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When I was born you held me close,
I shushed up as you kissed my head,
And while I fought and screamed with her,
You could calm with no words said.
I wanted to be just like you,
Big and strong; so noble -kind,
I watched you as you fought each day,
A greater man no one could find.
You worked yourself away for us,
While she worked to pierce your soul,
It took her years to win that fight,
For your heart was made of gold.
'Sing a little song for you,
With eyes wide open; heart so true'
Humour; music your escape,
While love your blessing and a curse,
For she used what she knew best,
Hit you; struck you where it hurt.
You taught me love; healed my wounds,
You barred the way and drew me close,
You were my Hero, and as you lie,
I cherish you the very most.
Dad you were my Superman,
I loved you till the day you died,
I wish that I had known back then,
Yet in my heart you're still alive.
'I love you Dad, I say Goodbye,
As all things noble, one day die'
I shushed up as you kissed my head,
And while I fought and screamed with her,
You could calm with no words said.
I wanted to be just like you,
Big and strong; so noble -kind,
I watched you as you fought each day,
A greater man no one could find.
You worked yourself away for us,
While she worked to pierce your soul,
It took her years to win that fight,
For your heart was made of gold.
'Sing a little song for you,
With eyes wide open; heart so true'
Humour; music your escape,
While love your blessing and a curse,
For she used what she knew best,
Hit you; struck you where it hurt.
You taught me love; healed my wounds,
You barred the way and drew me close,
You were my Hero, and as you lie,
I cherish you the very most.
Dad you were my Superman,
I loved you till the day you died,
I wish that I had known back then,
Yet in my heart you're still alive.
'I love you Dad, I say Goodbye,
As all things noble, one day die'
Literature
Prelude to a Seer - Prologue
Prologue
The Journal of Michael O’Shane
March 2, 1988
I wonder at the men who sit on death row, what they think about on the eve of their execution. I presume their lives become a whirlwind of events – those sorts of things one does when they have affairs to bring to order before what becomes an eternal sabbatical. Death is sobering. Seeing death can’t help but affect even the most hardened killer. It is the tie which binds us all, mortal and immortal alike.
It is the tie which binds me to the events about to unfold.
When the Delaware Valley Covens execute Sabrina, they will put to death a two hundred twenty-three year
Literature
Without You --- With You
Without You
Loneliness,
consumes my soul.
Emptiness & darkness,
consume the carcass.
Not even,
a hollow shell,
remains.
Without You.
Without Your Love,
in my Life.
© 02JAN2010 James Elron Mings
With You
Overabundance,
floods my soul!
Wholeness & Light,
overwhelm my being!
Lavish Li
Literature
...Of the Fallen
Burnt sun
like my heart
broken in a million pieces...
Unable to hold
the orchards in the sky...
The same inevitability
of embers turning cold...
Back to the shadows
they both fall
with no colour at all...
*K
MARCH
*Y
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I so just bawled like a little girl.