A Song of - LOVE ! - Law - http://maxpages.com/copbrutality/Poems

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After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of an adult
Not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After awhile, you learn
That even the sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden, decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...

...That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn.
With every new change you learn.

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YES
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Yes There Is Jesus!
There are no answers when you question what to do,
When lives are broken and your heart has been misused.
The pain is to deep the problem to steep,
Where will you go, it hurts you so?
And when your friends misunderstand the words you say.
Your hopes and dreams disappear like yesterdays.
You're burdened with care, your hopes now despair.
Will you ever find peace for your soul.

But there is Jesus today Hell console you,
Put your life in His hands, on His word you can stand.
He will be by your side, in the darkness a guide.
He will not forget you, to His word He is true.
He is Creator, He is Redeemer, He wants to live in your heart.

So when the weight of all your grief has dragged you down,
and all the darkness of your past has left a frown.
He's calling for your, Your hope to renew.
Trust in his strong hand you can stand.

Yes there is Jesus today Hell console you.
Put your life in His hands on His word you can stand.
He will be by your side, in the darkness a guide.
He will not forget you to His word He is true.
His word is creative, His love is redemptive.
He wants to live in your heart.

by Nathaniel A. Jenkins Jr, Email: nateaj@execpc.com

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For Those Gone Before

i sat down to write
couldn't find a word to say.
the ink in the pen
that flowed so freely before,
declined now to play.
i find no pleasure
in my verse,
it is tempered now with tears.
the magic that was the rhyme
has dwindled in the years.
so many i have loved,
but some i never knew.
with each passing
took me with them too.
i often stood alone
the body past but not forgotten.
now you have gone too
peace be with you
and all the sisters and the brothers.
wait for me by the waters
'til i join you and the others.

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Pushing so hard
- nothing has changed?
I am so small
Hatred's a giant
I will keep singing of love
through the dense mist of darkness
hoping my song
will reach a desparate heart
I surrender to love
I reach for someone's hand
The longer the line of elves
the more the giant shrieks
Small shy lights
peaking through the scary mist
Hope they will touch your heart
and show
though he's big and scary
he won't have a chance
if you surrender to love!!

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When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
>From His great golden throne,
He said "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today for life on earth is past,
But here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Thought there were times you did some things,
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

- David M Romano (December 1993)

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Poetry by Kenny Richey.

THOUGHTS OF FREEDOM!!!

In thoughts of you I lose myself.
In thoughts of how it could be
Your on my mind both night and day
My thoughts of you consume me.

Even in my deepest sleep
Thoughts of you I find
Oh Freedon, how I long for you
You forever haunt my mind.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< IN THE MIRROR There, in the mirror Staring back at me A face that's grown old the lines Clear to see. Where once was a face So filled with youth, Now stares an old man "smacked" with the truth Where's the young face That I used to know? How many years now? Where did they all go? I was only twenty-one When they locked me away! Just an innocent young kid Who lived for each day! Fourteen years on death row For a crime I didn't do How many more years Before this nightmare is through? I look in the mirror With each passing day And painfully watch As my youth slips away! ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< ODE TO A MUM You gave me life, and wept with joy, Your first born child, A baby boy. Just one glance and I stole your hear Unconditional love from the start. Throughout the years, you watched as I grew You where always there, When I needed you. You guided my youth, with a gentle touch. No mother could love a child so much. When I was afraid, you'd ease my fears. When I was hurt, you'd kiss away my tears. When my heart was broken, yours would break too. But understanding my pain, you'd always pull me through. You are the world's greatest mother, in every single way. And I will always cherish you, til' my dying day. For all that you are, and for all that you've done. Forever in my heart, you will be number one. I LOVE YOU MUM!!! ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< DAE YE HEAR 'EM LADDIE? Dae ye hear 'em laddie? Ma' granda used to say/ "The skurl o' the pipes!" an' as a listened a heard 'em play! A haunting melody that filled the lonely glen It seemed tae come fae everywhere, Float'n doon fae every ben. It caused ma' body tae tingle, an' set ma soul afire! It filled ma hert wi pride an' lifted ma spirits higher! "Aye! Aye a' hear 'em Granda!" a excitedly did exclaim! An' fae that dae oan, a'ay wis kent that Scotland wis ma' hame!!. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< WHY ME?? He whispers' out in the dark of his cell. "Why me?" "Why must I suffer this hell?" He's met with silence, as is always the case. As he sits in despair, tears run down his face. How many years, have slowly crept by? How many times has he wished he would die? How long will this continue, this torment and pain? How long can he keep himself from going insane? "Why me?" he whispers in the dark, once more again, he's met with silence.... Just like before!!. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< I LIVE IN HOPE I live in hope, that freedom will be mine. That someday soon, I'll feel the warmth of sunshine. That I'll feel the soft, green, grass, under my feet. Instead of the cold, hardness of prison concrete. I live in hope, that it won't be long And until I am free, I will try to stay strong. Though it's hard to resist, as each day goes by. The overwhelming urge, to break down and cry. I live in hope, for what else can I do? For to give up hope, is to give up too. And I will never give up, I'll keep hope in sight. For this is an injustice and I will continue to fight!!!. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< WHY DO THEY? Why do they continue to make me suffer, this nightmare they've put me through? Why do they want to kill me, for something they know I did not do? Why do they continue this injustice, when they know there was no crime? Why are they so vindictively corrupt? Such evil is difficult to opine! Why won't they admit the truth, instead of covering it up with a lie? Are their careers and reputations so important That they would allow an innocent man to die? ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< SILENCE PREVAILS Silence prevails in this dark lonely world As my voice cries out alone and unheard. Reaching out I grasp nothing but air, Searching the darkness, finding only despair. How long must I suffer, this torment and pain? With each passing day, I feel I'm going insane. Solitary confinement to a small concrete cell This dark lonely world has become my own private hell. In this nightmare I am forced to reside, while little by little I feel myself dying inside. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< INJUSTICE Imprisoned on Death Row, running out of time Robbed of my freedom, my life's no longer mine. I was unjustly tried and convicted. Physical and psychologically the injustice was inflicted. Now sentenced to die, to an inhuman fate. While outside the prison, American supporters await. They will gather in groups, in cruel celebration In vindictive excitement and virulent jubulation They care not and are unconcerned, That I am an innocent man. To them its just a sporting event and they're just eager sports fans. Their excitement will mount at the appointed time of my death As "Old Sparky" the chair steals my least breath. With stentorian exultation, they will raise voice in great cheer. Celebrating my execution, like they would celebrate New Year. ><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>< DEAREST MOTHER Think of me, dearest mother, as I forever think of you. Think of the good times we used to share, as I so often odo. Think of the Christmases and birthdays, those moments filled with joy. Those very precious yesteryears when I was still your little boy. Think of me dearest mother, when I was young and so carefree. Think of all those happy times, and of the boy I used to be. Think of all those precious moments, now somewhere lost in time. When we where happy and together and everything in life was fine. Don't think of me, as I am today, waiting to die. For that look of heartache and despair upon your face would make it harder to say goodbye. For the gift of life you gave to me, will be stolen without a care. When I will be unjustly executed in Ohio's electric chair. So my dearest mother, think only of those happy times. And cherish each and everyone, and always remember that little boy, who will forever love you...your ever loving son. **********************************************************************************************************>

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