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Lucilla Carrillo Poem
COCAINE Is Her Name ( Addiction )
COCAINE is her name. They call her COKE for short.
She came into this Country, without a Passport.
Since then - she has made a lot of scum rich. Others
have been murdered and found in a ditch.
She is more valued than diamonds and worth more
than gold. Use her just once and you too - will be sold.
She will make a straight A student forget his books
and a Beauty Queen forget her looks.
She can make a known speaker become a bore. She
can take your Mother and turn her into a Whore. She
can make a Teacher forget how to teach. She will make
a Preacher - not want to preach.
She can take your rent money and you'll be evivted. She
will murder your babies or, they will be born addicted.
She will make you - rob, steal and kill. When you are under
her POWER - you have no will.
Remember my friend - her name is BIG C. If you try her just
once - You may never be free. She has already destroyed
ACTORS, POLITICIANS and many a HERO. She has decreased
bank accounts, from millions to zero. Shooting and killing is
a common affair. Once she's in charge - you are under her
SPELL.
Now that you know - what will you do? I tell you my friend
it's all up to you. The day you decide to sit on her saddle - the
dession is one that no one can STRADDLE. So pay close Attention
and listen well - because if you don't - you can wind up in HELL...
05/08/2013
Note: Just hoping to make a difference.
For S.K.A.T."S contest
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Color me white, or color me black. Color
me brown, or color me red. Color me
yellow, but color me to be just me.
Color me anyway you want. You are the
artist, you know what to do, just capture
my beauty and let it show through.
My beauty is not on the outside for everyone
to see. My beauty comes from within and
few people have seen.
Color me with the colors that you so much
love to use and when people see this painting,
they will see themselves in me.
The people will ask you - why did you put so
many colors on me and you will tell them - because
the beauty I did see.
The painting is now finished, the artist has done
his job. A painting of many colors, that he is very
proud of.
The colors bring beauty to the painting on the
wall, but if we were all colored blind - we wouldn't
see any colors at all...
Copyright: written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
Comments:
I wrote this poem because through out life
I have seen a lot of injustice done, because
of who we are , or where we came from. We
did not choose to be who we are, or where
we came from. God chose that for us. I don't
think God made a mistake when He made us.
He had His reasons. We are who we are, that
can never be changed. We live in this world.
We are God's Race...
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Proverbs Of Life
If you don't have a purpose in life, then
you don't have a life.
It is not what the world can offer you. It is
what you can offer the world that counts.
If you think nobody loves you, think twice.
Someone loves you very much.
It is not how people can help you that counts.
It's how you can help people that matters.
If you have lost your best friend today, make
a new one tomorrow. It will make a difference.
If your life is not going good for you and you
don't know why. Analyze your life and you will
find some answers.
Don't count the bad times you've had in your
life. Count the blessings you had instead...
09/13/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
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Lucilla Carrillo Poem
Morning Song
M...Magic is what you have.
O...On the days when you write poems.
R...Remembering happy times, or maybe sad.
N...Never - you have given up.
I...In life you have taken your stand.
N...Nothing will stand in your way.
G...Gifted - you were born.
S...Sing today a happy song.
O...Over the rainbow, you shall be.
N...Negative - don't ever be.
G...God is always with thee...
06/02/2014
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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C... Christ is being born on Christmas Day.
H...He will bring love and joy to the world.
R...Remember to honor Him this day.
I...Imagine Him in the Manger.
S...So many years ago it happened on a cold day.
T...Today He will bring us blessings.
M...May you open to Him your heart.
A...Always and forever praise Him.
S...Spread His cheer everywhere.
D...Don't stay away from Him.
A...Always worship in His name.
Y...You won't regret it, don't be ashamed.
12/12/2012
Written by Lucilla M.Carrillo
For Christmas Joy Contest by Nathan a.
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Lucilla Carrillo Poem
A Touch Of Class
A touch of class, I wish I had, but what is that?
To some people - it means to be rich. Others just
say, they have class for reasons that only they know.
If you got money - you got class. If you don't - you
are considered trash, or so they say. Class" I think
comes in different forms.
Some people marry into class. Some people gain class
and some people are born with class. To have class is to
never brag about your exploits. Let other people do it
for you.
A touch of class is - like a touch of Mink. You see it, but you
can't catch it. To have class is - to respect others and respect
yourself. That is what I think is class...
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Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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I Can Not Change
I was born the way I am, I will not change.
Don't ask me to be - what I can not be. Accept
me the way I am.
If you love me - let me be and if you don't
then set me free. I can not change, my love
I give to you freely. From you, I will take only
what you want to give.
If we stay together - I will be true. If you leave
tomorrow, I will be sad, but I won't change for you,
or anyone else...
06/24/2014
By Lucilla M. Carrillo
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Where do I come from? Well we all come
from somewhere. I was born in a small
town, here in in good old U S of A. South
to the border, by the Rio Grand. Mission
Texas is the town's name.
My real parents came from Mexico. My
grandmother, it was said - she came from
Spain. My grandfather was indian. He fought
in the Revolution. Both were on my mother's
side.
On my father's side, never knew too much,
only that the grandmother died kind of
young. The grandfather died years later, but
I never got to know them.
My father left my mom, when I was only three.
He never came back. My mother gave away my
sisters, than later she gave me. She only kept
my brother, maybe she couldn't keep me.
I was raised with a nice lady and her husband.
I learned to call her mom. That title she had
earned and my respect most of all. My parents
that raised me were poor, but made sure I had
something to eat. My mother made my dresses
so that I could go to school.
I learned to read and write and enjoyed school
very much, but I had to quit at fifteen to help my
parents out. Years later I went back and finished
my High School.
I did not go to college , or mastered in any degree.
I am what you might call self taught. For about thirty
years I worked with electronics and did my job well.
I gained respect from my bosses and high top
engineers.
My parents taught me good values that have helped
me through out life. I am not ashamed of my
origin, of Mexican Heritage I came. I am what you
would call a TEX. MEX. and I live up to my name...
Just a little about myself. Hope
you enjoy it.
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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The brother In - Law Part I
A long time ago, there lived a young couple.
They were very much in love. About a year after
they got married - they had their first child. It was
a lovely baby boy. They named him Christian. He
was loved from the start. The father worked hard
in the field and the mother in the house.
Five years went by and the wife told the husband
that she was expecting another child. The husband was
overjoyed. He told his wife - I hope it's a girl this time.
The day finally came and a daughter did arrive. She was
named Christine. She was beautiful and a gift from God.
Christine was loved from the beginning. They were all very
happy. Life in the farm was good. The parents saw their
kids growing up. They all worked very hard to keep the
place going. Little did they know that destiny would
change their lives.
The parents were very proud of their children. Christine
was going to be fifteen years old. On her Birthday - her
parents gave her a big party. She wore a beautiful dress
that made her look like a princess.
Two days after her Birthday, Christian had to go to town.
He invited Christine to go with him. she accepted and the
left very early. It would take them most of the day. While
they were in town doing their errands, back home the mother
and father were doing their chores, when some outlaws came,
robbed them, killed them and burned their home.
When Christian and Christine returned - they could not believe
what they saw. nothing was left. They both cried a lot. Christain
burried their parents. They both prayed and said good bye...
To be continued....
I hope you are enjoying this...
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Love Me Amor
Amame - like you never have before.
Amame - y ven a darme tu amor.
Love me and come and give me your love.
Amame amor mio - that I am dying for your
love...
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