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Night by William Blake

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion’s ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, ‘Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life’s river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o’er the fold.’


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“Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe

Here’s a little something from one of my favorite poets.


From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were — I have not seen

As others saw — I could not bring

My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow — I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —

From the red cliff of the mountain —

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by —

From the thunder, and the storm —

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view —

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Bond Through Music

Whenever I miss you, whenever I’m down

I listen to one of your favorite songs

It gives a smile to my frown

And it’s right where I belong


The melody, the lyrics, engulfs my soul

I close my eyes and I see you, feel you’re near

I feel the rhythm, my heart it stole

Just like how you would remove all my fears


I cuddle myself as I listen and feel each beat

to the beat of my own heart

We may not see each other often now

But I pray the music that binds us

will help us get through this somehow

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My Fairy

I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said “You must not weep”
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,
It says “You must not laugh”
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said “You must not quaff”.

When once a meal I wished to taste
It said “You must not bite”
When to the wars I went in haste
It said “You must not fight”.

“What may I do?” at length I cried,
Tired of the painful task.
The fairy quietly replied,
And said “You must not ask”.

-Lewis Carroll-

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A Son’s Pain

Until the end of the day, I sit and pray
Looking towards the heaven, looking  toward that day.
The day when life will unfold it’s plan
To a needy young  man trying to make it through this land.
Had dreams of wealth, happiness  galore
But only received nightmares, Lord I can’t take any more.
Please  lead me to that path that You have set for me
My patience is running short.  Where do you want me to be?
I know I am one of your angels, one without the  wings
I try to be kind and peaceful, bring to people wonderful things.
But  I feel more hurt that happiness, tears continue to flow
I see so much more  with my life, but things are happening slow.
So I ask you, Father, please  show me your full grace
Because I am tired of hiding my smile underneath the  pain on this face


-James Toles


Source: A Son’s Pain, God Poem

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You Take Me There

As I search for your Saving grace,
I know one day I’ll see your face.
Waiting is the hardest thing for me,
I know with you I will be so  free.
You take me up and lay me back down,
I know with you I am and will  be found.
I seek you each day and seek your name,
I am nothing without you or your Fame.
Waking with you, you give me power,
To make it another day and another hour.
Learning your word is oh so smart,
I love you Lord with  all my heart.
You gave up for me all your life,
We could not stop all the  strife.
Everyday I will always say,
I long to return to you one  day.
Love me Lord and keep me strong,
Without you I can never get  alone.
So hear my prayers as bring me peace,
My sins Oh Lord will slowly  cease.
My heart is heavy and I am weak,
Your love is strong as you speak.
Keep me safe at comforts arms,
Give me grace without any  harm.
Give me eternity and take me home,
That day I will never be alone.

– Ralph Quinonez

Source: You Take Me There, God Poem

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Sweeney Among The Nightingales

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees
Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganized upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;
The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;
The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;
She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,
Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;
The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,
And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid droppings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.
-T.S. Eliot-