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Let me tell you about a neighbor of mine.

He had been my neighbor since 1979.

He had a loving wife and two children

He has died but we will see him again.

His death is hard for his friends and family to face.

He's in Heaven now which is a far better place.

It's tragic because his life came to an end

He was a great neighbor and a friend.

When I learned that he died, it was very sad.

But now he's in Heaven with my mom and dad.

Micheal an amazing inspired artist with the voice of angel.                                                          I only wished i had only half the skills you had to write.                                                               Your choice s were a might like a jolly person riding a bike                                                  . An an owl hunting prey taking flight into the midnight    your                                                    songs would fly so high as a kite. Like a dog taking a bite                                                   you as you reach gods heavenly light.your spirit and soul will forever stay bright in this life. .                                                                                                                                                                     Ode to micheal the lead singer of the group members of Inxs .                                                   One of my favorite music groups. That means the whole world to me .

My Most Sincere Prayer

Dear Lord, thank you for all you have given me. Forgive me my sins, please guide my heart, words and actions that I might be a better man tomorrow. Lord I swear on my soul. If I am given another chance,  I will give her all of me. I will give her honesty and trust.  I will keep my word to her in all things. I will strive to make us both more than we are. I will study and follow your way Lord, lead our house to you , and both of us ultimately into your Kingdom. I swear Lord that should you bless us with a child, it will be raised in your light, knowing of your word and your love. I will hold her above all things in this world, and apriciate her as the most precious gift that she has always been,  but I at times failed to see. I will make her my queen, I will bow before her,  humble in the presence of her grace. I will let her lead me when I am lost. And lead her should she ever be so. I will let her support me and hold me up when I am weary.  And I will never let her fall when she is the same. I will turn away from selfishness in all things, and put her needs and her desires above my own every time I am given the honor of having the opportunity. I promise to serve her, in any way I can every time I can,  and I will be vigilant, ever watching for ways to do so, that she not always need ask, and in so doing serve you. I will never mistreat, disrespect or neglect her. I will speak to her with patience , love and reverence, even should I become angry with her. I will never become lazy or complacent, but instead work tirelessly, that she may rest, or better, we rest togather when our work is done . I will love her Lord, I will love her so that my actions, words, deeds, and my determination to do so make stronger the very meaning of the word. I will conduct myself with composure and calm, never saying anything hurtful, or harsh. I will remember that she is not perfect and I will never expect her to be. Not one day Lord will I ever forget that I am but a poor wretch in her presence, a flawed and undeserving man standing in the light of an angel that you have sent to me. And I promise Lord that on my knees, I would declare every word of this before any who would hear me. Never hiding it from any for the sake of my own pride. I ask for your mercy Lord,  mercy and guidance for a poor sinner and a fool. In the name of Jesus I pray, 

Amen. 

My life would be so much better if you hadn't become sick and died.

You were a wonderful person because love was what you supplied.

My life would be so much better if you had gotten well.

But you died in the hospital and life became pure hell.

My life would be so much better if you were still around.

I wish I could still hear your voice because it was such a beautiful sound.

Your last name said it all, you were the best.

Because of you, the entire world was blessed.

You have left this world at the age of eighty-eight.

Your life is something that we should all celebrate.

For six years you dazzled us as Rosco P. Coltrane.

You died but your reruns will continue to entertain.

You starred in a few episodes of Bonanza and twice on the Andy Griffith Show.
You entertained us for several decades and all of your fans hated to see you go.

Talent should've been your middle name.

It's not surprising that you found fame.

You starred in a Twilight Zone episode and in Firecreek.

You will never be forgotten because you were unique. 

"A soul, which is full of belief,
Always generous, clever,
Feels compassion and grief-
Blessed forever..."

Dedicated to the defenders of Rhodes.

The good natured dawn gives a new, ordinary day
For the one whose brave soul has no any fear,
And though this cutting wind tries to rip his worn but reliable cloak
From his tired and wounded shoulder,
Yet he drives all his vague heavy doubts away,
While he has this sharp sword in his hand and the spear
He will never step back from this border.
So he stands here like a solid unbreakable rock
For in order not to let any foe come further.
And the dry, dusty ground is covered with a smock,
That brings bitterness into the eyes and the smell of burning tar,
Yet he sees the sunrise and there somewhere far
A jamb of magnificent cranes flying in the blue sky
For a moment, it brings him a feeling of his native place
Where once he vowed to carry mercy and grace,
Everywhere, be always fair and honest, to despise any lie,
Even always be ready at any moment to die,
Stand a danger face to face…

Many others like him there are standing side by side
Clad in armour and holding their shields in their arms,
Every one of them has a hot hammering heart,
That filled with spirit of holy belief and the pride.
They’ve come here not from the fields or the farms,
All of them are the masters of military art.

Call of duty has brought them together this time
To defend their Order of Hospitallers,
That is based on the island Rhodes at the edge of two seas
With their brave and strong leader the Grand Master Phillip de Villiers,
Who is more like a father for them, he is their prime,
Who never has his sensitive vigilance at ease.

The hard Turkish shelling destroyed the bell tower of St. Paul’s Church,
But it has not shaken the faith of the citizens in the defence,
And the English tower is brutally blasted; it looks like a ruthless and demonic torch,
Yet the defenders are trying to stop the invaders, this cruelty, and this violence.

