SNOWFLAKES THOUGHTS

[Snowflake]

MIGRAINS

NO LIGHTS, NO SOUNDS
YOUR HEAD JUST POUNDS

NO RHYME, OR REASON
FOR YOUR BODYS TREASON

TRY AS YOU MIGHT
YOU JUST CAN'T FIGHT

IT'S THERE AT THE DOOR
THIS YOU CANNOT IGNORE

YOU CAN NOT MAKE IT GO AWAY
AND IT'S GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY

YOUR BODY DRAWS, YOUR STOMACH SICKENS
NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE REAL BUTT KICKING

TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK-TICK
TOCK-TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK

THE WORST IS NOW OVER, THE BODY TOTALLY SORE
THIS WILL GO ON FOR A GOOD DAY OR EVEN MORE

THE BONES IN YOUR BODY SNAP, CRACKEL AND POP
AS THE PAIN VERY SLOWLY BEGINS TO DROP

PRAISES TO THE LORD FOR KEEPING ME SANE
FOR I KNOW THERE WILL BE ANOTHER MIGRAIN !!!

[Snowflake]

PAIN

PAIN IS SUCH A FOUR LETTER WORD
IT CAN EVEN BE TOTALLY ABSURD

PAIN TAKES ME DOWN A DARK SPIRALING PATH
IT HAPPENS SO MANY TIME I CANT DO THE MATH

PAIN SHOWS NO MERCY TO MY BODY NOR MY MIND
IT IS SOMETHING I MUST ALWAYS DEAL WITH I FIND

PAIN IS HERE EVERY MOMENT OF THE DAY AND NIGHT
IT SEND MY WHOLE UNIVERSE INTO AN UTTER PLIGHT

PAIN, ROUND ONE, ROUND TWO
WHAT AM I EVER GOING TO DO

PAIN, ROUND THREE, ROUND FOUR
I CAN NOT TAKE THIS MUCH MORE

PAIN, ROUND FIVE, ROUND SIX
LORD TAKE THIS,MAKE ME NOT SICK

PAIN, ROUND SEVEN, ROUND EIGHT
IS THIS REALLY GOING TO BE MY FATE

PAIN, ROUND NINE, ROUND TEN
WILL IT EVER COME TO AN END

PAIN, ROUND ELEVEN, ROUND TWELVE
THE LORD HAS PUT IT ON THE SHELVE

               PRAISE THE LORD

   

[Snowflake]

THE FOUR P'S

PAIN, PRAY, PEACE, PRAISE

PAIN IS WHAT I FEEL

PRAY IS WHAT I DO

PEACE IS WHAT I FIND

PRAISE IS WHAT I GIVE

[Snowflake]

MY DRAGON (NEVER SLEPT)

I SAY MY DRAGON BECAUSE HE IS MY OWN
HE LIVES HERE IN MY BODY AND MY HOME

I DID NOT INVITE HIM I DO NOT WANT HIM TO STAY
HE DID NOT TELL ME HE WAS GOING TO GET IN THE WAY

BUT FROM THE BEGINING I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG
MY MIND AND MY BODY COULD NOT SING THOSE OLD SONGS

THINGS STARTED CHANGING SLOWLY AT FIRST
I WANTED SOME ANSWERS THIS BECAME A THRIST

A LIFE CHANGE HAD TO BE MADE SO THIS I DID
THINKING I STILL HAD TIME TWENTYNINE IM A KID

THINGS NEVER LOOKED UP ONLY GOT WORSE
WENT TO SOME DOCTORS THEY WERE PERVERSE

TOLD I WAS CRAZY NEEDED TO SEE ONE OF THEIR FRIENDS
TO THIS I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE REALLY NO END

ONE DAY A NEW EAR LISTENED AND RAN SOME TEST
CAME BACK HIGH SCORES HE SENT ME TO THE SPECIALIST

FROM THERE MY MIND WAS PUT SOME AT EASE
THERE IS SOMETHING HAPPENING TO MY BODY DISEASE

A VIRUS HEPC THE SLEEPING DRAGON NOT TO ME
HES IN THERE REEKING HAVOC ONLY I COULD SEE

         

[Snowflake]

