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James A. Osteen Jr http://jamesaosteenjr.purpledream.com

I have always been and still am a lover of rhyme. I look for it in everything around me and love to write it my own way. My hope is that something that I write will encourage others to do likewise...James

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The Clean Cut Fields Of Sod 07/15/03 We take so much for granted that its hard to realize. Exactly what we have right here before our eyes. Unless we stop and look then we won't ever see. The things that we can't buy were not given free. Someone else paid the price for all we have today. And we owe then way too much to throw it all away. Others stood where we stand now and cared enough to give. Everything they had in life that you and I might live. So take a look at what you have by the grace of God. And thank the ones who lay beneath the clean cut fields of sod!

Did You Know 08/02/03 When others read the words you write they see inside of you. And what they see lets them know why you write the way you do. It's just because that we can't help from letting us slip out. And in our writing others see what we're all about. If we will write long enough some will see inside. And read what's wrote between the lines we thought that we could hide. So beware of how you write if you don't want it told. For all the secrets you have hid someone else will hold. Now I know that this may sound a tiny bit bizarre. But just remember how you write is exactly who you are!

Empty Road 08/15/03 It's a mighty empty road that we travel on. When everywhere we look all our hope is gone. Standing by the window staring into space. Unaware of all the pain showing on his face. He once was in his youth but that was long ago. And he served his country well but they don't even know. Nor even seem to care how he now hurts inside. As he struggles with the tears that he has never cried. It's a mighty empty road that should never be. For one who gave himself that others might be free. Another soldier crumbling underneath the load. Of traveling all alone down an empty road!

The Book Never Written 08/25/03 Life is not as complicated as it often looks, when just a few simple words will fill a room with books. So much truth is covered up when we refuse to show, what is inside of us that only we can know. And what is in the heart longing to be free, never has a chance for all the world to see. For words we fail to write no one will ever quote, and they become a book which never will be wrote. Life is not as complicated as you might have thought, so put it into words lest it become as naught!

Time 09/05/03 The sand is moving swiftly through the hourglass. And we are loafing round as the moments pass. Doing this and that and all that's in between. While that which is important is passing off the scene. Some day come tomorrow we may surely find. That the thing we most desired was only in our mind. And what we needed most was that which we let pass. So casually unnoticed through the hourglass!

One Sided Love 10/21/03 He left her at the alter with tears in her eyes. And that is where she finally began to realize. That just because you give a person all of you. Does not guarantee they'll do the same thing too. And many times in life things must take a drastic turn. Before we get the message we need so much to learn. That many times we're better off with what we didn't get. Than messing up our life in something we'll regret. And standing at the alter with eyes filled up with tears. Just might not be so bad compared to all the years. That would be thrown away by winding up a bride. In a messed up love affair that only had one side.

I Don't Mind Being Simple 11/02/03 When I can get my thoughts down in black and white. It takes a load off my mind and fills me with delight. When I can put myself into the words of a rhyme. I feel like I've done something useful with my time. And then when others read it it fills my heart with glee. Especially if they recognize that it was wrote by me. So I'll just go on trying my best to get it told. The only way I can before I get too old. I know that I won't be in a class with all the rest. For the mark I leave behind will be simple at its best. But I will put it down like it comes into my head. And I won't mind being simple if simple get's it said!

That's Life 11/14/03 Sticks and stones Can break your bones And they most surely will. And then they'll ache Make no mistake As you go over the hill. In many ways We live our days Underneath a strain. And usually find Ourselves behind Because of all the pain. We can tell When places swell That we have arthritis. And all the fears Of other years Are coming back to fight us.

The Little Old Man In Red 11/12/03 If you don't believe in Santa then I tell you what you do, explain to me why people can go the whole year through. Without the thought of Christmas ever going through their head, until the day they see the little old man in red. They never think of giving for any kind of cause, until they are reminded by the sight of Santa Claus. How many other people do you really know, that people recognize just by their HO-HO-HO? Who else can make a child grin from ear to ear, and wish that Christmas came more than once a year? Who else can make the season a better one for us, and who can do it better than this jolly old man does? If you don't believe in Santa then you surely are naive, cause if we can't believe in him then what can we believe?

As Long As Memory Last 11/25/03 We are building memories each and every day. Tomorrow we will need them to help us on our way. For as we put the years on and aging takes its toll. More and more we're gaining less and less control. But if we have the memory of what once used to be. Then we can go to places that other eyes can't see. And there among the treasures we've preserved along the way. We will find the something time hasn't took away. And again these hands can hold nuggets from the past. One's that we will cherish as long as memory last.