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Margarets House- By:Jessica Jones

Do not shed tears the day I go,

Now I know what you don’t know.

-The Kingdom that awaits me is free of pain!

And I can see my loved ones again.

Except no one is sick, or sad, or broken.

And only kindness comes from the words that are spoken.

I get to look upon the Lords loving face.

And I’ve been washed clean by GODs warm embrace.

I will miss all of you, but please don’t cry.

I’ve chosen to go home to live in the sky.

I’ll look over you and tell the angels to guide,

But for now I must go to be by GODs side.

Thank you for the memories, the laughter and love.

I cherish it all as I see from above!

Heaven is beautiful,just wait and see.

And GOD prepared a lavish mansion there for me.

So I ask that you smile through sadness.

I want you to laugh at the pain.

I hope that you dance in the puddles,

When life showers you in rain.

Because once the journey has ended

And you walk over the rainbow bridge too.

You’ll see that the fight was worth fighting,

And you’ll see all of heaven rooting for you.

Now go live life to the fullest.

And know that I tried while I was here.

I ask that my memory brings you joy and gladness!

And that GOD wipes away all your tears.

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Room 1666

"He knows Tom.” The pretty blonde woman's words stung him but this was not a revelation.

"Of course he knows, he knows everything.”  Tom stated twisting in his chair. "He probably knows we are in this hotel now, why did he send you?”  

"Why is he toying with me like this.”  He smiled after the words left his mouth, he knew why he was toying with him.  He wanted to see Tom struggle and writhe, knowing that he and Ann were in this hotel together.  He wanted Tom to wait, to feel like he had escaped the punishment for what he had done, and then at the right moment he would reveal himself and make Tom suffer for his crimes.

"He knows about my involvement, Tom.”  

"It’s only a matter of time now.”  she shoved her index finger in her mouth biting hard on the nail before pulling off a piece and spitting onto the floor.

"That’s a really nasty habit you have there, Ann.”

"Shut up Tom, I think we have both done worse things than nail biting.”  The couple laughed, not a happy laugh of two people enjoying a moment. It was nervous laughter, of two people trying to put in the back of their minds their hidden betrayal that was brought into the light.

"What could I do, you know?  I mean really what could I do? This isn't like anything else, there is love there.  I had no choice, I had to follow my heart.”

That statement gave Tom the boost of confidence he needed to believe what he did was right.

He definitely stated, “Let him come then!”  

"I want him to show up now, to knock on that door and find us both here together.  I’ll scream it in his face, this was love something he knows nothing about!” He repeated with a thunderous bass in his voice that put Ann on edge.  “LET HIM COME!!”

"Stop that Tom”!  Ann begged “You know he won’t show up, he's too powerful to connected to find us in this seedy motel.  No, Tom, he will let us sit here and think about what we have done.”

Yeah you’re right, he will probably send someone to get us and deliver us to him.  Tom slouched back down into his seat and started chewing on his own nails.

Ann sparked a cigarette and slowly sucked in the deadly smoke before turning to Tom and saying.

"Well for what's it worth, I’m glad we did it.” Ann sighed.

"Really?” Tom asked giving her a surprising glance.

"Yes, really!” Ann repeated.

Toms skeptical look, directed her to say more.

"Yes, Tom I’m glad, I knew what I was doing.  We both have free will, I knew he would discover what we did.  You can’t hide secrets from someone like him, but I’m glad we did it.”

"No matter what we face when he comes for us, I enjoyed every second of it and I would do it again.”  Ann smiled at Tom and gently rubbed his face.

"Thank you, Ann”  Tom whispered closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of her touch on his skin. A knock on the door brought the hiding couple back into the present.  Ann snuffed out her cigarette, Tom straightened his tie, they both stood up together, hand in hand, slinking towards the motel door.

Another knock, louder this time stopped them both a few inches from the entrance.  Ann reached for the lock to let in the guest they had been dreading.

