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It has been noted that that bipolar disorder is often associated with creativity. Kay Jamison's book, TOUCHED WITH FIRE: Manic-Depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperment lists dozens of familiar names of creative bipolars: or should I say artists whose muse, perhaps, sprang from a chance chemical imbalance?

Congratulations to Michael Mize, the author of --untitled-- (Sometimes...).

--untitled--
Copyright (c) 1999, Michael Mize

Sometimes
                We sit in a corner back to back
                 and gaze at the other corners
                 You, picking the flesh from beneath your fingernails
                 as I swallow the dust that settles to the floor
Sometimes
                Apologys buzz like flys
                When you say for the thousandth time
                 you feel too fugued to take it just now
                 I beat a path with blistered feet
Sometimes
                 We're staring eye to eye
                  hot to cold   vacant to hatred
                  You feel nothing, but hope for everything
                  while I feel everything and hope for nothing
                    
And Sometimes
                  Lobotomy sounds good to me
                   with emotion so tense, my synapses split, 
                   and won't synchronize   
                  I'm falling in a pit you don't hear my cry
                  You're still saying hello, while I wave 
                    goodbye. 
           

Michael wins a copy of the latest book by Mary Ellen Copeland, a popular writer of self-help books.




Winning Against Relapse : A Workbook of Action Plans for Recurring Health and Emotional Problems

by Mary Ellen Copeland

Every recovery holds the potential for relapse. And for many who have fought their way back to health from a physical disorder or emotional trauma, the return of old symptoms can be even more devastating than the original crisis. In this book, Mary Ellen Copeland presents a structured system that those in recovery can use to monitor their own symptoms and respond to them in a way that reduces or eliminates the possibility of relapse. Readers will learn to identify events or situations that can cause their symptoms to recur, prepare an action plan to take if things start to break down, and lay out specifics about support, medications, and treatment facilities that can help.

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  1. Hush, Hush Sweet Baby
    Copyright (c) 1999, Charlotte Cooper
    Crazy stuff go through my head 
    Prancing to and fro 
    Don’t want to be here now 
    But where the hell to go. 
    
    Rock sweet baby in your bed 
    Comfort hard to find 
    Hug your bunny up real tight 
    No place to hide in mind. 
    
    I’m no good at easy stuff 
    Just too much in my head 
    Should I stay or should I go 
    My soul too full of dread. 
    
    Cry and cry ‘til twilight time 
    With bunny held so close 
    Hush hush sweet baby, Momma come 
    And sing and rock ‘til dawn
     
    
  2. Ho Bitch
    Copyright (c) 1999, Charlotte Cooper
    No ho bitch gonna strap me down 
    I’ll stomp her ass in the ground 
    
    She wiggle this way and that 
    Her squirms give no delight 
    
    You see this Missy 
    It can take you deep in bliss 
    
    I give you no delight 
    To see you wiggle this and that 
    
    You take that ho ass out of here 
    I show you no respect 
    
    You ain’t nobody’s momma
    
    
  3. Think I’m Gonna Die
    Copyright (c) 1999, Charlotte Cooper
    No time stand so still as this 
    Pain so new as just been born 
    Heart aches each and every beat 
    Think I’m gonna die... 
    
    Many die from broken hearts 
    But not one just like this 
    Rock the empty cradle thrice 
    Think I’m gonna die... 
    
    Cradles in my life no more 
    They live within my heart 
    Hold the baby softly croon 
    Think I’m gonna die...
     
