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praying

 

Bending knees can’t help him now

Been wrong too long the seal is broken now

The sky is melting the world is burning down

 

A praying fool with no way out.

I see the child; I hear them cry without sound

Bending knees, cannot help him now

 

The night has come, too late for praying now

Nor God or Angel will help him now.

I see the men; I hear him crying loud

 

Done seen too much, too late to turn back now

With blood stained lips I’ve seen him kiss the child

Bending knees, cannot help him now

 

The dark is light I’ve seen him hurt the child

I’ve seen the beast, you need to hear me now

I see the man; I hear him crying loud

 

The price is high, it’s time to pay it now

The noose is tight, so let it catch him now

A swinging man he went without a sound

Bending knees, cannot help him now

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Their transgressions, the others; those who followed the lying soul. Black as the icy night, he who has brought upon us these darken days.

With weeping eyes, the world watches, and we are pierced for their iniquities; with bitter pride, they march in lock step; all like sheep being led away.

The light has gone and the world buckles in the stormy night; weakened by their transgressions, each of us has turned to our own way, burdened by the iniquities of the others.

writers-block

 

Ways to overcoming writer’s block. Here are three sure-fire tips that will get you writing in no time. These tips for overcoming writers block will help get you back to writing easily and quickly. Having trouble writing is nothing new. I would venture to say that every writer at some point in his/her careers has had to face it.

  1. Tips for Overcoming Writer’s Block

I know there are many theories when it comes to this topic. Some do not even believe that there is such a thing while others believe the only way to beat it is to grind your way through it.

First off, let me say that in my opinion I believe that it is quite real, at least it was to me when I was going through it. As for the grind your way through it method, I do not believe it works. If the creative juices are not flowing, then they are not flow I do not see how forcing one’s self to stare at a blank screen is helping the process, but that’s just me.

I am more of a coax the process along kind of person. Sometimes the best thing you can do is to walk away, take a break from the project for a day or two if you can. I believe you try the simplest methods first and then you work from there.

There isn’t anything simpler then closing the laptop and taking a well-deserved break. Give your brain a rest and focus on other things for a day or two, then come back fresh and renewed. It is simple, but effective.

  1. End writer’s block Tip

Free writing if you are experiencing writer’s block you may think not being able to write is the problem, so how I am I going to write? Free writing is less about writing then it is about getting your creative juices flowing.

Throughout the years what I have learned is that usually writing is not the problem. The problem most likely is getting started. One way around the getting started problem is to free write. This is how it works; get a piece of paper and without filtering your thoughts write down the first words that comes to mind.

Make a list of 10 or 20 words and before you know, it the juices will be flowing again and you will be writing. I know it sounds simple, but it works.

  1. Guide for Overcoming Writer’s Block Tip

Take some time off and get some fresh air. Writing is a very solitary process and most writers spend a lot of time alone and in their own head. This can stifle the creative process.

Go outside, go visit with friends and family; forget about what you are working on for a little while. You will be amazed at the difference taking a little time off can make. These are just a few of the tips that worked for me hopefully they work for you.

The Rain 1

 

I remember standing in the rain watching you cry behind the glass helpless, powerless, I could only watch as the curtain fell and I was alone Cold and wet I stood on your front porch listening to the muffled cries Our night was over. The hours until I could see you again laid before me like cold black miles I had never felt so alone, so removed from the world, Separated from my only purpose, my reason for being

I thought of you crying, knotted into the fetal position on your bed I could almost see you there with your cherry blossoms cheeks and sad determined eyes whispering how one day we would run away and never come back how we would find some far away land and spend our days playing backgammon and making love I thought of you standing behind the foggy glass helpless, powerless, as the curtain fell

I thought of you as the rain suddenly stopped and the sky opened wide and black above me I thought of you as the clouds spread and the stars sprinkled the sky and the moon glowed like the sun so many rainy nights have come and gone and I think of us now so many years later standing together behind the glass watching as the silvery sheets of rain fall and gather into deep dark puddles near our home Then I hear the tea kettle whistling high and sharp calling from our kitchen and I hear your voice calling me for tea and I drop the curtain and go inside.

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Not Love

A deserving love,

She gave it freely

A fool, that could not see

Her wasted gift

Sacrificed by the indifference

That hide by his loving eyes

 

 

 

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ice melting

as time spins

days meld into and nights

evenings are monolithic blocks

heavy, dark times frozen

somewhere in the in between

 

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Get Up

I get up

because the need to get things done outweighs the need for sleep.

I get up

because my family depends on me and the world doesn’t owe me a thing

I get up

because I owe it to myself to achieve as much as I can achieve

I get up

because nothing in this life comes for free

I get up

because I want to become who I was destined to be

 

 

 

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grey-miles

I walk the gray miles

That lead me home

I have come so far, from so far

Marked, battered, and bruised by time

I stagger into the dimming light

And lay as still as an oak

My weary head on my mother’s lap

And listen to her rhythmic breathing

As she strokes my head and whispers

My son has come home.

 

 

 

 

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trump

 

 

The day after has come America, and now we know the type of country we are

A nation exposed for all to see,

A façade, of righteousness and moral fortitude

Sullied by the indignation of the ignorant and the arrogant

Bold and brash, stripping away the faint illusion of graciousness

The false proclamation that all are created equal, and that we are all free

The nation has spoken make no mistake about it, and the world was listening

And the path that was chosen was the darkest.

We have chosen fear over hope.  Hate and bigotry over love and respect

We have turn back toward the past instead of forging ahead to a brighter future.

The day after has come America, and we are now a lesser nation today then we were yesterday.

 

 

 

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the-law

“I grew up around these parts, born and raised.

Seen a lot of bad things too. Hell, did a lot of bad things,

Before I became the law, I mean.

I ain’t no angel; never claimed to be one neither.

I do what I’ve gotta do, however, I’ve gotta do it.

My methods ain’t always popular, but I’ve learned to live with that

You ain’t gonna please everyone.

Not if you’re doing the job the right.

But, if I had to guess I would say that all and all the people around here like me alright.

Hard to believe it’s been twenty-five years under the white hat.

My father was a law man. Grandfather too, and his father before him.

I guess you could say I was destine to it. If there is such a thing.

I don’t know …  I shudder to think what the next twenty- five will be like.

There is a different breed of evil among us now.

A darkness in people that I ain’t never seen before.

I wonder what the old-timers would have made of it

Hell, I don’t know what to make of it.

In the end, we all go back into the dust from which we came.

And when it’s all said and done and the weighing is finished

Some will go up and receive their rewards and the rest of us will go down into nothing

And that is that as they say. Anyways, I guess I had better get to it.

It’s already ninety-degrees in the shade, and it ain’t even 10:00 o’clock yet

When the temperature rises like this it brings out the devil in people.

It’s always bad this time of year, but this year is different, worse than the other years

There’s a black cloud out there hovering on the horizon

It’s coming, but I’ll be alright.

I’ll be right here waiting on it.”

 

 

 

 

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