"Wait.”  Tom let go of Ann’s hand and ran to the small nightstand placed in between the double floral covered beds.

"What are you doing, Tom?”  Ann said gesturing for him to come and grab her hand, “we can’t run from this.”

"I know Ann” Tom smiled at her as he reached into the drawer, he slid his hand over the barrel of his gun he had placed in the dresser.  He pushed the gun to the side and picked up a book. He held it up triumphantly, smiling at Ann.

"OK, now we can open the door.”  Tom said.

"Are you kidding me, Tom?  Really, a Bible, how long has it been since you have even opened one of those?”

"It’s been a while,” he stated, “ I don’t know though it just feels right.  He may kill me or worse, but I know I did what was right. So I’m going to hold this bible until he cuts my hand off with it.”

Ann laughed, “well don’t worry about that sweetie, he will.” Another knock at the door was followed by a voice.

“Hello, I know you are both in there, it’s time to come out.”

They wanted to run onto the balcony and make a break for it, but there was nowhere to go that he would not find them, so hand in hand and hand in Bible they slowly unlocked and opened the door to the room.

"A Bible?  Nice touch.”  smirked the gentleman entering the room.

Realizing the gravity of what was to come Ann fell to her knees in tears.

Not Tom though, he stood tall holding the book in his hand and began to plead his case to the stranger.  

"Do what you will to me, but please let her go.... I involved her in this to help me, to help my son, he was my son... I had to walk away from the job... how could he expect me to... I don't care about his power... I was not going to take the soul of my son! Even if it means I have to burn in Hell, I would do it again.”

"I know you would Tom and so does my employer, that is why I am here.  You both will answer to a new boss now, training starts tomorrow. As you already have the reading material in your hand you can prepare tonight.  Your contract with your last employer has been cancelled. See you at 8am.” With that the mysterious man turned to leave, stopped and looked over his shoulder to say.  

"By the way Tom, get rid of the gun and Ann lose the cigarettes you won’t need them anymore.”

Written by: Jessica Jones

Originally published in 2011 on yahoo contributor ~Jessica Jones

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Alpha Omega

We the people are the change called to rise up

We the people stand together to show

We the people are larger in numbers

We the people continues to grow

We the people break free from oppression

We the people join hands in the truth

We the people know justice will be ours

We the people showed the world proof

We the people were always the strongest

We the people found courage within

We the people lift the veil of illusion

We the people would do it again

We the people are the voice in the silence

We the people creating light from the dark

We the people forging peace in the violence

We the people started the spark

We the people a phoenix from fire

We the people lifting the flame

We the people joined force in the millions

We the people are changing the game

We the people have seen their true power

We the people will not be ignored

We the people are the faith of tomorrow

We the people with the Spirit as sword

We the people are brothers and sisters

We the people are neighbors and friends

We the people are the world over

We the people is where We begin

We the people sound the drum of the future

We the people in a battle for what's right

We the people will be victorious

We the people will end the fight

Written by: Jessica Jones

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Fake News

What if you turned off your tv and wrote the script of your own life

What is dormant inside that is called to be a world changer

What is fearful in your bones that leads you to hate a stranger

Even the word suggest they are odder than you

What if the miracles hibernate inside of them too

What if the news didn't tell you who to hate

What if you unplugged the distraction and filled up your neighbors plate

What if the cure to cancer was in your hands

What if you could realize your dream of traveling to distant lands

What if that sunset could heal you but you let programing kill you

And while still breathing you dig your own grave

Going through the motions of life, tune in, you're a slave

What if you could be a player in the universes game

Not for accolades, not for worship, not for money or fame

For the experience, for the lessons it’s trying to teach

What if instead of building golden churches you used your voice to preach

Of love and of healing, of findings ones path

What if your idea could house the homeless

Your solution could bring sight to the blind

What if your inner peace could stop global wars

But it’s lost, a sleeping giant, inside your mind

When you shut off the real you, false persona steps in

You turn on the tv to see what’s happening at 5, 6 and 10

There's a story to make you fearful, one to laugh and one to cry

It creates your illusions, then shows you something to buy

While the world dies around you, while you die inside

Everybody near and far also locked up, they hide

What if you found each other, tuned out the noise

Through the haze and the fog, searching out simple joys

Venturing into the unknown with hope instead of fear

What if all the answers are in you, now and here

Solutions to problems, a shoulder to lean, a joke meant for stages if only you'd dream

A mentor, a teacher, a leader of men, a woman who inspires just look within

What if for a moment you tuned out the hate What wonders and marvels could an open mind create?

