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The piano played a familiar melody in my memory.

Images of summer came to mind.

We were in love.

Warmed by our dreams,

and the oneness that was us.

 

Wherever each of us were,

we were never apart.

Our bonded souls filled all spaces between us.

The melody of that summer will always be.

For you see,

a first love,

never dies.

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Within each of us,
lies an unnamed magic.
We are like shining mirror,
reflecting the beauty,
the eternal power of creation,
of our Lord and God.
We are His perfection,
in His creation.
Our Lord’s every joy
abounds in us.
Have faith and believe.
The joy and wonder,
of our eternities,
lies before us,
in the wonder of His work.

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My Lord, my God, I come before you,
your humble servant,
overcome by the love Thou has shown me,
as one of your creations.
One made in the image of your
encompassing and eternal love.
I ask, as your servant,
for the wisdom to know Your will
so that you may find pleasure in me.
May I bring pride and further joy
to you in your creation.
When the darkness of days were before me,
you were my Light, when no hope was seen.
You were my Friend, when all turned away from me.
In the depth of my deepest sorrow and loss,
You helped me rediscover the joy of Your
eternal love for me.
I surely would dammed
throughout eternity without the Light
of Your love before me.
I pray each day to do only Your will as my God.
Let me not be overcome by my foolish pride,
nor ever feel that the blessings,
You fill each day of my life,
are from my efforts.
The greatest gift that You chose to give to your creations,
you gave to me, which is the choice of free will,
to love or not love You,
every day of this physical life.
Give me courage,
and keep me mindful
of Your love each day.
Protect me from the evil of the world,
that awaits me in the possible fall,
from Your Grace.
In my awakening each day,
as I greet the miracle that is around me,
never let me forget the joy,
that overcomes me when finding,
and being in Your love for me.
And, if it be Thy will,
let my soul
stay in your love,
abiding in your eternity,
that awaits me.
 

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The shining armour of light deflected evil this day.
Evil looked upon itself and reeled back in disgust of its own image.
The blade of right was swift and unseen by the evil ghost.
Spilled upon the dark mirrored floor was Evil’s own horror.
Rivers of corruption flowed from Evil’s heart,
To a place of darkness,
only known to it.
Where light will never enter,
and the pain of lonilness,
will forever be enduring.
Good has won this day.
Forever gaining strength,
to do battle,
another day.
 

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Picture Courtesy of Jessie Veeder of the Veeder Ranch

It was a beautiful bank of clouds that was before us.
She turned her back toward me.
Her hands held my arms around her chest.
Each of my hands cupping her breasts.
She pushed her body against me.
Two becoming one in standing before that beauty.
It was an intimate moment,
I will never forget.
 

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courtesy of life.com

The following poem was written on the afternoon of 9-11.  It relates to the sorrow and pain of our country losing loved ones in a senseless killing of innocence in the deaths of 2,973.

“Red, White and Blue” copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo

Red, White and Blue are the colors before me on this day.

It will be a day remembered by numbers used to summon help.

Nine, One and One, bring only the recall of white dust,

rock, and twisted steel in a sea of sorrow.

Can these tears wash away the pain

that this day brings?

Tears shed for those we love and are no more.

I cry out for my Brothers and Sisters in the depth of pain

that befalls their hearts.

Could there be a greater sin,

then a day so dark?

I think not.

I pray for peace, comfort, and hope,

for the souls rejoined with my Lord this day.

Red, White and Blue,

I cling to thee for hope, peace,

and healing in Thee.

For Thou are the only One,

Who can bring sense to this gruesome day of pain.

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Personal Story:  I was born and raised in New York City.  My younger, and only brother, Richard Rigo of Smithtown, New York worked as a building engineer within blocks of ground zero.  He commuted every day to his building in the city from Smithtown.

On the morning of the attacks, my concern was for his safety.  Blessfully, he was on his way to work when the attacks began.  He returned home safely.

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Courtesy of kelihasablog.wordpress.com

When such pain goes beyond

metal against metal

pushing and tearing

beyond the tolerances of strength.

 

 

Truly oh what passion

lies within thee

when finding release again

in one who will truly love you again

in the truth of their spirit and heart.

 

Heart be still

mind be of strength

love awaits.

This time to carry you beyond

the eternal doors of joy and happiness.

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John J. Rigo A/lC, Registry custodian, Cosmic Top Secret Registry for ICEDEFOR from June 62' to June 63'

Your lips will move, and rendered me praise,
this Memorial Day.
Yet the words you will speak,
will not be from your heart.
You see,
you are a Democratic Liberal.   
In your youth,
you became a professional student,
in order to avoid serving your country.
The truth is,
you feel anyone who serves,
is a fool.
You feel differently than my Father,
in his own love of our country.
My Father came to his country,
at age sixteen,
on a boat to Ellis Island,
from Northern Italy.
My Father had three goals,
they were to seek,
“Honest work,
learn to speak English,
and to become,
an American citizen.”
My Father felt it was a privilege,
to be an American Citizen
of this great nation.
Today, I look about me,
at the millions who came to my country,
illegally,
and without any desire,
to seek honest work,
or speak our language,
or ever to become American citizens.
As head leader of our Nation,
you travel the world,
apologizing for the glory of our Nation.
To those who have worked hard,
lived within their means,
watch their own children serve our country;
you ask them to share their hard-earned living,
with those,
who hate our country,
have no work ethic,
nor honor toward others.
Your policies are destroying the fabric of our country.  
My fellow citizens,
who I have served,
with honor for my country,
do not let this continue and happen to
our country.
Step up,
at the voting booth,
this coming November in 2012.
“Let us take back our country,
from those who do not love her.”
     

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So, let me see if I understand this,
“When our memory goes, who we are, then goes?
There is something deeply heart-breaking about that.
 
How do we measure our progress as humans,
when our previous memories are no longer?
Are we truly blessed with an Eternal mind of Spirit,
where our memories are never lost?
 
How will our God judge us,
if there is no recall of our sins,
or our glories in His name?
 
Is this when trusting God is so important?
Trusting that He will return to us,
our precious memories of the gifts of this life?
 
I can only hope so.
For without my memories of you,
would this life seemed without purpose.

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Arlington

Courtesy of Arlington

Someone asked me once
what I wanted to be
when I finally grew up.
 
I said to them, “Let me be a poet
with words that are never forgotten
in my journey of life.
 
Let my journey be one of joy
discovered in sorrow
to all of those who read my words.
 
When death finally enters my door
a special note upon my stone
I request be placed in memory of me
upon an earth that I visited
for a short time.
 
Let the words in simple chiseled letters
read thusly, ‘He was not a simple man
for God did not make him so.
He only wanted to be simply known
as a poet.
 
 
 
 
 

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