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Stephen J. Vattimo, 2 april 2012
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Once upon a dreary day
He had to appear before a jury
To see if he would be hand over to zoo keeper
To be sentenced to captivity in a cage
or put on a leash until he earned his freedom
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He dressed his best
to impress the jury
That he was tame
not insane
Just a victim of mistaken identity
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
He hoped in to his chariot
To make his journey to appear before the court
Along the way
he stop off in the market place
To purchase a potion mad from a magical bean
That would Energies him with the power of caffeine
In market place
every maiden's eye was caught in a trance
by his fancy sport coat,tie,and pants
Every maiden he passed
showered him will flowery Compliments
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
When the jury was held
The King Of Kings pulled the strings of the hearts of the noble of the court
To show mercy
To grant Cinderella Fellow the privilege to remain free
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
The next day he hoped into his truck to make his way to the market place
Along the way he stopped off at Wawa to purchase a cup of Joe
He cheerfully greeted every fair lady He passed
The fair lady were all deaf and blind to his existence
As if he and them were existing in two different dimension
At first he found their reaction to him to be lame and very strange
Then he saw his reflection in a picture window
He no long wore his fancy sports coat,tie,and pants
that caught every maiden's eye
holding them in a trance
causing them to shower him with flowery Compliments
He was wearing humble faded jeans and a cheap T-shirt
Now Cinderella Fellow knows what it feel like when a book is judge by it's cover
Not by the story that is written on the pages inside
Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo April 1, 2012
Stephen J. Vattimo, 1 april 2012
A relationship is like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
Relationships spin round and round,
some time emotions are up,
some times there down.
A potter's wheel never spins perfectly level.
Hearts are like a piece of clay,
sometime they are hard,
sometimes they are soft.
They take their form from the touch of another person's hand.
Relationships are like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
If we fail to show compassion to each other,
the wheel will spin to fast,
our hearts will collapse in on themselves.
Relationships are like a piece of clay,
on a potter's wheel.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo January ,2011
Stephen J. Vattimo, 25 march 2012
You Know this world can be harsh and Cold
Like a winter waste land
Sometimes our soul can become frostbitten
By the trials we tread through
But being held in the warm loving arms of a special friend
can heal a weather beaten soul
Sometimes we walk off the straight and narrow path
We get lost in the dark wilderness of sin
It is a special friend who comes searching for us
Holding up the word of true like a lantern
So we can see our way out of the darkness
and back to the road of safety
A special friend is a soul mate
When they see us beaten down
It fills their heart with sorrow and they lift us up in prayer
When they see us being blessed
It fills their heart with happiness and they give thanks to God
For a special friend is faithful to stay with us
As we travel through the winter barren land
and through the valley of propriety
Everyone needs a special friend
Will you be my special friend ?
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Oct 22, 1998
Stephen J. Vattimo, 4 february 2012
Testing times
Some trials come into our lives like a wind that rustles leaves in a tree
Some trials come into our lives like a hurricane that uproots trees
Testing times
Like a spy who reveals to the enemy the strengths or weaknesses of the walls of a fortress
So does the way we handle the trials in our lives
reveal to The Prince of this world whether the walls of our faith are strong or are weak
Testing times
Trials are like an armed bandit
Who robs the wicked man of years of his life
But to the righteous man they are a school master
of wisdom and a builder of faith
Trials test the substance that love between two people is made of
like fire burning off the impurities in a piece of gold
Silent Songs: written by Stephen J. Vattimo
Sept 13, 1998
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