To Those Who Control and Create
those of us blessed enough
to control and create
be careful the choices we make
follow the guidance of
disciplined minds make wise choices
the elders
those voices guiding
along the path
intelligent questions
loving hearts open minds
wisdom navigating options steaming
let the angels fly offering gifts
to the world
services provided life
the best way to fill our time
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The futures and ultimate fates of the characters in The Snow Queen are profoundly changed by choices made in their own minds or hearts, as well as choices unexpectedly forced on them by things beyond their control.
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Choosing His Path
Lord, I need to see the way you make, before I select a path to take,
From the ways you plan far ahead, for me on this earth, in my stead.
Knowing what will be best for me, regarding the things I may not see,
And that you’ll open up my eyes, to that choice, that is eternally wise.
The choices that I alone do choose, are tainted with my fleshly views,
Choices which are not always best, so in your wisdom, I need to rest.
When I totally rest in you Lord, my future hope remains quite assured,
Not in these things of earth that I see, but, in your promise of Eternity.
The wisdom far superior than mine, is wrought by your eternal design,
By The Spirit, who now lives inside, when through Him, in you I abide.
And as I follow your Holy Word, I can experience blessings I’ve heard,
From others you have seen through, darker trials, when abiding in you.
I want your guidance all of my life, in times of calm and through strife,
As my personal will, I sacrifice, as a follower of my Lord Jesus Christ,
To walk each path you chose for me, while I also reflect upon Calvary,
As I want to be faithful to the end, through every single trial and bend.
So Lord help me not only today, but, again and always along the way,
Tomorrow and even far beyond, as through your Word I’ll correspond,
Choosing what will be only your best, in the face of a trial, or any test,
So I can live out these earthly days, to your honor and for your praise.
(Copyright ©11/2008)
I'm Calling Bullshit!
With my life,
hard blows....
time to go home?
no one really knows...
Back in my youth,
where I thought I've grown.
Same place,
my childhood home.
After two years of figuring it out,
this town is not what i'm all about.
A picture perfect vacation it may seem,
nothing of what I dream.
I want more than how I look naked,
I want more than...
how I can fake it.
To me life is beyond the flesh,
there is no way
these minds will mesh.....
Too may options,
toooo many choices,
no one can hear the voices...
at the bottom of the hill,
waiting for Moses...
I've made up my mind,
these are not my choices....
I call bullshit,
and I want to leave...
no longer overcome to this devises
so do as you please...
for me I call bullshit! ! ! ! !
Again...this life I have to quit! !
Options
Options, options, options,
ever too many choices.
Purple, Black, Blue or Green,
so many whispering voices;
Clint Eastwood, Kirk Douglas, Charly Sheen.
Options, options, options,
your thoughts bubbling away.
No time to choose but Delay:
'Sticks and stones can't break my bones,
but Options they can kill you still!
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Making choices
Life is about making choices
Success flows from right choices
Doing the right things
Doing them always right
Producing a giant of yourself
Becoming what you want to become
The choices are yours to make
The consequences are yours to take
So make the right choices
Choices that bring success
Success that builds self-esteem
And yield life, fully fulfilling.
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Alan's Choices (Life Poem)
My life is full of choices I do not want to make,
If they came a little slower I wouldn't feel so bad,
But I sometimes feel I'm drowning, when they
Come from every angle, so I really cannot breathe.
My life is full of tricks that I use to help me cope,
My favourite is my iPod, of which I have a few,
I listen to my music loud, so nothing can intrude,
I just repeat a favourite bar, a hundred times
Or more, it's like a drug to me because, I need
It all the time, sometimes I forget and bring
It in my bath, which makes the man at Apple
A very happy man, because I need, a new one
Every time, the price I think is small because,
It protects me from all those choices, which
Would simply make me sad, and I can make
The ones I want to make, exactly when I wish.
My life is full of choices I do not want to make,
So I suppose the iPod washing is because, it
Really is my tap, to let some choices in, and stop
The drowning feeling, which too many choices bring.
poem by Ian Beckett
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Life, My Colors
Elders hear me loud and clear
I have my rites, you hear
Many paths created
For me to choose from
I will decide which one
Liberated before conception
I am not weak, I have a voice
With all due respect wise Elders
I nearly let you waste, my life and his
Created with love
I have the rite, to love and be loved
To you dear elders
My path may seem grey
Only I will colour it
With colours I choose for my life
In short...
I choose to be who I am
I choose which risks I will take
I choose the colours to pave my path
My life is all about the liberated choices I will make
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Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same
But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?
