We live in a world that’s full of distrust and hate and worry that bound’s most of us,we share not! our feeling’s for fear of dispair we keep our secrets with none to share.
we have grown for century’s with out growing near pondering and wondering is this why they sell beer?
getting drunk can be some kind of fun ! but life isn’t that scarey if you live for fun! live for now and tomorrow and again live! life for you! and the fun! that’s within.
take time to slow down and follow your heart listening to other’s way’s will just break your heart, make your own choices and decide for yourself cause in the end your life is top shelf! follow your dream’s! and listen to your heart and when everyone else is gone you still have a part of thing’s that have come and thing;s that have went..but when true to your! heart then. your time was well spent let the little worrys just pass you on by, and watch in the heaven’s and the clouds that float by.
for love in your! heart can only save space for your true kindness and loving grace, never let’s others control your inner heart and then you will find peace and shall never part.
listen to that little child within and share your love from end to end for we only live once and that’s all we got! but how we live life is what were about.
live for thine self and life for the best! when you are tired take a nice long rest.
waking up to a new day is just devine… for who know’s what you may find?
look at that smiling face you have dear and hold onto love in your heart and the mirror. live out your life this is your quest! to love thy own self tis always the best.

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In this world we are in a hurry always to ponder and alway’s to worry, living slow and some living fast leaving behind thing’s that are passed follwing not! and following still.
our world or worry it is so filled, not taking time to rest avast but slowly wearing down our ass.
not carefully exploring abode,but working fast to break the code, we all in such a rush! never early for the bus. running and running for day’s on end and never spending time with a freind.
slow down a minute i must say, for life’s about learning how to play! learning about who we are why were here? and just how far? can we go in this path we exist! or is it? that our life is a myth? do we think we are just here? or what is the purpose we hold dear.
take just a minute in this day and time and listen now to my little ryme for life is full! of wonder’s galore and more than just walking in and out of door’s meeting a friend is always the best ! and shareing love in someone’s midst. taking time to share who you are while walking about or riding in a car . take time! to share your expereinces and time and enjoy the little things that are so devine.
take just a moment it won;t cost you much! to find new life amoungst all of us!
take a minute and this! i swear you could find true happiness and a freind to share.

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There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal

It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with me once more
The dear essence
Touch and travel together
A perfect surface of my being
Awaken that kernel of Light in me
And to hold
Dear lord I beg
For just one moment
Myself a full risen sun
Before a new night
And the dawn
Of yet
Another
Unknowing

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The Pace of life can be so fast
Tight schedules can make one gasp
So given the chance I let the pores exude
The feeling of utter solitude
To take time out, let my thoughts just fly
Allow the day to pass me by
To go at my pace just for once
Ease my soul and let my thoughts bounce

Around my head they bob and weave
As all around me I perceive
The rustling leaves the trickling stream
The scented air and the sunlit scene
To look around the woodland glade
As the trials of life are allowed to fade
To think of nought but what I see
A falling leaf, a quivering tree

Many years ago it was all like this
We had the time we were at peace
But all that changed with this new age
Time sped up with each turning page
I yearn to be in yesterday
It now seems oh so far away
When we all had time for everyone
And looked forward to the rising sun

To set a pace we’d all enjoy
Each man and woman, girl and boy
To love thy neighbour as thyself
To lend a hand not keep to oneself
But the wheel of life rolls on and on
As we all head for the setting sun
So I take my chances so I don’t miss
My times of solitude and bliss

G. L. Ellison

ã 06/11/1995

This poem was written in the style of Graeme Edges’ “Dream” from the LP of the Moody Blues On the Threshold of a Dream I hope you like it!

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Have you ever looked
deep into a sad child’s eyes or
have you ever stopped to listen
the their sad and lonley cries.
Most people refuse to believe it
although it is quite true,
that many children need mercy today
as many also need you.
So many children are beaten
and living in despair,
cause we don’t ever realize that
they need someone to care.
So many families are starving,
and often wondering why
that we don’t stop to help them
and continue on with our own lives.
So many fatherless children
who will never understand
why they have no precious daddy
or the strength of a loving father’s hand.
So many homeless people
living on the street
while we’re kept warm and cozy
and have plenty to eat.
This world is very greedy
and we should all understand
that we could be a sad, beaten child,
homeless and hungry family,
or a child all grown up to be a fatherless man.
Today someone may be reaching
out to take your hand
hoping that you’ll care for them
and that you’ll understand.
Don’t ever pass up a moment
when you got a hand to lend,
because someone out there may need you
and later you may need them.

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Underneath the pain
In a Country by your side
Underneath the suffering
That so many sleep to hide

Underneath the tremors
There’s no Mother for a child
Underneath the rubble
Is what’s left of broken smiles

Underneath the bridge
Is a man without a home
Underneath the moonlight
There’s a child who cries alone

Underneath the remnants
Children played without a fear
Underneath the blanket
An infant clings to life so dear

Underneath the tragedy
It’s up to us to make a start
Underneath the grief
A chance to unbreak someones heart

Underneath the dreams
That were shattered in a glance
Underneath the ruins
Is help to build a second chance

Underneath the sun
Where lovers long to sail away
Underneath the gray sky
A child survives another day

Underneath disaster
Is a longing to reach out
Underneath this calling
Desire burns through all self doubt

JCM 1/2010

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Mysterious Rose, so fragile
your thorns
Let me comfort you softly
Hold you safe from the storm

So soulful your petals
So gently you rise
Most beautiful woman
With brown Angel eyes

Mysterious Rose, so caring
your soul
Let me feel you beside me,
so I can be whole

So real is your beauty
So caring your heart
Wanting you so badly
Tears me apart

Mysterious Rose, so fragile
your thorns
Let me hold you forever
Away from the storms

Just open your petals
Show me your heart
We’ll sail into horizons
Until death us do part

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Things needed:

1. person (you or someone in need of a smile)

1/2 cup of love from the heart.

2. heaping loads of Joy and gladness

1. pinch of care

2. cups of laughter

What to do:

Mix together The two cups of laughter with the heaps of joy and gladness. Stir constantly to make sure that the smile will be true and not a “pain cover-up.” Sprinkle in the pinch of care and add with it the 1/2 cup of love as you continue to stir. Gently pour in a cup made from only the finest happiness around. For extra effect, add a spoonful of hugs and kisses (if desired). Sip or have someone else sip the potion slowly. If the first cup is a little weak, take another dose.
Now you should have a smile on your face and a fresh start today. Take a dose of smile each day if you wish to feel this way forever.   

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The dark is too bright
and I’m falling awake.
My pencil won’t write
and this paper is fake.
This cactus is soft
and my fur coat is rough.
I love doing homework
and can’t get enough.
I hate to win
and love to lose.
I hate exciting games
and love boring news.
Spiders are my friends,
butterflies, my foes.
I know it all sounds strange,
but that is how it goes.

Authors note:

This is just a little bit of imagination and creativity to give you a quick smile for your day. A smile is a good medicine that you should take daily in order to go about your day feeling refreshed and ready for anything. You can find out more in my next peice ” Recipe for a Smile”

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Sweet morning time comes
and awakens the ever shining star.
The sun peeks through my window.
“Arise…Arise…” he says.
I cover my face.
“Arise….Arise…” he repeats.
“I’ll arise when I feel like it!” I answer.
I continue to waste away
the glorious day.
Then, before I know it,
the sun looks away.
“Goodnight.” he says.
He disappears and I am
left alone, wide awake, with no light
but the deathly pale moon.
“Sleep…sleep…close your eyes
and sleep…” and he chants a
lonely poem…..

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