~Gorjess

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Ahhh yes, this!! ☝ ☁

“Why do you always look up?” he asked.

She doesn’t want to share her secret. She doesn’t want to tell anyone what the real reason is. Yet for him, she found herself honestly speaking. “I don’t always look up. I just stare at the sky, whenever I feel the need to breathe. I look up every time I wanted to tell the world that I survived another day. That I love how the stars shine as if they were smiling at me.” She glanced at him and said, “It’s stunning, you know. The sky. No matter what mood it shows me. No matter how imperfect it is. It’s wonderful. And it always reminds me that there’s something beautiful beyond everything.”

Infinite // ma.c.a

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Beneath the superficial lies the truth. ~Gorjess

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“These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.”

— Najwa Zebian

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The Layover

Speaking to me in whispers formed by the wind

In dreams either sleeping or awake

Reality unfolding in a symphony of connected synchronicity

Teaching that we are made of mastery, woven together in human nature

In us and through us the universe forms where it always was and always will be

Life viewed through the star gazers eyes, traveling among the cosmos

Felt with flesh and experience staying grounded concurrently flying

Floating above mediocrity in the mind

Soaring with the most high, Where all is pure and good in perfect harmony with imperfection

The highest peaks created by love

The lowest valleys reaching for love

The hardships realized as lessons

The traveler was sent here to learn

A brief stay, a visit in unending miracle

Creator, creation, created colliding

On some level realizing that when the journey is over, no matter the path walked

All souls would pack their bags and come for another stay

How amazing this life is and the love that blooms side by side with the flowers

Drink it in, eat it up, revel in it, bathe in it, share it generously

Love is the answer, love is the question

Love is all encompassing God is love

Written By: Jessica Jones

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Alphabet Soup

Words can turn into a sword with just a switched letter 

A power yielded momentarily leaving battle scars for years to come A gift that if used carefully creates blessings that won’t be undone Given freely to strangers and lovers alike, daily making enemies of friends

The same poetic groom falling down on one knee spilling his heart out like blood on the battlefield Is the man aged in the court across from his bride Both explaining their case only hearing one side

burning love letters in exchange for the sentiment of pride

Pulling creation apart with a daily build up that finally breaks like the water bursting from a dam

Once released it rushes over, swallowing everything around it A force that can drown or cleanse all it touches with impunity it washes over just the same

What held together for years all at once destroyed When least expected and never planned for it can roll in like a summer storm

Revelatory, drunk kin sharing conversation, starting as simple salutations, snowballing into sticky situations, all started with a word Even deceit can’t find a hiding place, the truth comes out eventually Creating chaos or building bridges, misunderstandings becoming missed opportunities

Second chances, first dances, rocky romances, holding their breath all searching for the perfect syllables

To start over, start at all or start a new, forming complicated thought processes  once it’s said there are no second guesses

Stating  your peace now wait for the verdict to be read, the response will seem carefully crafted as though it took years to ferment like a fine wine

Or fumbling out of  lips raw, unfiltered, unedited with coffee stains coloring the rough draft of emotion

When all is said, reading the fine print and asking the right questions will lead to the closing of minds or expanding ones vision

