Running at a fast pace,
you’re getting through the rain
It’s been already and hour,
your heart is in a race.

You’re tired and getting weary,
You want to stop and rest,
But you know that if you fall short,
Your enemy will get the best.

Don’t stop, keep going.
Try to make it to the end,
I know you’ll slow a bit,
But try not to stop and sit.

Keep running the pace,

Some time ago (a couple weeks, I think), I was taking a walk on the bike path running near our house. It was a foggy day, but as I love walking in fog, I didn’t mind the clammy cold. I started at our street where the path crosses over, and headed down the path, going northeast. Ahead was pure fog; I could not see a thing in front of me.

Mommy cries for me every night,

Holding my hand, and hugging me through thenight.

She knows I don’t have much more time.

Only two more months till I die

Daddy’s hugging me through the day,

He asks me if I wana play

Barbies and dolls all through the day

He says “Lets not think about the future or the past, lets share the time that we have.”

There is blood on her fur-coat,
from when his nose started to bleed,
when she embraced him,
at the funeral.
There is a tear on his shoe,
from when she cried,
as he held her,
at the funeral.
There is lipstick on his cheek,
from her parted, seventy-year-old lips,
from when she kissed his cheek,
at the funeral.
And there is Julie, who is three,
doing silly magic tricks,

In English, the dictionary contains nine different definitions for the noun “home.” Number one, “A place where one lives; residence” best fits people’s idea of home today (American Heritage, 407). Millions of Americans move every year. Houses serve mainly as investments and very temporary residences instead of the core of a family.

I thought I saw you walking next to me, as I stepped upon the Chapel floor
Turns out I was wrong though, for what I saw was only the Chapel door.
I thought I heard your voice behind me, and so I quickly glanced around
But I was wrong once again… and the bare wooden pew was all I found.
I thought I saw your small red car, while we were on our way back home

I heard a song one early bright morning
As I lie across the grass to pray
It sounded like angels voices
“Ave Maria, gratia plena” is what they say.

Then there came a large chorus
Like millions of angels upon the ground
I could see them and their harps of gold
Silver roses sprouted round them, I found.

The voices rang on, filling the air with sweetness

Slain

Shatters of the Conscience,
the broken splintered sort
The creaking moaning anguish,
that froze my barren heart
Why does silence shatter,
the Ice that tasted sweet?
The coldest forms of "Wisdom",
that "wisdom" brought defeat
Warmth erased the selfish lies,
on the thick and lifeless slate
The harmful words of mine,
put on hateful waste
The sinful kind of sadness,

They say you only live once
So live
Like you’ll never get another chance
Give
Your world true love and romance
And live
To the fullest

They only live once, too
So reach
And touch them when they’re down
Speak
The words to erase the frown
And live
To the fullest

They say a friend is for the tough times
So sigh
And face the world together
Cry
And be comforted forever