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I Do Believe
"I Do Believe"
The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever}
to enrich God within us
to an optimum level
so that We as Humans
can be guided by God
to fuel out brothers and sisters
with the same driving force
to connect with the living God,
to His existence and
to See the Invisible,
Believe the Incredible, and
to Receive the Impossible
to our everlasting journey
to Heaven.
Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013
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Running
I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the line-
24,25,26.
I see them clearly now-
My wife, my child-
smiling, cheering
as they urge me
through the echoes
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my
tunneled view of
the victory line,
through my exhaustion,
through my pain.
I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in on my targets.
Thousands! There are many!
I can see them clearly now-
a woman, a child-
smiling, cheering
as I slip past
and drop my bags.
And now I am
running
through the
smoke and through the
screams as runners push
toward the finish line
without legs.
I've trained for this.
Lungs burning, muscles twitching
as I close in
on the scene.
175, 176...
I see them clearly now-
the woman, the child-
lifeless, bleeding
as they urge me
through echoes
of feet smacking
pavement,
through my
tunneled view of
torment and death and
I can do nothing but
hold their hand.
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This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet
‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’
O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years.
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.
This poem refers to prescribed drugs
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The Shine
The sun shines once more
In the midst of this downpour
Thought I was getting used to
Be forayed in this crusade
Till that warmth touches my soul
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The Ghost I Knew
Can I catch you
Can you stay?
Forests at wood
There we play
A gentle hand
That fixed the dress
Brushing tears back
Saving stress
I can not bare
The oaken wave
Only memories
Can I save
I miss your hair
And what it covered
More than a mind
God knows I loved her
The ghost I knew
She rests away
I can not catch you
You can not stay.
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We all need Recovery from something
Recovery may be needed after going through many difficult storms,
Dysfunction can be performed in many different forms,
Some may cope with drugs,
Others may suffer from the impact of a child never being hugged,
Many work so much they never stand still,
While others simply get stressed out and take several pills,
Some overeat to stuff their emotions down,
While others partake in getting drunk when no one else is around,
Some are less subtle and may secretly self-abuse,
Cutting, picking and inflicting pain hiding all they bruise
Some get into bad relationships because of low self-esteem,
While others live a life where all they do is constantly clean,
Whatever you need recovery from its important to know you’re not alone,
Many people are stuck in cycles and never have been shown,
They forget to be honest with themselves and those who truly care,
Afraid that they will be judged, pointed at and never be repaired,
Many live in bondage all alone inside,
Spend their existence always having to hide,
So many people would be saved from an early grave,
If we learned in life to stop and listen,
Find out what we are really missing,
Some people won’t seem to budge
We forget to let God be the real judge,
Embrace a friend or even a stranger
Help someone that’s in some sort of danger,
The power of just one person embracing others,
Can change the world for another.
By: sabina
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Time
Time.
A challenge all of mankind faces, but yet I feel so alone.
How am I supposed to deal with this?
Is there a book written that tells me how I can face the omnipresent calendar, who judges my character when I fail to meet his deadlines?
Because when I slow down I have to remember.
The world doesn't stop with me.
It continues.
Seasons and people change and go.
They don't wait for me.
I am moving forward, trying to evolve into a butterfly.
But to this fat caterpillar, it seems impossible.
The world never stops.
It doesn't give me a chance to breathe.
A chance to worry about the person I'm becoming.
A chance to change my ways and realize what lies ahead.
A chance to look up into the skies above.
Above me, what is above me?
Is there a god, mocking me, preventing my transformation?
Or is there a glass faced clock, ticking slowly, begging me to bide my time.
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Hurricane 2013
To Identify
. . . . .Write Social Security
. . . . . . . .Number on your arm
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Thankfully
God, my ears are open
And I know what to do.
Please help me to make a decision
That finally leads to You.
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a womans cry
Dynasties of radiance splash into a womans swimming pool of excellence a womans cry transforms failures into triumph, should i feel agony & defeat for the lost bondage of our love, does a womans cry begin to symbolize the sacred feelings hiding inside the belly of a mans lies, a queen at the throne was promised, i bear children in the midst of our fight for survival do you dare assassinate my worth, my conscious is a relentless drum at the mercy of ones entertaining commands listen to a womans cry, how do i remain steady when even i question my character, is it wrong to look towards the heavens seeking pity for not being your lone constant treasure, such a life grows deeper as i sleep but find not an eye full of rest, my heart is but a mere myth who will hear a woman cry, weary i crawl for the weight of your misfortunes too great to shield, my place as a mother weakend by your arrows of discretions, spare me of your tough ridges, rid me of your chaotic demanor, heal my wounded but not broken spirit from your barbariac abuse, sooth my emotions for empty i remain a womans cry
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