LOVE IS HOPE

LOVE BRINGS HOPE FOR ANOTHER DAY
JUST TO SEE FAMILY AND SIT AND PLAY

IT MAKES THINGS ALL WORTH WHILE
TO SEE THE FACE OF A SMILING CHILD

THE LOVE THAT YOU RECIEVE IS SO PURE
IT DOES THE SOUL GOOD THATS FOR SURE

THEIR LOVING GLANCES THEIR WARM EYES
IT MAKE YOUR HEART REALLY GROW IN SIZE

YOU HAVE HAD IT MADE FROM THE START
WITH YOUR FAMILYS LOVE IN YOUR HEART

     ITS TRUE/ NEVER ENDING/ HONEST
                UNCONDITIONAL

[Snowflake]

MY FUTURE

I HAVE NOT THOUGHT OF MY FUTURE FOR YEARS
FOR IT WOULD JUST BRING ME DOWN TO TEARS

ALL THE REGRETS THE PAIN THE HOPE'LESSNESS
JUST BROUGHT ON WAY WAY TO MUCH STRESS

BUT NOW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN  SO LONG
MY MIND IS BEGINING TO FEEL REAL STRONG

THE BODY IS BATTLING THIS VIRUS REALLY HARD
MIND FOLLOW AND RELEASE ME FROM THIS SHARD

TO THINK OF HAVING A FUTURE SUCH POSSIBILITIES
 NOW IT IS UP TO ME AND ALL OF MY ABILITIES

[linda]

  snowflake, your words touched me. i can sooo relate.   ~~linda~~

[Snowflake]

Hello Linda,

That is very kind of you to let me know that i have touched you. That makes very happy to know someone can relate to what i am feeling. I really enjoy rhymes. I have not writen anything in so many years. Now with being able to do even less, i find it comforting.

THANK YOU
   Winona

[Snowflake]

RAISE YOUR HANDS

THE LORD IS MY SHEPARD
   I SHALL NOT WANT
 HE MAKETH ME TO LAY DOWN

IN GREEN PASTURES OF OLD
WHERE STORYS ARE TOLD
THE LORD IS ALWAYS AROUND

HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON
SO WE MAY ALL BECOME AS ONE

HE GAVE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE
SO WE MAY ALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE

SO RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE LORD AND PRAY
RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE LORD EACH AND EVERYDAY

SO RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE LORD AND LET HIM KNOW YOU CARE
RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE LORD AND LET HIM KNOW YOUR THERE

RAISE YOUR HANDS TO THE LORD AND GIVE HIM PRAISE !!!

[linda]

AMEN!!!

[Snowflake]

            (((EVERYTHING IS MEANINGLESS)))



         REMEMBER YOUR CREATOR WHILE YOUNG

LIGHT IS SWEET, AND IT PLEASES THE EYES TO SEE THE SUN.

HOWEVER MANY YEARS A MAN LIVES LET HIM ENJOY THEM ALL. BUT LET HIM REMEMBER THE DAYS OF DARKNESS,FOR THEY WILL BE MANY. EVERYTHING TO COME IS MEANINGLESS.

BE HAPPY, YOUNG MAN, WHILE YOU ARE YOUNG, AND LET YOUR HEART GIVE YOU JOY IN THE DAYS OF YOUR YOUTH.FOLLOW THE WAYS OF YOUR HEART AND WHATEVER YOUR EYES SEE, BUT KNOW FOR ALL OF THESE THINGS GOD WILL BRING YOU TO JUDGEMENT.

SO THEN, BANISH ANXIETY FROM YOUR HEART AND CAST OFF THE TROUBLES OF YOUR BODY, FOR YOUTH AND VIGOR ARE MEANINGLESS.

REMEMBER YOUR CREATOR IN THE DAYS OF YOUR YOUTH, BEFORE THE DAYS OF TROUBLE COME AND THE YEARS APPROACH WHEN YOU WILL SAY, "I FIND NO PLEASURE IN THEM"---

BEFORE THE SUN AND LIGHT AND THE MOON AND STARS GROW DARK, AND THE CLOUDS RETURN AFTER THE RAIN;

WHEN THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE TREMBLE, AND THE STRONG MEN STOOP, WHEN THE GRINDERS CEASE BECAUSE THEY ARE FEW, AND THOSE LOOKING THUR THE WINDOW GROW DIM;

WHEN THE DOORS TO THE STREETS ARE CLOSED AND THE SOUND OF GRINDING FADES; WHEN MEN RISE UP AT THE SOUND OF BIRDS, BUT ALL THEIR SONGS GROW FAINT;

WHEN MEN ARE AFRAID OF HEIGHTS AND THE DANGERS IN THE STREETS;WHEN THE ALMOND TREE BLOSSOMS AND THE GRASSHOPPER DRAGS HIMSELF ALONG AND DESIRE IS NO LONGER STIRED.THE MAN GOES TO HIS ETERNAL HOME AND MORNERS GO ABOUT THE STREETS.

