Tag Archives: God

On Both Sides Of a Black Hole Is There Time?

Time is relative to a moment. It is as if a particle of space, but so abstract as not to feel or experience. Yet time is so tangible and physical that it is real. There is a difference! In May, … Continue reading

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Write Your Password!

  If I was a number I’d never be a One. As in my life, there are more things to be done! If I had a choice then Eleven I’d be, Then I could return as Danny Kemp the second … Continue reading

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Purity

Soft kisses from the morning sun On dewy petals where the bees do hum. Softly blows the springtime breeze Through glistening branches with shiny green leaves. Softly plays the magical lure Of a life that’s lived on a note so … Continue reading

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WAR

  With arms held high in suffocating sufferance to the inevitability of war being the final solution to any peace. Heaven is sought as the final refuge to finding a release! Truth died when freedom was lied to! Pray to … Continue reading

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The Bells of Life, by Danny Kemp

  In the near distance a church bell rings, The same nightly tune before the chorister¬†starts the hymns, The church stands for tradition and for what some believe. The bell signals a place of peace, where one can grieve. Religion … Continue reading

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A Poor World, by Danny Kemp

If I had more hair then I’d pull some out. If I had a loud voice then I’d scream and shout. But I’m just a single voice locked in a cacophony of sound. Where in this world is there good … Continue reading

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WORKING TOGETHER.

There was a man lovingly tending his garden one day when a passerby stopped and admired his craft. He had travelled far but until now had been disappointed in what he had seen. The stranger, an Englishman, stopped and glanced, … Continue reading

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