song.
Music has come along way through
Nothing could never take away
the magic of music.