poem

God Loves Killers

Samson was a Killer

David was a Killer

Paul was a Killer

Job was not a killer

Jesus was not a Killer

Jesus was not a Killer

Follow Jesus

luke 12:12

For the Holy Spirit will teach you in that very hour what you ought to say.”

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Prayer and trofranil

The third eye was opened

God closed it back

Slippery is that slope

No coming back

Read Psalms 35

What’s your name

“Chaos”

Chaos governs

Shape shifting heads

Familiar voices

Bolder and louder

Uttering colder

Fear is winning

My test this

Alone in ominous seas .

“Demons after you” The strong man said

Bind it on earth

Trek through deserts

So-realness in reality

Tribute to Bob Price – A poem

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Someone found the fountain of youth

And no one knew

What did they do ?

They defied nature

And put on a caper

To never stop try

Became one with danger

Falls

Close calls

Made you greater

A kid to the end

Mountain among men

You choose the time

When we pick up pen

and write

Someone found the fountain of youth

And no one knew

Bob Price who was killed while taking part in the Isle of Man TT

Bob Price, 65, from Stroud, Gloucestershire, died in a crash at Ballaugh on the third lap of the 37.5 mile (60 km) Mountain course on 2 June.

The car repair shop owner first competed at the TT in 1992.

Flight

It burns my nose 

Vividly 

Wildly 

I’m running now

Seeking satiation 

Your path makes you happy 

Marriage and Alsatians

I Prefer Cessna’s and Meditation

So close but still some canyons

Breathe

Hold on

Extend hands

Take the dive 

That’s where I’m strong