They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same
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Choices
Choices
Are a form of grace
To have a choice
A voice,
is a privilege
Choices can
Change situations
The right choices
can uphold mankind
for thousands of generations
Choices
becomes personal declarations
A vow for one to live by
There shall always be
difficult choices to make
inorder to survive
Therefore,
Choose wisely today
For tomorrow
Shall surely come and
The choices of today could
Makes all future matters
well done!
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Making Those Choices To Do
Choices made are just the beginning,
For other choices to make.
Leaving an appetite to develop,
In a patience where choices sit to marinate
Procrastinating in hesitation,
Makes for the creating of excuses...
Easier to get nothing done to wait.
Like one who wishes for a taste of cake.
However, making those choices to do...
Does remove those excuses made done,
With no follow through.
And pursued as one's destination that comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Choices
All that I need is a willing heart, and The Lord will do all the rest,
Heeding His Word at the start, He will help me through any test.
My faith in The Lord is my part, as He helps me to do my best,
As God’s Spirit does not depart, giving me His peace and rest.
Dear friend, when I begin my day, after a long and restful night,
Heeding all His Word does say, it is for me God’s guiding Light,
Should darkness fall on the way, in His Spirit He gives me sight,
Guiding these fragile feet of clay; on a path with Him that’s right.
The Lord guides me with His Hand, as I journey through this life,
Helping me take a stable stand, to be strong in Him during strife,
Strife we can face in any land, where man’s darkness can be rife,
At that time I again understand, I get all peace from Jesus Christ.
In a world of so many voices, I simply choose to follow but one,
Helping me with all my choices; that voice is God’s Eternal Son,
In a land which seldom rejoices, we have joy that is not from fun,
It’s all about eternal choices, through His joy, that has just begun.
And, this all began in my heart, which The Lord has truly blessed,
When I was put on the Narrow Way, guided by The Savior’s Light,
And securely now in God’s Hand, placed in there by Jesus Christ,
In God’s Family, which rejoices, since we know, The Father’s Son.
To Change Your Name
A very wise person once wrote that it’s
The choices we make that define the person we are.
The decision you’ve made to change your name
Is one of the most important choices you’ll ever make —
Something no one else can do for you.
Just like the butterfly that emerges from the chrysalis,
Changing your name heralds a new stage in your life.
Like the butterfly, may you go out into this world
With pride, with courage, and with the certain knowledge that
Your new name has added meaning and purpose to your life.
poem by Sharon L Norris
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Teaching the Hardened Youth
Teaching to hardened youth
Anger, Cold, Hard Anger
The eyes Hateful, his face pinched
How dare I try to tell him
That his choices brought him this.
Why is this important?
This is a waste of time.
Leave me alone witch
My future is mine to find.
These skills I try and teach you
Will make that future prime
It isn't in the details
But in the use of your mind.
People will try and manipulate
To use you for their own
You need to be smarter
And Walk your path alone
Friends will always be there
Some will lead the way
Others will block your path
To improve their life another day.
You are an individual
You allow others to make the rules
Questions every reason
Or be their little fool.
Your brain is your treasure
The more you use the more you have
Step up to the plate
And find your own path
Be educated in your choices
Know what it is your want
Always seek the answers
Your intelligence to flaunt
It is cool to be the dumb kid
Middle School is a pain
The future is coming
Try not to disdain.
I fight this fight today
I fought it yesterday
I believe in the future
This youth will lead the way.
He is full of anger
They are all overcome by hate
They are frightened and alone
And terrified of the worlds fate.
We have left them a mess
A broken planet from excess
A fragmented democracy
A future filled with stress
Support them as I can
Teach them to believe
For it is in their minds
That one solution we need.
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Information can bring you choices and choices bring power - educate yourself about your options and choices. Never remain in the dark of ignorance.
Great Spirits
When the earth was young
and the air was sweet
And the mountains kissed the sky
In the great beyond, with its many paths
Man and nature lived side by side
In this wilderness of danger and beauty
Lived three brothers, bonded by love
Their hearts full of joy
they ask now for guidance
Reaching out to the skies up above
Great Spirits of all who lived before
Take our hands and lead us
Fill our hearts and souls
with all you know
Show us that in your eyes
we are all the same
Brothers to each other
In this world we remain truly
brothers all the same
Give us wisdom to pass to each other
Give us strength so we understand
That the things we do
the choices we make
Give direction to all life's plans
To look in wonder
at all we've been given
In a world that's not always as it seems
Every corner we turn
only leads to another
A journey ends, but another begins
Great Spirits of all who lived before
Take our hands and lead us
Fill our hearts and souls
with all you know
Show us that in your eyes
we are all the same
Brothers to each other
In this world we remain truly
brothers all the same
Brothers all the same
song performed by by Tina Turner
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A Question Anyone
We have in life
a surfeit
of those who step to the mark
to declare
what should and can be done.
