Today…

I have some new posts at Musical Dreams and Angelic Dreams that you should check out if interested.  I have a lot on my plate but will hopefully be back to writing poetry within this year. I appreciate all my readers and hope that you all will enjoy the other two ‘connected’ blogs as well. Posts on Muscial Dreams is more of a daily life blog and reveals some insight into what I have been handling; along with my nerdy insights to topics I am interested in.  Angelic Dreams is where I like to post my short stories.  I am currently gathering information for a religious post on Musical Dreams.

Thank you all for reading and hope to see you ‘here’ soon.

Thanks,

Jana

Syria 3

Pray for Syria.


Syria Human Rights Investigator Manages to Enter Syria

Russia says Syria downing of Turkey jet not ‘provocation’

“What we have here is a FAILURE to COMMUNICATE” -Guns N Roses

Now I will break their yoke from your neck and tear your shackles away. Nahum 1:3

Psalm 144

Praise be to the LORD my ROCK
who trains my hands for war,
my fingers for battle.
He is my loving GOD and my
fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my SHIELD, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples under me.

O LORD, what is man that you care
for him,
the son of man that you think of him?
Man is like a breath;
his days are like a fleeting shadow.

Part your heavens, O LORD, and COME DOWN;
touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
Send forth lightning and scatter,
the enemies;
SHOOT YOUR ARROWS and rout them.
Reach down your hand from on high;
deliver me and rescue me
from the mighty waters,
from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies;
whose right hands are deceitful.

I will sing a NEW SONG to you,
O GOD;
on the ten stringed lyre I will
make music to you,
to the ONE who gives VICTORY to
kings,
who delivers his servant David
from the deadly sword.

Deliver me and rescue me
from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies,
whose right hands are deceitful.

Then our sons in their youth
will be like well nurtured plants,
and our daughters will be like pillars
carved to adorn a palace.
Our barns will be filled
with every kind of provision.
Our sheep will increase by
thousands,
by tens of thousands in our fields;
our oxen will draw heavy loads.
There will be no breaching of walls,
no going into captivity,
no cry of distress in our streets.

Blessed are the people of whom this
is true;
blessed are the people whose GOD
is the LORD.

In Jesus’ name we pray.
AMEN.

Shadowman

Shadowman dances on footsteps of old
Could these ancient sands be so bold
To imprint the day’s journey til wind blows
Shadowman dances til time slows
Shadowman lightens the wicker man’s load

Stop in the journey, memories to hold
Shadowman awaits in the cold
The ebb of this long journey flows and flows
Shadowman dances til time slows
Shadowman dances on footsteps of old

Hands held together in a gentle fold
Shadows break into a new mold
A glance over the shoulder quickly shows
Shadowman dances til time slows
Shadowman dances on footsteps of old

2011

Lost

Three Days Grace Vivo

Anyone who knows me knows this is one of my favorite bands. It’s actually a family favorite-as soon as my brother in law gets his guitar fixed, we are going to do a horribly sung cover of this song (with yours truly singing off key like a beast). Anyway. The following sappy triolet is what I came up with after listening to this song. Enjoy, make fun, whatevs. huzzah!

Losing myself was never so fun
As when I was lost in you
It was precious moments in the sun
Losing myself was never so fun
Where had it all begun
This magical thing called you
Losing myself was never so fun
As when I was lost in you.

12-6-10

Fall For Me

Your fall a chance for to me hope
I wish upon you, shooting star
The sight of you helping me cope

For one moment I will not mope
Bright and shining and from afar
Your fall a chance for me to hope

This feeling, I’ll take both hands and grope
It’s definitely above par
The sight of you helping me cope

I’d like to catch you with a rope
Even though my hands, they would mar
Your fall a chance for me to hope

I see you with my telescope
Beautiful, lovely shooting star
The sight of you helping me cope

Now I have no reason to mope
Memories remain of my star
Your fall a chance for me to hope
The sight of you helping me cope.

Delirious

delirious

it’s my fear of belief

oh!

bring your caring

bag of the world

enter in

believe it, friend

believe it, my

periphery is muddling

I can’t think

I can’t see

tears

noxious confoundery

trust

not considered

indigo decisions keep you

from deciding

on merriment

stay

keep a safe

distance

undying needs

loyalty and winds

die out

from 5/14/12