• Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    Brilliant stars illuminate the night sky,
    While an older world changes around.
    Then, greater lights brighten the day,
    As stars diminish…with human sound.

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    Brilliant stars illuminate the night sky,
    While an older world changes around.
    Then, greater lights brighten the day,
    As stars diminish…with human sound.

    People collect treasures–in memory,
    And formulate stories with imagery.
    A charismatic edge–smiling slightly,
    Reminisces dim values most brightly.

    A body existence will never be sold,
    Except people…other people know.
    Standing in awe of the stories told,
    The media glorifies the simple show.

    Daylight yields to distant night stars,
    As flesh and blood replaces the light.
    Oh, cool memories tell of fancy cars,
    Enchanting dust on a fabulous night.

    Revelous stories that entice the fans;
    Touching on nothing, except a shell.
    A marvelous scene reflects an image;
    To burst a stitch with a funny tale.

    At last, here we are…many years ago,
    Digging for memories–in golden years.
    We’re awfully smarter now, you know,
    Skidding thru a mental note…of cheer.

    Finally, we research for another light,
    While moments of fame rule-the-night.
    The world rolls beyond a buried shrine;
    Ungodly memories with a dimly shine.

    Beneath the surface of treasures told,
    People need people…within their soul.
    They summon folks in humble appeal,
    Breaking the shell thru a famous seal.

    Fame is a sad demise–to suffer alone;
    If, all they have left, is a broken home.
    Inspite of the crust, memories will end;
    Deeper desires will hold-on for friends.

    Sealed with kisses, a hug stirs the mind;
    They learn the value of love–with time.
    Beneath glamour, esteemed so brightly,
    Tender desires…seek love more rightly.
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  • Others 25.07.2007 No Comments

    I’d like to collect–all the credit,
    Finding needs to attend to;
    And then, give glory…all away,
    To where credit is due.

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    I’d like to collect–all the credit,
    Finding needs to attend too;
    And then, give glory…all away,
    To where credit is due.

    Me, and certainly, most of you,
    Are gathered here, as saints.
    This church was well organized
    To do what individuals can’t.

    The glory!…we, as mortal man,
    Is perfected in our God.
    He established an earthly realm,
    For saints to cure the odd.

    With principles stretching out,
    Needs are there to attend.
    The feelers of God’s Kingdom
    Are finding lives to mend.

    Where the saints are organized,
    With tender hearts that care,
    The Church of Christ expects
    Perfection is here to share.

    I arrive at the usual Christian time,
    Alas, but no one else was around.
    The work was quickly dispatched;
    Everyone was gone;…so, I found.

    The simple truth of the matter,
    I have the credit I can stand.
    If our Father is pleased with me,
    Glory belongs to you–O men.
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