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In hopes he’ll listen to my words of a world grown cold

This is not a prayer to save our souls, rather plea to believe

Our hearts are still lined with gold.

Man has no qualms of being heartless but he also has none to

LOVE…

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Must we be scared to dive from the cliff just cause death may present??

Must we hold ourselves stagnant cause one left us cold??

Should we breathe only cause its required not because its worth it??

Should we love only cause its whats we are supposed to do??

Should we die cause one wouldn’t let us live??

Alas we should fight for our chance at life!!!

Alas we steal back our hearts from those who have stolen it!!!

Alas we rejoice for we are meant to live with love and happiness!!!

Everlasting….

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My sons were born some years ago…

they swelled my pride and filled my soul

now their mother hates me…this I know

I used to be a daddy once…

They are smart and they are strong

I hope they understand that I was wrong

the name I’ve shamed…they carry on…

I used to be a daddy once…

Because of lust…I’ve a broken home

my heart is pained…I’m sooo alone

I cling to hope and clutch the phone…

I used to be a daddy once…

So listen fathers to my words so blue..

to your wife…your love be true…

dont let my story happen to you…

I used to be a daddy once…

to the one who nursed my joys…

my perfect kids…my loving boys..

who unknowingly killed me with feindish ploys…

I used to be a daddy once…

So hug your kids and hug them tight

thank your maker you’re there tonite

but because of anger…I lost that right…

I used to be a daddy once…

Now if only I could reverse the clock…

I’d be a better man…on this take stock

into sunsets with my kids …I would walk…

I used to be a daddy once….

So listen now and listen well….

forgive me mother…I’m here in hell

so learn this story..these words do tell…

I used to be a daddy once…

To be with my boys…hear me mother…

I’d be a good dad…a faithful lover..

to be true to my family…to want no other…

Just to be their daddy once…

I know my faults..please understand..

My spirit was weak..I’m just a man

to be with my boys…is my greatest plan…

Let me be their daddy once…

I cling to hope…I clutch at straws

I know my rights…I hate the laws..

so hear me now…please take pause…

I used to be their daddy once….

this is my story…of my wounded pride…

I’ve exposed my fear…it will not hide..

I was wrong…there is no side….

I used to be their daddy once…

Mike Laures – 2007

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A sorry young man seeking advice
stopped for answers at a house of christ.
No..god doesnt see me anymore
frozen in fear …his hand on the door.

He turned on his heel and started walking away
the pastor stopped him and to him did say
” dont be afraid brother…in faith you can depend”
God has your answer and he is your friend.

The pastor I followed into this place
hoping for answers, seeking his grace.
he lead me to the back and offered a seat
your answers are here son…what do you seek?

“Pastor” I told him, ” I no longer believe”
“No worries my son, Faith can still be achieved”
“Does god still see me? Am i still loved?”
” Your father still loves you…believe in above”

“My life is so empty…I feel alone”
“God is the way…the path will be shown”
“Can this be true…can this be right?”
“Believe in our father…look to his light”

I fell to my knees and started to pray,
Looking for the answers to show me the way…
“God please forgive me, My faith it was shaken”
“Set me on the right way…on this path i have taken”

Now i am waiting…the results of my fate…
The lord whispered back..” You are forgiven…I’ve wiped clean your slate.”
I started to sob…I started to cry.
The lord has forgiven me and I still dont know why.

He whispered again ” Dont fear son ,I know you are lost”
“But to save you my child, my son died on a cross.”
Thank you my lord…for healing my soul,
My spirit was empty, my heart took the toll.

Gone now are all of my sorrows of late…
“My son you are welcome…I wiped clean your slate.”

Mike Laures…2007

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Glory and the smell of lightning
And I, my mouth full of salt
Gazing on the polished stone
Of a silk-purple draped palace

Pleading at the threshold
No heed for the crystal sphere
Already emptied from pockets
Stomach starving from fear

The already delivered cry
“Lord have mercy on me!”
A sound not heard from hell
But a lonely heart’s mourning

Warmed by a breeze of breath
Becoming known in knowing
Commingled but never confused
Many by grace one, yet many

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Engulfed and inflamed,
exciting and new.

Closer in proximity,
intimately I could see,
as you drew near to me.

A picnic in the grass,
feelings beyond & surpassed.

Longed and felt you near me,
now I feel a fear in me.

Overwhelmed by this fear,
not knowing when it appeared.

Feeling it creep upon my heart,
heavily laden to this day’s start.

Innocently you kissed me,
and held me so dear to you.

Now why is it today I feel to fear you?
Scared by love or someone knowing me at this proximity?

Always alone I was,
now how do I live with trust?

I will pray to let it go and give this time,
not to rewind or question my own mind.

Fears consume me now,
but I pray for them to leave me this day.

As fast as they arrived,
let them subside,
go away.

Let them pass away in the windy hollows of the trees,
which so gracefully we laid below and stared upon,
in this distant backdrop of unspoken thoughts.

Let the fears flee from us,
let me know in you I can trust.

My longing to know you and care for you
outweighs the overwhelming fears.
So stay with me my dear,
don’t let me push you away from me.

If in time we can see this through,
our lives will start anew.

Written September 16, 2010

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When I think about you
Sun starts blazing…
Moon starts gazing…
Stars start jazzing…

When I think about you
Some thoughts come by & by…
My heart joys…
My heart cries…

When I think about you
Wind starts to blow…
Time passes slow…
My heart fills with sorrow….

When I think about you
Some thoughts take me high…
Some feelings turn me sigh…
Some reminiscences make me gay…

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