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When God looks down upon me, just what does He see?...
A man that is righteous,...or at least tries to be?...
Or does He see things that I can’t imagine?...
I simply can’t fathom,....The Master’s reactions...

He’s said “In My Father’s house, there are many mansions”...
Imagine the compassion our Dear Father has fashioned...
It’s tragic for all those that do feel abandoned...
I’ll bet my sad life, ....there are no bad cabins...

There are those that will wonder why I write what is right...
Some will think I have no right to write light...
Few will still gaze at the truth with delight...
I’ll fight to the end,.... with all of my might...

I could choose to continue, but what would that do?...
Confuse the few that seem to know...”It’s not true”...
For those unsure of what to believe...
Just follow your heart,...pray you’re not deceived...

Now let’s go back to the top of this poem...
Would you reconsider......the words that I’ve sown?...
Or will you continue that tone that you own?...
God loves you beyond what you think He has shown.....

Why do you need someone to touch you to feel again.
Surely that is not a requirement to feel alive.
I don't need anyone to be able to function, I never have, because everyone will always leave.
So why now?

Yes I know the psychology behind it, I am a nurse, so I get it.

So after losing a child, a father, a sister, and getting divorced twice...it makes no sense now..this numb feeling is so strange.

In order to give to others you need to have something to give, there's always been a lot to give, but today if you cut me open I wouldn't even bleed.

Love yourself first I am told, but where did I go.
I am a house full of Xmas lights and if you switch on the lights inside the Xmas lights will go off, so you leave the inside in darkness.

A crying sky,
cool rain descends.
At the top, who
stays to the end?
What are we to find,
around the bend.
Adapt we try and
obtain the strength.
Embrace it we must,
when it goes wrong.
As it goes up,
so it must come down.
With every smile,
comes a frown.
People find love,
that they can lose.
How to cope,
is what to choose.

Some people have
such big dreams,
but all I want
is to love you,
to wake up beside you
each morning,
to feel the warmth
of your hand in mine,
to share each moment,
good and bad, with you,
to lose myself
in your loving arms.
Some people want
so much out of life,
but all I want
is to share
everything with you,
for us to talk long
into the night,
to dream together,
and experience
all of the little
things together
that makes life
worth living.
Yes, I have a
big dream after all.
And I want so
many things.
I want to spend the
rest of my life
with you.
And I want to
give you my love,
and to make our home
a place where
you always feel
warm and welcome,
and for us to have
a relationship in which
we accept each other
for who we are
and always find a
sweet dream in
each other's arms.
All I want is
for us to love
each other for the
rest of our lives.
And I do believe
that dreams can
come true.

I not looking for
A girl
I not looking for
A whirl

whats the point when i am unable to give you material happiness and when i know i still live with so much of missunderstanding, yet to be stayed in some place...incomplete...not congenial to...i may disappear soon in few drops of time

Is anybody out there
There there…

What’s wrong with me
This must be

Can’t see beyond Lee
Can anybody help me

Strong I must be
Hope can’t see

Does anyone love me
It can’t be

Look to see
Hidden me

Somebody see
I’m lost ultimately

To be
Lonely

Sorry I was to loud to proud,
Listen i could listen but you hear me as if I'm dead or do i not exist,
I didn't scream,

Felt past this all,
Fell apart from this well,
Walked away from the rope,
It was always a joke,

Lost in time no matter no crime,
Still in touch with reality,

Living inside and out divedends that don't make sense,

Lying hiding from what inspiration creativity,
Creating reality as if it was such a huss,

Living life crying old loving hate,
Hating love,

To die like this would be unfortunate,
To live like this carries burdens inside and out,
Sounds pretty amusing unknown~~~

I'll tell you a story I know to be true…
How do I know it?....I’ve lived it, have you?...
‘Poet’ would rhyme here, though it's so abused…
‘Know it,’ it's worse,....context is misused…

Confused yet? Good,.... All excuses refused...
Produce what reduces profuse said abuse...
Deduce what’s produced, now tell me the truth…
Confused again? Better…. I need not your proof…

Most write what is right, it's straight from their hearts…
In part, ‘the reasons,’.......I won't even start…
If not so why would I say what I mention?...
Some write for the process, some write for attention….

Nothing looks so beautiful
When the morning Iris unfolds
Her ruffled royal violet robes
Softly as you can whisper
As the first sunlight strobes
A bee moves in with such precision
It's beating wings glide easily past
Your glossy glistening lips
Deep into your yellow throat
So much your petals tenderly vibrate
With the buzz of so much pleasure
Now your secret is safe with me
You need not worry at all

Falling down into a ..... hole of depression. I am sinking further down without no helping hand to guide me. Feeling lower than the dirt on the bottom of your shoes. That you just pick off,throw away. For if I just did not exist I think that would make it easier and make. you happier for you. You will be glad if I just disappeared as everything I do it's not good enough. For if you feel that way why do. you want me to stay. If only want me just to be verbally abused by you. To treat bad I wish I was dead! Do you wish the same ? Maybe you have a worst faith for me? Do you even still love me? Do we just exist together or do you love me? This question I will never know the answer to. Garbage waiting to be thrown away is how I feel each and every day. Does anyone else feel this way?