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’Look of death’: Co-workers tell of office feud that led to NYC killingsThis is truly a deeply sad incident to me.  Here we had two men, an artist and a salesman who where not willing to leave their ego’s at the door of life.  If each were willing to share themselves as individuals with the other, think of all the good they could have done for the other’s life, in the sharing of a friendship instead one of hate.

 

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Dreams
dreams
I step into the world of my dreams.
Dreams of you.
 
Your lips touching mine
my arms around your waist.
I am holding you close.
 
We are breathing as one.
Kissing as one.
Is this real or is it not?
 
Let me not awake
from this place
where there is only
you and me.
 
Just
dreaming
dreaming.

This is a re-blog from my earlier works.  The question is one that enters all our minds from time to time.  The unknown, a scary place for sure when it comes to where we might be going upon the deaths of our bodies.  Will it be just so much dust in time or truly another heavenly existence for us?

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
The sand is pushed aside
as my feet are placed upon the landscape.
My footprints quickly disappear
as I move forward in my quest.
 
Blowing winds leave the mark of my path
but for a second
a mark of passing that becomes neither
a longing memory
or a recall by the passing landscape.
 
Are we too
a grain of sand
lost to a moment of time?

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“Standing before the doorway of Death”

As I stand before the doorway of death
let the last vision that I will hold
be that of you.
 
Let my soaring soul be forever imprinted
with memories of you.
 
Let not my journey be far
before at last
I am in your arms again.
 
Let my lips be sealed in a kiss from you
bearing witness
to our eternity together.
 

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It is time to reflect on your life.
So you feel you have done a good job of being in control?
Did you ever believe that God had a plan for your life?
 
Were you too busy, too self-absorbed, too important
to listen to God’s whispers in your ear?
 
In comparing time in its length
which do you think is longer
eternity or the length of your own lifespan?
 
Has the thought ever entered your mind
that your Creator is not pleased with you?
 
Do you think today
would be a great day to change your life?
 
Are you ready today
to Let Go and Let God be in charge?

I find myself going back to this post often. It is my inner thought that tells me that from time to time, our Lord renders us insight to our world beyond death.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
This morning my eyes beheld ocean waves upon the morning sky.
The thought came to mind that it was an ocean from another world.
A preview of many that our Lord renders us each day.
 
Perhaps our concept of God is too small for our thoughts.
Perhaps our spirits have existed for thousands of light years.
In universes beyond our human comprehension. 
 
Was it the next world that my spirit will soon discover
upon an ocean scene in a morning sky?
What beauty
what adventures await us
in the many lives before us?
 
With my Lord at the helm of my ship
I only know that whatever voyage is before me
My Lord will bless and keep me safe. 

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Courtesy of my.opera.com “Everything was perfect in my universe.”

It was the middle of the morning
as I awoke from a strange dream.
In the dream
I had died.
 
My spiritual body was perfect
I had no pain
I was connected to the Universe.
 
I suddenly awoke with a dread.
The dread being that you were not there.  
My hand reached across my left toward you.
 
My fingertips touched your arm
firm tender and round.
Peace covered me.
 
My other hand touched your hair.
In your sleep your hand raised above your head.
Your hand gently held mine while you were sleeping.
 
I then realized in this world
as long as you  were with me
everything was perfect in the Universe.

Depression is still a wide spread sickness of a chemical imbalance of our brains. To this day the medical profession has not found a cure for it. When it reaches the imbalance stage, as much as three years is necessary in treatment to come out of it. If this poem relates many of your own feelings, seek professional help, seek the help of the Lord and prepare for the good fight ahead.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
 
 
I have fought this battle before….. I lost.
It starts with those that are closest to us.
They remind us of our shortcomings
rather than our victories in life.
 
We fight but seem not to overcome
the weight that falls upon our spirit.
We cannot find anyone to reach out to.
 
Those that we thought cared about us or loved us
really are not sincere in their hearts.
We no longer live under illusions.
 
We feel that our life is over.
Our very breathing becomes heavy
the weight upon our lungs for air becomes heavier.
The battle for light begins.
 
We must reach again for the strength of our Lord.
We must armour ourselves.
Before us lays the battlefield.
Prepare for the good fight.

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Today the United States of America is on a dangerous path in its future.  On our current course we now have a nation where the average ethics, approach to excellence, average intelligence of our citizens is falling to new lows within U.S. society.  By the very nature of our immigration programs, have we brought the strength of our country to a new low.  A country that allows its borders open to any illegal immigrant looking to drop their child on U.S. soil speaks volumes of the changes that need to be made to our immigration laws.  Defining what makes a true U.S. citizen should go beyond dropping a baby on our soil. 

Each child that is born on our shores by an illegal in this country represents hundreds of thousands of dollars in “Freebies” in community services, education and food stamps over the lifetime of now, what is now a “Legal, U.S. Citizen Child.”  This is a burden that the middle class U.S. Citizen of our country can no longer afford.  We, as a country need to redefine what constitutes a legal U.S. Citizen.  A child born of a mother who is not a U.S. citizen should not automatically become a U.S. Citizen.  In fact the requirement should be for a child to have the status of a U.S. citizen should be that both parents be U.S. citizens at the time of the birth of that child.

Another poem from the “Master’s Series of Poetry.”

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
The Master’s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
 
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
 
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
 
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
 
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
 
Gently and with love the Master set the little…

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