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The rain is my inspiration.

Running now down the step out the door,
There is no jacket upon my shoulders.
My head uncovered, it shines with this cold light.
Glistening now my whole body shakes.

I run back again through the door,
Back outside I feel this thunder.
The door slams behind me as I open this shelter.

Then I wait.

I wait for you to come, for me to not be lonely,
for me to not be cold.
I watch the rain, it’s a million tiny dancer’s.

I just wait.

The sounds resounding off the black covering above me.
But you never came, you never showed,
Perhaps you were lonely, perhaps you were cold.

We just wait.
Together we wait.

I loved you since the day I first saw you

A long time ago I first saw you
Your eyes were full of love and affection.
You where holding me in your arms
Well the tears ran down your face.
I loved you since the day I first saw you
Your loving embrace was so sweet.
Your eyes were shining like stars on that
December night.
I loved you since the day I first saw you
Since I grew up with your humble ways.
You would dance a little jig and then
Hum a little song on your way down the path
To your garden.
I loved you since the day I first saw you
You even laughed well you cried.
And the way you look at that old man
With such loving tender thoughts, I knew one day I would
Grow up to be just like you.
I loved you since the day I first saw you
There were pumpkins and peas all the time.
And the turtles they laid and the humming birds
Played,
For so close were you to them I smiled.
I loved you since the day I first saw you
And shall love you the rest of my life
For your simple little laugh
And your sweet September hug, has left a scare in
My heart forever.

Dear “Patient”.

Dear “Patient”,
Perhaps the oddity of my writing you will pass and you shall be able to listen to sound reasoning.
If I could live in your day and time, and if perchance you had not been but a simple figment of a great artist’s mind, this would be less awkward.
I write to inform you of a horrible disastrous thought pattern shown within your mind. How do I know you might ask? I have been reading the letters sent between a senior demon and junior demon placed in position to harm you.
Not as abnormal as it may sound, a certain author has thought up your life and that of the demons who haunt your every day movement. There are two ways to deal with this problem over time, one you begin to watch where your thoughts are leading. You must take into deep consideration the word of God; let it dwell within full body and soul.
Walk your daily life out surrounded by the pray of family, friends and your prayers personally.
Second, write yourself out of the story.

Sincerely,
R.M.Hopkins

So you think you have what it takes?

There will be a day when sky scrapers become the pavement underneath them,
when people withdraw to the earth beneath them.
There will come a time, when hope rises, and we fly on the wings of change.
When babies underneath there beds become men in search of something to fight for, something to fight against.
When her faith can move mountains, call upon the angels of protection, glimpses of the spirit from within,she shines.
There will appear a new day when the orphans find there fathers, and the window becomes a new bride full of courage, strength and life.

Why do we pretend that we know plans? Actions? Intentions?
Who are we to judge what comes from the heart, when heart, soul and mind seem to battle within the confines of a dejected world.

When does compassion come beneath appearance and numbers?
Who do we think we are to confuse numbers with God’s intentions?
Numbers are for Him to discuss, decide.

He has the power, all He asks of you is mercy for you fellow brother, fellow sister.
The circumstance comes from and for all.

“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”
Ephesians 6:12

Tears of splendor.

I have been suffering from a cold for about a week.
A day last week when my sickness was at its peak, an awful headache caused me to almost lose sight in my left eye.
My eyes have had normal sight my entire life, never have I “lost” it.
Don’t we often take for granted such a normal thing as sight?
Could you imagine walking down the street in may, the birds chirping, the sun shining and the flowers blooming. Could you imagine not seeing this?
Not being able to look in the eye beauty. Never glancing a supernatural, close to God, beautiful world?
Never being able to balance a book in one hand and a hot cup of cocoa in the other, sitting, staring in to a fire burning like the one in your heart.
Imagine not being able to see the faces of the ones you love. Having children and never letting your gaze rest on there soft baby hair, there closed peaceful eyes, small toes holding the tiniest toe-nails.
You could never see tears or smiles, just a stark black blurriness.
Through my faint vision, God sent me tears. They fell down my cheeks one at a time, slowly forming curves.
My tears are a very special, bewitching thing to myself. They come much,little and far in between.
God speaks to me often through tears, if not mine, others.
He spoke to me then in the car as I glimpsed the cold world out side, through a fuzzy visual perception and a scared thought.
I thought what it would be like if I lost this God given right, I felt what it would be like, almost, for those who had lost there sight, and then I decided I would write about the experience that caused mixed emotions in myself.
For I had the blessing of sight to do so.

Nowhere.

The world is often misunderstood.
At least by myself.
I decided today was a grey day. It did not stifle my happiness of course, but it was colourless.
At least that is what I presumed.
Coaxing myself into entering the grey was ahead, and so I entered into a world of, what I thought to be deprived of Godly colour. Humanly perhaps.
I misinterpreted the world.
It had a stark cold beauty to it. Colour, Godly colour was to be seen when searched for passionately.
This is what I captured.