I look to the sky and wonder, how can they do this, and I begin to sigh.

To be greater than great is a battle of wits for many to debate.

With our Nation in such a tumble, who are we to just sit here and grumble?

Smile you wolves in sheep clothing, while there are innocent people being killed while they are sleeping.

You seem to only be promoting, hoping to get the ballot to see if you won from 'We The People"  Why bother voting?

Stop slinging the mud, Can't you see the poor innocent peoples blood is constantly flowing!

Blood of our innocent Husband's

Blood of our innocent Wives

Blood of our innocent Brother's and Sisters

Blood of the innocents that lost their lives.

For those who believe, What would Jesus do?  How does this play into politics?

So Many Skeletons in their closets, it really makes me sick.

God almighty is all forgiving, but all this uncontrolled bloodshed, I'm sure the ones in power are frowned upon.  Yes Mister Big Shot "I'M TALKING TO YOU!" I wouldn't be surprised if he would send the Angels to the White House and treat it as Babylon

People dying here, People crying there, all over the world.  GOD please hear OUR prayers.

Lead our Nation in the right direction. Eyes that can cry no more, only empty tears.

Lay a heavy weight on their hearts, let the wrong become right.  Send them dreams that tear the wronged apart in the middle of the night.

The Goverment has over all control, one day in the future 'they' may try to steal our very own souls.

With the technology today, the thought isn't a nightmare, and could happen any day.

People Come As One! Unite!  Stand up!  Demand all your rights!

Love one another because it's only right .

 Treat everyone as you want to be treated. That's not only a commandment, it helps us to be undefeated.

We're only here for a short time.  A dollar is only paper and it will wither with time.

*GOD BLESS our: troops, homeless, sick, the mistreated (the ones who can stand for their rights and cannot),abused, homeless, the tortured, scared, the unrighteous that think they are, and GOD keep showing the righteous the lighten path.  GOD BLESS EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE!

Scruffy Black cat sitting in and old mossy oak tree, his gazing stare blazes through me.     As I sit in my day dreaming state sitting on my front porch swing.  I hear a cawing of a raven sitting next to the black cat,  "Caw, Caw, " he begin his eerie scream.

"Caw, Caw,Caw" it seemed a hundred times, "MeeeeOoooW' went the scruffy black cat.  "How strange this is" I thought in the back of my mind.

The wind picks up and it starts to swirl and howl, the wind russell the leaves in turn made the cat "GrroowL"

A stranger pulls up on a bike he just sits there watching me outside watching me with a strange gaze "Something is definitely not right!"

He begins to smoke a cigarette, "Hack, Coooough" he had a scowl look, his clothes were tattered and unclean, to be quite honest he looked rightful mean!

"Caww, Caww"  Which seemed to go on for a thousand more times  "Swwwish, Hoooowl" "Cough, Haaaack"  all the sounds were in tandem as it seemed, it was almost unnerving making me want to scream!

I opened my mouth but no noise came out, not a cry, a sob, not a soft shout.

The Raven flew in front of me on my front porch and was still cawing with his ruffled feathers crawling with bugs and fleas

The cat too jumped down and sat next to the bird.  I was frightened and still couldn't say one word.

The man pulled something out of his torn pocket and seemed to aim at me, it was shiny and black, in the sun the handle slightly gleamed.

I tried once again to open my mouth to let out a scream, only to wake up in my bed cold and sweaty, realizing it was only a terrible dream!

Deepened gazes that seek the depths of our soul, We realize we are just mere puppets of mortality.

Our lives hang on by a mere string only to be let go at anytime by the Grand Master so we plumate to the muddy ground.

Poor little puppet, did you think your clay bodies would dance around forever, wearing your shiny shoes and your painted on smiles?

We are only playing our part in this masquerade we call life.

Dance Puppets, Dance, for your days are numbered. 

One day your strings too will wear and break unexpectedly and your clay little bodies will fall breaking into a billion of pieces

Only to wash away in the rain returning to the muddy ground in which you came from.