    
  4. BONES
    by cyn
    Washed up on the shore
    stranded 
    burning in the sun
    alone
    layers of an old life
    slowly peeling away
    desperate to get up and RUN!
    But I just lay there with the rush of the tide
    waiting for the seagulls to notice me
    come to me
    recycle me
    strip my bones clean
    bare and brittle
    a treasure for 
    some unknowing tourist to claim
    recycled for the greater good
    finally accepted
    
    
  5. THE SMELL OF YOU
    by cyn
    Smelling like you do
    it is no wonder
    I follow your every move
    sweet and damp
    subtle sex
    
    Smells of the wood
    I grew up in
    in a past life
    raw and wild
    
    Sniffing under leafs and branches
    I catch a whiff of you
    just a fleeting sense
    but enough
    the chase is on
    again
    
    Ohhhhhhh
    the 
    smell
    of 
    you
    
    
  6. PRIDE AND JOY
    by cyn
    Fat sticky fingers,
    naughty....
    very naughty.
    Wonder what you've seen.
    My eyes are sewn shut you know,
    let me taste where you've been.
    
    aaahhhhhhh
    yessssss
    
    With one so young and fresh?
    I must say my dear,
    I am duely impressed.
    
    Didn't know you had it in you,
    or was it the other way around?
    
    all this time you were in the next room...
    you never made a sound.
    
    Did you by chance save me a treat?
    something sticky, something sweet?
    You did? You did!
    You wonderful boy!
    now come and sit beside me
    Your a Mother's pride and joy!
    
    
  7. ALL IN A DAY'S WORK
    by cyn
    No last desperate plea, no cursing
    
    No wailing
    
    Tied to the steak
    
    His hands I am nailing
    
    Head held high
    
    He utters no sound
    
    My sweat, his blood, they mingle
    
    And cover the ground
    
    I’ll be damned for this
    
    As I am damned for them all
    
    Once anointed in light
    
    I hasten my fall
    
    
  8. THE COLOR OF MY INSANITY
    by cyn
    Little white pills 
    
    White, white walls
    
    Crazy mother fuckers
    
    Bouncing down the halls
    
    Can’t you hear them screaming?
    
    Why can’t you make them stop!
    
    They’re hooking up the electrodes
    
    POP, POP, POP!
    
    Little white pills
    
    White, white, walls
    
    The color of my insanity
    
    Is
    
    No
    
    Color
    
    At all
    
    
  9. A WOMAN
    by cyn
    She is silent
    
    Her silence
    
    Makes me weep
    
    Agony and torment
    
    I bleed
    
    Tonight she will not sleep
    
    She stumbles
    
    And I can not break her fall
    
    Death defies her
    
    Belittled and brought down
    
    She is now beside me
    
    Lowly on the ground
    
    Trembling
    
    Her eyes plead
    
    For what, I do not know
    
    I do not care
    
    It is enough that she is here
    
    
  10. NOT AGAIN
    by cyn
    Another wire crossed
    
    The fog the fog the fog
    
    Between my ears 
    
    Seems
    
    to cause 
    
    a 
    
    short circuit
    
    In the in the in the in the 
    
    Machinery
    
    I can not 
    
    see 
    
    the road
    
    As I wipe I wipe I wipe 
    
    Away the tears
    
    What is real?
    
    How can I be sure?
    
    Hello
    
    Hello
    
    Hello
    
    Echo
    
    My perception is way off kilter
    
    I never trust how 
    
    I feel I feel I feel 
    
    I feel too much to long too hard too strong
    
    
  11. WHISPERS
    by Weston
    Whispers or so I've heard all my days
    Whispers enduring struggle, pain and crystal haze
    
    Whispers my thoughts cut sharp like a knife
    Whispers tell me what is right and wrong with life
    
    Whispers allow me tp play with silly pun
    Whispers cock the hammer of a loaded gun
    
    Whispers I've listened carefully to everyone
    Whispers are fun, not for just anyone
    
    Whispers tell me to change the world
    SO GATHER THEM AND SHOUT TO THE WORLD!
    