REMEMBER HIM - BEFORE THE SILVER CORD IS SEVERED, OR THE GOLDEN BOWL IS BROKEN;
BEFORE THE PITCHER IS SHATTERED AT THE SPRING, OR THE WHEEL BROKEN AT THE WELL,
AND THE DUST RETURNS TO THE GROUND IT CAME FROM, AND THE SPIRIT RETURNS TO GOD WHO GAVE IT.


 "MEANINGLESS ! MEANINGLESS !" SAY'S THE TEACHER.
                "EVERYTHING IS MEANINGLESS!"

[starbright4876]

The last one is incredible,I love reading "Snowflakes thoughts"......

[linda]

  me, too!!! thanks snowflake!!!

[Helen]

Those are great Snowflake. 

[Snowflake]

Thank You Ladies, 
Everything Is Meaningless is not mine as you may already know.  It is from Ecclesiastes 11:7-10.

These two poems are from my grand-daughter, she has been staying with us for a few day's while her parents are out of town and brought them for us to read. She began writing when she was very young. At the age of 10 or 11 she wrote her first book, it is a fictional story about 400 pages long. She has written two more since then, that i know of, if not more. I have not had the honor to read the last ones, yet. I'm still working on her.  

~MAGIC~

I MISS THE TIME WHEN FOREVER WAS TO LONG
NOW FOREVER ISN'T LONG ENOUGH,
I REMEMBER WHEN I USED TO PLAY
UPON THE SUN'S GROWING GRASS
NOW I PLAY UPON THE DARK
WHERE THE SUN REEKS OF BLOOD TO GO,

I DON'T KNOW OF MY FATAL REALITY
ITS TO FAR FROM MY WORLD
TOO FAR FROM THE SAFETY I HAVEN'T RECEIVED

WHEN I DREAM BACK INTO MY PAST
AND I CAN WATCH MYSELF
CLIMB THAT SAME CHERRY TREE
FEEL THE SAME ANTS UP MY HANDS
BUT WAKE TO RELIZE
I'M NOT WHAT I WANT TO BE
I'M NOT WHO I WAS
I'M EVERYTHING LIKE I NEED
I'M EVERYTHING I NEVER WANTED
I'M PERFECT IN MY OWN WAY
RELIZE THEY'RE THE FAKE
I'M THE REAL
I'M THE ONE THAT CAN ACCEPT MYSELF
AND REJECT MYSELF AT THE SAME MOMENT...

WHY DO I GO THOUGH PAINFULL DREAMS?
WHY CAN'T I BE THE NORMALITY WHORE?
WHY CAN'T I GO THROUGH THE NIGHT?
WITHOUT THESE PAINFUL THINGS?

I WISH FOR THE PAINTING OF MAGIC FAIRY DUST
AND THE CARELESSNESS OF STRAP-ON WINGS,
THE COLORFUL RAINBOWS I HAVE PAINTED
ONCE UPON LONG TIMES AGO,
THE PLASTIC WANDS YOU CARRIED AND CHANT LITTLE INNOCENT THINGS,
SPARKLES AND MAKE-UP
DRESSES OF PINK AND BLUE...

INNOCENCE IS A FAIRYTALES' WAY
AND GUILT IS A TEENAGED SIN

AND EVERYTHINGS SO LIKELY AND REAL
LIKE UNICORNS AND PIXIES...

I MISS THE TIMES I COULD FLY WITH FAKE FAIRY WINGS,
I MISS THE TIMES WHEN I FELT FREE

THE TIMES I COULD BREATHE WITHOUT TRYING TO BE PERFECT,
THE TIMES I COULD FEEL ALIVE.
THE TIMES WHEN MAGIC
WAS REAL

WRITTEN BY M.S.C.C. 5/06


~THE LOUDEST MIME~

STONED IN SILENCE-
THE MIME; HE IS-
HIS LIPS FORBIDDEN TO BE OPENED-
HIS VOICE DEAD INSIDE-
SILENCE TO EXPLODE TO BE HEARD AROUND THE WORLD

THE MIME;
ACTING OUT WITH SOLO SCENCES
OF WHAT IS SEEN,
BEING THE REAL SHOWING THE FAKE
OF THEIR FALSE HOOD.

EVEN BEING MUTE-
HE IS THE LOUDEST MAN.

WRITTEN BY M.S.C.C. 5/06