Often understood as a chase
But none is exceptional.
To take a walk,
To find out more and more
about the well-off of an alliance.
Though it is well known,
Marriages are made in heaven.

Beautiful looks,
Pleasant talks,
Delicious eateries,
Dusters the event,
Nevertheless, we all hunt for
Roots of an alliance.

New link traps,
Old links are reflected.
yet, best one for them,
Who cries to be humble,
Worst one for them,
Who fails to meet the test.

It is a big event in life.
For the couple,
It might be love at first sight.
For the alliances,
It might be a venture.

Often realized all chasing
Halts at heavenly call,
too many doors
Open and shut for an alliance,
Oh! Marriages are made in heaven.

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It's My Sweet Momma

Grief & Grieving
I heard her heart beating,
From there, inside her womb.
She loved me before anyone,
While I was in my first room.

She birthed me and held me
and rocked away my cries.
It was by her, I first knew love,
When I first looked into her eyes.

She raised me and reared me,
Taught me right from wrong.
And showed me, by her example,
How to be strong-woman strong.

She spanked me when needed,
For which I'm no worse for the wear.
She's guided me through trials,
Through sadness and though despair.

She's been my very best friend,
My teacher, and my biggest fan.
And she'll forever be my hero,
For all my remaining lifespan.

But now she's so very tired
And she longs to go Home.
Where she'll hurt never again
As through Heaven's streets, she'll roam.

For that, I'll be so grateful,
She's more than earned her reward.
As once she arrives in Heaven,
She will be fully healed and restored!

And I know this won't be the last time,
I'll see her beautiful face...
For one day, I'll join her,
In that Glorious Place!

But oh, sorrow until then,
My heart will surely be aching,
For it's not just anyone, you see,
It's My Sweet Momma, God's taking.



Author's Notes/Comments: 
I write with the ink of my soul and this has to be the easiest, yet, the absolute hardest poem I've ever written. Cry
I love you with all my heart and soul, Mom. <3
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Methodic Madness

Enslaving chains and wilderness pains 

are broken on healing heavenly domain 

plus graceful throne, envisioned. 


Method upholds this marauding madness 

aflicting us on earthly journeys through 

wounded wilderness, deadly disdain 

and frighful famine; distressing 

humankind and nature. 


Twisted minds and wicked souls  

torment humankind on this earthly  

journey through birth, life and death. 

Yet, we came with nothing; and with 

nothing, we depart to earth's dust.  


Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to 

hide this greatest reality from heaven's 

green pastures, meadows and 

river bed, unchained.  


We follow this river path to oceans 

lighted by divine mercy and unending 

salvation; healing broken hearts and 

bleeding, lost souls. 


Southern Gothic

Tales and Fables

I can't tell where I'm going

Don't know where I've been

But I feel I'm moving quickly

And I guess that's all there is


I've gone round in my head

Side to side within

Reason had too much sense

Foolishness left me behind

Walking to a dirt-road crossroad

Guess I'll say hello


Whiskey from the heavens

Daniels in my veins

Traveling to hell on that southern gothic train

Baptized my humanity in the river

Left my soul with the morning star

Guess I've lost it all


They say that those with nothing left

Have nothing left to lose

Well hell, I'm far past that

With no future, and no past

Don't mess with me, son

Or my face will be your last


Whiskey's long gone now

But the moon's still shining bright

And there's heaven to gain

But hell to pay

The brass is still warm

But I'm cold as the grave

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This I Know


Though I was born into sin

My Savior, He died

To bring me back home once again

And Heaven did shake

And the saints they did cry

For salvation of sinners and I


Now this I know

From the scars in His hands

That He died, with me on His mind

He died then He lived, and He rose up on high

The gifted eternal is mine


Now someday soon

The Bride and the Groom

Will join in the sweet by-and-by

The angels will sing

And the trumpets will sound

As we join our dear Savior in the sky

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First two verses and a chorus of a hymn, perhaps I'll return to it someday.

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Haqueian Verse


Reach heaven,

We must be good,

Do good,



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what  a peaceful thought.

Cant wait to be in a place with no societal pressures

Cant wait to see all those who passed away.  

Have so much to ask, so much to say, and cry.......

Maybe we can be a family in heaven

With no outside pressures maybe we could love each other

Maybe we could stand each other!

Maybe we can support each other

Maybe we can count on each other.




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Took her away


I came home to this big house
Been working 8 hours at the ranch
Just to found this empty house

I can't believe that she is gone
Life ain't faire sometimes
Why did God take her from me

Life was so good
A beautiful house, a good job
And the most beautiful wife

I pray every night
Asking the Lord to give her back
But he won't grant me that wish

She is probably angel by now
Cause a woman like her
Would take the best place in heaven

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If i had one wish

   if i had one wish         2015


if i had one wish i'd want to talk to you once more
to see you smile at me i'd know what life was for
and hear you whisper softly i'll know its not a game
i'll know what i'd wanna to hear and that would be my name
if i had one wish i would wanna hear about gods heaven
and have you tell me about all these streets of gold there paven
then i would tell you things i've never told a living soul
so when im feeling blue i will think of you and know
if i had one wish it would be an easy choice to make
i'd wish to hold you once again your death i then could take
all the pain from losing you would then just slip away
it will be a joyous reunion just to talk to you all day
you would say those four little words that i do so miss
for when i hear i love you dear ill know i had my wish




Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this poem cuz i was missing my parents hope you like it!!

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