    
  12. --untitled--
    Copyright (c) 1999, Michael Mize
    Sometimes
                    We sit in a corner back to back
                     and gaze at the other corners
                     You, picking the flesh from beneath your fingernails
                     as I swallow the dust that settles to the floor
    Sometimes
                    Apologys buzz like flys
                    When you say for the thousandth time
                     you feel too fugued to take it just now
                     I beat a path with blistered feet
    Sometimes
                     We're staring eye to eye
                      hot to cold   vacant to hatred
                      You feel nothing, but hope for everything
                      while I feel everything and hope for nothing
                        
    And Sometimes
                      Lobotomy sounds good to me
                       with emotion so tense, my synapses split, 
                       and won't synchronize   
                      I'm falling in a pit you don't hear my cry
                      You're still saying hello, while I wave 
                        goodbye. 
               
    
  13. Chance Meeting
    Copyright (c) 1999, Michael Mize
    The makeup, the hair
    I like the image
    The pair that's ripe
    it bears repeating
    The urge
    the urge
    it would be so nice
    to taste your flesh
    to roll the dice
    
    
  14. What Makes Me Cry So Late at Night?
    Copyright (c) 1999, Charlotte Cooper
    With eyes near shut and remembering the day
    Seeing someone lonely with no one who cares...
    A baby born in loves first light...
    A couple walking and holding hands...
    A baby's hug and kiss so right...
    Laying side by side in gentle light...
    A sigh of joy...
    A tear of love...
    A frightened soul...
    Love so right...
    
    What Makes You Cry So Late At Night?
    
    
  15. THE SUBWAY RAT
    by TMendous
    THE SUBWAY RAT . . .
    sniffs and pokes through the sludge between the rails
    and jump, jump, jumps from tie to tie toward the tunnel.
    I watched not knowing where he went
    day after day while I waited.
    
    
  16. Shared Starry Nights
    Copyright (c) 1999, Moonwater
    Shh, softly, softly
    my sweet child must sleep
    sleep softens his brow
    soothes away the day's tumult
    crashing, whirling, cyclone
    
    Natural child
    smiling, loving, laughter
    sweet soft eyes
    but sorrow so deep
    he's so little, he's so little
    
    Nature made him 
    to kiss midnight
    smile in dark softness
    while starry night turns
    dance in whirling music
    
    I weep softly
    that I must be his jailer
    sleep now and sleep alone
    when I too, hear the sweet music
    of his whirling starry night
    
    
  17. Tie Me to the Mast
    (to my psychiatrist)
    Copyright (c) 1999, Moonwater
    I hear the sound
    sweet Sirens sing
    of self destruction
    and soothing suicide
    sometimes so strong
    I do not wish to stay
    
    So like in the Odyssey
    tie me to the mast
    and stop your ears
    to my pleas for freedom
    use your medicines
    and the trust we have in each other
    
    And when we pass
    the Sirens's deadly songs
    to sail smoother waters
    stay with me
    safely my crew
    on the wine dark sea
    
  18. MAELSTROM:
    Copyright 1998, Iris Denyse Arsenault
    proud, possessed driven fury of voice
    it must be heard, there is no choice
    
    manic, panic, frantic scream
    to the abyss of thought
    and lightning scenes
    
    hour, power, tower dream
    thundering heartbeats
    a mad machine
    
    fire dances, power swirls
    grasp hands and dance
    with the phoenix girl
    
    
  19. ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS
    Copyright 1998, Iris Denyse Arsenault
    it was one of those nights
     i tried on my happy mask
    and it didn't quite fit....
    
     rather than force it
    and allow it to choke me
    i ripped it off
    and threw it angrily
    
    and somehow, you knew.....
    you knew it was me
    
     i love you like the tides,
    the way July flowers love
     to feel the rain inside
    You make me smile like
    sun in the morning, warm
    and new.
    
    With you I'm not afraid to be me,
    and wildly dance from the flying trapeze,
    a circus act on display for all to see--
    
                                 my safety net waits beside you.
    
