The Prophet

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The Prophet

Men don't make themselves a Prophet

God does

Goodness or sin is not how he decides

It is the heart that God picks

It is the love that he sees in the heart

Only God can choose in

Who he finds the love

Who he gives the love

The tongue of the man tells lies

But the tongue of love 

Chosen by God

Speaks words

That God has chosen

To fulfill

Blind and death

Is the one who hears the words

Of this Prophecy

And see them 

Come true

Only believing the bad

You can hear them say

“Everything you said 

That was bad that would happen to me

Happened”

Did they listen

To the other words of love

They hardened their heart

To the words of love

They rejected the love

Because they loved for themselves

To fulfill themselves

They rejected the love of the man

Because they could see the love of the man was sin

So they loved greater sin

So they slaughtered the love of the man

The imperfect love

The best love a man can give

But the man was given words by God

They were greater than the sin

Greater than the self of two

The woman heard the words

She heard the prophecy

Not the love

Not the words of love

Not the love of man

She heard the bad things

Believed the bad things

So the bad things came to be

The profit spoke of love and life

God holds no child accountable for the love that made them

The woman heard the words

She kept on the path of destruction

Forsaking the love of man

The words came true

That one day she would understand

When she was truly alone

No matter how hard she tried

Everyone would desert her

Even those who longed to help her

Were turned away

At the end of all of them

She would face

The emptiness

Longing for the love

The love that 

She had known

The love that she 

Would long to share

Love is like a child

Lay youself down

It is sown inside of you

Gives you peace

Causes you pain

And gives birth 

To love

Listen to the words

Look into the eyes

Of Love

Love will open your blind eyes

Love will cause you to hear

The love speaking past the bad things 

That have come true

Listen to the prophecy of love

It has been there all the time

Living side by side 

With the words of doom

Love is a child

Waiting to be born

This child of love

Will come out of you

Listen to the Prophecy of love

You will never again

Be alone

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The Show Must Go On

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The Show Must Go On

It was a single thought

That threatened to shut the show down

The Road Show of Life and Love

When you started to care

About sharing love with someone who
Was confused themselves

Looking for power in love

Yes when you started to care

They started not to care

About how you felt

You gave them the power to
Feel safe to let their

Frustrations
Anxiety
Anger
Depression
Bad moods
Out on you

To lay passing responsibility
Of their lies and deception on you

You became unattractive
Because they could have you
You cared
So they almost stopped the show

Before that thought crossed your mind
The thought settled in
That you cared

They really wanted you to care
They worked to get you to care
And when you really cared

In their heart
The show started to shut down
The real love

Love that loves not for what you do
But Love that loves for who you are

For there is power in real love
But those who can’t see it

Can’t feel it
Long to have power

Over love

Power to use love
Power to let their
Mental sickness
Take advantage of
Abuse the love

That they cannot share
Because they were never
Given love as a child

All they understand
Is the way that they
Have seen

Love abusing love
Love using love
Love longing for power
Love loathing power

Love that hates to do 

What love is expected to do

Love that longs to control
Love that always feels to be expected to give
Love is to be controlled

Get yourself free of toxic love
Get over it

Don't let a love like that own you
Don’t long to own it

This kind of love understands
Being used and how to use love

This Blind and confused
Victim of a cruel childhood
Does not understand

That the power to be free

Is in real love

Love that loves because of love
Love that loves to love for a love that shares

The power to be free
This love

Now again inside of me

I don't care anymore
About understanding the cruelty
Of a disturbed mind

Blinded by their unwillingness

To let go
Of the power

Past 

Present

Future

Keeping them from love

I got my life back
I got my love back
Inside of me

To give to those who understand
The value and power

Of real love

Love set me free

The show must go on

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All My Energies

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All My Energies

A word of love
A word from God
The flow of energy
Toward love

Every thought
Every emotion
Every feeling
That flows through me

I will bring to bear
All the energy of my

Body
Mind
Emotions

On one thing

To forget the past
Breaking its power over me
As I look toward what lies ahead

Love

Love lies ahead of me
It gives me the power
To get strong again
To understand this love

Focuses the energy
That runs through me
Like the light of the sun

This light of love
Consumes all the darkness

All the sadness
All the loneliness
All the emptiness
Rejection
Bitterness
&
Pain

Overwhelming all that I am
Goodness
Comfort
Peace

Flooding the poisoned thoughts
That had filled my mind
With a river of love
Washing them away

I lost love
Then I found love
Love never went away
It was waiting to restore me

It was the gateway between
Forgetting the past
All my energies
And looking forward

Restoring me
Teaching me
How to love again
To live again

This love

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The Luck of the Irish

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The Luck of the Irish
Written on St. Patrick’s Day
For Gerald Thomas Organ

 It was a long hard winter of my life.
I was broken as a man.
My dreams were destroyed.
My hopes were lost.

  My grandfather, an Irishman,
died on St. Patrick’s Day.
He lived with death many days to make it to that day.
I never understood why until today.
I was only 16. 
It was 40 years ago.

Today my mother told me
that he used to say,
“If you make it to St. Patrick’s Day,
you made it through the winter.”

I was dead inside myself.

But he lived until this day to die
so that many years later in my life
his words would come to my ears
this year
so that I may understand
that he choose this day to die
so that I would chose this day
to live.

 It’s the luck of the Irish;
A dying man’s dream becomes
a broken man’s hope
to live.

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Wind Soul

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Wind Soul
Shani
(The Seventh Day)

Slow
The pendulum
Swinging between the extremes
Of your life

Control the pace
Of the Pendulum's swings
In everything you are

Emotion
Body
Mind
Spirit
Soul

Be at peace with life
Still your desire
Slow the pace
Of your endeavor

So that you may feel
The stilling of the
Ocean of life

The calm
Of the tides
Of reality

Feel the
Soul Wind
Of your life

So that you may see
In between the pendulum swings
Into the mirror
Of life

Clear your mind
So you can see
Past the flashing imagery
The screen of imagination

Be at peace with yourself
Make your mind
Thought free
Past the pace of your identity

So that you may hear
The sound of the
Wind through your soul

The soft flowing wind
That will lift the sails
In your mind

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