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The Masterpiece So deep inside lies thought some seek a perfect movie scene others look for truth in a song in search of their inner dream as the painters brush strokes the canvas he looks beyond his highest reach inside his soul lies beauty and wisdom he can teach open the door before you and let the light shine in rays sparkle like diamonds as you focus from within the scenes scroll by you as ideas flow through your head a master only finds his place where most would fear to tread at times, thoughts out of focus although steadfast and sure brings a vision to the surface where enlightenment is the cure by now, some get up and walk away as critics cause their fall winners do not predict to win while others don't try at all a rose blossoms to it's beauty blooms forth from a bud like the dreams that lie within you are all gifts from above a masterpiece set in motion it is finished, it is done not knowing where it takes you still, your dream and you are one a new star will be born in heaven shinning brightly on those below eons pass and new eyes gaze hearts captured by your glow By: Mary Scott Romantic Angel in Agony By Pascale He told me the story of a magical child, Who’s royal seat was on the mountain high, A child with innocent wonder that will last until he dies. But this story made me cry. The angel told me the story of a wise little girl who had made prophecy, She promised more respect and earth of peace, A girl with endless hopes that will last until she dies. But once again the story made me cry. He told me the story of a dancer who paused to dance, In memory of another who ceased without a choice, A dancer with great understanding that will last until he dies. But this story made me cry. The angel told me the story of humans acting as if they were kings of the universe, Standing for progress but destroying planet earth, As their heads said yes, their children’s hearts said No, Cease before we die ! And then again, I cried. He told me the story of a boy who had learned well, Who, in a market place, discovered what money can’t buy, To open one’s heart and mind was a treasure that will never die. And this time I did not cry. I met an angel who prayed for peace, and thought sacrifice wasn’t the price, As his heart said no, I heard that so did mine ! The Mankind’s hopes were in his mind, An angel who was never hopeless to stop the strife, Because where his fear used to live, Love was now allowed to beam. Elephants fall Angel, but I still don’t know why, Watch, learn and love and in your heart, you’ll find, The answer comes from the babies smile. Angel, how to learn how not to hurt and peace ? When will the wise little girl’s prophecy come real ? I understood his promise of love ended in a last tear. As true as dolphins dance and smile, As true as squirrels keep their distance, As true as elephants march, I found my star and the greatest heart of all, in an angel from the sky. As I wondered who taught him wisdom and force of peace, He did not answer me ... and disappeared. And then, I realized who was the magical child. I had met the last romantic angel in agony who told me beautiful stories. I lighted a candle at my window, in case he was looking for me. My sweet and amazing Angel from a planet called « Love ». No words when we treasure every tree No words all children aren't sick or hungry No words for the man who put down his gun No words just teard eyeslaughing with the sun No words for the hope of every person with wishes No words for the thriving elephants, whales and fishes No words for the soul mates of every race No words for all beauty lives with in this place. No words for the scarred boy, we give him all hope no words when there's no tradgety left with to cope No words though the sun may turn into night. No words, tears of joy we'll have made our own light..... -Elizabeth The scarred boy in this poem is refering to Michael, and all of the suffering children in this world. My name is Elizabeth and I am 15. I am from the U.S.A. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my poem :-) DREAMS By Mary Scott Another Cinderella story your prince so cute and bold you can be his princess in your dream the storie unfolds You open the door and look upon a very handsome man his gorgeuos eyes, thick black hair you are no longer just a fan You sit and talk for hours about philosophy you feel the attraction too in love with his every being While you're in the field of dreams he gently takes your hand takes you to a special place and it isn't Disneyland A few wonderful moments he has shown to me how he gently caressed me a gentle kiss upon my cheek Where does your mind drift off to? when you fall asleep when you do awaken your dreams are yours to keep. Written July 2000 Poem/message to Michael By Aigner Spice Just think of a world, a world without tears, Where a man can live a million years With never a grief, an ache, or a pain, And never a thought of dying again Think of a world, when a man plants a vine, He can sit in its shade and say "This is mine." He will live in the house his own hand has made, And naught shall molest, or make him afraid Think of a world without bloodshed and strife, Where no man dare take another man's life. Where man unto man will unite in peace, And malice and hatred forever more cease. Think of the Earth as a global paradise, Where Mountain and desert will dazzle your eyes, With beautiful flowers and shrubbery and trees, With gay butterflies, songbirds, and bees. Think! Just as sure as God's word is the truth, A man shall return to the days of his youth. His flesh shall become as the flesh of a child, And the words that he speaks will be cheerful and mild. Think of a world where a lame man will leap From crag to crag like a deer or a sheep. where none will be deaf or none will be blind, And the dumb shall sing and speak forth his mind. Think of a world where each man is his brother, Not esteeming himself above that of another. Where man unto man will be friend to friend, In a world without tears, that will never end. Think of a world where the dead will have risen, From their silent tombs that hold them in prison. To forever live to love and caress, Their loved ones and friends in righteousness Now a "world without tears" is not just a dream, As many a person might make it seem. For just as sure as the Bible is true, A world without tears now lies before you. And since such a world before you now lies, Wouldn't you like to live in such a paradise? And share all the blessings that God has in store, For all who would do his will evermore. Goods news of the Kingdom is still being sung, Throughout every nation, kingdom and tongue. And all who are thirsting for Truth are invited, To join the New World Society and be united. In praising our God, our savior and King, And giving to Him all we have, everything; That we might live through endless years, In a world without sorrow, "A WORLD WITHOUT TEARS." My Idol By Mary Scott He sits upon my shelf in a glossy 8x10 His big brown eyes are focused on my very soul within I have his autograph and I would never part I will always love, him for he has stole my heart He can sing, dance and act his talents overflow I love his special moonwalk, with it he set the world aglow His songs make me dance and sing others make me cry Some have made me think his music gets me high I'm just a fan admiring his glossy 8x10 He will always be my idol I love his sexy grin If he should give up his career, stay home and be a dad I would miss him greatly, but for him I would be glad I love you Michael Jackson!
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