The birth….

I was born of nothing, and nothing ever was.
I think if there was nothing, we wouldn’t have a cause.
The dreams they came from no where, a funny place to be.
I think I heard it coming, that sunny bumble bee.

I dream of things that could have been, and dream of things I could have seen.
What dreams, what mixed up thoughts, of times gone by and nothing!
And nothing happened with a bang!
A flash of light and then a blast, I flew into the sky so fast.

And now I’m on a journey, a journey to somewhere.
I wonder where I’m going, and when I will get there.
The time flies by as we go fast, I think we’re looking at the past.
My dreams are gone, I think we’re here; we’ve travelled through the stratosphere.

Sometimes we try to understand, and what we see is in our hand.
The darkness gone, the light is here, as we travel through the stratosphere.
There is no god, there’s only light, and you can’t see him in the night.
There’s something else that we can’t see, I think it is a bumble bee.

With darkness gone the light will shine, if only we could see through time.
I know it’s god I know he’s here as we travel through the stratosphere…..

The birth of the sun….

Into the darkness of the night I’m sure I saw a different light.
It shone so bright, it lit the tree, where I saw the bumble bee.
Into the universe was born, a light that shone into the morn.

It started from deep within; you could have heard them drop a pin.
The light was born, the time was now, they never had a sacred cow.
Into the darkness came the light it shone out brightly in the night.
It danced, it jumped, it sang with glee, cause it was happy to be free.

Without the light, what would we see, would we see the bumble bee.
We need the light to shine so bright, and light our way throughout the night.
We don’t want to be in the dark, we can’t go playing in the park….

The birth of a child….

A child is born into the light, a saviour of the people’s rights.
Who knows the message that he brings, and the secret of the ring.

The new messiah cometh here from far outside the stratosphere.
Into the world the saviour born he comes without his crown of thorns.

He comes because we cannot see, not because of bumble bees.
He has message that he brings, of things, of things, and things and things..

The Fallen Angel

She fell from heaven in the night, oh isn’t she a pretty sight.
Her lips are red, her eyes blue, her crown of light comes shining through.
Was she pushed, or did she fall and did she slam against the wall.

She’s lost from heaven all alone, I wonder if she’ll make it home.
There’s something she can feel inside, there’s something from the other side.
It fills her troubled heart with fear, because she thinks it’s coming here.

There is a message sent from hell, she came down here for all to tell.
You know the message, it won’t be long, don’t let them sing the sacred song.
I won’t sing. It won’t be me; I won’t kill the bumble bee.

If you had thought you’d get away, and come back on another day.
Well think again the time is near, it’s only in another year.
Don’t be scared, and don’t you cry, cause maybe this is just lie…..

Broken heart….

I gave my love as people do; you took my love I gave to you.
I said I’d love her for all time, I wonder if that is a crime.
The years they came, the years they went, I always thought
that they were meant.
You broke my heart, I don’t know why, I never understood the lie.

When darkness falls into the night, I cannot see the fading light.
I wander here, I wander there, my heart is sad when you’re not there.
The light within my heart grows dim, and I know I’ll never win.

I’m lost just now, I don’t know why; I wonder if she’ll ever cry.
I think about her all the time, but now I feel I’m doing fine.
She broke my heart, she doesn’t care, and people only come to stare.
She trapped my heart, it’s in tree, I wish It was the bumble bee.
They say that love will be for ever, but never, never, never, never……..

The Fire bird of Satan

Satan’s sole is trapped with chains, heavens let him out again.
He came up here to claim your sole, and he brought with him the plagues of old.
The signs are out there that he’s back, I heard a rumour he brought Jack.

The wings are pierced, the chains are tight, oh this is a ferocious sight.
To let him go would be sin; his evil friends are closing in.
It won’t take much to set him free, but he might kill the bumble bee.

Although some of you don’t believe, the fate of life is with the bee.
If he escapes, and he gets free, I know he’ll kill the bumble bee.
So if you see him in the dark, don’t go playing in the park.
Go away and hide somewhere, and never let him know your there.

A time of change is on its way, were going to see a different day.
It’s coming soon, it will be fine, there’s going to be a change in time.
Look at stars to see the sign; it’s coming from the depths of time.
If only we could understand there’s going to be a change in man…

Loss of faith…

I told your story from the start, the world and heaven far apart.
They say that we all look for love, we seek it out from up above.
I looked up to the stars above, to see if I could see your love.

We worship him, who’s up above; we worship him we look for love.
You think it’s real, I think it’s not, but no one seems to care a lot.
We need his love, we don’t know why; the story often makes us cry.

The story never told of bees, the bees that sleep amongst the trees.
It always spoke of you and me, but never of the bumble bees.
We wonder if he’s coming back, the man of glory with the ark.
He said he will, but I’m not sure, he promised to look at the poor.

