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How far would you go?

To reach your dreams.

How much of yourself would you forgo?

Split yourself at the seams.

And the family you would forget

Your face they won't recognize

Even yourself, you couldn't see with your own two eyes

Success begets success

At what cost would it take?

You have the work ethic

But love you forsake.

To attain a dream,

sometimes bridges must be burned

let go of everything

to show in life what can be earned.

How many hearts must you break?

To feel so bittersweet.

How much love would you forsake?

To make yourself feel complete.

Perfectionist in mind, worker at heart

Life is always moving

So some place you must start

Resistance will occur

Your loved ones you will defer

Because of a dream of life you prefer

All the poems that you write

All the sleepless nights

The guitar you learn to play

Hours spent each and every day

Yourself might slip away

But this dream you must achieve.

When one becomes so engrossed

In something they desire

To get the most,

You must add kindling to the fire.

All those that dreamt

Put forth work towards those dreams

Even if that meant,

Losing everything.

They knew at one point

If you put your all in, it'd pan out

And even if it didn't, you lived a life without doubt

Whether done out of spite, or because it felt right, or to prove to oneself

Even going as far as putting aside your own mental health.

Those dreams you feel the urge to pursue

So that one day you may feel at home with Big Blue.

No matter the pain or love you've undone

It's all part of this road that you run

If you truly want it, then you mustn't give up the gun.

Years to come, no matter the difficulty or how you feel

Wouldn't you give everything?

To make your dreams become real.

I feel the ink flow through my veins,

After fearing it all had dried.

As once again, reality awakens muse,

When all hoping again, has died.

For a jolly poet, simply cannot write,

Unless it all goes tragically wrong.

So to hell with all the make believe...

And to hell with being strong.

I'd rather feel this release again,

As from me, this blood pours out.

A letting of this verbal plasm,

Pouring forth from an emotional spout.

A too-tight tourniquet of sorts,

Long staunched, a healthy flow.

But now, like before, it flows warm and red,

And eagerly fills again, a river of woe.

So muse, now cut me deeper still,

For we have poems to be created.

Since life prooved to us, yet once again,

The tempests will never, be abated.

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people

unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck

forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown

grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past

I dreamed a dream of stars and light

Shining brightly in the night

But then I saw, to my surprise

That they existed in your eyes

I had an illusion of desire

It's scarlet flames were rising higher

And soon after we took flight

You quickly vanished in the night

I gained an insight of your being

Sitting, broken, hopeless-feeling

I sat next to you, contrite

To tell you it was all alright 

I bear a vision, dark and deep

It has me turning in my sleep

Your memories I'll keep and keep

As I sit to sigh and weep

A pigeon 
flutters, in my frail― 
chest, ready to fly away. 

The train does 
not stop here. Why 
do I keep standing? 

A man dies in 
a blizzard. You 
need to pay for it? 

What was the 
hallucination? I 
was living for a lie?

God is Greater!

So, don’t fear bad weather, news, and the taunts of your haters

You show God’s love by forgiving and unfailingly loving all your neighbors

Do!

And it shall be given upon to you

For you are blessed and highly favored by God

All these things shall be giving a billion-fold of what was robbed

For, Great is God than he or it of this world

Use your talents to uplift all man, woman, boy, and girl

For the time has come

My Dear Chosen One

To spread your wings and fly

Flying high amongst the sky

For your dreams are big bigger than you can do yourself

So, learn to depend and to submit to someone else

For, the greatest good

Use your gifts to uplift and pull others out of the ghetto and hood

I wish I could touch you and hold you tight

For, this is a fight for your soul’s life

Get Right

And get dress for church to go hear the Word

Trust, eventually you live out what is heard

For no man can stop what God has already ordained as His own

I pray, let His Holy Spirit live in your body your temple your home

I promise with God you’re never alone

I speak victory

I hope you hear me

Greatness, Purity, Holiness, and Wholeness

For you are greater than this!

I speak rise up him and her!

Pick up your bed, walk into your true worth, and sin no more for  

God is Greater!

By Katrina T. Smith Copyrighted

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She goes to ultimate lengths to reach her  dreams because she was born to spread her wings and fly. Nothing could ever stop her now since she's found a new way to live because over the past year; the possibilities have become limitless, for the sky is her limit. She looks like an ordinary girl, to those around her, they would say she did ordinary every day things, talked to ordinary people, but in her heart a fire burned bright, she's achieved so much in this new life, miracles can be seen and are working within her, and through her, continusly and developing in her life for the better, she's always been one step ahead of those around her wheather anyone notices or not she has accomplished so much, but to ordinary people it may seem just like an ordinary thing that she accomplished, but to her it is a mile stone reached, her dreams are possible no matter what people say or think, she has changed her life for the better. The twinkle in her eyes, is a sign to others that she is different, happy, she's been blessed with a second chance, because she does it one day at a time.

I'll never know hearts of them,
What I'll tell
Unto myself and thee of I should lie,
And crown your name with heaven
When you are hell
And fly some underhand witchery;
Spice and spells?
Tell me, small voices of the heart,
whisper the low
Silences said, by intuition ,all it know
Is truth the deep
- Awake us now and them from sleep.
And hearing your noise above the sky;
The whisper-wind,
Of ear and soul. They have,
For thee an open place.