    
  20. SECRETS ON THE WING
    Copyright 1998, Iris Denyse Arsenault
    You are the dove, my love
                              shining high, the moon on your wings
                                      iridescent silver dreams
                                             and secrets
                                    Fly away to the mountains
                                        rest upon the shores
                                        listen to the ocean's
                                                secrets
                                        A deep, vast forever
                                           an oath as true
                                             as the ocean
                                                is blue
                                                  and
                                                 deep
                                             with secrets
    
    
  21. --untitled--
    by IceSkatur8
    I've been lost in the clouds    
    and tossed in basements
    the highs and lows
    nobody truly knows
     
    But like me, love me
    Hold me, despite
    Tell me of peace
    Tell me of warmth
    and feeling alright
    
    
  22. LONE PLEA
    by Michael
    From the Troubled Heart
    comes my Fears.
    Out of Death’s Darknight
    Before my Peers.
    I gave MY Body, and MY Spirit,
    for One Chance,
    DENIED!
    For My love was ALL,
    I offered ... They took,
    And LIED!
    
    
  23. ENDTIME SONG
    by Michael K. Melvin, 5/31/1999
    BEFORE THE FLOW OF TIME 
    BEFORE THE VOIDS OF SPACE 
    THERE WAS THE TRUTH 
    THE LIGHT 
    AND THE WAY 
    BEFORE THEIR GOD’S MEMORIES 
    WERE IN PLACE 
    HE WAS---HE IS--- HE SHALL EVER BE 
    THE WIND---THE WATER---THE ROCK---THE FIRE 
    HE PLACED THE STARS IN HEAVEN 
    THE CREATOR THAT BEGAT ALL 
    THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA 
    THE SINGER OF THE BEGINNING 
    THE SINGER OF THE ENDTIME SONG 
    BETWEEN THE HAMMER AND THE ANVIL IS MAN 
    FORGED IN THE STARS AND PLACED ON EARTH 
    GIVEN DOMINION OVER GOD’S CREATION 
    BETRAYED BY LIES 
    HERE BEGINS THE STORY OF REDEMPTION 
    BLACK AND WHITE 
    UP AND DOWN 
    ONE INTO   THREE   INTO ONE 
    ETERNITY 
    The Wight Sword 
    I feel the rage of the Hammer, 
    I hear the ring of the Anvil. 
    The heat of the Forge kisses my soul. 
    I change. 
    I ask the Hammer Wielder, 
    “What do you make, Mighty Forger?” 
    And HE says, “A tool for Change, The Wight Sword.” 
    I am received by the Fire, 
    I feel the rage of the Hammer, 
    I hear the ring of the Anvil. 
    I change. 
    “Why?” ask I. 
    “The World needs a Champion to be free!” says HE. 
    My soul is warmed by the Heat, 
    The rage of the Hammer, shapes me. 
    I change. 
    My body sings a violent song. 
    The Forge, has given me desire, 
    The Hammer,  the rhythm of life. 
    I lack only purpose, for purpose is the engine. 
    Again, the Mighty Smith stokes the Furnace, 
    Plunging me again to the hellish Fire. 
    I feel the Heat at my Core, 
    And before the Fire gains too much! 
    I change. 
    The cold quenching Truth, tempers me, 
    Hardened and Strong, I sigh. 
    And I change. 
    Polished to a blinding luster, 
    Given two edges, Honor and Righteousness. 
    I am finished changing. 
    “Go into the World, make your presence known. 
    Show to the World your Brilliance. 
    If they question, show them Righteousness, 
    Then in trust, show them Honor. 
    For those lacking, Mercy is your Hilt.” 
    And with HIS last act, struck me against the World. 
    So, into the World I went, Ringing! 
    Everyone could hear my song. 
    There was Change. 
    
