Hope

Tears

Tears

Looking out my window
As the icicles hung from the roof,

The sun melted the water from them
And as each drop fell to the ground,

I remembered the tears that fell from my eyes
Every time we fought and you went away

The drops from the icicles froze
once the sun went away

Never to fall again;
Unlike the tears which still fall from my eyes

Because you went away with the sun
Never to return

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Backyard Fences

Backyard Fences

you want to plan a murder ?
your mind is racing
its the cause for religion
in certain circles running

Light of illumination
who gets the getaway car ?
running through loop holes
in vested portals,

the glamour girl with big florescent eyes
a vast mirage to the never world
the whole host of togetherness
yet we still barter for socks

a derision of a laundry basket filled
toilet paper down to the final roll
we clasp our hands then long to amuse
outside we see the backyard fence

broken bottles line the vast expanse of its decorum
the conclaves of caged barbaric remnants ensue
what has become of the earth
what has become of her pale sister

let us bask in the vast array of logical persuasion
come to the inner realization that you are light
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
the varnished creatures are all in search of blood

taunting through the exploits all alone
yet searching for a new way to discover
its the in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts reality
society has lost its way in the night

sounds of laughter once filtered through the air
today we are left with a toast of sullen brevity
time will tell when the water will boil
a challenge to be free is a question of time

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Reflection

Reflection

A rarity indeed,
 Certainly a strange expression this day in June
 The sun breathes light upon the opened patio
 A sunset, awe inspiring, halts me in progress

 I reflect, stare, gaze in quiet contemplation
 Peace befalls me, calms me, envelops me
 In my mind's eye I see memories,
 Special times shared

 Pink flows to purple
 This time, this place slowly fading
 Please don't go. But, alas, I know you must
 it sets

 Turning inward,
 Sadness
 Choices, decisions all done and finished have led me here,
 Here to this place of reflection

 Old times gone, right and wrong have led me here,
 Here to this place of reflection
 Certainly a strange expression this day in June
 A rarity indeed  
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Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ

Awake
a pause to meditate on the pay
a humble need to bow the knee to pray
you came to open our hearts
to turn us from Satan onto God

that we may have forgiveness of sin
and inheritance among us
which is sanctified by faith that is in him
Lord, you drew a line in the sand
parting way for the accusers to prevent her from being stoned
picked up the cross on the way to Golgotha

taught us from the sermon of the mount
feeding of the five thousand
you rose again & then appeared to your chosen one's
Jesus...Jesus...Jesus your the lover of our soul
you come take control
come with healing in your hand

Father forgive them for we know not what they do
he said the prayer now the rest is up to you.
you provided sight to the blind
cast out demons to that troubled man
when will we ever live to understand

Come fill our hearts with your dear love
sent by your angels from the hand of God
shelter us with your rich message of hope
Give us your peace that passes all understanding
blood stained crown upon your head
you were risen from the dead

you were with Satan in the desert alone
cast thyself down he said but you never relented
Lord Jesus be with us today
show all of us the way to heaven we pray

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Ride Like The Wind

Ride Like The Wind

breath deep
look at the sky
can you see the images passing you by
we are living on the edge
its going to my head
sitting up at night
all alone in bed
following the rainbow to the sky
I see a vision of you pass me by

breath deep & let it out again
won't you help me my faithful friend
ride like the wind
through the breeze
going to knock you to you knees
when I was young making love was for fun
now I'm older now
no use when your hand is on the plow

shouts of joy maybe some laughing gas
no one in this life gets by on any free pass
it used to mean something to fall in love
now today those thoughts get swept under the rug
I think I need a big hug
break it down one last time
do you remember when you were broke
down to your last thin dime
today I'm just doing time
locked inside no where to hide
going to ride like the wind and just glide

memories are made with lovers to appease
strength in the numbers is your noble deed
go tell it to a tomb stone when you all alone
like a dog without its bone
a plate of fish is my favorite dish
sorry that I missed
the purple passion in the smile of your eyes
does this waiting quest come at a big surprise

say loddie doddie we like to party
my girlfriend left me for glossed over ivy
eye candy get me a sip of your Brandy
nothing fancy got this party in a fix
sorry that I missed
see ya on the flip side cheese
gonna knock boots and socks down to your knees
start spreading the disease going live as you please
these are desolate times
yet we settle for ill but faded rhymes
let's look above to the heavenly love
soon all this will be kicked underneath the rug.

