A river of Red

It flows, a river being fed by the force of the source from where it comes

And as it flows, so too never ending thoughts, 

Of what was, what is and what could be, IF ONLY.

If only like the source of this river I had force, not barely normal.

Superhuman force, yet subtle, gentle and yet able to transform my surroundings 

How do I let them know, how do I show them, convince them?

Or am I thinking too much?

Am I taking on more than I can handle?

I want to have the power, the power to change my surroundings,

Like the ever flowing river, never stopping for a second. 

Alive and giving life, to all the lives that it touches

And so with the blood that flows within my veins

A river of red, fed from that constant beating source, 

The heart, that is a constant reminder that I am alive

I will exact the change that I want to see.

The change that doesn't last a single moment and that does not come overnight 

The Change that is recognized in time like the effects of the passing river.

So will the changes around me be, subtle but yet defined

Fed by the source of my ever flowing red river  

A heart that beats with the very desire to see change, 

Not only long for it, but fulfill it 

Subtly, but clearly, uncompromisingly defined!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Battle

The battle wages on 

Both sides steadily becoming stronger 

As the all out struggle continues 

And I, am caught in the middle.

In the middle of what may seem pointless to some 

And yet to others, the greatest struggle known to human kind

I am caught in the middle and yet on both sides I fight,

The side that pulls heavily on the things that the world glorifies,

The side that wants so much to fit in with the crowd 

The side that wants to live, to live without even a second thought 

The side that cares for no one and for nothing else

But then there is also the side that is ruled by conscience 

And all that is pure and right 

The side that loves the Lord and longs to see heavens shores 

The side that knows what's right and longs only that to do 

The side that feeds on that connection, that constant communion with God.

And so the battle of my life goes on 

Both sides continuing to fight.

Not two sides that are worlds apart

But the two sides of me.

The me that is carefree and wreckless

The me that forgets all that is governed by morals

But the me that God intends for me to be

Just will not give up.

And so the battle rages on

And the fight is far from through

For the side that God would have me be

Is not about to give in!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

No regret

The sun sets slowly in the west 

And with it all my past regrets

The 'if I could's' and 'wish I did's'

And all the 'what if I had just said this'

All the times I made mistakes 

And all the pains my heart my couldn't take 

My disappointments went by with the wind 

And in its place and unerased pain 

No undo's or zap its gone 

No way of reliving those completed moments

No time for fixer uppers and no way to cover up 

Yesterday is dead and gone, and with it all my past regrets. 

Right now, in this moment is all I have , 

And so I don't need 'if I could' and 'wish I did'

Because I have 'yes I can' and 'I sure will'

I will say what needs to be said 

And I will live, and live and keep living 

With absolutely no regrets!!!!!!!!

Edited (Part 1)

Cut, pasted, retouched,

Colour brightened, face enhanced,

More curves, straighter lines,

Pronounced eyes, fuller lips,

Facial structure detailed,

Lighting just perfect.

Or is it perfect?

Am I perfect,

Because you made me look that way? 

Not in my reality, 

But in the picture held in your hand?

Or

Am I perfect,

Just because I'm me,

Just because everything is the way it is,

And I'm the way I am?

Do you you see me as a picture

Needing to be edited,

With imperfect lines and defects,

Or am I, the perfect picture,

As beautiful as the finished product 

Of the Master painter's hands?

Victorious

Even before the race began,

The victory had been clearly won,

Already conquered was the foe,

And this they did in fact know,

For many years the fight went on,

But already you were the champion,

Every thing was in its place,

You simply needed to get in the race. 

One foot forward,

And so it began the race of the true Champion,

Speed was not needed 

And good looks did not fit in 

For this was race that was already won.

It's impossible you may think,

How can there be a winner,

If the race has not began?

The winner is you

The winner is me

We all win the 1st place trophy

One step to begin,

and the others will come,

With lots of friends and great motivation.

It may take weeks and for some months 

But the length of your race is not important.

You have what it takes and thats all that counts 

You are in fact already the champion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Blessed

She stands there,

Face blank, heart racing, feet pivoted to the ground,

The minutes seem like hours and yet she utters no sound,

She is engulfed by the sudden pain she feels,

She is tossed by the waves of her shock and her desperation.

