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FATHER, FORGIVE ME Father, please forgive me For every time I bend a knee Most of the time I beg and plead Asking for stuff I don't even need When I should take time to thank you For all the wonderful stuff you do When I should be praising you For all you've brought me through Father forgive me when I judge My sisters and brothers Forgive me when I think of myself As being better than another Forgive me when I don't stand for what's right Forgive me when I try to hide your marvelous light Forgive me for condemning others For doing things I use to do Forgive me for taking credit When I know it belongs to you Forgive me for lying, hating, being jealous And for doing all the things you told me not to do Father, right now I forgive all others who have done me wrong I didn't realize I was holding grudges and the list has become very long Father, I forgive those who changed my sunny skies to grey Father, I forgive those who placed obstacles in my way I forgive those who broke my heart I forgive those who told lies hoping to tear my life apart I forgive those who betrayed me I forgive the ones who hate me I forgive the ones filled with jealousy and envy I forgive the ones who prayed for my downfall I forgive those who hurt me for no reason at all For I know that you will not answer my forgiveness plea Until I forgive EVERYONE that has done something to me Demeterius Smith aka Flite (c) demetes@clemson.edu ************************************************************* "I AM SORRY" These words I now write are so hard for me to say, I try hard to speak my mind but never a sound comes out my mouth. Harder still I press, yet closed my lips still stay so I hope you understand why I'm writing because pride just won't let me say, "I'M SORRY MY FRIEND, I WAS WRONG." Eric Egerson (c) prince_soul@hotmail.com ************************************************************* Me-Against-Me My success, my failure, to find comfort in turmoil, to deal with life, to deal with death the lesser, the greater, all that is in between to harp on fantasy, to confront reality this is my war; sunrise shows I'm not yet out the battle wages on, as long as I breathe Me-Against-Me To see, to hear, to refuse to see what I hear to walk blindly, I choose not to see to be I must choose to see losing love I learn, is it hate that I learn, do I finally learn to love correctly should I fight for peace, peace does not shed blood, as long as I bleed Me-Against-Me I should not live to die, that is not living looking my opponent daily in the looking glass today he will not win, today I will not lose to think to listen to my heart, to not think at all too much to gain, too much to lose the difference between fortune and shame is preparation, I must prepare, as long as my heart beats Me-Against-Me To conceive me was a gamble, to create me was a risk to break even is not good enough, I must do better than good enough, fight to swim, not just float the saga continues to continue Me-Against-Me Brian Henry (c) b.henryjackson@gibralter.net ************************************************************* Winter's Woe Where have all the flowers gone? Has springtime forsaken them, And left the earth to mourn? Their faces used to bring such joy! And sweet fragrance brought me peace Autumn's come and bid them Their petals to release! Such lies the blue birds sang! A harmonic song with eternal refrain When northerlies blow close their beaks, Ne'er open 'til 'tis spring again. Silent short days have seized the land With a white down coat covering Beautiful forests are now bland. Come back fair lilies and clothe the field Make soft the hard ground And cause the frost to yield. Return sun, make long the days Cause joy to come forth Bring back your yellow shine Guide song birds to north! Jerod Frazier (c) jerodf@clemson.edu ************************************************************* FEELINGS ON AN AUTUMN NIGHT Dry leaves cold winds winter rains like a chilling frost only increase my weeping between the west and the east is a warm bed and a bright moon shining in the tall branches of the forest with insects chirping from my empty window wind and dew come in I thought I smell a river the weatherman mentioned a hurricane don't ask how I felt it's a small room of the honored dead pulled down to his knees by the spirit of dead Aristotle and dying Plato they long promised to make me a man in shoes from sheets of long dead cows and I sleep now awake no turning on of the heat I cannot afford to pay falling in love with pneumonia looking more an Eskimo than me imagine meeting me snowflakes falling without a face the sun telling you it's not easy being alive in autumn clouds which story will you write of solitary? Padmore Agbemabiese (c) agbemabiese.1@osu.edu
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