You may think me different or perhaps a little odd

For I am not religious...but I do believe in God.


“Why that can’t be.” You tell yourself. He is a little odd.

For he has to be religious if he believes in God.


I am not a theologian nor have I been formally trained

But I can think and I can feel...for God has given me a brain.


And my brain tells me my feelings are not at all absurd

For the line between the God I know and religion has been blurred.


Blurred by man who takes Gods words and in his name creates

A religion he thinks absolute...and thus discriminates.


Then other men create more religions and here’s where thing get odd

Soon we have a world of religions and just as many Gods.


Until the world is segregated and often times bereaved

By religions and the different Gods in which we all believe.


No matter what name religion gives their God I’m sure he or she’s dismayed

As she watches man explain her words in so many different ways.


What we have now is a world that, to me, seems a little odd

When so many people hate each other...all in the name of God.


Now I certainly don’t have all the answers and in many ways I’m flawed.

But let me introduce to you my non-religious God.


My God sits not upon a mountain top or on a throne high in the sky

And he does not wait to judge me the moment that I die.


My God resides within my heart and he helps to calm my soul

He befriends me on my journey but let’s me be in control.


My God advises and supports and helps guide me down my path

I certainly stand in awe of him but I do not fear his wrath.


My God believes in faith but his prophecies aren’t grim.

Because he has as much faith in me as I have faith in him.


My God believes in hope. He is not the voice of doom

For is it not hope in the seedling that allows the rose to bloom?


My God believes in charity, he knows the key for us to live

Is not how much we take in life...but how much we give.


Most of all my God believes in love. He knows it shall light the way

And he cares not if I am straight, or Bi, or lesbian or gay.


My God does not discriminate by the color of my skin.

And he cares not if I am young or old or overweight or thin.


My God does not see differences in man or womankind.

He loves each person equally...I think my God is blind.


(As I look out on the Earth today, on the world man has designed

Perhaps it would be easier if we were all a little blind!)


My God does not choose vengeance he has no capacity to hate

It is man, through his religion, who will judge and desecrate.


My God’s heart is filled with sorrow, his soul is filled with shame

When people maim and murder...and do so in his name.


My God feels only agony and oh how he abhors

When people use Him as a reason to fight a holy war.


For my God knows no war is holy and he wishes they would cease

He prays for man to use His name and live in holy peace.


No matter what people call their God I know He or She is sad

When they praise Her for the good in life or blame Him for the bad.


You see, My God is often times confused and certainly perplexed

When people think he controls what happens in this world or the next.


My God knows good and bad are part of life...I think this makes him wise

He knows everyone can find happiness and he knows everybody dies.


My God’s given me the ability to decide what’s right from wrong

Yet he accepts I’ll make mistakes for he knows my journey’s long.


So all He asks of me is kindness and to treat everyone the same

That when I die people will smile at the mere mention of my name.


For nothing in this world would bring a broader smile to My God’s face

Than knowing everyone created would leave this world a better place.


If we wish for this world to be different...then we all have to be a little odd


Perhaps we all should be less religious...and have more faith in God.

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The joy of the lord is spoken of quite often, but do you realy know of what you say.

How endless like the waves.  Going on forever, like the stars on high. 

When you feel his joy, you are only feeling a small, small part, of what his joy can be. 

Open your heart, open your mind to all that he can be.  - 2001




A revelation is a wonderful thing. 

A new idea, a new song to sing, a new way of thinking.

His revelations are better then these, they bring you peace of mind, they heal all wounds in time.  - 2001



Every time you think that you have reached, all of what worship can be.

There are places down the line, that you have yet to see.  -2002




Church should be a place to worship, a place of joy and peace.

A stronghold, a faith movement, not a place to just stand and sing.

Thats what it should be.

What have we done to worship, my love so dear and strong.

You stand, and you sway, but do you really know the way.

In god we worship, in god we praise.

