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Lord, I'm on my knees again

Because the worst has happened

The death of a loved one

The loss of a job

I can't pay the bills

My wife no longer loves me

So I'm here today

Before the Lord of creation

The First and Last

And perhaps the best I can say

Is a hollow hallelujah

From an empty heart

“The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away

Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

For who knows

Perhaps by my suffering

Someone else may be blessed

Someone else might have hope

Someone else might see You through me

I can't see the future

I don't know the greater plan

But I believe, but I Know

That even in the hardest of times

I can rely on You to carry me

When I fall, let me fall into Your arms

Please take this broken life

This shattered jar of clay

And shape it into the man

That You need me to be

I trust You

I love You

And because of these

I know that I'll be ok

I wish that I could build windmills

In the vast and empty space between my ears

Maybe they would power my imagination

And feed my hopes and fears

I wish that I could plow the fields of my mind

And raise a bountiful crop

With lands and lands of growing ideas

Over hills and valleys until they drop

Into ravines and torrents of inspiration

Flowing through my very veins

Gushing, splashing onto paper

Roaring like oncoming trains

And blasting speedily through my write-block

Then coming steadily through my head

So I can be happy with my efforts

AND FINALLY, I CAN GO TO BED!

A thousand miles away

And once upon a time

I'd run the whole wide world

To put your hand in mine

I've waited for my whole life

And can wait a little more

For you to come along,

Someone I can adore

I've crossed the strangest countries

And weathered the wildest seas

Just to see your wondrous face

And fall upon my knees

I've ventured across the planet

It's tundras, deserts, and trees

But the greatest adventure of my life

Is: would you marry me?

It only takes a whisper

To break an eternity of silence

It only takes hope

To dispel a world of fear

It only takes love

To erase a history of hatred

It only takes a touch

To wipe away a tear

I suddenly sit

here thinking is it

really so far if

it doesn’t hurt my feet

to walk there, I

should have known

by the way

you looked at

me.

I should

have known how it

would feel to lose. Lose

a race, lose you, lose

me. Is it

really so bad

not to want, not to

have a clue who

I am or what I’m

doing, just

to want things to stay

the same?

I should

have known a lot of

things, like heartbreak

before it hit

me. I should

have known how fast

this wind would

carry me. Will

you hold the bravest

rarest most fragile

parts of me even when

they don’t look like

love?

The ancients declared that all is meaningless

A chasing after the wind

The modernists claim that nothing is real

A consuming, constant dream

So what shall we say on our mortality;

What should we surmise of our souls?

We've all been screaming what we want to hear

And yet the truth quietly whispers, drowning our voices

We pay our very souls to safely cross the river Styx

Only to find that we can't leave Charon without them

We give our all to gain what our hearts desire,

And realize that we have lost everything to gain nothing

What man can bring back one second of his life;

Yet time seems worthless without entertainment

We campaign to save our fellow man,

By placing funds in already full pockets

Humans are dimensional amphibians, living both spirit and body,

The ghost in the machine

How light a heart in love!

How heavy a heart in sorrow

The weight of a soul drags me down

But hope can keep me alight

We strive for goodness through deeds and laws,

But laws are not for good deeds, or good people

We cannot live long alone, and yet push others away,

Until we are left with only our “selves”

We push and strive to become better than ourselves

Yet we can only grow inside our own nature

At what point in our quest to become God

Did we convert into the devil instead?

Out to Lunch

By jfarrell

You see….

I pass you your fries and burger and grab your drink;

But, I am so not here;

Sorry.

Arms, legs…. other bits…

All auto pilot; sorry;

Like Clark Kent stuck in the phone booth

You don’t see me;

You see what’s left behind.

As I give you your diet cola with extra ice…

I am in some imaginary battleground;

Orcs, dragons, dinosaurs, elves;

Humans…. ATTENTION, lunch is served;

Diving in and out of foxholes;

Crawling low as I can through muck;

Tossing a few fragment grenades

And commanding my pet dinosaurs to flank the enemy;

Having a dwarf’s axe bury itself so close to my head

I no longer the long haired rocker I was,

But being a skinhead seems to make me look tougher

The alliance run from me in terror…

“so, 2 burgers, 3 small fries, and 4 colas (1 with with extra ice)….”

BUGGER!!! THAT HURT!!!!

Where did the dragon come from?

Cheating putin-paid-russian- better than us European players (maybe?)

If you believe we lose Alterac Valley so much,

Because Alliance are all Russian hackers….

I dunno, maybe horde is really that bad.

Let’s be honest….

We wanna chop someone’s head off now,

Not waste 10 minutes discussing tactics…

“that’ll be £12.58… any doughnuts?….

Or our vanilla triple whipped cream, crammed with goodies, milkshake, on special offer…..

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Horde win again

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WE ROCK

“Thank you sir, would you like a receipt?

And, please enjoy the game.”

With a big shiney smile as I hand you your receipt and change;

And….

Move on to the next customer.

If it is YOU I am serving,

I am SO sorry, I mean no discourtesy or disrespect;

I am out to lunch

And have been a very, very long time.

And all my battles have a rocking sound track;

From the earliest blues, I am THE Crossroads;

To “take my hand;

Off to never-never land”

The “blues brothers” tell me, I’m guilty;

And sting says “we’re starting up a brand new day.”

Dire straits gave me a six-blade knife (my secret weapon);

And

“two thousand zero zero, party over,

“we’re out of time”.. Prince is a LEGEND (sorry)

I hand the next customer his hotdog, with extra stuff on top;

Sorry, but, I not here;

Out to lunch… please leave a message at the beep

And, enjoy your stay :-)

Happy Birthday Warcraft

By jfarrell

(to the greatest video game in the world - in my opinion)

Happy 13^th Birthday to World of Warcraft,

And a big shout out for my guild, Nascent;

13 years I have lived this game

And it’s been far better than my real life (big truth).

From my first warlock killing boars in the Valley of Trials,

And holding the siege at Crossroads

As the Alliance attacked in their thousands;

Trying to wipe us from extinction.

To my resto-druid, Slugbrain, healing valiantly,

As my guild took down Kiljadeen on mythic;

Them raid dungeons can be tough;

Especially as my brain turns off when the tactics are explained.

But my heart lies in Warsong Gulch;

As does a leg, my left ear;

And I’m sure I lost an eye there, too;

PVP (player versus player for noobs :-) ) is my life!

Whether twirling my shiny swords as I start battle;

Or holding my staff aloft, with all the power of Gandalf;

PVP is the closest I can get to legal murder :-)

Thank you World of Warcraft; happy 13^th birthday.

(and thanks Blizzard, the company behind WoW)

Love is like hot cocoa

On a cold winters day

Snuggled up in a blanket

Watching the snow outside

Love is like having a dream

Good or bad, it doesn't matter

Because if you roll over

You'll be held all night long

Love is like waking up

To dew outside your tent

The birds singing for the morning

 And the smell of a woodfire