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*POEM of the month of February 2010 "Tears From Heaven "by *Chize* *~~~~~~~~~~~~~*CONGRATULATIONS *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* BRAVO! Take a Bow as. I curtsy:) MUCH LOVE & GOD BLESS Jill chize65 Male, 40, Newport News, VA Posted Feb 04 Tears From Heaven As she peers beneath the clouds Her steady stream of tears Causes a slight drizzle On the land she once walked? The other Angels Attempt to console her? Saying... REJOICE Sister! For We Have Triumphed 0ver The Perils 0f Our Fleshly Existence... But He Has Not! She whimpers... Her Heart Aches As She Gazes At The Youngest Of Her Brood... His Eyes Cast Skyward... Attempting to Connect With His Earthly Joy... The Mother He Loved So Dearly... HE NEEDS ME! She Proclaims... In That Instance... The Light Rain Caused By Her Concerns Progress Into A Torrential Downpour As His predicament Quickly deteriorates... Her Wailing Hastened By The Arrival Of Thunder and Lightning... Signaling the Coming Of HIS Majesty... The Heavenly Beings Scamper To Their Designated positions As If On Cue... A Chorus Of Hallelujahs Bless HIS Presence... Yet The Storm Continues... Prompting Their Praise To Rise To its Pinnacle "HE IS WONDERFUL"... "HE IS GRACIOUS"... "HIS LOVE KNOWS NO WRONG!!!" And Then Silence................ COME FORTH!!! A Booming Voice Demands... Aware Of His Desires Legions Of Intercessors Part To Make Way For The Advancement Of the troubled Mother... She Moves Forward With Praise On Her Lips Hands Raised High Head Bowed In Reverence To The ALMIGHTY... MY DAUGHTER... WHY DO YOU CONCERN YOUR HEART WITH THE AFFAIRS OF YOUR LORD? "FATHER"... My Son... A Crescendo Of Thunder Drowns out her plea... Conviction in Her Spirit Causes Her To Fall Silent The Lord in His Graciousness Pardons Her Lack Of Order For HE Knows Her Heart... ?CLOSE YOUR EYES MY CHILD AS I REVEAL TO YOU THE ESSENCE OF WHAT HINDERS THE MAN YOU BIRTHED...? Images Of Her Baby Boy Then Bombard Her... His Talents On Display His Weaknesses exposed Before Conclusion ... She's Allowed To Observe The Divine's Plan For Him... Unparalleled Joy Forces Her Prostrate Bringing about Worship Unto The LORD Never Witnessed Even By The Heavens... Prompting the Storm to Cease... ?AS YOU HAVE SEEN BELOVED... LIKE THE RAINS AND WINDS MAN'S TRIALS ARE MEANT FOR A SEASON SO THAT HE WILL NEVER FORGET THAT I AM HIS HELP! THAT I AM HIS STRENGTH! AFTER ALL... HE Is MY Son!!!? ?I WILL RELEASE HIM INTO THE DESTINY I HAVE SHOWN YOU IN DUE TIME...? It Was Then That the Clouds Dispersed... Giving the Entire Heavens Full View Of GODS Desire Once Again Provoking Songs Of Praise For The Most High... Their Angelic Voices Offering Melodious Hymns To HIS Throne They Bear Witness Of Her Son Taking The First Steps Out Of His Season of Adversity... With Praise On His lips Hands Raised High Head Bowed... As Taught By His Mother... He Moves Past Grief Finds Joy In Worship And Is Filled With A Holy Resolve To Honor GOD In ALL Seasons... The Heavens Rejoice A Mother Tears Have Dried... And The LORD Is Delighted! Another Soul Won... Another Heart Inclined To Serve Selflessly... For The Kingdom... And HIS Glory (Selah) *~~~*SpotLight write by *WIZE* "Sealed" *~~~~* *~~~~~~~*CONGRATULATIONS*~~~~~ ~~~~~* BRAVO!!! Take a Bow As, I curtsy:) Sealed WIZE_DOM Female, Age Private, Los Angeles, CA Wrote about it wanted her to read it She died before I could complete it Stand clear the doors are now closing Slammed in my face no closure She feared it she wouldn?t hear it Grab the Vicks rub your chest Loosen up the congest this is only a test Hit with my right write with my left Can?t stand no more feet touching the floor Evil lurking behind the door Trapped in a jar take off the lid Far from a Toys R US kid From diapers to a Covenant house kid Roaches lived better than I did Ate off of trash can lids She was too proud to face my shame From a little lamb to a black sheep I became Her heart filled with malice cold black & callous Turned over tables at the service She didn?t deserve this send off with a kiss Something?s rotten, reeks, & stinks Flower won?t cover this stench Spread the ashes in a land field of crack pipes And baby wipes Scarred for life not from a knife The blade of life cut me like a rewrite She needs to hear this angels come carry this She?s free not me she?s gone to this I still live with this out of respect I call you miss Nothing left to me but reminisce Bus stations and park benches locked behind fences 5am rolled up my bed cold coffee toasted stale bread I dreamed she was crossing over she passed by Smiling and waving driving a Chevy nova Hold her at the gate till I get there St. Peter She don?t need to walk streets pave in gold For leaving me on the streets at 12 years old You don?t know what I?m holding so don?t tell Me to let it go Only God knows where I?ve been Only God knows why I flow My story too deep I?ll tell it till I sleep Don?t cry for me save your tears for Haiti Pain is what made me Only God can save me I live I breathe broken hearted Clutching this letter addressed to Dearly departed *~~*Spot Light Write " Dumpster Dive "By Goddess 1977*~~* *~~~~~~~~~~~~*CONGRATULATIONS* ~~~~~~~~~~~~* A Voice for those without one! BRAVO!!! Take a Bow as, I curtsy :) TheGoddess77 Female, 32, Syracuse, NY Posted 13 hours ago Dumpster Dive Naturally it all came down to this. After several weeks of displaced living-quarters and meager wages, I am now suffering from the slow starvation that afflicts most of the other runaways. Like roaches, they gather in the dark, scattering from the light, while scavenging fallen crumbs from the waste of those blissfully unaware of their existence. I, however, could not be too remiss in my judgment as I also wade in garbage for my ration of food beneath filth. ?Dumpster Diving?, we call it; the streets answer to fast food. My reluctant fingers search a discarded Popeye?s Chicken bag snatched from a trash bin. Greedily, I grasp the remains of old chicken bones and a bitten biscuit. Burning hunger rips through my abdomen as the hard, rotten bread sours my tongue. Dry flaked crust grates the inside of my cheek, as thickened saliva attempts to moisture the aged dough. I fantasize about hot slabs of deep fried chicken breasts greasing my fingers and lips while digesting the course chunk. For those of us forced to live under the radar, disassembled automobiles and rickety outhouses provided minimal comfort against the blare of the afternoon sun while gnats feast on sweaty flesh. The stench of excrement and spoiled food obscenely clings to the dense muggy heat. Overweight uniformed police officers patrol the outskirts of our cohabitation in an effort to serve the good citizens protection from our degenerate youth rebellion. Finishing my biscuit silently, I began contemplating my next dive.

