I would sacrifice any possesion to be with you
I'd fight any foe to make you feel protected
I'll overcome any obstacle just to make you smile
You see... You are all that matters... to me...
If one day I should see you stumble
I will be there to hold you up
Should one day you shed a tear
I'll be there to replace it with a smile
There will be days when you want to fight
and I will be there to give you a big hug
You are my everything, and I'd do anything for you
I just want you to know, I love you
There is no sacrifice to great to be with you
You will always be my number one... will I be yours?
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~The Messenger~
Something keeps telling me
There is no reason to live for
But in my heart I know better you see
And I know that Satan is a liar!
I don’t want to listen anymore
To anything he has to say I want peace and joy
I reject him and refuse to be used by Satan
I just don’t want to be one of his tools or toy.
Oh, how I wish that my heart could be free!
But I am not because I am laden with much guilt and sin
And I am burdensome with so much love, sorrows and woes within
Oh, how I wish that my heart could be free!
In solitude I scour my heart and soul inside and out and that’s how
Where do I go sometimes with all my difficulties and problems?
In my heart of hearts I just know one simple thing for sure by now
All I need to do now is to go to the cross and give them all to Jesus!
At times something is telling me
There is no reason to live for
But in my heart I know better you see
And I know that Satan is a liar!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
June,18,2009
Sometimes I feel life a motherless child
As far as a father, I know I've been deprived
Sometimes I wish the world could look deep into my eyes
And feel the pain from the experiences I've survived
Sometimes I as God why I face hardships each day
Feeling too many for the role of coincidence to play
And when I look at my past, I wonder what next to expect
And I think of my future and things I have not dealt with yet
Sometimes I wonder...who cares if I live or if I die
Or who cares if I hurt and who cares when I cry
Who is it who cares when the world weighs me down
Who cares when I feel I can't turn my life around
Who gives a damn about how I'm feeling inside
Or who thinks about my issues and what things destroy my pride
Who is it that worries when I can't sleep at night
Or if I will survive when it's time to face my next fight
And I know that I'm supposed to always keep the faith
But lord knows it's hard when you're left with problems to face
And I wonder what gives me strength to endure each day and night
I guess I trust God enough to know that it will be alright
So I give it all to him and use patience as my guide
Because no one knows the troubles I face but God knows I will survive
Blaming the people from our past
Temptation is great to abuse the memories
What was once in the past
Has no bearing on us
Why do we depend on others
and take what we have not earned
We should stand on our own two feet
And not be crippled by handouts learned.
Is there purpose left in going on
Is there something yet to find
Uncounted days of rise and fall
Have left me far behind
What is the point in trying to feel
What they tell me I should feel
So long now in the dark I’ve been
It seems that nothing’s real
I often sit and wonder
What it’s really all about
Most times it seems a pointless game
That’s ruled by fear and doubt
Yet other times the visions come
Then everything is clear
But none believe me so I’m left
Alone year after year
And thus I see through wanton eyes
And feel with fleeting heart
But something keeps me pressing on
Start after faltered start
Unto what end have I been born
Deep down inside I know
There’s something I’m suppose to be
Unto that end I’ll go
…Jeff Bresee
Truth to life is in soreness of sense
dew of future is in mirror of memory
the past is new paven-path to present
of future cylinder
although,the fresh experience of past
might distinct to conduct
the programme of present
but ideal and ordeal are the usual carven-face of life
where we are and,
deprivation of past may intend to retain
past to present and making
the sadden past to present sobbed
man born nowhere,reside anywhere
sooner later,i would walk it behind
with hope of interest and
spec of determination
to gain is easy,loosening is complicated
i took way to back to precised-past
where life was't life
only known
and brother is not sister
sister is not brother
vise visa to father and mother
all were soundless of help and disconcernation
while i thought all rotted and bent
with mind of endless,sure i need myself
i would dream not,but chase dream
and build my own sky over my head
world under my feet
Sitting on the Fence
waiting for my death sentence
while they hold the world hostage
the ransom hits center stage
just enough to rattle your cage
not enough to open your eyes
better wake up and see their lies
before they silence all your rights
they will strip you of your weapons
defenseless, they attack with disceptions
"Stand up, be heard
hold them to their words
shout out, protest
Theres a truth I must confess"
This is my life, my body
within this holy temple, I shall die free
for no man rules over me
I hold this self evident
within my very exsistance
Fragile lines that have all been crossed
as our constitution carelessly being tossed
and a great nation has became lost
"Stand up, be heard
hold them to their words
Shout out, Protest
Theres a truth I must confess"
The streets are grim,
but there is Life to be had...
Your heart is racing,
and the party is yet to be over...
Addiction is your friend,
and only in times of desperation...
Please be here for me,
For I AM alone...
Alone is my nighttime,
It meets me here...
Takes me out,
And feeds my fear...
The streets are grim,
but there is Life to be had...
MY heart is racing,
and the party is yet to be over...
You fall into the pattern,
that only a street gangster knows...
It consumes you,
It becomes you...
MY streets are grim,
but there is Life to be had...
...,
Exactly...
No "one more time's",
Not for "old times sake" either...
not even to hide,
away from your fears...
The streets are grim,
but you've fought the addiction...
After all...There is Life to be had...
Now greatful for Life,
you hold your head high...
And never take for granted,
the clouds in the sky...
Streets no longer grim,
We have finally moved on...
To another Life,
another time...
The gentle nature of the Mouse shows
he breaks into the Lion's den,
grasping for his prized possesion;
The White Dove.
The Lion lays lazily asleep.
White Dove sits perched in a cage,
held against her will;
but she knows no other way after all.
The Mouse tip toes towards the dove,
he has to break the spell.
The Lion awakes!
Slowly the Lion opens his eyes and glares at the Mouse.
His prey will never belong to another.
Mouse looks at the Lion and at the lonely Dove.
The White Dove is trembling with anticipation.
What happens when she is freed?
Should she stay out of lack of knowledge?
Can she make it on her own?
Or does she owe the Mouse a debt?
Lion swipes at the Mouse with his monstrous paw,
blood drips from the back of the Mouse
the Lion holds him under his giant foot.
Is it too late?
The White Dove watches as the Lion squishes the mouse.
In pain and suffering
the Mouse apologizes for not saving the Dove.
She finally understands the fight,
the way the Mouse would die for her.
In her heart she feels the love he brings.
The Dove cries out in a fury
she breaks the cage,
she flies out in anger,
she slips through the spell.
The Lion yells out and tries to catch the Dove.
Quickly, the Mouse runs out of the den
he wants to see the Dove fly free.
There she goes,
her wings soaring against the wind.
He watches her fragile smile grow stronger.
She won't ever be alone.
The Mouse has defeated the Lion
in a battle of the heart.