God will always lead you to a bright and better day, a bright and better way.  -2003



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a collection of poems that I have written over the years, they all revolve around church, praise, and worship.

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Get Up

I'm right here on the floor, lying still and broken

unable to reach the door.


I hear you knocking, begging me to get up,

but I'm not yet up to the chore.


I can't take it anymore...


I've given up my will to live. It's gone far away

as far as the ocean is deep.


I'm drowning in my sorrow...then it hits me.

You're still knocking, waiting for me.


I've found my strength once more...


And I get up off of the floor!

I stumble to the door,

and there I find your loving arms

waiting for my exhausted soul!


You never gave up on me, even when I did.

When I hated myself, you showed me what true love is.


I screamed out loud, "WHERE ARE YOU GOD?! WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME?!"

and then you showed me who you are...reminded me of what you did.


Here we go again...


And I got up off of the floor!

I stumbled to the door,

and there I found your loving arms

waiting for my exhausted soul!


You never gave up this fight,

and neither will I.

As tough as my road might be,

I choose the one with stumbling blocks

where there's not enough light to see

you standing in front of me, leading me,

showing me the way.

So Lord, I thank you for the day...


that I got up off of the floor!

I stumbled to the door,

and there I found your loving arms

waiting for my exhausted soul!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The last year has been quite a long journey for me, and most of it hasn't felt very good. However, my faith is here, and I feel as strong as ever. True strength comes from knowing how weak you truly are, and admitting it to yourself. That's usually the hard part when you think you're strong...admitting your weak...yeah. I'm pretty weak, but I will never give up.

Latent Prince





Part I of II



This is the story of Larry Joe Prince

And the way Arizona stole his innocence.

It is written with hope that there may come a day

When a wise judge will grant him his moment to say

All the things so conveniently left out of court,

Made American “justice” look more like a sport,

With a high-priced attorney that didn’t think clear,

And the false testimony of one with much fear,

And the state prosecute thought “I’ll surely reach fame”,

He said, “Hell, I don’t care who the state wants to blame,

It’s a paycheck to me; I don’t care about truths,

It’s my ego I feed, I’m a low lying sleuth!!”


So they all drew their “guns” on that guy Mr. Prince,

Absolutely no shred of secure evidence,

They proceeded to send him to death row to sit,

For the murder of one that he did not commit,

And the biggest and worst sin of all that was done,

Was the way that the people held on to their “guns”,

They embraced all the lies to evade what was clear,

As revenge prevailed justice with each little tear,

And for those in the grave who just watch from above,

With no longer a voice to teach them that real love,

Is not proven by putting the blame on a man,

Just because he is there….cause the courts and you can,


See the proof of one’s love speaks out so very clear,

Even after the grave when one’s body’s not here,

You will hear their soul cry, and you’ll then know for sure,

If they’re resting in peace or they’re haunted some more.


There are families that hide from life’s reality,

The dead man in this case begs you hear his soul’s plea,

Make amends for the errors you’ve made in the past,

And put down all those stones, and those already cast,

If this dead man could speak he’d have something to say,

Of the circus that ran through the courtroom that day,

And if not for the dead man then do it for you,

Cause we all have to answer to God what is true,

Larry Prince knows he’s clear and he wins either way,

                              Cause he’s INNOCENT judge, the state’s in disarray.                                

So please read all with care on this day we implore,

Please don’t look at this life as a game where you score,

It’s integrity that is of stake in this court,

And it’s not mine or yours it’s this country’s that’s short

Of a quality no longer active today,

If it dies, it’s the lives of our loved one’s…they’ll pay.

Take your time, read it all, and be true to your heart,

And we’ll all pray it’s not too late for a new start.



