There’s a small place in my heart
For my first love!
You where lost to me
When we were young
And yet
My feelings are as strong
As on that day when we first met
You’re the one
I’ll never forget
My first love
With your love for life
Your infectious smile
Your cheeky grin
Your deep blue eyes
Your pure, pale skin
Your golden hair
Made my heart melt
Whenever you were near,
If only things had turned out right
But the diagnosis meant you had a fight
At so young an age
Try as you might
You were never meant to win
Fate can be so very cruel
But you’d flash that cheeky grin
You pushed me away
It hurt at the time
Now I know it was for the best
You didn’t want me
To share in your test
As I write these words I know
If you were with me now
The outcome may have not been the same
But I know one thing that will never change
Within my heart still burns your flame
So rest in peace my dear first love
Please know I bear no ill will
Always know my first love
I loved you then, I love you now
And I know I always will

George L. Ellison

ã 23/08/2009

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I sit on the sofa, holding a mug
Then there’s a nose under my elbow
Of the dog that I love
He pleads with sad eyes
As he snuggles in tight
So I give him a hug and
Settle in for the night
My heart rate slows down
As I stroke his coat
Then I hear a deep sigh
Coming from his throat
At peace with ourselves
As night it draws nigh
Then his head it rests, on my thigh
In for the duration,
However long that may be
Settled, comfortably enjoying
Each other’s company!

George L. Ellison

ã 30/01/2010

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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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Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
that you open my eyes
so that I may see
the righteous path
thou has set for me.
Heal my heart
and mend my soul.
Help me to play
my servant role.

Lord Jesus Christ,
let me feel
thy precious, holy spirit
from head to heel.
Lead me through the paths
of which I may go.
Please, Lord, you lead the way
so that I may follow.

Lord Jesus Christ,
send blessings from above,
and send peace through my household
by sending the holy dove.
Guide me through this world
and keep sin from me away,
so I may better serve you
through each and everyday.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I ask you once again
to forgive me for my sins
ans deliver me from pain.
I love you,God, my father,
and still can’t understand why
that you took the place of THIS sinner
and bore the cross to die.

Lord Jesus Christ,
help me to understand
that I am here for a reason
and that’s why you made me who I am.
Chastise me, Oh loving God,
when you feel the time is right,
and when I’ve lost my way back home
shine me a heavenly light.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
to search my heart thoroughly
as I give you the key.
I end this prayer with love
and tears streaming down my face.
Lord, thank you for the cross,
and your sweet Amazing Grace.

Amen.

Written by: Miranda Patterson (A.K.A Heart 4 Poetry)
December 30,2009.

Author Notes: These are my true feelings about my Lord God and Saviour, and if you have not met him yet, now is the right time. Call upon his name and he shall surley answer thee. Although I am in my teenage years, I know that what I feel is real and you can feel it too if you just Call upon his name.
God Bless you!

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If women rule the world
There will be no pride
Love will have a meaning
And men will have a guide

If women rule the world
There will be no ego
Humanity will have a meaning
And men will learn to let go

If women rule the world
There will be no greed
Virtue will have a meaning
And men will meet their need

If women rule the world
There will be no arms
Harmony will have a meaning
And men will raise no alarms

If women rule the world
There will be no terror
Peace will have a meaning
And men will have nothing to fear

If women rule the world
There will be no disaster
Life will have a meaning
And men will coexist with nature

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Why do we ponder for things unknown? why do we worry of people that are gone,witches and warlocks and psychic’s galore think they have answer’s but still are unsure.
if your heart seek’s answer’s and your mind’s eye is mess, think in your own spirit for things you request.
seek not of other’s for answer’s too thine on path for only you can evolve from the life of your past,
each time to become stuck with worry and fate, remember that you alone can open the next gate.
life is full of constant trials and things unknown in time you shall move past what you are unsure give life a moment to settle it’s dust and look inside your own spirit to find what you trust.
do not pay other’s or seek there advice for your path is seperate of others you pass even though we walk the same ground and earth as we go never lose faith that your road is no more,you shall perservere in this world i know with love. worry’s and kindness and trouble’s galore. peace be in your heart always with care peace be mine to all the world to share.

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the living benefit from the dead, the dead cannot benefit from the living.

life for life, we suffer endlessly

predator and prey, living the gruesome existence every day.

death for deth, it only leads to decay.

fight the death is futile, we all die.

fight to live is thriving, we must keep the light.

give to give, get what’s left and do what’s right.

be aware of things in the night.

never give up and never give in

to victimize is to sin.

eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

be the best we can be and surrender to the truth.

to live the lie is wear and give the hangman’s noose.

let the flower grow, let the child thrive.

to suffer is to die, to flourish is to be alive.

give in to the shine, say, “yes it is mine”.

give in to the night that is true, do not fall for the false light.

wisdom is the ageless treasure, curing the blight.

be the children lyf or deth, blakk or whyt.

the children of the almighty’s might.

sometimes the weakest is what is right.

peace, love and eternal life.

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Sail On
“Fair winds and calm seas”
A sailor’s lament
A bon voyage to shipmates
Who went
To a place of peace
And heavenly content.
All earthly chores
Fulfilled and complete
Now able to rest
In peaceful sleep.
Thomas Fenning
Saturday, August 01, 2009

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Oh my children can’t you see what you have done
When will you see the path you are on will destroy everyone
Have you closed your eyes to all around you
Do you not see that we will loose not only the past and present but the future too
The earth cries out to me with all the suffering and destruction you have done
I feel the pain and anguish and still the cries go on
The lakes and rivers and mountains weep at the loss
You say it’s done in the name of progress but my children look at the cost
I beg you all to step back and change the path you are on
Save all of my children before all are gone
Walk on the ground I gave to all of you
Feel the scent, sound, and spirit of all living things around you
Change the course the world is headed for
Make a stand and make the suffering and destruction be no more
Like a loving mother I will always be here to help you
Look deep in your heart and know that all I say is true
Save all my children from the suffering and pain
Bring back harmony and peace to the world again

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I feel the the dew
from the fresh cut
grass beneath my
bare feet. The
sweet, alluring scent
of the blossoming
trees catches my
attention as the warm,
peaceful breeze wraps
me in comfort. I
find myself wondering
in a bed of flowers and
just in the middle stands
a delicate, red rose.
The divine beauty stands
as if it is about to speak
for itself. I awaken to
a beautiful spring morning
and walk outside to the
flower garden. Just in the
midst of the garden
Stands a beautiful, red rose.

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