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Thank You Father, I just want to thank you For the tears I've shed I want to thank you for the days I thought I would be better off dead I want to thank you for the friends Who were really foes Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord you know I wanted to quit a long time ago But I thank you for giving me the strength to carry on I thank you for family members who have done me wrong I thank you for the pain Thank you for the hardships Thank you for the rain I thank you for the obstacles That have been place in my way I thank you for the problems that come everyday For now I realize that all the Hell I've been through Has only caused me to draw that much closer to you Demeterius Smith aka Flite (c) - firstname.lastname@example.org +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "God Bless The Child" (to L.O.M.) God bless the child who's haunted by ghosts... Running away from home won't run you away from self. Child, this world ain't been perfect since the picking of the forbidden, as I'm sure you already know. But people do love you--you've got a whole family-- even though they aren't all blood, and God above you, below you, around you, within you... What's gotten into you? Turning people's souls inside out. You haven't got a clue as to what this ol' evil world will do to you. And yet you're running for it with open arms, While others wait and watch and pray and grieve and hope and yearn and still believe that you'll come home and things will get better. Because without you your mother has lost a daughter; your brother, a sister your auntie, a niece and Snow, even Snow must miss ya. And who will I leave to get grapes for?-- But return only with oranges, apples, Chick-Fil-A fries and herb-fortified juices because there were no grapes? And, who will tell me that they don't want the juice because they like grapes but not the juice that tastes like grapes? All those roles- daughter, sister, niece, dog torturer and grape seeker can only be filled by you. So we're waiting for you tom come home. Nights ago, I came in your room to make sure that you weren't too hot or too cold and to hear you breathe. But now I hope that you aren't breathing too hard from all that running From Yourself. So if you come back, I promise that you can be whoever you are and I still won't think you're crazy. And you can write how you'd like and you can talk with your tongue and sometimes, I'll even let you slide on your patience But I won't let you suck your thumb. And I won't tell your 12 year old mind lies about vinegar killing the already planted sperm or throw your poems away and we can draw all types of flowers in the color lime-green and build your self-esteem. Because that's really the problem... or so it seems... God bless the child who's haunted by ghosts. Tracy Evans (c) - TEvans4248@aol.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ LIFE I awoke this morning only to find life is the recycled garbage of someone’s yesterday. And I gathered my sewerage; and I took the baggage with me into my dream into my world in a corner somewhere. Padmore Agbemabiese (c) - email@example.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ COME FLY WITH ME Let me tap the wonders of your spirit Let me help you remember who you are Remember when we were one in each other Shining brighter than the evening star Let me take you along the highway Where love is the unconditional fare Let me show you the gifts of heaven So you remember you came from there Let me help you to remember A time when everything was one Before the earth was formed by thunder Before the stars, planets and suns Let me show you there's no difference Between the creator and yourself For when you truly do remember You'll never want to be anything else You'll remember your creations You'll remember just who you are You'll remember you gave yourself permission To know the vastness of your heart There is no love that's greater There is no space or place in time Better than the one that's present For you to understand your mind Your mind will create the impossible Your body will implement the plan Your heart is there to know the difference Between what is Godself and what is man Shatina (c) - Shatina@aol.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ IF... If you could hear my heart you would never want to play another love song. If your hand touched my hand our fingers could write a love story. If your eyes met mine you could see our future without using the lenses of reality. If your mind understood my mind we could create the formula for eternal bliss. If your spirit danced with my spirit we could choreograph a routine far more elegant than Swan Lake. If your willingness to love stopped by the pond of my tears we could promise each other an unconditional romance. If you let your guard down I'll knock my wall out of the way. If I'm here when you decide to come home it will still be too late, because I needed you three IF's ago!! Mocha Cobham-Hawkins (c) - Mocha1913@hotmail.com +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ little drummer girl keeping in mind that one of Life's most heinous phrases is ifiwouldashouldacoulda, i nonetheless cogitate the verb "to be" what if, instead of telling little miss rose, "No. You cannot play drums next Sunday. Young ladies don't do that in God's House"... what if, instead of skipping yet another class to hang out with desi... what if, instead of conveniently "forgetting" to go to that dreadful clinic for those godawful shots... what if, instead of acquiescing when her son was supposed to become mine... but o my dear, ifiwouldashouldacoulda is just too silly. diggit: what if what if had come to be? you wouldn't be reading this right now. /bams Rose "BamBam" Cooper (c) - firstname.lastname@example.org
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