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Thank you, ajos
7 Responses to “Welcome!”
April 28th, 2005 at 9:32 am
Your work comes straight from your soul dear ajos.. and is beautiful, just like you! Best of luck with your venture here..There are good things coming your way!
Freedom always makes a trade There always is a price that’s paid Lives and dreams are sacrificed For other lives and dreams, a price A prison of my own I make In my sleep or when I wake Recalling giving up a love For little ones and God above He paid in full the price for me He died himself to set me free Yet I fail to return the favor Remembering freedom’s tempting flavor Of course, again the joke’s on me As trades are made no longer free No matter who or what I choose Myself or God, freedom I lose Not counting blessings, eternal gains Heavenly choirs,nor grave of flames Living without you today Feels like trading freedom for chains
May 11th, 2005 at 9:59 pm
May 5, 2005
What good is beauty if none behold it?
What good is work if others destroy it?
What good are words if no one listens?
What good is love when my heart stiffens?
What good is heaven when you’re on Earth?
What good is life after birth?
Tell me these things and you may know
All the passion my heart may grow
But don’t waste time placating me
Time alone is not enough to Be…
More than wasted hours wanting
More than lovers faces haunting
More than living Earthly glories
More than old one’s faded stories
More than hoping for the end
More than chasing after wind
More than coping with the storms
More than keeping up with chores
Give me something real to touch
Give me love that I can clutch
Give me strength and hope of heart
Give me patience in the dark
Take me to that Holy place
Beyond what I can see
Take me to a place of Grace
Where I can dwell with thee
June 27th, 2006 at 2:06 am
A note from my journal yesterday…
Famous poets long are read after they are gone
Where do all the writers go when all their hope is gone
Deep within their recessed minds where peace and solace flow
Twisted in a sea of doubts and fear and pain and woe
There they pluck with well skilled fingers each thought and word and rhyme
And place them in iambic pentameter or some cool rhythmic time
They try to find just the right word, just the right place, just the right picture
Just enough grace
In riddles or word pictures they paint their thoughts so well
Baring their very souls, a world of stories to tell
But all the writer finds in his or her infinite quest
Is a mirror reflecting back to them a clearer picture at best.
site admin Says:
July 3rd, 2006 at 8:32 pm
Thank you for the journal entry.. it is well received and it is wonderful to hear your “voice” again. I miss your prolific nature.
Please leave us more of your mind!