Part II of II



They all loved cocaine but they hid it from Dad,

He just couldn’t believe that his kids could be “bad”,

So his eyes he did close, and they stayed tightly shut,

While his best offspring died with that stuff in his gut,

And they said, “It was murder”, and placed the blame there,

Yes, it’s true ‘bout that bullet and blood in his hair,

And the roots of that crime have been hidden so well,

By the real guilty ones with the lies they did tell,

For those self-righteous ones that just stared and stood by,

And condoned this deceit without batting an eye,

For the cowards that watched as the killers went free,

Be aware this could happen to you or to me,

And your sons or your daughters could one day be led

To a place where they wish they would rather be dead,

So now don’t be afraid to let truths in your ears

When your children are hurting with eyes full of tears,

Don’t you cower or shudder, don’t whine and don’t wince,

And remember the story of Larry Joe Prince.


Written in parts, from 2000-2002

Original Copyright 2002 

Registration Number / Date:

                   TXu001112792 / 2002-12-02




07/21/13 ©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

The story of how justice can go awry when emotions rule instead of justice ruling.



The Irony Of Possession




keeping someone locked 

inside a chamber or a cell

is not a punishment to them,

as much it is your own self made hell.


accept the delusion,

within your mind,

you will then be free,

and life will be more kind.


you're nobody different,

from anyone else in this game,

half of you is different,

and half is the same.


so we are all different,

and we are all the same,

but you seem not to want to accept that,

you still want to think your 100% special,


that, to me,

is a pitiful shame.



5:37 PM 7/18/2013 ©



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Love Is Different For Each Person





Love is a delusion,

And yet it is everything we see,

This delusion lives in you, 

And it also lives in me,

For no one has proven 

That it even exists,

This makes people angry sometimes,

And can cause to make them really pissed,

But 'delusion' is just a word,

To explain a point in time,

A marker, a place in space,

Like an unspoken word of the poet's rhyme,

Above is below us,

And this has been found to be proven,

So there is no sense in getting angry over it,

To be angry over it isn't even behooven,

It is wasted energy to be angry about nothing,

Especially a delusion, that has never been proven!!




Live your life trying to be love.

Be the change you want to see in your life,

and the world around you.

You will find it becomes contagious. 





Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about words and how they affect people when they are read without the heart present.

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true blue

Nature / Folder 1






that's so true blue...

my favorite color of the sky,

for trust is built with sincerity,

and that is no lie,

love is something we all relate to,

and yet can mean a different thing to us each,

so placing some hope in love alone

makes trust within our reach.


2013 © inspired by stars--- 'trust'



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ice cold numbness

bathing the hands and feet

of soldiers past

doused in healing water

reaching into portals beyond

and flesh and bones 

of days gone by

and a time where sirens

fill the skies

the laughter of chidren dies


he glazed the tip of the scapel

to the wound in my mind

unknowing if whether

the stitch would hold

but had faith in the light of my eyes

her pain was great and lasted years

but the greater pain seen in his tears

a universal bandaid was what he saw

to nulify the scars of war


the surgeon's hopes 

are filled with fears

but love outlasts

all human tears




12:48 PM 7/4/2013





Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is about an experience gifted to me by a doctor whose care i was once under as a child.

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A Healing In Heaven



Not a one of us own tomorrow,

We are only even borrowing, today.

Every moment of our life is lived,

With death, a mere heartbeat away.


But we can't live on the 'what if' side,

We must make the most, of here and now.

For God wishes us to live, a life quite full,

In every day, He does graciously allow.


We all carry, our own share of burdens,

Some light, and some pretty excessive.

What matters most, is how we approach them,

Are we passively weak or Faithfully aggressive?


Myself, I am a tenacious fighter,

I won't go down without an all out assault.

And I have a Mighty God, in my corner,

So I'll never win by a 'mere' default.


It'll be a triumph, no matter what,

If not by win, then by His grand design.

For only He knows, the final score,

But either way, the victory is mine.


You see, I know, I may never be healed,

Upon this earth, which we now endure.

But healing, most assuredly, will come in Heaven,

For in only our Lord, awaits my cure!








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