God Is After You

Based in part on Psalms 23:6

The Black & White Exhibition -Daisy Chaser

God Is After You
by Michael Romani

I seek in repentance to make my turn
To live a better life as I have learned
Desired by the blessings from above
Surrendering to the ways of blessed love

God is after me and He's after you
To His glory in the everything you do
Discouragement does not really matter
For the chains that bind us will shatter

At the Word of God once truly heard
Said straight up with nothing inferred
If we be the sheep ready to always follow
We may stumble but we'll always grow

Still following as we try and again we try
Drawing nearer to the Lord in our reply
Never yielding to anything but God's fruit
While we give our all as we pay tribute

To the Holy God who is hot on our heels
As we falter on and over life's trails
Goodness and mercy lead us in our ways
In every second of every minute of our days

It matters not how we measure victory
God's promises still hold for you and me
It's never too late despite passing years
Nor does it matter the frustrating tears

Each of us holds a set of the kingdom's keys
Gifted in spite of how clouded in mysteries
The only denial that's hard set is our own
The Lord embraces us never letting us alone

God is persistent in chasing us whatever it takes
Correcting us in lessons felt like heartbreaks
Giving us truth in place of the lies that deceive
These are the blessings if we'll only receive

(c) November 14, 2018  Michael Romani
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Dream Chasers  - Selah Chapel Under A Wuxa Moon




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Storybook Love

Once upon a time is as real now as it ever was and all dependent on just how much we’re willing to believe.  Is it enough to make it all come true?

Storybook Love
by Michael Romani

In the storybook we write
Spilled onto pages of the night
I find in your love its secret light
And on wishes that I might
Cast a penny down a wishing well
That would cast its magic spell
And that you would love me always
As I will love you in all of our days

There on the illuminated pages
Seeking wisdom from fabled sages
We seek to be kind to each other
Busily embraced in loving one another
Each moment lived as though a dream
Each day making it as real as it seems
Yours is the blessing that makes me shine
This is the walk we continue to define

Such are the ways of our sweet love
You like an angel brought from above
They say that love is patient and kind
That's not just a fairytale so I find
You give me all of you and I the same to you
And in so giving our all in everything we do
We write the pages of our fairytale story
One day this tale will be told of our glory

(c) November 14, 2018  Michael Romani
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Storybrooke -Two Hearts Began Beating As One




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Thought For the Day: Family Is the Main Source of Education For Children

“The group consisting of mother, father and child is the main educational agency of mankind.” – Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (1929-1968)




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First Principles: Honest Persons Feel No Pleasure Over Controlling Fellow Citizens

“An honest man can feel no pleasure in the exercise of power over his fellow citizens.” – Thomas Jefferson (1813)




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Stubbed Toe Pride

Pride and stubbed toes often go together in the most unlikely but problematic combinations.

The Roseland Theatre - The Pride of the Lion's Roar

Stubbed Toe Pride
by Michael Romani

With all the stubbed toes aside
It's hard to run when filled with pride
Strong words said as accusations fly
Puzzled murmurs choked down in reply

Life's challenges breed broken hearts
Parsing the feelings where logic departs
Verbal fisticuffs plunge in strong correction
But, far too often in the wrong direction

Levity is needed for us to learn
All the little things we need to discover
Happy isn't the word for this invitation
With its too many moments of disclination

At the end of the day, we're covered in dust
Working hard for our share as we must
All the little things remembered in detail
As our heartbreaks strain to reveal

The photographs filed in trouble memory
Questioning the peace and hope of eternity
As we remembered all the loved ones lost
And wonder how we'll ever bear the cost

(c) November 13, 2018  Michael Romani
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Liberta2 Journeys - Family Pride




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Thunder Road

Robert Mitchum  wrote and starred in a movie way back in the 1950s that spoke to the ways of moonshiners and their dispute with the Revenue men.  It touched on many topics that each could be made their own poems.

Optimus Race - Race Front

Thunder Road
by Michael Romani

With a wink and a smile
He'd drive that last mile
Down the old Thunder Road
Where moonshine is sold

He'd gone to fight for God and country
Now that he was back, he lived for family
In the hard scrapple of the back woods
Honest men lived by their coulds and shoulds

Despite all the obstacles in the way
Each man pushed for his family's better day
Hand to mouth, they eked out existence
Pushing hard with storied persistence 

Every man working hard for his living
In a world too often cold and unforgiving
The revenuers only thinks in terms of tax
Not on their boots riding hard on the people's backs

The kind of place where under the trees
All the lonely hearts cry soft into the breeze
And whippoorwills sing out their own tunes
While lovers gaze up on the same ole moon

Until the fateful day of driving down Thunder Road
There comes an end to the tale that must be told
About a man who lived with honor and by his own code
A remnant from another time that had become old

(c) November 13, 2018  Michael Romani
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The A-Mazing Easter Egg Hunt  - BG Carrot  Racer RB




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First Principles: Laws That Forbid Carrying Arms Only Disarm Those Neither Inclined Nor Determined to Commit Crimes

“Laws that forbid the carrying of arms … disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes… Such laws make things worse for the assaulted and better for the assailants; they serve rather to encourage than to prevent homicides, for an unarmed man may be attacked with greater confidence than an armed man.” – Cesare Beccaria

Think on this please, 97.8% of mass public shootings since 1950 have occurred in “gun free zones”:




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Thought For the Day: There Are No Limits To What Can Be Done Where Credit For It Doesn’t Matter

“There is no limit to what a man can do or where he can go if he doesn’t mind who gets the credit.” – Ronald Reagan




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Forever Valentines

We believe we do the choosing.  My experience tells me it’s more that the moments choose us and when this happens there is no refusing only an eternal yes.

Home, Sweet, Home - Your Love Is My Aloha Promise

Forever Valentines
by Michael Romani

We live in isolation
Until we find the one
Who mirror our soul
Awakening in us our destination
This is our point one
When the eternal takes control

Every step of our journey
Is traveled to get us here
Touched with savage grace
That curses and blesses thee
Moving beyond our fear
To embrace love, face to face

Believing we choose the moment
But the moment chooses us
Darkness is overtaken by sunshine
Living no longer in torment
But, in God's funny business
We find we're found by our forever Valentines

(c) November 12, 2018  Michael Romani
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Home, Sweet, Home -Gazing Into the Eyes of My Heaven

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Impulsive Inclinations

Seems a common characteristic in humanity that we have this propensity toward self destruction.  This was brought to mind in a movie that I was watching earlier today.

Optimus Race -Exclusive Destruction

Impulsive Inclinations
by Michael Romani

In our life's traveling
Some find themselves unraveling
There is a sense of distinction
In a self destructive inclination

Finding our way to drinking
Dragged there by the bottle's overthinking
Wondering at the meaning
Of our short time here as human beings

Is it just another trick of light
That spirals us past the corridors of midnight
Impulses rule over clear decisions
Lifetimes spent dwelling on imprecisions

We do our best to lock out the bad
Laugh ourselves silly to keep out the sad
Struggling hard to keep things light
We hold onto the good times hugging them tight

It's what we have in our days
Holding on to self taught ways
Until there's one drink too many
And we slip into the self destruction of plenty

Controlled by impulses that once felt good
Spiraling out past the understood
Being our best woman or man
Suddenly, self aware that there isn't a real plan

(c) November 12, 2018  Michael Romani
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Burning By Cica Ghost -Handprint of Destruction


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