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Random words born of the heart

Spew like fire from lips and tongue

Said with smile and twinkling eye

Leak the foul smell of words

 

So this is the language of maturity?

This is the heart of His child?

Comedy takes a back seat

With the foul smell of words

 

Hypocrisy takes the stage

And bares its evil tongue

Acting out you live the part

Embracing the foul smell of words

 

Disappointment fills the air

Friends look away in pain

Turn it off screams the child

Remembering the foul smell of words

 

Is this the one we know?

Who speaks of love and life?

Cursing lips sup communion cup

And wash over the foul smell of words

 

Four letters fill the mouth

What actually fills your heart?

Mirrored out for all to see

Your love for the foul smell of words

Love to the day, love to the night

Embracing the time within twenty-four

Living as though neither appear

One minute one second perhaps more

 

Love of the day, love of the night

Entertaining shadows dance bout the floor

Surrounded in moonlight whispers your name

Embracing the sleep for granted new day

 

Love in the day, love in the night

Everything's lovely, life, love and you

Looking toward future, sure in the dawn

What it will share surprises in morrow

 

Love now the day, love now the night

Time becomes master, you become slave

Success becomes one, life becomes two

Time finds a friend and you find a fool

 

Love to the day, love to the night

Embracing it all between light and dark

Living as though each time will last

Time perhaps lost, seasons perchance passed

Reaching hearts in ball and chain

Walking through life weighing down

Holding back the greatness of He

Pushing back the outstretched tree

 

Lonely, dying, crying for one

Balling up in padded corners

Knowing what a price to be

Pushing back the outstretched tree

 

Loving once and knowing best

Turning round to walk away

Tossing, turning seeking rest

Pushing back the outstretched tree

 

Reaching out to those in pain

Arms open wide to finger tip

Sin on shoulders forgiveness still

Pushing back the outstretched tree

Bottled emotions kept deep inside

Unable to release the feelings there

Stuttered words and trembling hands

Trying for elegance and suave 

 

Deep inside you fill the void

A space of emptiness dark and deep

Never knowing nothings there

Until one's made so complete

 

Loosely used the word of love

Flows so cheaply and thrown about

But replace it I can't, there is no other

Said with truth and tested with time

 

On a day like today, one to remember

Love flows freely thru things that fade

Wilt and wither love does neither

True love today continues growing tomorrow

 

Bottled emotions I'm letting out

Trying to express my feelings here

My voice stutters and hands tremble

Seeking elegance and suave 

 

To my Valentine, Kimberly.

I love you.

Liver diced into 24 pieces

Browned and baked like crispy fries

Yummy to the tummy might you say

But it really has nothing to do with me

 

Lakes of red in colored glasses

Ponds of purple and shots of molasses

Kites flying low with shorted strings

But it really has nothing to do with me

 

Rivers died from ice caps melting

Iron and ore is smug and smelting

Buckets of yams in yammy-yam land

But it really has nothing to do with me

 

Paneled walls in 70's structures

Wall paper pealing and waving good-bye

Lovers are loving and eating mud pies

But it really has nothing to do with me

 

Living out loud in closed empty spaces

Searching for rats to bet at the races

Pockets of posies to throw at the sea

But it really has nothing to do with…

Sweet voice arose to withered ear

Breaking through the void of silence.

Beautiful sounds of vocal chord

Flows gently out to distance.

 

Sweet voice that speaks in childish tone

Seeks to reach, seeks reply.

Heard by others deep in night

Voice of love and laughter drawing nigh.

 

Sweet voice of time and graying hair

Sounds of wisdom fill empty space.

Looking for a welcome ear

To share the time that time erased.

 

Sweet voice one day and gone the next

Laid to rest in memories deep.

Breaking through in minds of rest

Flows gently in the voice of sleep.

Looking out in starry night
Children stare into the dark
Snow flakes fall from distant sky
And blanket the earth in white

Bitter cold falls on the earth
Silence falls on rushing chatter
Making plans to seize the day
When we celebrate His birth

A child we worship and remember
Surrounded by a stable's smell
Wrapped in blankets tightly held
As he peers upon the earth

The Savior born the Son of God
A bridge to God and man
Peace on earth from God's on hand
The sacrificial lamb

Looking out in starry night
Shepherds stare into the dark
Angels fall from distant sky
And blanket the sky in white

Good news falls throughout the earth
Worship falls on curious chatter
Making plans, making way
As we celebrate His birth

I guess it may seem stupid
A little bit absurd
Trying to make a mark
Using invisible ink, I guess

Nothing to see, nothing to show
Looking back, where have I gone?
Where have I come from?
I see no mark, no trace, and no trail

Waking up is just a habit
Walking throughout the day is a must
Wondering around sight unseen
Unseen, simply unused and unheard

Almost as if I were kicked under the fridge
Forgotten about, unnoticed
Things hide behind doors
Doors that are never closed

Jumping up and down
Screaming at the top of my lungs!
Here I am! Here I am!
Stop looking the other way, please!

If I could throw rocks I would
Banging on your window pain
Just to get you here, too look
After that, would you even care?

So many years, it seems so long
I'm getting tired, I'm running down
Almost ready to return to the past
And stop looking to the future

Dreams are things that others dream
Reality has come to live in my house
What's the use?
Plans are for architects, not for me

So I babble at things I only understand
Maybe you understand as well
Maybe you live where I live?
Under the fridge, behind a door, forgotten

By Molly Conley

 

Just because I saw the yesterday

Doesn't mean there's a tomorrow

I have to keep moving forward

When there's a situation you can't handle

You have to keep moving forward

When you don't have a helping hand

Or you don't have the confidence

Keep moving forward

I seen the future, I've seen the past

What more is there to see, to find out

I have to keep moving forward

When you've walked miles and miles

To find what you're looking for

But haven't found what you need

Keep moving forward

When you need to see something

But you haven't found it

Keep moving forward

Remember, keep moving forward

 

(Inspired by the Disney movie, Meet the Robinsons)