    THE FIRST BIRTH 
    Into the World I came, hanging by my heels. 
    A strike from behind, 
    A cry, my first plea, and a fist my first meal. 
    Into the arms of a loved one I was placed. 
    My worries are few and far between. 
    Warmth and caring are my friends. 
    Home is my Sanctuary, 
    A desert dwelling place, warm in winter and summers burning. 
    The kiss of the Hammer still fresh on my Soul. 
    Memories fading, I know, I differ in ways. 
    With a hungry Heart, I seek and do not find. 
    Old before my years, too young in my actions, I fall. 
    I do not crawl before walking, I must use the wall. 
    
    Near the age of consent, 
    I reached in the wrong direction. 
    In a moment of despair and loneliness, 
    I pushed Him away, and sought another. 
    Denied, turned from Good, into Darkness I looked. 
    It beckoned with smoke and mirrors. 
    Now I walked between, 
    The One who Loves and the One who’s mean. 
    Both wanted, One paid, the other lied and took. 
    “To be alone in the World, for my soul!” I bargained, 
    One refused. 
    The Other stood between me and all else. 
    I looked down and outward, my sight dimmed, blinded. 
    Life is a struggle, as all can testify, 
    And I did my share and more, to no gain. 
    My falls became many, my spirit crawls. 
    I do not see the One who walks beside me, 
    Nor do I feel His touch as I am carried. 
    His presence, I see now, is in Death denied, 
    And Pain eased in my time of sorrow. 
    I hear His Voice in the conversation with strangers, 
    Or see His Smile in the eyes of a child. 
    This was not always so, as I have said before, 
    Scars can verify, I once was in the habitation of demons 
    And plagued by their unholy recreation. 
    Accused and Abused, Twisted away from the Truth, 
    I turned in shame from God and hid. 
    Speaking foolishness to those I loved, and lost. 
    With undying thanks to Him, some stayed. 
    Separated from Truth, a way not found, 
    I walked in the darkness alone, save for Him, unknown. 
    I live my life, stretched and pulled, between two extremes. 
    Swinging in the balance, my sanity hinged, 
    One of darkness and despair, the other manic delight, 
    Emotions rampant and wild, in a mind with too many corners. 
    I ride the razors edge, on wheels of glass. 
    Large in size, I feel I don’t measure up. 
    I may intimidate, but Fear is my constant companion, 
    Like a big, black dog, that will bite at a wrong move. 
    Not a friend, or a comfort, it hounds me still, watching. 
    It feeds on indecision, hate, and things most negative, 
    It grew quite large, fed by my youth. 
    In the Friend, whom I trust, the black dog does grow weak. 
    It’s bite does not sting, nor fester any more, 
    And his ribs do show through. 
    But before I tell who walks with me, 
    I must tell you first of the hell I saw. 
    The first I knew of the curse I took on, 
    Was as I became a boy no more. 
    In the service of my country I did bend the mind and body. 
    Shown the door, through which I fled, 
    Without the offer of help and denied the truth, 
    A failure and a criminal, I drank my shame. Raging! 
    My family took me in, with fear, anger, and concern, sharing. 
    Five years being watched by those I didn’t trust. 
    Chained to work that needed no talent, 
    Time I did waste, with the money I made. 
    Down a crooked road, through a darkness wet with strife, 
    my life emptied of desire and rang hollow grief. 
    Change I must, and change I did! 
    I stepped down and looked up, 
    The answer, was somewhere I dared not face. 
    Black dog growling, I struggled with conflict and delusion. 
    “Why had my life lost meaning and focus?” apathy set in. 
    I could not take rejection from the One and ONLY. 
    For it was all I deserved, this I knew. 
    The Lie made serpentine circles in my Heart. 
    “You don’t dessserve SSSSalvation, you sssilly boy!” it hissed. 
    Could it be true! 
    Was my only reward, OBLIVION! 
    I had heard different, and wondered. 
    I had seen a life lived in the service of the One, 
    And laughing outward, turning my tears to contempt. 
    I was not one of those believers in Him. 
    Inwardly, with stony heart, I doubted. 
    I searched for the fingerprints of God, 
    In the lives of those around me, 
    The proof of Him, is a fleeting thing, to one who doubts. 
    A person must be willing to follow, 
    If that person needs to be led. 
    In pride, and rebellion I ran in circles. 
    Dizzy and confused, I would stumble, 
    The Truth was my only obstacle. 
    Soon the pattern was making itself known. 
    But I was easily distracted, 
    A flash here, a sparkle there, 
    And off I would go in the wrong direction. 
    Dead Ends all! 
    Life became easy, and fun was the idol I worshipped. 
    The money flowed until debt was beautiful, 
    And I didn’t see the trap, until sprung! 
    The weight of my choices broke me, 
    Bankrupt of emotion, overdrawn in Spirit, 
    I broke in mind and body to the consequences of my actions. 
    Deluded to more fantasies, 
    Lost in the wages of my sin, I lost my grip on reality. 
    Demons played with the remains of my life, 
    corrupting my reason, and distorting my beliefs. 
    My ears would tickle to the whispers, 
    Hinting at the Godhood promises of the False Light. 
    I didn’t know what to believe, or why. 
    I slid on the black ice of false prophets, 
    Their statements of alternate truths, 
    And the promises of a better Way, ringing against my Faith. 
    Caught and housed in the land of lost Souls, 
    Labeled with an illness of the mind. 
    I thought I had found the cause of all my woes, 
    But found only the newest form of bondage. 
    With no cure for a bent spirit, I drifted in a chemical haze. 
    No where to go, but back, to those who would take me in. 
    Again I sought comfort from Family, to begin again. 
    Bouncing from job to job, 
    Trying not to slip over the edge. 
    I work only to live, and lived only to look. 
    The whole time I deny myself the Truth. 
    The black dog is Hellthy and strong, 
    Ready to consume me whole, if I would let him. 
    My loneliness was a heavy weight on my soul, 
    Death was always crowding my mind, 
    As some kind of relief from my troubles. 
    The One and Only, blocked my way every time, 
    Protecting and Guarding, the love that was in my life. 
    If not for the two people who brought me into this World, 
    I would have ended it, any number of times. 
    Since that time I offered my soul forfeit, 
    And tried to bargain some deal from the Unseen Enemy. 
    I feared the outcome of such with dread and loathing, 
    For, to be alone I wished, 
    And alone I was, in heart, save for the love I knew, 
    And the Love of One, unknown. 
    Which brings me to the Last Change, 
    As far as I know, that is. 
    My control over reality, 
    Was never what I thought it to be. 
    The betrayal of my mind and thought uncontrolled, 
    Was more than I could handle at times. 
    I had no faith in myself. 
    All that I believed in, was suspect. 
    How would I trust, if I could not trust myself. 
    I was in the Greatest of All Prisons. 
    The one that had no bars, walls, or promise of escape, 
    save One. 
    It wasn’t until later I learned the name of my torment; 
    SIN 
    