Janissaries occupied the shore,
Right outside the inner walls of the destroyed English Tower,
And the knights are all ready to meet them and give them a worthy repulse.
There’re broken stones and the dust, every inch of the ground is sore
From the rise of the rage, that has a brutal and boundless power,
So that everyone can feel its frantic pulse.

For the years in the past
On this fruitful and beautiful island
Many people's thoughts and experience,
Like a fresh, lively wind covered everything fast,
Brought for many weak, sleepy souls the enlightenment and clearance,
So it finally became for them their new home and their land
In where an earthly man found the long awaited goodness at last,
Witnessed genuine grace and true compassion appearance,
Even some say that also the touch of the god's holy hand
Helped the people to build the place from the dust.

And now is the time,
When the fate presents the strength test of all residents,
And it shakes the entire island from the top and beneath.
The exhausted bells filled with anxious chime;
Again and again confirming the horror presence,
The Grand Master pulls out his sharp sword from its sheath.

Here he gives a clear sign
To be ready to go on the offensive,
The Knights of Saint John are in full ready state
There’s no time to lose, now the time is expensive,
And they bravely go forward to meet their fate;
None of them intents to resign,
Every one of them stands at this gate.

There is one of them with wounded shoulder,
Who with others, pulls out his strong sword from its sheath,
When the sharp stabbing pain shoots through the knight's bleeding hand;
Though the pain is still the pain even when you are wiser and older,
Yet he goes with the others, he clenches his teeth,
For in order to take this decisive last stand.

And the deafening clang
Of the swords crashes into the air,
The gap in the ranks quickly narrows.
Now the soldiers in the front line get a powerful thunderous bang,
And the crossbows release their deadly sharp arrows,
Taking lives of the good men and the men of the attacking gang,
Indiscriminately, rough, and unfair.

Janissary swings his sword,
And brings it down onto the knight
But he dodges the blow at the very last moment,
Then the knight gives his enemy a full worthy fight,
And defeats the opponent
Without any effort.

Another truculent foe,
Takes the chance and attacks him,
Shouting furiously, swallowing the dust,
Janissary's leaden face is brutal and grim,
Now the knight misses a sharp, deadly thrust
Of the enemy’s spear, and the powerful blow
Brings him down so ruthlessly and very fast,
So that he falls unconscious without any vim.
But his struggling mind still goes with the flow,
Clenching his bloody fists as the last.

For a moment he feels
Like the strength leaves him quickly,
And the hectic environment dissolves into the air,
Now the voices he hears waft vaguely and weakly,
Then, without any reason disappear somewhere,
And the pain from the wounds now is no longer there…

He opens his eyes,
And sees a beautiful glare;
It is all around him, and the glorious sound
Is flowing right out of the gorgeous, outgoing light
That is vast, so incredible, for there is no a certain bound
Of this place, that is friendly and heavenly bright,
It is open and clear, without a disguise,
And he looks with the wonder around
With the genuine delight and surprise.

“Where am I?
And what is this place?
It is beautiful and full of grace!”
And though he did not say it aloud,
Yet his thoughts had created the sound-
Like an echo in empty space.

Then he sees,
How out of the light
Glowing figures of people appear.
With the genuine ease
They approach to the knight.
Now their faces are visually clear.
There he falls on his knees,
He is so dazed and surprised.
For there are all his friends,
And the people he knows;
From the world's far ends,
Among them even those,
Who have died a long ago.
And everyone emanates
An unearthly, fine glow.
This environment creates
Sound's beautiful flow.

“Rise from your knees,
My dear, faithful friend”
The tender voice says gently from above;
“This place is a temple of holy grace and peace,
Your earthly trials came to their end,
Now you deserve forgiveness and love!”

“Please, go and join them,
They are all your friends,
You've saved your island, kept your strong belief,
Your earthly life will live on as a poem,
But holy life in here never ends,
And you’ll no longer know a loss and grief!”

The knight stands up,
And suddenly his soul fills up
With immense happiness and joy,
Its pure undefiled alloy...

       *           *           *

He joined his friends as story says,
And there were other knights,
Who perished there on those days,
And went to their holy lights.

Through all these years,
And centuries that gone,
Unfading memory of those uneasy roads,
That faithful knights and Philip de Villiers
There passed with honour, will live on,
About who bravely fell defending island Rhodes...

        ~~~~~+++~~~~~

You were born in December of 1975.

It's a shame that you didn't survive.

You were a great actress, one of the very best.

It's not surprising that you became a success.

Your life was cut short but at least you were able to be famous.
We all loved and adored you so very much, can you blame us?

When people attended your funeral, they mourned and cried.

If somebody has said that you had no talent, that person lied.

It was a fact that you were sweet and that you were very cute.

You were adorable, that's something that people won't dispute.

While you were eating lunch in the MGM Commissary, you were discovered.

You were hired to star in Poltergeist when Spielberg saw you with your mother.

Drew Barrymore was up for the role of Carol Anne but you were chosen instead.

The entire world was shocked and horrified when we learned that you were dead.

When you became sick, that was bad enough but your death was far worse.

Some people blame the Poltergeist films because they believe they were cursed.

Your success allowed your family to buy a house in California in Big Bear Lake.

It was tragic that the doctors didn't determine that your life was at stake.

You went to Big Bear Elementary School and was President of your class.

Sadly, it's been over two and a half decades since the day that you passed.

When you died, many of your fans wanted to scream at the top of their lungs.

You were only twelve years old when you were taken, that was far too young.

You starred in other movies, one of which was 'Massarati And The Brain'.
Your demise devastated everybody and brought about unbearable pain.