More Than just Words: The very last Kiss I held it is the tears I felt,...

More Than just Words: The very last Kiss
I held it is the tears I felt,...: The very last Kiss I held it is the tears I felt, The time had come I knew it well. This was like before when you first left, I c...

More Than just Words: The very last Kiss I held it is the tears I felt,...

More Than just Words: The very last Kiss
I held it is the tears I felt,...: The very last Kiss I held it is the tears I felt, The time had come I knew it well. This was like before when you first left, I c...

The very last Kiss

I held it is the tears I felt,

The time had come I knew it well.

This was like before when you first left,

I can tell this will hurt much more and then one last kiss.

So if it is that you want to have the last say,

Then leave me here and then you just go away.

I will never let you see me cry,

One last kiss before you say goodbye.

This to me is like a picture show,

The man stands up crying because he does not want the woman to go.

But they will have to part,

Something about no more love left in their hearts.

It seem so cliché this time, be it is me;

I just did not think that was how it would ever be.

I would have hoped that we stayed lovers till the end of time,

But I am no fool and nor I am blind.

So the love I have will never die,

Doesn’t matter how hard I cry.

The thrill maybe gone from the life we had,

This is not funny but the last kiss we had was not too bad.

By Guy T Woods Sr September 9, 2011 Cc

More Than just Words: Let your Heart tell the rest of this story

More Than just Words: Let your Heart tell the rest of this story: The truth! Man is absentminded and filled with pride and is deaf to hear anything but himself speak; he is careless, and his greed is...

Let your Heart tell the rest of this story

 The truth!

Man is absentminded and filled with pride and is deaf to hear anything but himself speak; he is careless, and his greed is felt by all those who are bound to this earth, both  birds that fly, and the creature that walk the earth and also the insect that crawl and even men alike;   Seeing the effect that this type of behavior has had in the world today, has made scars on my heart to know or even think that maybe there may be no tomorrow, or maybe that this world would change to being something that neither you or I will no longer recognize anymore; and the youth of this world will have nothing left.        Their sheer existence depends upon of what we leave for them.   It did not just start yesterday, it started many years back; man always falls into his sea of forgetfulness and he plunges himself into the same kind of disaster over and over again; a historical rift that sucks him into and down he goes on his face, then he has to pull himself back up again.           He lavishes and dwells in the seven deadly sins and will stand before God and be judged, and have to answer for his crime.              He has so much that he should have taken responsibility for and has not;           God has made him the curator of all living things and so many times he has left his post and now this world has gone out of order, out of control to” chaos”. 

This is but a condor’s tale; it is a tale of a majestic bird that was on the verge of perfecting his craft (flight) and even at today’s standards he is perfect.  The Condor and other birds of prey of great flight have opened up their piece of heaven and let man in; they even allowed man to learn their trade (the art of flight) sadly! No one gives man anything; man takes whatsoever he desires.  He has made a mess of the world; and has not left a chair for this  bird to attend the meetings for his to voice his opinion about his fate and that would not have mattered  much anyway, he still would have not been heard.     He is not heard in places where it matters; Congress!  They do not allow any one anymore to sit in and voice his cause; it is not a worthy one.            Politicians do not need another useless nonprofit venture that really does not put money in their pockets.     We are His only whistle blowers, he is heard only by us, those who help and stand in the gap for him and his kind; we stumble through the maze or get hung just for telling his truth.

The Flight of the Condor

It is now morning and just before the break of dawn; the majestic bird stretches his wings, at the top of his now, manmade nest on the top of a large high power pole.  His chest erected, as he looks out over the horizon for the last time.

      As memory serves, he flies long and high on the hot currents of air.  This is a creature that has evolved and understands that he must rise earlier to make his position clear! Because he now competes with his only adversary man, who has learned the art of his greatness, “The Flight”, even though his wings were shaped and fashioned by the Almighty God, Jehovah himself, for the act of flight of which he is king and the very reason for his existence.

      Now! As he soars above the world, he noticed the air he breathes is heavy with toxic odor and there is a mist that obscures his view and where it was effortless for him to glide, he feels sluggish and his world is dim.

     

        He speaks as he does from time to time, but with each sound he makes, he notices that it sounds like desperate cries for help.  Yet because of his nature he stays on course, fulfilling that which God has called him for and man expects and he gives no less.  And yes he forges in flight and makes his rounds high almost into outer space.  The creature holds true to his forefathers and brings them great joy.

      He looks down and see his prey, miles off in the distance, then without hesitation, he pulls his wings in close to his side and makes himself a missile, then plunges to earth.  The unsuspecting morsel then is transformed into the substance that gives him life, he is a bird of prey and that is his nature.  He makes no excuse for who he is!  He is just part of a special organization that lives true to that which calls on him to be what he is and nothing more.

      He then repositions himself but he struggles to regain flight.  Note! That the world he now knows is not at all the way he had known it to be and the ancient stories told to him and his kind, are not the same stories that had been passed on to him through the ancestry, in his genes.      He can no longer rely on his instinct, he has to learn now by trial and error, he must forge new ways to survive or die, so he must now adapt!           So he must now kill or be killed, he must try to live the way man has restructured for him to live in this world or he may not have a place anymore.  He must now learn new ways, which makes no sense to him and his kind.  He is on the verge of extinction and he knows it, for he has seen his brothers die and cannot make sense of it.   But isn’t he king of his world? And if he cannot take flight and continue to soar then before too long they all will die and be no more and what about us?  will we die too? It is said that we are dependent on one another for our existence.   He has signed a contract with God to live as he has always done, just like his fathers before him, but man and his greed and his selfish ways is smothering him with technology and he does not fit in with this civilized world.   Unfortunately he does not bargain nor does he wage war, he exists in his world and no matter how much he fights, we can all see how he dies; we do not have to be fortunetellers.  But we all play a part, and it all brings an end to the flight of the Condor.  

By Guy T Woods sr November 12 2oo7 Cc

More Than just Words: The Secret of How Great Thoughts a born!

More Than just Words: The Secret of How Great Thoughts a born!: "Man it is great to love and have love in the morning with 'The Father' Peace from heaven Ahar this is the life. The Morning with God listeni..."

The Secret of How Great Thoughts a born!

Man it is great to love and have love in the morning with "The Father" Peace from heaven Ahar this is the life. The Morning with God listening to Him tell me how great thoughts are born, only in the morning.

Morning

God made the dawn for us to rise,

While the sun’s gentle light prepare our eyes;

And as they take focus,

Dewdrops look like diamonds!

But come to no surprise.

The birds with their sweet repeating;

The morning’s Anthem sings!

Which echoes their heavenly greeting;

This is in the “morning”.

God appeals to our true nature!

Rise with him,

He will bless our day; he’ll give us favor;

He will lift up your sprit!

In the morning that’s when He will do it.

He had the same arrangement,

With Adam from the start!

They walked in the Garden of Eden,

And spoke from the heart.

As my heart remembers,

The things I have read.

The morning captivates me,

As wakened from the dead.

It takes a loving Father,

To think of all of this!

To create the morning with such beauty;

And fill the day with bliss!

Now get up in the morning,

Just before the dawn!

And if you listen real carefully,

God will show you how great thoughts are born.

By Guy T. Woods Sr June 12, 2006 Cc