    Rebirth and Redemption 
    To know HIM, is to Love HIM! 
    To love HIM, is to Obey HIM! 
    To obey HIM, is to be Reborn! 
    There is no other! 
    All my life I had walked with One, my Best Friend, 
    And didn’t know the pain I had cost. 
    HE forgave. 
    Straying in to unseen danger, at the risk of my soul, 
    And reeking of destruction. 
    HE saved. 
    Ripped to shreds by the demon hordes in darkness, 
    My life pouring out in a river of sorrow. 
    HE restores. 
    Slowly turning, form the thunder storm of sinning, 
    Broken, spent, and laid low by living in darkness, crying out! 
    HE comforts, “I AM with you!” 
    PEACE, LOVE,  and MERCY. 
    The sweet embrace of GRACE, FAITH is given, full measure. 
    Baptized in a pool of my own tears, blessed assurance. 
    Once tied down by regret, turned loose by Salvation. 
    Set free by Truth, lacking nothing in HIM. 
    I enter the World, Renewed, heart singing, eyes smiling, 
    No words can count the blessings and joy. 
    Cast adrift into the coldness, by a heartless few, 
    I forgive them, for they know not what they do. 
    This HE teaches, a lesson very difficult to learn. 
    Unforgiven in Heart, Love is displaced, 
    And does not allow Mercy. 
    It is a wound that will not heal. 
    Scarring a heart and braking the Spirit. 
    For the sake of GOD, I forgive. 
    Now, I sing a New Song, 
    I still don’t know all the Words. 
    My life is a testimony to the One and Only, 
    HE Who is Three, and the Love of All. 
    For HIM this story is told. 
    I give Myself to HIM. 
    IN THANKS. 
    Together, laboring to convict a World of It’s SIN, 
    HIS strength has no bounds. 
    A diamond hard heart, the World resists. 
    We do not work alone, many know the Truth, 
    hammering away in Love, for the Victory of Jesus. 
    Shards of believers, shattering in understanding. 
    Warming to the touch of the Lord, 
    Made new in the Living Water. 
    Flesh and blood hearts are beating the New Song. 
    Endtime in sight, 
    Fear not the destruction of the Old, 
    But rejoicing in the Return of the New. 
    Nourished on the Milk of HIS Words, 
    Hungering for the meat of HIS Wisdom, 
    Armored in HIS Whole Armor. 
    Wrapped in the Truth, 
    With breastplate of Righteousness, 
    Walking in the Gospel of Peace, 
    Always ready with My shield of Faith, 
    Helmeted with the Salvation given me by HIM, 
    Who’s Words I wield, the Sword of the SPIRIT, 
    Double Edged and Sharp. 
    I fear not, and tread the Earth, confident of Victory. 
    For HE battled and Won, giving HIS life for Me. 
    Raised up by the FATHER OF CREATION. 
    Having the POWER, and the GLORY 
    FOREVER AND EVER, AMEN. 
    LORD CHRIST JESUS, GOD. 
    
