A God I can't see

A God I can’t see

Each and everyday….

To the son, my savior, I pray.

Asking him to please

Remove my sins with ease.

And when he’s fulfilled my request

I try living my life the best.

While walking in his love

Knowing he’s watching me from up above.

Sometimes I stumble and fail

Though he won’t turn his back and bail.

He reaches out his hand

He helps my spirit to stand.

In the center of his light

Against the evils of Satan we fight.

I know one day we’ll win

Then the glory of Heaven will begin.

One day my body will die

My soul will be free to fly.

Up to the pearly gates

Where Saint Peter won’t make me wait.

He’ll open the gates real wide

And there; standing just inside.

Are those I have loved that have passed.

I’ll join them again at last.

Knowing I’ll never be alone

In death I’ve finely come home.

This is why on bended knee

I pray to a God I can’t see.

My faith in him so strong

I know it can’t be wrong.

To the father through the son

My salvation has begun.

©2005 Paul (ChryWizard) Posney

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Emotional Stability


Happiness is a state of events
Open, closed, but events

Sadness is unopened dreams,
Aware, unaware, but still dreams

Alcohol is not a solution
It's a problem, but feels like a solution

Cigarettes feel happy,
But cause so much unnecessary pain

Dope feels like it should work,
It's causes too much paranoia...

Happiness is a journey
Sadness is the problem.

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Can Angel's Cry

Volume One



Can Angels Cry”




Can angels cry

and when they speak do they lie?

Can their beauty ever die

because their perfect and pure

how come we are not so sure.

Can angels cry?

What makes you think they can even fly

who said an angel couldn't be a person

who said an angel didn't have emotions

and even movement and motion

such beauty should be adored

and not ignored.

Can angels cry

I don't know, but if so

I just want to be there to slowly wipe

the tears from my angel's face.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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Wherever You Lead

Ugonna Wachuku


The end of the day is drawing near.

The end of dreams and hope is winding

its weary way down green mountain slopes

and lush country-sides.  


There is a windy wave painting patterns

and rainbows on the cute canvas of my

soul. There are birds singing a dirge

for new hope in life.  


With the fresh fragrance of that dewy

despair in your simple soul, you flower

fleeing gardens in the deeper me.

There are bleak roads and bountiful



There are dreams, realities and riddles 

and hope. There are longings and

age-long yearnings.  


Your heart is beating fast.

Mine is beating fast too 

on this trying journey called



Mountains and hills stand tall;

rising so high to kiss the sky's

blue-grey lips. Windows and shadows

open before this road that I have to

take. There are dreams, riddles and

brilliant blossoming hope. 


I ponder at that tasty aroma from the

sweet despair in your simple soul:

Sometimes, it seems all dark.

Somedays, it feels all lost.  


Somehow, it echoes hopelessness.

Somewhere, it shows a world in

hatred; a planet in conflict with

the inspirational breath of her own



Now, it really feels all dark.

Yet, there is a smiling sea of 

love in every human heart: 


I am the light of the world 

on so hopeful hills and 

towering mountain tops. 


There is a life-giving well in

the sea of empty hearts.

There is love and emerald in

your weary eyes.  


Even when they wish you dead,

there are doors to life on

the welcoming threshold of

heaven's lush country-side.  


I know: because, I've been there.

There are new roads of opportunity

and dreams to follow.


There are welcoming nightingales

and caring angels on this avenue

to life and hope, inspiring.  


There are waterfalls and rivers of

love wherever you lead. Wherever

you lead, there are guiding stars

and soothing sea waves on

the blessed beach.


There is peace. There is

joy. There is truth.

There is life - wherever

you lead.  


Wherever you lead:

My heaven's love.

My life.

My saving lamb,

wherever you lead,

I will follow.  


Take my little,

feeble hand.

Take my hungry



Lead me to your

well of life and

hope because there

are smiling handsome

hawks swooping in on

the landscape of my

pleading soul.  


