More Than just Words: the Changing of man comes from within not with out...

More Than just Words: the Changing of man comes from within not with out...: "The changes of a man comes from within not from without Targeted How could this be?I have lived for a millions of years and these feelings..."

the Changing of man comes from within not with out

The changes of a man comes from within not from without

Targeted

How could this be?

I have lived for a millions of years and these feelings never have never been there!

I know this kind of dimwitted conspiracy;

To knock me off my feet and have passions grab my throat;

I can’t believe, when she came to my hive!

They should have killed her, why is she still alive?

A certain kind of crooked plot,

To plunge their hand inside my chest and see what kind of heart I’ve got!

To say that I am kind,

One who thinks of others like some sort of lover!

I would not be caught dead with things of that nature, inside my head.

She walks right by me to see if I’ll turn my head,

No passion here babe, so stop the gazing and the starring and the peering;

I know that I’m being targeted, but after all these years I fare there is nothing here,

I am hollow I feel no love,

A kiss!

I believe is just an abandonment of your precious lips, mine are so cold.

Your flirts fall like rocks to the earth,

And I will not promise anything I can not give;

I live in a narrow hall that only one can barely pass through,

I can not give because for millions of years taking is all I ever knew!

I do feel the warmth of your hand in mine, and smell the aroma of beauty in your mind;

Is that lilac that I smell each time you take a step?

Ah try this look into my eyes can you see the darkness; I bet that was no surprise?

Mine eyes are black and the blue in yours changes the color of this world,

How did you do that girl? Its amazing!

I am seeing the coldness come off my breath, now the air seems warm as if I care;

I have been targeted, and now I feel like I can’t do my job,

I feel this passion inside now;

For the love of God I feel

The love!

By GtW  o2-o3-1o cc   

   

More Than just Words: words from the poet

More Than just Words: words from the poet: "when your heart beats fire let it burn, because even though there is pain; at the end there is a renewing and life becomes more meaningful a..."

More Than just Words: words from the poet

More Than just Words: words from the poet: "when your heart beats fire let it burn, because even though there is pain; at the end there is a renewing and life becomes more meaningful a..."

words from the poet

when your heart beats fire let it burn, because even though there is pain; at the end there is a renewing and life becomes more meaningful and love is the flower or the fruit it bears. Words from the poet

GtW o2-o3-1o cc

A HERO'S PITTITION

So you think that I am a Hero?

I am no HERO because I focus on following the orders given to me by my command; I reach my main objective and complete the task at hand.

Dear Sir;

Please!  . . . . . Do not call me a HERO just because I would give my life for the men under my command and during combat and to this day;

I did nothing special just what each man should have already known he himself would do! He is an American fighting machine,

A machine when told to be one who looks death square in the eye to complete his task.

And a good solider when that passion is needed, a humanitarian, a person who cares for the lives of others; and He knows the difference and the right thing he should do,

And remember my friend he gets scared too.

Sir I have been trained!

 (Programmed if you will) to be both man and machine before you and separate you from the treat to your freedom;

To react without thought but by simple impulse but it the blood in my heart that makes me a different animal.

I am not to be admired and my courage comes from the fair of being killed first,

My sense of nobility comes from my foundation in that what I believe!

It is God who sets my boundaries and I obey!

I need no medals, need no honorary parades or galas, no great remarks to fulfill my duty.

And yet I carry this humble heart to protect the ones I love and those who live in this country,

I really don’t care if their forefathers were not born here; to me and the way I see it we are all on borrowed land; and even living on borrowed time.

Please remember this I have no agenda!

I don’t know what you would do if you stood where I am but I guess it would be the same thing, so please don’t call me a hero.

I have asked the same questions that you have possibly done!

 What I would do in the place where he is?

Do I think I would live long enough to get back home?

And what was the single thing that kept me going to bring me back home today?

And I can only say I firmly believed in God and he gave me the courage and strength,

And I know he will protect me when faced with danger.

To all my comrades I say hold on to 1 Timothy 4:16 and be that which God had preordained you to be in the face of danger.

But truly I am no HERO just an ordinary Guy.

By Guy T sr

Open your eyes things are not what they seem

Words! or are they?

To the hell with this world!

Someone start a fire and let us all go on to the next,

To hell with this world of confusion; the burden of inhumanity, the sum of all that man has desired to be;

It is found at this moment of time, at this place and to hell with it!

To hell with lies;

And with handshakes that are so weak at the wrist, it makes you think the deal is off;

That the agreement freezes right at the wrist and never reaches the heart!

It is at the heart of man that the truth of covenant comes from; and each man needs to pledge oath to and hold firm to the honor of that oath.

To hell with it all my good friend, I can’t make you do good and you can’t make me stand to the code!

So to hell with you and to hell with me hoping that you would come through!

The Devil knows your name he has cursed you for your trail of deceit;

Your pungent odor of lies, things you never intended to fulfill.

You have plagued mankind and now it is we all who are left;

Scuffling, trying to ease our selves, from underneath the madness that you the 1%er have graciously pawned off on us.

I pray that it is the last, but history tells me to expect more Armageddon even!

Cursed are your generations although they may reap abundance,

And we reap the soars off of your greed; while some of us will cease to exist,

Time will be the watch dog of how we will all suffer in the end.

Sometimes it amazes me how can you can sit there and feed fat your greed knowing the harm you cause, 

And you still go to the play in the parks, the valleys, and all the green fields where we humans live; and think that one day we will not just break from our chains and retaliate as all that have been caged do.

It was your forefathers, and the ones before them and the ones before them who have created the gap in our traditions and used it for some sick gain;

And also created differences in the way we live our lives, now we are left to journey through life in a sick crooked manner.

There were vast differences in color before; we have traveled far to over come that,

Now I am told the difference is God?

When and where did this separation of church and state come?

These may just be words, but please show me where they give value constitutionally?

To have that there it negates the very foundation by which a handshake can be Identified, or truth in covenant, or the great value of a man’s words.

To hell with you, you piece of trash, how dare you take out the very truth that give value.

You make me sick with your rhetoric that distorts the truth and dispenses ciaos which has no real use,

You have made good men evil and rasp to each other and it even goes further!

They are lurking in dark places to cause harm to one anther.

Words:   spoken from the lips heard by the ear, to give some sort of understanding or to convey a thought is my meaning even close?

Or are these thoughts just the babblings of some psychotic fool whose observation of this world is off keel just enough to not bare any significant value of the real truth.

We are getting off track here, you who have done us all wrong, you 1%er, you have stolen and now we have to pay the bill.

Why did we even need you at all in the first place this is not our VOTE?

I will start with the greatest problem and break down to its smallest me!

We lied to our sheep as we fellowship with them in long conference halls;

Speaking of things that God never said or never intended; you liars please repent or go to hell and pay for your deed;

Our leaders great and small have torn out the hearts of us all and left us as noisy shells,

They have become not worthy of our trust, and we should never shake their hands for fair of the transference of hypocrisy; they have agendas and plans within plans, these are the deceiver of man.

Never thought I would even think these things much less say it or write them all on paper, of which I can not take back!

We have no friends in them, we have no comrades, and they are not our buddies all they know is how to talk gibberish, they foam at the mouth like mad dogs ready to infect you, close your ears from them they do not speak with words so that you may understand, “Ciaos”

Not worth it my friends let us change the direction of our keel and focus on truth,

And make our lives worth more than just a VOTE.

By Guy T   o2-o1-1o