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Thursday, November 5, 2009

Messengers


Angels Are All Around Us
Angel winked her pretty sparkle.
A pin point of illumination, they
appear all around us.
Some have perceived or others reject as
imagination.
Nothing to me will steal their thunder because
travelers’ linking, world’s workers for
the Lord.
Wings in voyage, but not fantasy these
aren’t fairies.
A quick flicker of an eye you may encounter
another kind in your lifetime.
Special warmth of love tingles in your
soul that you’re taken care of
from someone I know.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Gettysburg Ghost Story


The year was 1999. I was a general cleaner for a cleaning company at the time. My building was the Gettysburg Bank located on the square. The building consisted of its large, beautiful lobby. The bank had plenty of offices that needed to be cleaned. It was a full-time job. It took eight hours every night to be exact. I was forewarned by the supervisor at the time of strange occurrences that happen in the building. I didn't
feel that was professional of her to tell me. That's a great way to scare someone out of doing the job. I think she was happy with the fact she would rarely have to be in this building since I was taking over it. I wasn't the only cleaner there at the time. Mostly, I was alone, but the floor crew came in to buff the floors and wax. I always liked working alone so I could work at my own pace and not worry about the hassles of co-workers who do gossip behind your back, since they haven't graduated from kindergarten yet and were after your job too. I'm normally a quiet person and would keep to myself. So, of course I was the butt of all jokes. I felt at ease and would rather deal with some dead people then work with the living. My first night there by myself I figured the paranoia had set in. I felt eyes on me the whole time. I just minded my own business and did my job, like, the other jobs I did. If they didn't bother me I wouldn't bother them. On other nights the same thing happened but I didn't excuse the notion these times. I knew I was actually getting checked out by the inhabitors who lived there. I heard noises where I thought, the bank being old, it was only settling. I then started hearing more than the creepy noises. I heard actual foot steps upstairs from a section of offices I was cleaning. I had the upstairs to clean also. The others may have decided not to venture upstairs, but I'm not a cut-the-corners kind of gal. I proceeded upstairs with my vacuum; this was worn on my back. I didn't encounter anything strange, just the feeling of being watched and that was normal in this building.


On the opposite side of the lobby up on a landing were more offices off a smaller version of the lobby. I went for my break to call the area's manager since my old supervisor wasn't working for the company any longer. I told my boss the supplies that were needed and how much I liked
working at the bank. She was relieved to hear this since we find out they couldn't keep help with certain buildings in the Gettysburg area. I hung up the phone in the break room. I was ready to use the restroom when I was shocked to see a presence manifest before my eyes. A young boy of or around eight years old stood in the door way. He looked like he was from a black and white movie. He was in such detail I even remember what he was wearing; a pair of over-hauls. He smiled at me and, with a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Friday, October 30, 2009

LOVE LETTER


I don't know what I feel when I'm looking into her eyes

It's like walking on water or being able to fly

When I kiss her lips I feel out of this world

And all I can really say is she's one special girl

That makes me feel lucky and appreciate what I have

With her in my life, there's nothing more to ask

The feelings I feel can't be torn or broken

And I have these feelings that can't be described or spoken

I was born to love her

That's what she told me, and I seem to realize that

Each time she holds me

I love her for every word and action she gives

I thank her for teaching me what love really is

So for better or worse; 'till death do us part

Its you and only you

I want having my heart


Letter from Michael to Marina

and picture of them together...

Friday, October 2, 2009

Breaking Point


Anger produces the rage in people.
Volcanic eruptions while yelling at your children.
Babies with tears streaming down their faces.
A quake stresses heightened activity that can be earth shattering.
Smiles and laughter destroyed while only lava remains of burnt personalities.
The hurt builds suffering collapses your home.
A chained reaction; another hit and I pray that your children can dodge your bullets.
I will lock up your cabinet with you in it.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Root of All Evil


Abandoned by day

Alone at night

Depression stares at a humble sight

Freakish nightmares,

Coffee stained lips,

Eyelids droop,

Red-handed prints,

Grueling sweats,

Frazzled shakes,

Pathetically whipped for money sake

Friday, May 22, 2009

HOME





The wind swishes thru the trees dancing in a symphony.


Therapeutic expressions adoring grace has spoken.


Chimes hanging from a vine sprinkle leaves fall all around.


Mountain tops on high reflecting the amazing view of the sky.


Tourists come by gasping in delight, climbing the hillside.


The lord blesses this earth with such beauty.


Let us preserve what is left of our habitat please!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

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The Music Of The Universe
Back in the cobwebs of antiquity,
Celestial Wisdom has been stored
within the collective shimmering
of human consciousness.
*
It's all about the pulse, you know!
The Musica Universa, the heartbeat
of the cosmos, the magnetic waves
and solar winds rushing to and fro
through all the infinitely deep fractal
dimensions, eternally flowing in and out
through Black Holes, from single cells then back
to an immenseness beyond measure,
connecting us all to one another in this
indescribable melee called existence.
*
We send what you call divine inspiration!
Inner voice and intuition, they are the
concepts that the philosophers
of humankind have installed into
your paradigms in order to
define the voices of
the Gods and the Angels.
*
To be in tune, whether you be sinner
or saint, is really only
a matter of listening with
an empty mind.....


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Monday, May 4, 2009

Shield of Faith




If I awake in the morning, where the sunshine appears thru the curtains.
Warmth from above I encounter from the clouds shimmering my nightgown.
Mystified reactions drawn under a subconscious dream.
I fight for truth of a Warrior’s heart that lives inside of me.
Darkness seeps and turns my dream into a nightmarish tale.
Of unseen forces trying to end my fight I seek the light.
Stairway to heaven; a door with a radiating glow silhouetted in gold.
I am in control and Infuses my soul to keep enduring against the demon-winged enemy.
Now I lay me

Father thank you for protecting me
The lord is with me
Amen

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Treasure Moore Poetry: Crimes Unidentified

Treasure Moore Poetry: Crimes Unidentified