Nobody understands,

No one can feel her pain,

There's nothing more to be said,

No one to lend that helping hand,

No one who will ever care again. 

She finally turns,when she hears her name,

But there is no one there,

Again she gets lost in herself,

And once again she's startled to hear her name,

She turns again and there is no one there.

She starts to sob, 

No longer able to contain the pains she feels.

Why would this happen to her,

Where was God when she needed Him the most?

Why didn't He come and take the pains away?

As if in tune with Her questons,

The voice shouts so clearly,

Yet with such soothing effects,

I was standng here all the time,

And I'm still standing here. 

When you couldn't see me,

I was working all things for your good.

There are many times in our life that we feel like God has forsaken us, but that is usually quite the opposite. We are so taken up with our pains, our struggles, our lives and all the things that are seemingly falling to pieces that we don't see that God is standing there all the time. It is the unfortunate actions of so many that don't allow them to receive the blessings that God has in store for us. We are so taken up with the hurt and the pain that we don't see all things working for our good. God is a mighty God and He has our best interest at heart. 

Heaven and God's throne is like our own personal bank account of God's blessings, the only difference between our earthly bank accounts and heavenly one is that those on earth are usually empty or very near empty, while the one is heaven is filled to overflowing because we do not access the funds that are stored away for us. We are so consumed with earthly erring that we can't give thanks for the smallest blessings that we receive. When the birds sing, or we are awake each day, that's God saying he loves us. 

We are too busy, or too hurt to ask God's blessings on our lives. We are too occupied to enjoy nature and the melodies around us. We think nothing of the very small and mighty blessings that God grants us each day. Whe will we awake and see that God is always good no matter the situation?I would think that we as a people who believe in Him would be the most joyful, as we know that we are looking forward to a heavenly reward like none that we have ever known. We should not allow the sadness of earth to keep us down or makes us sad to point of giving up. Where is our faith and trust in a God who is faithful and who keeps all His promises beyond what we could ever ask, imagine, or desire?

I know in whom I believe and  know that He is able to keep beyond what I can ask, think or desire. I know that my reward is heaven, so when the devil knocks me down I know its temporary, so I'll get up shake off and press on to my heavenly home. 

Will you join me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Add Life

Like the final throws of dirt placed over a coffin,

Or the life sentence handed out to the criminal,

So are the scars of deepened hurt

And the years of unmentioned anguish,

Like a sentence to confinement in the jail of human pain!!!!!!

The countless nights of silent tears,

Of whispered prayers sent up in the dark. 

When will the morning finally come?

When will that silver lined cloud appear?

When will joy be permanent and not a whisper blown by the wind?

When will we see that in our words are both life and death?When will we give life and hope to a shattered life,

Rather than to add burdens of criticism

And cut through flesh with our tongues

Dipped in bitterness and unleashed without thought, care or reason?

Who are we to judge and since when are we in ourself perect?

From which stream does perfection come, and how is it defined?

With your words add life like a cooling spring of water,

On a hot summers day, 

Add security like a child wrapped in her daddy's arms

Without a single care in the world.

Add healing like an oinment on an open wound,

Add the hope that comes with knowing,

That once there's life there's hope.

No, the scars are not a life sentence in a human jail of pain, 

The hurt is not confinement to inferiority and unhappiness,

It is the constant reminder that there is hope for the hopeless

And clouds wth silver linings,

It is a reminder that someones words added life,

And someones love added a second chance,

A chance to live and let live 

An opportunity to be the sugar that took away the bitterness 

That followed a very deserving life around!!

Add life!!!!!!!

We as a people no matter race or social position are so taken up with ourselves that we become uncultured and uncvilized, downright mean. When we open our lips to speak we utter all the poisons of hate, bitterness and jealousy seaminly tearing each other down with every word uttered. 

We are so oblivious to the other persons feelings that we couldn't care less how our words impact another persons life. There is so much power in a simple word no matter its size, and we can literally tear a person down or unreverseably build them up. Do you remember as a child growing up and having someone at school tease you, but you never cared because mommy, daddy or gramma told you you were special and that meant that you were invinceable. The hurtful words of someone never quite sunk in because words of love were already planted in your life. How easy is it for us to plant seeds of cruelty in the lives of others rather than giving them resevoirs of strength in your words, words of encouragement and of love.