Entry for August 09, 2006

Broken Family

By Debborah Jensen

What is it with people of today?

Talk of love and go away?

He said this, he did that

all in the course of a psi chat.

Friendship ends, in spite of the bond,

I can't forgive, let him go on.

I love them both, these sons of mine

I thought they would learn love is divine.

Unconditional love is what I tried to teach,

they walk from each other, over a slighted breech.

All I can do is love them both,

and put out there that they will forgive, and cause growth.

Love is sticking in when times are rough,

endure the pain, and talk that is gruff.

It's not an easier road to be sure,

hense why so flew choose to endure.

The reward is that you still fight in the light.

I'm still standing I haven't taken flight.

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Wednesday August 9, 2006 - 10:08pm (EDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

Poem for Angel
Awwww my dear daughter you are divine,
Also a very good friend of mine.

Pick me up when I feel low,
shield me against depressions blow.

Lick my cheek to make me laugh,
Give me a good kick in the ass.

I love you more than this lyrick can say,
My dear angel, in my heart you will stay.

Friday July 28, 2006 - 02:15pm
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Entry for July 27, 2006
Sweet elixor, blood red wine,

warms my throat, mushes my mind.

Cools the day with icey flow,

finish the bottle I want more.

Till I can barely see this rhyme,

It has literally stopped time.

The bustle and noise of the day

in this liquid fades away.

Fruit of the vine, you are so sweet,

I love you from my head to my feet.

Sweet elixor, blood red wine,

warm my throat, and mush my mind.

Silence them all in cottony haze,

Let me deal another day.

Lay me down and at last sleep

In my bed my soul to keep.
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Entry for July 25, 2006

TimeMaster

By Debborah Jensen

Fret not, for time dogs all to the grave.
Increments of mans design, we cave.

Rise above this petty discord,
Make yourself times Lord.

Bend it, stretch it slow it down,
Take over the strings, make time your clown.

The Gods have no such taskmaster as this,
So become like them smash time with your fist.

If you know the simple but true,
Just say the word, and time obeys you.