If you believe and you’re not mad, don’t you think that this is sad?
A story that is in book, a story that has been mistook……….

She cannot see..

She cannot see, she is not blind, the eyes she had, were so kind.
Often she will dream of love, the type that comes from up above.
She’s lonely now, she’s in the dark, she’s slowly walking in the park.

She wears the rag so they don’t stare, and they can’t see her walking there.
It’s always night, it’s always dark and she’s walking in the park.
She’s lonely now, she’s in the park, she’s slowly walking in the dark.

She dreams of light, and dreams of day, and dreams of where she used to play.
She wants to be, she wants to see, she wants to see a bumble bee.
If we could give her back her sight and take her from the lonely night.

If only we could understand, the power that is in our hands.
To help someone, who cannot see, and maybe even set them free!
Her voice is silent in the night, it might be cause she’s lost her sight.
She’s lonely now, she’s in the dark, she’s slowly walking in the park.
She’s lonely now she’s in the park, she’s slowly walking in the dark…….

The flood….

The light shines out for all to see, the waters came, it wasn’t me!
The flood it happened in the sea, I think it was the bumble bee.
From where it came, I’ll never know, the waters flowed and flowed and flowed.

We had been warned, we had been told, the future of the world was sold.
We sometimes listen but do not hear, we think it is a time of fear.
He wasn’t happy, he was mad, the sea was tall and getting bad.
The waters deep and dark and blue, it only made me think of you.

We’re now alone, around us sea, the water rises above me.
The flowers gone, and I can see, the dying of a lonely tree.
If only we could understand, this is his place, this is his land.
He gave us life, he gave us hope, we wanted more than just a pope.
We never listen, we never care, it looks as if we’re going nowhere.
We’ve got to think, we got it wrong, we should have heard, the sacred song…

The golden moon….

The golden moon it shines its light, it shines upon the evening night.
The evening light it fades away, and closes out another day.
The light beams streak across the sky, I wonder if they’ll get me high.

The rosy lips, their coloured red, a kiss from them could make us dead.
The apple sits below the tree, it dropped from high and now it’s free.

It’s time to think, If you were free, would you sit under the apple tree.
The serpent snakes they sit and wait, you better watch and shut the gate.
As time goes by, you wait and see, in case we see the bumble bee!

The love gangster….

He broke her heart, he’s out to win, we all think that this is a sin.
He talks about, he walks about, he doesn’t care a jot about.
He never cared, he never will, as he walks smugly down the hill.

The ring of steel is round his heart, it’s always been there from the start.
He knows the game he plays it well, is it so easy for him to sell.
He walks through life without a care, he wonders why there’s no one there.

They love his eyes, they love his smile but they should run a hundred miles.
He won’t commit he never will, he’s always sitting on the hill.
He looks on down from up above and swears that he will share his love.

His hat is tall, his hat is smart, he uses it to break their heart.
He leads them in, he wins their love, and then he takes of like a dove.
If only they could see his wings, they’d go and look at other things.
I think I see, that he may be, the keeper of the bumble bee…..

The tree of life….

The tree of life, it cannot speak, but if it could, would it be weak.
It knows the story from the start, it is a tree, but has heart.
Its eyes are open, but can it see, the tree of life is watching me!

He watched the story, it did unfold, he kept the secret, and has not told.
We stitched his lips, and stitched his eyes, so he could not, tell a lie.
The tree it grows from underground it does not hear a single sound.
It reaches up into the lights, the tree of life it loves the night.

From far away the moon looks down, it shines it’s light upon the crown.
From deep within the serpent crawls, he tries to steal the secret haul.
Do we not care about the tree, it guards our life, it guards the key.
We should do more to save the tree, it gives out life for you and me
and also for the bumble bee……..

The rose….

She knows her name, she has my heart. She always had it from the start.
The symbol of a love forever, I always hope we’ll be together.

In time we got to know each other, it ended up that we were lovers.
We walked a road, we shared the space, it took us to a greater place.

And through the time we met as one the Rose, the symbol of our sons.
I need her more than words can say; it couldn’t be a different way.

We know each other like a book; our love has never been mistook.
She is for me, she is the key, she holds the secret of the bee.

I love her now, I loved her then, I’ll always love her as friend.
The time it comes, the times it goes, I wonder if she ever knows…

The bumble bee….

He seems to come, and then he goes, from here to there but
no one knows.
He has a queen, she has a nest, they tell me that it is the best.
He needs the sun, so he can fly, away from all the butterflies.
He travels here, he travels there, but we can’t see him anywhere.