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The Power of Touch

The Power of Touch

Have you ever thought about a simple touch,
How it can say a little or mean so much,
Reaching, searching, night or day,
Caring, loving or just to play

Looking for acceptance and a chance to be free
Will you let me in ?

Will you let me be me ?
Will you share with me, my joy and pain ?

Together in touch we both will gain
The energy tingles the senses, then becoming aware

A trusting comfort that you really care
Feel my spirit touch your inner peace

Together in emotion feeling safe to release
Spirits touching, sharing and embracing here

Welcome laughing, loving and flowing tears
Feel the warmth, and set your spirit free

Take your time, find the comfort;
You have touched me.

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Welcome To The Grand Illusion

Welcome To The Grand Illusion

where are we have we gotten lost ?
hands, eyes & face

deep inside were all the same
a chance to rearrange in the membrane

no one holds the door open for you anymore
it's the invisible lie of 1964

don't you believe in videos or a salesman giving something to sell
we are all just dust in the wind now where do I even begin

eyes with spots darkened moustache
people with tombstones in their heads

in the confusion of the day give solace to pray
carry your head held high

they will put you in a padded room soon you goon
living helpless in your cocoon

a breath of fresh air doesn't anyone really care
you'll be gone in a New York minute

love not the world neither anything in the world
the world, the lust of the flesh & the pride of life disappears

wisdom is the principle thing therefore gain wisdom
in all thy getting gain understanding

it's the changing of the times
there are lines being drawn in the sand

hopefully all will live to understand
there's really everything inside we have nothing to hide

you built these walls upon social media no surprise
with what we do today will be evident to all eternity

people on the streets turning heads as we speak
with what you perceive as truth may not be a reality

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Sunday Evening in June, London, 2017

Sunday Evening in June, London, 2017

By JFarrell

 

The cats wearily open an eye as I walk by,

Too tired, too hot,

To see if I come armed with a bag of sweets;

The chirps and tweets of birds;

Sparrows, tits, pigeons, gulls,

As they nestle in for the night.

The sky is a light blue-gray,

And the deep violet clouds are edged with an orange hue.

Just a single plane in the vastness of the sky.

The light breeze is very pleasant

Getting under my shirt and up my sleeves

A very welcome coolness.

 

Peaceful.

I wish it could stay like this forever;

In peace;

But, with the morrow

Will come the aftermath of last week’s tragedy,

Hopefully lessened in tension and anger, if not grief;

And who can foretell what else

Tomorrow or the days after may bring.

 

Though I know it can’t last forever

I still wish peace for London and the World

In the hope that one day it might.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

dreams

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Don’t Listen to Them

Don’t Listen to Them

By Jfarrell

 

Don’t listen to them;

Anyone who tells you “You can’t”;

Don’t listen;

Believe in yourself.

 

You CAN be anything you wanna be

Do ANYTHING you wanna do

You gotta work at it; you can’t snap your fingers and ‘pow’

But, believe in yourself

 

Learn, practice - everything IS achievable

By you; because you want to, you choose to;

It’s when you start believing “You can’t” that you’re stuffed

So believe in yourself

 

There is nothing that can’t be done;

We haven’t found a way to do everything,

Maybe you’ll find the answer and build our first time machine

Or teach the child who will cure cancer

Believe in yourself; I believe in You

 

:-)

 

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the power of belief