    THE FLOW OF TIME - ENDLESS 
    THE VOIDS OF SPACE - INFINITE 
    THERE IS THE TRUTH 
    THE LIGHT 
    AND THE WAY 
    HE WAS---HE IS--- HE SHALL EVER BE 
    THE WIND---THE WATER---THE ROCK---THE FIRE 
    HE PLACES THE STARS IN HEAVEN 
    THE CREATOR THAT BEGAT ALL 
    THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA 
    THE SINGER OF THE BEGINNING 
    THE SINGER OF THE ENDTIME SONG 
    BETWEEN THE HAMMER AND THE ANVIL IS MAN 
    FORGED IN THE STARS AND PLACED ON EARTH 
    GIVEN DOMINION OVER GOD’S CREATION 
    BETRAYED BY LIES 
    HERE CONTINUES THE STORY OF REDEMPTION 
    
    ONE INTO  - THREE  - INTO ONE 
    ETERNITY 
    TO THE FATHER I GIVE THANKS 
    THROUGH THE SON, CHRIST JESUS 
    BY THE POWER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT 
    AMEN
    
    
  24. THE PATH
    by Michael K. Melvin
    I’ve been to the edge of the Pit,
    Where ALL hope is abandoned.
    I’ve been to the Peak,
    That almost reaches the Toes of God.
    I’ve seen the Colors
    That aren’t in the Rainbow,
    And I’ve peered into the Darkness that sucks at the Soul.
    But now, I walk the Path of blood, shed by the Light.
    By His Way do I see, a place He’s made for Me.
    I’ll lead, if you follow with your eyes on Him,
    To the Mansion of His Heart,
    where our lives will begin.
  25. Sleeping Justice
    by Michael K. Melvin
    
    While Justice Sleeps and good men do nothing,
    The Sheep are slaughtered for their Good King.
    The Wicked Wolves in Wool, on them feed,
    While Everyone sees them bleed.
    