He works so hard, you’d never know, but he is always on the go.
If not for him, we wouldn’t see the people that we want to be.
He works his magic in the sun, I wonder if he’s having fun.
He has a secret no one knows, he helps to make the flowers grow.

So if you see him, don’t do a thing, or he could hurt you with his sting.
He isn’t bad, he isn’t good; he just thinks he’s misunderstood.
Well let him live, give him a chance, and he will do his magic dance.

Around the flowers he will go, and he will put on quite a show.
Remember this, and don’t forget, the bumble bee has been sent.
Sent to help from up above, so don’t forget to give him love.
Maybe it’s that we can’t see the magic of the bumble bee.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at The Magic Bumble Bee.

Pearly pebbles blanket the shore in varied shades of gray

A lone loon calls for a mate just inside the bay

Pines greet the hazy sky,

Encouraged by the wind

We lay here thinking of our time,

Our reflections bare a grin

Starving our shallows in the feast of our treasures

The happiness may steal our time

But the time we cannot measure

Say anything, say anything

Because the sky sustains our gaze

Counting down,

Age, we will

May we remain within this endless maze

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Just Inside the Bay.

And starting the first chapter, of the second book;

and my life continues a new.

A new beginning continues the saga;

but change brings out a new birth of ever changing obstacles,

that without perseverance, my reality of past trials;

will bring me back to the first chapter from which there is no return.

I choose to prevail with successful ones,

and separate myself from the barely surviving.

This separation has allowed me the ability to comprehend my wrong’s

I used against my peers for internal gain.

Now, I have broken the chains that have once restrained me from true freedom.

My soul is no longer camouflaged with empty dreams of success

Without the first chapter, I have no foundation from which the second could exist.

I believe one’s destiny comes from the first chapters in life.

What is accomplished is totally depended on those choices that are made.

As I turn the pages, I look at what I have become.

I see the colorful wings of the butterfly, free from pain, but dripping from the rain

painting a beautiful picture on the pages of my life’s chapter’s.

Marcus Du Bois turner

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Life’s Chapter’s.

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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i hate you

your my bestfriend

i’m just saying it

i didn’t say anything

i said it all

your so pretty

what a fattie

i like your hair

Medusa wants it back

your so smart

what a blonde

don’t say that

i’m saying it first

i didn’t hear it

i totally heard it

i’m not lying

oh,yes i am

i didn’t mean to

totally meant to

aww i’m sorry

that’s what you get

i never said it

i told everyone

i promise

fingers crossed

what’s wrong?

yes, another rumor to tell..

it’s the same drama,

every girl’s involved in,

we’re bestfriends,for life

you lied, & now i’ve died

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at .

the other day it occured to me

its a terrible price for liberty.

its the soldiers who died without a fear..

leaving their families to shed all the tears.

the family that stands at the burial site

the loved one they bury in the day’s fading light.

carried home by brothers whose spirits now sag

they carry that coffin…draped with a flag.

One last tribute for the freedoms he’s won

the playing of taps and twentyone guns.

they know it can happen and there may come a day..

the ultimate price for freedom…they’re willing to pay.

defending our freedoms…these brothers in arms

they come from the cities and come from the farms.

their vision is blurred and eyes full of tears

dying too young but wise for their years.

dont be sad for them..instead raise your voice

they knew of the cost and still made the choice.

one last tribute for the freedoms they’ve won

the playing of taps and twentyone guns.

a crisp salute to family at the end of their life

the presenting of a flag to a mother or wife.

the sounds of the mourners sobbing and standing around

they are given their final peace and placed in the ground.

one more hero sent up at the end of this day

cometh the angels to take him away.

they died with dignity…they did not die in vain,

i hope you understand..let me explain.

ONE FINAL TRIBUTE FOR THE FREEDOMS THEY’VE WON

THE PLAYING OF TAPS AND TWENTY ONE GUNS.

Mike Laures-2007

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Twenty One Guns.

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

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at The Slate.

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1 quote 4 that!

‘Be Yourself’

I could write the many things i wish to say,

Here, now, just to enchant your mind

And then, to delete all i wrote, in the next day,

Just to show you that was nothing written yesterday,

And you was blind…

I could write the many things i like to do,

In quick phrases, to satisfy your curiosity, today,

But later, i will erase all the words i wrote you,

And all you’ll see will be a clear background, gray…

I could write a lot of words, describing myself,

Just to show how interesting person i can be,

But right after that i won’t say anything,

And i will leave and let u solve that mystery…

I could write u a collection of books with my life,

Just to show the beauty of Life,

But right after that, i will burn those books,

Cos the complex words are nothing to me,

But only the simplest ones,

Full of truth, cold as ice,

Will be those musical tones,

That i always wish to hear,

So, then, these ones are written but not deleted;

These truths, now, were stated.

@Th3Mirr0r

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