Let me not see these

tall mountains and

howling hills. Be in

my small head.

Let me cast my cares

and burdens on you.

Take my little hand.

Wherever you lead:

I will follow. 


Take my worries.

Take my little,

feeble hand.

I am nothing.

I am empty.

Take my







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Wherever You Lead 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 


Cathy Choffin


Wow! What a wonderfully written testimony. Your every word mirrors my own life, and relationship.  From the very first stanza to the last word, I felt your want to follow. To break free of the hold life so tightly grips on us.  Great poem. Truely blessed am I to have read it.  




Dewey Davis


...a smiling sea of love/in every human heart.. That line, in the heart of this poem, is one of the lines of poetry that one tends to remember forever. This poem put me in a lovely, peaceful place. I can imagine myself inside the beautiful landscape you describe. Definitely, a tremendous sense of inner peace can be found in this poem. Thank you for sharing this. 



Teresa Jacobs


My friend you make me feel good. You paint such beautiful pictures with your words. I am awe struck at the brilliance of this poem. It's meaning is universal. Oh so beautiful is this poem. I must read this poem many times and soak-up the beauty of it's message. Thank you. You are wonderful. 



Robin Schmidt


Well done Ugonna, this is my favorite, of all of your works, and I do like them all. This one simply captured me, it's amazing! Great job! I love it!! It paints a beautiful picture in my mind, that this poem deserves a second and a third read if not more. I have to refer my friend to this poem and to the rest of your brilliant pieces, for I know she too will be swept away by this wonderful masterpiece. Thank you!! Peace and much love to you! 

Yours truly,  

Robin aka Starlite_angel


2002-02-26 15:39:22 


Lesa Gay


Dear Ugona,  

Whenever I get the chance to come and visit you, I leave in awe at the mastery of your words. Such beautiful images you paint and what great truths you leave us with to ponder. 







2003-02-04 03:28:41 


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The Road

Ugonna Wachuku



You are the road.
I am the seeker.
Then, show me
the way.  


You are the river.
I am the boat.
Then, float me to 



You are the wind.
I am the eagle.
Then, glide me to
towering clouds and
unseen mountain tops.


You are the rain.
I am the flower.
Then, give me water
to grow.


You are the flower.
I am the butterfly.
Then, let me touch
your ripe, blue bud
with a kiss.


You are the tree.
I am humankind.
Then, show me how
to climb.


Remember, you are the
road. I am the seeker.
Then, show me the way.


You are angel.
Then show me heaven.
Yet, you are the road.
I am the simple seeker.  


The Road  


~ Critiques/Comments ~ 


Gwendrina Howe


Dear Ugonna,  again, this poem brings me truth and spiritual pleasure. "You are the road, I am the seeker" - how wonderfully stated! Your analogies are drawn from the depth and simplicity of nature's beauty to make the reader enlightened by this path of knowledge. This verse fills me with deep peace and renewed hope. Thank you, Wendy   



Helen Schmidt


A lovely poem, Ugonna!  You illustrate so clearly how interdependent the various aspects of life are upon one another. We are always searching for answers, and so many of them lie in nature. Beautiful words!  




Rachelle Wiegand


Came here from your interview with Deborah, Ugonna :) Wonderful interview, wonderful poetics!  Thank you for sharing!!  :) 



Ken Corbett


This is my favorite work of yours, so far. You are skilled at using the small words to great advantage.

The pictures you paint here are clear and strong.  




Tim / manatee Marshall


HI~like we said in the hipie days (HEAVY MAN) lol A+,your writings are like songs and i'm using what someone told me 

it plays at the very best time to go along with what i'm already thinking simular thoughts of,thank you


2002-05-02 17:10:48  


Netta Jack


Love the simplicity yet deep message in this piece. Very nice work. Thanks for sharing.


2003-01-21 18:21:18


Jayati Gupta


Man seeks God provides! Wonderful poems you write.


2004-09-27 14:41:41  


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