    The Unholy Fire burns Ever-bright,
    But in this World sheds no light.
    The blind man sees no tomorrow,
    But his heart feels his long gone sorrow.
    
    The people wait for His long Advent,
    >From a Kingdom, longtime absent.
    He brings the Many, promises kept,
    For redemption while Justice slept.
    
    
  26. - personal discovery -
    Copyright s.e.rousseau ©
      
    as i walked along the wall
    searching each
    and every stone
    prying among the mortar cracks
    to find a face
    behind this wall
    my fingers bled
    from days of clawing the stone
    trying to break down
    the wall
    built so long ago
    yet not as long
    as i had thought
    each piece carefully molded
    from fear
    and then i saw sunshine
    and heard a voice among
    the endless tears
    as i realized that
    in fact
    this wall was
    my very own
    
    
  27. - the cabin -
    Copyright s.e.rousseau ©
      
    tonight i looked back and saw
    the cabin tucked away
    in the forest of my mind's thoughts.
      
    i could feel the pain pouring down upon me
    like a tropical storm
    that had raised it's ugly threat
    to wipe out the peaceful existence
    that protects the gardens of my mind.
      
    i closed my eyes
    and tried to blow out
    the candle of hope that i had held so long
    as i prayed in my silent vigil
    to find the courage just to live.
      
    my heart was so blind that i could not see
    and my ears deaf to silent pleas
    that came from within the walls
    i had built from fear and pain.
      
    some part of me reached out to open the door
    and i felt the sting of the salt in old wounds
    as i snapped my hand back
    and took with me my mind.. and my heart.
      
    i turned and stepped over the debris
    from the walls i had torn down
    and went to the broken path
    of courage that lead to the road of freedom
    not looking back until
    the storm had passed
    and the cabin was tucked away
    in the forest of my mind's thoughts.
      
    and as the sun shone down upon me
    my hand clenched the key around my neck
    that still leads my mind
    off the broken path
    and i close my eyes and tell myself
    that the next time...
    i will lock the door and throw away the key.
    
    
  28. - untitled -
    Copyright s.e.rousseau ©
      
    mirror, mirror image, facade
    mask, guise, i do not laud.
      
    let your heathen evil lie,
    dark behind your loving eye.
    red and green emotions boil,
    oozing feelings thick as oil.
    deny them of their healthy name,
    validate another's fame.
    stuff it down, it goes away,
    but will return to haunt one day.
    do not speak they won't exist,
    within your mind if you resist,
    change, growth, truth, reward,
    courage to lay down your sword.
    speak your heart it shall be freed,
    of unnamed feelings that you breed,
    within the walls around your soul,
    that puncture deep within the whole.
    hide within your little game,
    deny the truth that i shall name.
      
    mirror, mirror image, facade
    mask, guise, i do not laud.
    
    
  29. Where is me?
    Copyright IceSkatur
      
    Sandwiched between pancake sheets
    Four days in a row
    Tracing trails between the stucco ceiling
    Asking for help and hope
    
    or
    
    Pacing a local hilltop before dawn
    The fog, like pulled-apart cotton
    Stretching over the king's city
    While the remnants of the world swirl beneath my feet....
    
    Where is me?
    
    
  30. Blessed by madness, Plauged by sadness
    Copyright 1999 Kyle Addington KA publishing
    Somtimes Life is Easy
    I Push the Pace of the Day
    Simple Things seem to Please me
    No Mistakes in what I Say
    
    Blessed by Madness, Plauged by Sadness
    
    Sometimes I know the answer 
    My mind quick and agilie
    Gracefull like a dancer 
    But happiness is Temporary, Fragile
    
    Blessed by Madness, Plauged by Sadness
    
    Everyday I search for commen groud 
    Between Pleaure and Pain  
    Never sure it will ever be found
    My search always in vain...
    
    

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