IF I MAY :

IF I MAY, WE ALL HAVE COME FROM THE SAME PLACE, LOOK AT YOUR FEET, OUR HANDS, YOUR ARMS AND YOUR COLORED HUMAN RACE.

IF I MAY, THIS IS OUR WORLD A HOME CALLED EARTH, IT SITS BOLDLY IN THIS PLACE CALLED GUEST WHAT,? THE  UNIVERSE

 THERE IS WATER, AIR,  AND FOOD FROM DIRT,  GIVEN TO US FOR ALL WE’RE  WORTH.

IF I MAY, JUST THINK OF SHARING OR CARING FOR SOMEONE YOU DON’T KNOW,

GIVE TO A WHOLE DIFFERENT COUNTRY SO THEY TOO MAY GROW,

HELP FEED A PERSON AS THEY WALK PITIFULLY INTO THE COLD WINDS AS THEY BLOW,

YOU KNOW, THEIR THERE,IN THE PRETTY WHITE DEEP AND OFTEN DEADLY SNOW.

HELP FIND  AND CARE FOR PEOPLE  WHO  HAVE  NOW GOTTEN VERY OLD, THERE TIRED,  SICK, LONELY AND MOVING SO, SO  VERY SLOW.

HELP A MOTHER WHO PRAYS FOR PEACE IN A LAND, WHERE MEN WHO BLESS BULLETS IN THEIR HANDS, ASKING THEM TO END LIFE  OF FATHERS, AND OTHERS AS SWIFT AS DEATH CAN KILL ANOTHER.

SAY A SIMPLE PRAYER, TO ALL OF GODS PEOPLE OUT THERE, IT IS SO MUCH REQUIRED FOR HUMAN BEINGS ENTIRELY  MOSTLY EVERYWHERE AND SAY ONE FOR YOU, AND YOURS AS WELL, BECAUSE IT IS BETTER TO CHANCE A HEAVEN THAN TO CHANCE A AFTER LIFE IN ETERNAL HELL.

DAVID A MORROW SR.

COPYRIGHTS 2016

 

Hearts inside the Womb

HB 014LOVED  FROM  YEARS THAT  HOURS OFTEN SCORNED, WITH A HAPPINESS NOW FORLORN, THAT HAS CRUSHED MY SOUL AND EQUALLY  TORN IT INTO PIECES AS THOUGH IT  WAS  NEVER BORN. YOU CAME UPON THIS SOUL, WITH YOUR LAUGHTER AND YOUR EYES OF MELTING GOLD, WITH A  PROMISE OF HERE AND AFTER OF TWO LIVES  GROWING  OLD WHILE ENJOYING  A LIFE OF HAPPINESS, NO SADNESS UNTIL THE END OF TIME. LIKE THE LIGHT FROM THE SHINING SUN A NEW BREATH OF EXCITEMENT HAD JUST BEEN WON , A WET KISS IN THE MORNING WHILE WE HURRIEDLY RUN AND THEN ANOTHER BEFORE DUSK HAD BEGUN. NOW IT IS OVER THIS DREAM ONCE AGAIN, A TEMPORARY FANTASY SHOULD BE CALLED A SIN, THE TIME THAT IS WASTED AGAIN AND AGAIN, IS THEIR ANY TRUE LOVE THAT BEGINS AND NEVER ENDS? IT IS LIKE MY HEART IS INSIDE OF A WOMB WAITING TO BE BORN SO TO LIVE AND HAVE A HAPPINESS THAT SHALL NEVER BE TORN.

DAVID A. MORROW SR.  aka  Penticular

COPYRIGHTS 2016

COME HERE

We can not  just cry because the bricks were stacked high ,nor can this pain defeat us, there shall not be another  repeat us, we are stronger than that, COME HERE , see what we have already achieved, standing so tall while kneeling on our knees, they  mocked us, they lied as well,  they the ones that only you and I can tell , while our best  pushes harder than hell,  and our backs hold our faith up while we continue on. . COME HERE to this promise of pretty, to this end of lost and land of plenty, COME HERE , WERE WE’LL STAND WITH NO MORE HELPING HANDS DO YOU COMPREHEND I really want to know?  Is  there ice out an of your mouth or complaints  that finalize your very   soul, or is your  back  not tired as it  cradles your spine , as you refused to stay  behind  and you decided to COME HERE.

ART  AND POEM TITLED : “COME HERE” (24” X  30″) acrylic original

 BY DAVID A. MORROW SR. aka  PENTICULAR01-14-2016 c h

copyrights 2016

 

 

IT IS I WHO I AM

YOU MUST GET DRESSED TO LOOK YOUR HOURS  BEST, TO PURSUE THESE THINGS THAT ARE IMPORTANT  AND NOTHING LESS. TO BE STRONGER THAN THE DIRT THAT ATTEMPTS TO DRAW YOU TO LIFE’S EXPEDITIOUS  TEST.  THERE ARE SO MANY TO LOVE AND  TO HOLD. TO BEGIN A  KISS WITH TIME BEFORE YOU ARE GREATLY OLD. THERE ARE OTHERS WHO MAY NOT ALWAYS AGREE WITH THIS. EVEN ABOVE THIS EARTH , WITH ITS TREES OF MIST AND STORMS THAT SOMETIMES  CURVE AND  SOMETIMES TWIST.   IT IS I  WHO I AM,  YOUR LIFE I SHARE WITH THIS UNIVERSE  WE STAND, YOUR PURPOSE TOWARD A HEAVEN BEYOND ANY GOLD, A FOREVER LOVE SONG  THAT SHALL COMFORT THOSE NIGHTS THAT CAN BE OFTEN COLD.   IT IS I WHO I AM, NOT JUST HERE WITH NOTHING BUT HOLDING HANDS, I LOOK INTO THE FRONT OF YOUR VERY SOUL, I SEEK THE DEEP BOUNDARIES WITH JUST A  GLANCE, OH YES,  A SECRET TEAR THAT CRIES AND NOT JUST BY CHANCE.  YOUR BREATH  IS THE PRAYER THAT OFTEN ASK FOR THINGS OF WANT AND CHANGE,  BUT   YOU HAVE TO FINISH A WAR THAT HAS  INFESTED THE DEPTHS IN THIS LIFE THAT STILL REMAINS.  IT IS I WHO I AM THAT  FIGHTS  FOR YOU EVERY TWENTY FOUR HOUR DAY  AND EVERY BLANKETED COVERED NIGHT.  IT IS I WHO I AM , THAT PLEADS TO YOU TO  ACHIEVE,  SO YOUR GENERATIONS WILL STAND  WITH CHRIST AND EMBRACE GOD’S PERFECT LIGHT WITH  ALL HIS GLORY AND LOVE TO GIVE, THIS IS THE FATHER WHO BREATHS SO YOU CAN LIVE, THIS IS THE FATHER THAT LIVES, IT IS I WHO I AM.

copyrights 2015 Artist and Writer

David A. Morrow SR ''PUPPY WALK'' by Artist David A. Morrow SR. copyrights 2014

 

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