Time

TIME

Snowy days and cloudless sunshine warm the hearts of man.
Dancing on the rivers edge, and skating along the ice,
A wonderland in both places.  Not knowing the existance of  time,

Smiles fade as the sun goes down.
The day has ended.
Slowly,  another day has been added.

Wishes of memories past for them to come back for yet another day.
Smile for today,  laugh for eternity,  and sing for tomorrow;
Squander none looking back. For it's all a waste.

Today is gone.
Tomorrow will come,
but time is now!  Enjoy it while you can.

BY: Bernice Bowling

To The Lord

To The Lord

Where do you go when the roses have walls with thorns built around them? Where do you go to keep from dripping blood ? Where do you run to when your hurting and don't want to be alone? Where do you go? Where do you go for protection from the storms life brings? 
Dancing in the rain brings sunshine for a season and so does a book of matches on cold nights, but when the sunshine is all dried up and your feet are too tired to move and the rain has come and gone and nothing is in full bloom. All is left but the gloom, where do you go? 
Where do you go when a shard of a dagger is still left in your heart? Where do you go when eternal sleep seems so peaceful and hell seems so real. Where do you go? 
Where do you go when your tears no one hears? 
Where do you go when the pain gets to real and you start to feel, and there is no one left to rescue you? Where do you go? 

Where do I go, but to the Lord. :)

BY: Bernice Bowling

A Merry Christmas Wish From The Heart.

Tick tock
Watch out for the Christmas clock.
Santa Claus is coming
Trim your tree
Make sure your filled with glee
No sorrow with in me
Said the friendly ghost of Christmas past.
Sing songs of joy

Laughter, friends, food ,jokes and more
Exist this holiday season, but for who?
For me ? For you?
For everyone who puts a side life turmoil for just a little while
To celebrate the birth of Christ

You don't need no money
You don't need nothing but love in your heart
Care for your fellow man
And a love for Jesus
That's all it takes to make this holiday season a season to last and last
Today, tomorrow, and through out the year
The spirit of Christmas can be seen if we hold on to these things in our hearts.
Merry Christmas everyone. :)

BY: Bernice Bowling

A Prayer For The Broken

A Prayer for the Broken

Chains of forgotten sorrows cut me in vain
Like a knife I twist with the tides
Roll in , roll in let the winds carry me safely through
Dry my tears and let me live through out my years
Help me to see it through
Give me life
Give me peace
Let my joy be filled
Let laughter ring in my ears
But only as a sound of friendly cheer
Instead of my enemies jeers.
Sing to me songs of hope and promise
Take away the tides of doom and gloom
Dry up the way side and the salty sea of tears
That's been shed by the shores of broken glass
Let the scars and cuts exist no more except for rememberance of lessons learned
Let my heart me mended and at last, let lonliness be no more.
By : Bernice Bowling

The Stranger I met On The Way To Jail

I was on my way to London to visit a man Whom I was writing to, who was in jail. I didn't know this man, but he was in there with my cousin and he had know one to write him. He was alone and pitiful just like me. So I felt sorry for him. Now I must tell you that at this time in my life I had just gotten over a nervous break down, and I was very lonely and in desperate need of some love and companion ship, and conversation with someone whom I felt wouldn't judge me. Anyway, He sent me a picture and there it started. Of Course later on I found out that he was suspected of cutting the heads off of at least 2 women here where I lived. His first name was Rick. I want say no more,  for that's another story. This is the story of how I met the devil and fell in love immediately.

Anyway, getting back to the story , I was on my way  to the London Jail to visit a man when I realized I needed to stop off for gas now I hadn't been driving very long, (I hadn't gotten my drivers licence until much later in life) so I didn't really know how to put gas in the car since I had always had someone to do it for me. I stopped off at the Marathon gas station in Manchester to get gas and I nervously pulled up to the gas station and began to try to fill up. I had no idea what I was doing and needed help, I looked around for someone to help me and I didn't see anyone. I then thought about going in there to ask the attendant how in the heck do I turn this thing on? Then I thought there is know way I am going in there and tell them There is someone in the world who doesn't know how to work a stupid gas pump ! No I would sneak and ask someone near. Surely someone will come along. That's when I saw him standing there all by himself looking aloof. So I called to him and motioned for him to come over to where I was standing. When he came over I tried to laugh off my embarassment as I explained to him that I had no idea what I was doing and to please help me and so he did. Then he asked me to give him a ride. All of a sudden I remembered all of the hitchiker horror stories I had herd and watched on TV, and had been warned about, but I felt obligated. After all he did help me with my gas tank, and I knew I would feel very guilty if I didn't say yes, so I did. Well I explained to him That I could only take him so far because I was going to see a friend in the London jail. He said that's fine. Long story short I didn't make it to the London jail cause I ended up taking this person every where in the world imaginable !!!!!

I had never in my life been on such a roller coaster ride of going from one place to the next. I had just about had it !!!!! I was mad and P  "Oed".  Well, he saw fast that I was getting agrivated and by now it was getting late so he began to change his way. He became nice, sweet , very charming, and soon I had forgotten all about  the driving I had done earlier on . Well long story short he asked me out and I should have said no but I didn't.  I will continue the rest of the story later. It doesn't end like you think it's going to.

My Heart Spoken

Knives, Swords of steal,
Plunging into my chest,
Leaving me breathless,
I cry for my heart.

Blood dripping, curls and screams,
Can't stop the pain.
It's unreal,
What was done to me.
I cry daily,
Wanting revenge.

They must suffer and pay,
Lier, deceiver,
Back door cheater.
Whose going to turn on me next?
A friend, another boo ?
I don't think so !

I am cutting myself off
From the world you see.
No other man will get a chance
To hurt me, not even a friend,
Or someone who calls them self a friend.
Really it's just an enemy in the end.

By: Bernice Bowling