Ideas pour
from their open mouths
enunciating in grave tones
and solemn decrees
making claim
to the Wisdom
of the Knowledge Tree.
Regard these not
or follow those
who claim Secret Lore
and urge 'follow me.'
Hard Truth:
Every one claims answers
but cannot tell you what is the question;
every one thinks their answer
if true for them
is also true for you;
from that silly stance recoil.
Every sage can tell you what to do
but none can identify the first step.
All can see the path to follow
but none can answer
if a first step
is consistent with several paths which may follow.
None can answer
if you deny their answers offered,
(which are commonly either or choices)
but note life most often shows either/or
most often is neither/other.
None can tell you what is scientific about the scientific method.
None can separate in a simple sentence the difference between
book learning and common sense.
No sage alive can claim to know why Progress Now
has crashed so low-
despite all the Smart Ones
gone before.
Why is it that ignorance always fills the void
that Knowledge leaves?
Why are there always a surplus of answers
but few good questions?
I don't know
but I know what I don't know
hopefully,
that makes me one step ahead
of those who know the answer
before the question.
I think
those that always know
what they think they know
without ever asking
what is the question
that their knowing
is the answer to-
don't know
anything.
Best to smile faintly,
turn
and leave.
In life,
deep wisdom states:
we must learn to ask our own questions
so that answers are our own answers
drawing upon our own experience.
Ask not what the wise think
but ask instead
what questions did they ask
when it counted
as now,
at the brink.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Decisions
At the times decisions must be had, we weigh the good and the bad.
Decisions not always cut and dry, being left too often to wonder why,
What decision bears more weight, on the scale that people call fate?
Why do these things happen to me, just what is it that I can not see?
With decisions made from the heart, reason sometimes plays no part.
There is never rhyme or reason, when it’s your heart you’re pleasing.
And reason can seem kind of cold, when a decision seems to be bold.
However, it is never fate my friend, with our God, who knows the end.
With any decision that you make, there’s a chance a heart will break.
But you must remember my friend, that in due time hearts will mend.
Decisions come in various kinds, and burden both hearts and minds.
Whatever the decision, be assured, guidance is offered by The Lord.
Friend, you can humbly go to God, and He will light the path to trod.
And when you truly seek His face, God will fill your heart with Grace.
Make the decision and take a stand, even if others don’t understand.
If someone towards you is unkind, Christ will give you peace of mind.
The Lord will light the proper path, guiding you from the unkind wrath.
If you have never sought The Lord, He’s truly a source to be implored.
Christ will then show you the way, to make a decision in a Godly way.
With God make your decision then, leave it with The Savior my friend.
(Copyright ©04/2006)
Resplendent Realms
The time has come
The Green Man said
A day of reckoning
To count the flowers
By the sea
And trace the foot steps
Of the Queen
The Prince has caused a horrid rift
The Queen she fled in fear
And Natures gifts were set a drift
Those gifts the Queen held dear
The Joker caught a bird in flight
And kept her captive for the night
He gave her such a fitful fright
Shattered by her earth bound plight
She flew away beyond his sight
Then midst the garden, fairies danced
They sang with joyful voices
But Mortal Man hast cast his fate
And as the spirits contemplate
His shallow rooted choices
The wind it howled
And dark clouds loomed
The Light above
Replaced by gloom
As He became a living tomb.
Now if you see a stranger
Cross your path one day
Listen for the Green Man
To what he has to say
Follow gentle wisdom
And you'll never go a stray
Be sure to plant your garden
With cabbages and kale.
In your best endeavors
Always will you sail.
Listen to the thunder
Of primordial hail.
As you count the crystals
You shall never fail
Through the waves of time
Though lost we have become
Onward shall we travel
And never will succumb
Though darkness closes in
Never shall we morn
The moments of eternity
Are but the sacred circuitry
Unharmed within the storm.
One day our mortal eyes will see
And mortal ears discern
The angels will rejoice to know
That mortal man has learned.
Upon this earth there's none so dear
As messengers on high.
They cast out all our pain and fear
And let us know that God is near.
And on the wings of loving thoughts
Our Minds and Souls will fly.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Choices
Everyday we face choices
in every aspect of our lives;
some are little things,
like what clothes to wear.
Some are important things,
like whose life we should share.
Our lives are built around
the choices that we make,
whether they are good or bad.
They are choices
only we ourselves can make.
poem by David Harris
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