Many things have happened with me over the forty three years I have been alive. I have been loved, and loved myself...at times. I have been mad, mean, bad, good, nice, friendly, lonely, obtrusive, elusive, among others...many others. I will say, being shot in the head and living to talk about it, is very, very disturbing. I say disturbing because it is painful, archaic, meaningful, thoughtful and thoughtless. The police officer that shot me has been forgiven...though he has his demons everyday. I have written over 500 poems...subjects vary.
When your soul is surrounded take a deep breath
don't let your feelings lower to a depth
A depth of misunderstanding, also despair
take that deep breath, show that you care
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When Family loves you, you can tell
Always think of Heaven; never Hell
When Family photos are taken, they exude all
Always think of Heaven; Peter and Paul
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When light does show, a distant shadow
Somewhere in the world, a soul does glow
Glows for the goodness, abound all around
Smiles from the heart, for the homeward bound
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What do we do, when we are born?
how do we inspire, to actuate the norm?
Alot of help is needed, to bring a child above
often it is patience, and alot of love
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Why do some people think only of themselves?
subserviant greed, they have their own shelves
Shelves they think they will fill in time
always drawing the proverbial line
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