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Why do you dislike me so?
There is nothing I have done.
But you hold something against me.
What is it that you have judged?
There are things that you have heard.
But they are words carried on the wind.
Blown about and swirled.
They are mixed up and untrue.
And yet you hold them as solid.
Something firm and trustworthy.
But they are only.....
.....words carried on the wind.
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Tuesday, September 26th, 2006
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Jehovah, please,
Comfort my sister.
Show her your loving kindness.
Give her strength.
May she see your support
In all her troubles.
For you are in her every thought.
She loves you, Jehovah.
Please give her endurance.
My God has created
My sister so beautiful
Bless her motive,
For it is pure in everyway.
You are all wonderful.
Please do not forsake her.
Knowing you are just not to do so.
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Monday, September 11th, 2006
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Silence makes one feel lonely
How I feel for those
who have Silence as a companion.
Words are comforting
Apples of gold in silver carvings,
as the psalmist said
Do you not relise
inorder to work things out
there must be comunication?
Silence leads to disaster.
Why are you doing this
to yourself and her?
Neither of you deserve
Silence as a companion.
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I see you everyday,
almost.
But we never talk.
maybe a hello
but hardly ever more.
I miss you.
For I fear you feel
the days for our love has past.
And they probably have.
But I am stubborn,
and you are still
in my dreams.
All the time
thoughts of you
spring in my worrysome, chaotic
mind.
I'm sorry But you just
aren't the kind for forgetting
Your image tends to linger
in my head.
and your thoughts you shared are,
mixed and mingled with mine
eternally.
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Paper that is crinkled
smugged and smeared
torn and tared
It is so fragile
perishable
a flame could devour it
in just a second
But I hold it so dear
the words that are written
are full of meaning,
memory, heart, passion
This piece of paper
I protect and save
to this paper I have love
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Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
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You.
you are damned to be my
paper.
on you I will write my thoughts
and feelings.
And my
meaningless hate,
endless depression,
my fakeness you
will know-
No more.
Your smile,
is my love,
my hope
No more.
but still,
forever more-
this I cannot
but wish for.
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we are a
perfect circle
connected
no beginning
no end
continuous
circle of love
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Thursday, March 9th, 2006
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The paper lay unfolded
unused,
but still crinkled,
from the years.
And as they watch it, it seams
to fade away and
die slowly. The words, unread,
fill the page.
No one knows their content,
just words.
And across the street that
no one drives on, there is
a factory.
Turned off,
rusting...
unmanaged, it grows with
plants that no one knows the names of.
And animals that no one feeds.
And things that block your passage
in and out,that no one knows how
to open, or
even know that possible.
For granted, the town
crumbles slowly,
the people unaware
of neither the death
nor, the
loss at hand.
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Along the streams of thought
and the waves of his memories
he sits alone
silently secluded,
his face fixed like stone.
A cold heart's warm affection
sealed his perplexion
I wanna go home,
tonight.
I wanna go home.
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Who is this, God?
So untalked and thought about,
That he should take our loved ones,
Whenever he feels the need...
Who is this, God?
That he should burn eternally,
A dead man,
For his sins...
And let him out only if his family
being rich, can pay some wretched liar
For his prayers?
Who is this God?
To decide our fate in life,
To take sides in our petty wars.
Who is God?
That he should be responsible
For death,
And everything else?
Who is God?
His name goes unsaid.
Who is He?
Or is this portrait painted
By those needy of excuses?
And those who fake authority,
Smear on.
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Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
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How many branches can dream trees resprout?
Until they are transformed into a weed?
Sprinkled, riddled, and defiled with doubt.
Into my mind was once planted the seed,
Yes, hope; indeed faith in my heart did grow.
To the dry real world I was then exposed.
Leaves wither now, no water do they know.
Firm roots become intentions decomposed.
Shall I be uprooted though, shall I see
All goals vanish before my very eyes?
All hope crushed, the curse of normality
With no tommorrows, as a seedling dies?
Instead I stand firm, for once I conceive
New plans, new thoughts, a dream I can believe.
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Wednesday, March 1st, 2006
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Jehovah, I am so sorry
A promise I have made
But that vow I have not filled
I am allowing myself to drift
I miss you, Jehovah God
What is required of me?
It has become so much harder
To do all that I used to
Something has changed
It is not you - but me
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Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
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Have you ever thought about the past and if your future would be different if you had done something else?
Or would you be in the same place today just had gone on a different path?
I wonder what life would be like now if I had done the things
I would have done
I could have done
I should have done
Though I am very happy of how things turned out.
My life as I enjoy it today, I thank Jehovah for it.
But as I look into the past, I wonder if I could change the things that haunt me and still be where I am at today.
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Monday, February 6th, 2006
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Friday, January 27th, 2006
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Numbers is age
All can be
multiplied
divided
and taken away
I believe letters
are more important
for I derive meaning
from them when
written down
Age is numbers
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Tuesday, January 17th, 2006
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Beautiful wonderful babies a gift from Jehovah
How I would love to recieve such a gift
A gift from heaven that blooms forever
You would be cherished by your mother
You would be adored by your father
You would be smothered by your grandparents
How I long for a beautiful wonderful baby
I shall wait upon my Lord for the time to be right
Then I will always be thankful for my gift from Jehovah
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Saturday, December 31st, 2005
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I am sleeping
the world is partying
thought the world be a fool
for rejoicing in the sorrow
that they drowned in
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Tuesday, December 27th, 2005
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Why are good friends hard to come by?
I seam to get along with almost every one.
But not all are true and faithful.
I hold on to my dear friends tight.
I plan never to let go.
They help me to breathe and live.
People who wear a mask, I despise.
The devil in side they try to hide.
But the truth is always told.
Good people equal good friends.
I hope I help you breathe and live.
Am I a good friend hard to come by?
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