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My Brother TRULY Well deserved !

*THANK YOU!!! BP ! & Byakuugan_Mod !

My Brother ICANPROVEUWRONG is A Talented writer a Most Respectful and Dedicated Mod in The Artist Lounge .

He consistently gives of himself !THANK YOU for all You DO!

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*~~~~~~~~*Poem of the Month for January 2010*~~~~~~~~~*

Watcher13

Male, Age Private, Gastonia, NC

Rise of The Phoenix

It began in a Chicago hood with the death of a three years and one month old child,
found in a dumpster in the bitter cold,
with this horrific story?the papers ran wild.
Said the child had been starved, sexually abused,
strangled, then brutally shoot,
it was later found that the mother was off getting high,
and had left the front door completely unlocked.
This set off an uproar, the whole country was in deep shock,
while politicians used this abuse as a platform to get re-elected, shouted from the roof tops,
this senseless violence has got to stop.
There were candles lit, vigils, cards and pretty white and red teddy bears laid on the ground,
tears were shed, a thousand plus prayers were said not far from where the body this beautiful little girl named Maria Martyr was found.
The police announced that they had, not long ago made an arrest,
a thirteen year old drug dealer was lead before the cameras with his face buried deep into his chest,
it was obvious that he too was a product of blatant parental neglect,
when he was asked why would he do such a thing,
behind tear filled eyes, he said he had no answer for such a demonic act
He said he went to collect thirty-nine dollars that the mother had owed but her, he could not find,
the door was left open, he went inside, and after that lost all sense of time,
he said it seemed that an ancient and vile darkness had totally consumed his mind.
For months this story captured every news cast and dominated every paper?s front line,
the debates were great, but still no truly satisfying answer of this senseless act could they find.
As all of this took place?the scene pulls back, slowly fading into the background of the planet earth,
further and further away, deep into the outer recesses of space,
Now the picture transforms and the story continues in a remote corner in our vast and seemingly complicated universe.
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8
5
Light years away
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A majestic, far above average animal is born on the highest of mountain tops,
atop a volcano about to violently erupt, but commanded to be still, move not, just stop.
Exited from its shell, and stood boldly upon molten hot rock,
elevated to eternal heights and told to sit and for thirty-one years just watch.
How a world is born, a cosmic storm, a galaxy is formed,
and when Enoch?s comet comes passing by, on its tail grab a ride,
and more of this one universe begin to explore.
Soar to the Magellanic Cloud and count the colors I have implored,
then to The Pillars of Creation in the Eagle Nebula,
to them The String of Cosmic Pearls surrounding an exploding star,
deliver to their Eternal door.
Once this is done, spread wide your wings and ascend 94 degrees
and fly to the Cat?s Eye,
then over to The Constellation Cassiopeia,
tell Carina to tell the Butterfly, that The Phoenix in 49 divided by 3 minus 3,
from the ashes will again rise.
Observe as The Horse Shoe goes for a walk,
Reflection of the Cone, and with the Tarantula have a talk.
Once this is done oh majestic bird, fly 184 light years south,
There you?ll find a new planet, fly to the heart of its solar system?s sun,
plant the seed that will ensure that that planet will be prepared for universal life.
After visiting those magnificent Nebulae,
oh benevolent bird turn thy attention towards the west,
256 light years, there you will find The Planetary Nebula,
there
you may nest, receive thy much needed rest.
while there, prepare for the deed I need of you that is to come next.
454 light years to the east there is a very special soul that awaits
one that has been prepared for humanity?s sake,
who will alleviate much pain with the beauty and love that she will by Divine Decree create.
Within Chandra does my Maria Martyr patiently sit,
Retrieve her, then return her to the Earth,
to a place called Chicago return this Holy Gift.
For three months has her spirit been missed,
time to return,
now has her soul been prepared for the whole world
to Spiritually up-lift

Check the posted pictures to view some of the places that this Phoenix did visit.

Written by The Watcher of 13



BRAVO!!!! An OUTSTANDING write & *MESSAGE!

Take a Bow as, I curtsy:)

LOVE & GOD BLESS Your Sis Watcher Jill