Communication building communities drawn from the same source that creates fictitious friction A voice that’s commanding taken down by a whisper he hasn’t heard until it’s too  late The weakest man standing called to rise up and put on armor, empowering his fate Searching out gurus like water in the desert to quench a thirst Once the palet is wet with wisdom making sure ego speaks first With new knowledge now knowing  the ledge we tread near is steep Turning to neighbors and cursing  them, forgetting to practice what they preach The tongue as our weapon sent to inspire or destroy to empower or imprison Even when at war with yourself building your you-niverse with love or hate  in effect you create what you are and believe

Careful to speak words which do not deceive when using the power within Joining forces where tone and intent is one false step away from leaving an era or an error in it’s wake And each generation joining in the initiation for truth and inspiration can be mislead with a lie

The weapons of the poets, man, soldier, lovers, gossips, and more quickly going from turn of phrase to declaration of war From the beginning it was words and they are stronger than swords one should only march into battle aware of what you fight for

-Jessica Jones

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Confession

You're the direction that will lead me to the finish

The destination I dreamed of but never went

You're the love I have inside yet also seek

You're the letter that I wrote and never sent

You're the smile shared between two passing strangers

You're the church bells in the distance I hear chime

You're the flame that inspired hope with just one spark

You're the second hand when I'm running out of time

You're the only words I need to complete my sentence

You're the rainstorm sent to wash clean my skin

You're the answered prayer that delivered me from penance

You're the silent partner to whom I bare my sin

You're the light that shinned when I was lost in darkness

You're the deep part of my soul that has no fear

My mind plays tricks and says you're not a part of this

My heart can tell the difference, you are here

Written by: Jessica Jones aka Gorjess aka thewriteofpassage aka writesofpassage

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Narcissist

You touched me with words

Seduced me with lies

Caressed me with feelings

Undressd me with eyes

Promised illusion

Deception my prize

How charming your words

Your knowing half grin

My defenses were useless

I welcomed you in

-Gorjess aka Jessica Jones

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Quintessence

Only look at someone’s scars should you wish to heal them

Only ask for someone’s truth to understand

Only seek a persons path with intent to join them

Only want to know their secrets if you can,

release their demons and forgive their darkness

Bask in their light and let their angels fly

Understand the duality that is a part of us

That’s where you’ll find the answers, deep inside

A puzzle is not formed with missing pieces

Half of the words will not complete the book

You know nothing if you only skim the surface

Ignorance is judgement formed by look

You will see that we all are complicated, everyone searching for something that is true

You will find the soul who runs from love, for fear of hatred

Once revealed themselves to sinners just like you 

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Go Getter

Today I will be a adult

Everyone has been telling me to grow up for years

Maybe they're right

I am the age of an adult

When I look in the mirror a grown woman stares back at me

When I walk away my childish heart says it's not so!

But I see my hands they are aging along with me

Then I look at the sky and my soul says I won't!

Still I have decided it's time to be an adult

Today is the day though I still want to play I will find a way to accept turning grey

What does it take to be an adult?

I'll not speak out of turn when my thoughts race

I'll not get so excited when it rains

I'll buy a briefcase, go to the office and yell at slow drivers and trains

I should check my emails, I will set some goals

And then my adult body will line up with my brain

Goal 1 set some goals

Goal 2 don't lose site of goals daydreaming of other goals

Goal 3 don't get sidetracked when you get a random urge to go look at the leaves changing on the mountain side you know you have to plan your nature walks months or years or at least hours in advance you can't just go on a whim because it's beautiful outside and you just want to feel the wind on your face.

Goal 4 Be. An. Adult.

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Maybe some of us were not meant to grow up

Perhaps we were sent here to remind

The adults of the world to remember to play and not to be so concerned about time

Today I will doodle on paper

I think I will call up a friend

I'll eat a big bowl of ice cream

And then...

I'll probably daydream for an hour or two

Take a warm bubble bath and

tomorrow try adulting again

Yes tomorrow, that's when I will try again

With my schedule today there's just too much in the way

So tomorrow I will absolutely and truly, most definitely, maybe, possibly, consider being an adult once again

~Writesofpassage

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