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Brenda Hamodey Poem
, The stream of water falls from the sky and the leaves go out to outer space. The dancing frogs jump across the busy road like Siamese toad.
Moment so f gay is the words go astray. I hear the moon cry from the hot sun and send tears of rain onto our open eyes. The strokes of light shine into my eyes as I wake from a dream.. And hear my mother scream.. where is my self esteem? I am in a cloud huffing and puffing from the deep evil cigar and try to find my way home. Please let me go I only have what is old.
That's what I was told.. the story unfolds... ,
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When you sneeze 1 time, you're smart,
When you sneeze 2 times you're intelligent,
When you sneeze 3 times you're a genius.
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the step towards values and conditions relate to the opposition in the coloration of the spectrum of a rainbow over the sunny clouds to bright and the percentages are in fact the lethal amount of relation and point one time after another and takes the right foot forward down the dusty road of millions of toads crossing the road and I sway in the winters fall and the life so realistic to become the genius in the realm of how one states his mind and the steps are forward to the problem of isolation in a world of communication and step to a new height of stairs that lead us to heaven and the new days lay comfort in the zone of retaliation and remarks.
The cremation of life is desired in the spiritual world stepping so far into a carpet of red white and blue. I have become liking the precise moment of starting the instructions to believe in the commerce of political steps in the house of white.
the light watches over my steps and gives me a retainer of space in the Universe and outer space in the shining stars so bright. The one moon lights my steps through t he valley of how to commit the best source of how one becomes one step back two forward. Take the step and love someone.
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I declare the emotion of everlasting commentary in the leash of designation to profound the elements of power. Power among the sequence of how one opposes the nature of how one-returns from the death of there own and withers in the dark as a dead man walking and to function in the clarification of how the righteous is reborn into a human cavity and to elope in the story of how to continue the legacy if only the brave can reopen the unthinkable as the ending is close to forgiving the past of negotiation...
I oppose the timing of the creative data is in the mind with a chip of the master mark of the beast as it reveals the machine to be alerted in all alarms of the construction of dignity and classifications to underestimate the columns structure to be in the dignity if only the particles last in the most important moment of justification and to clear the mess with the leverage in the sight of visual sequences and to provide a note in the literature.
I am in the condition of following through with indirective possibilities and to concentrate on the days of young. Promise me you won't tell my mother or I'll be grounded for life.
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The focus in the direction of possibilities and to enter into a bridge of congressional diplomat and to decipher the negative from the positive in all ways of motion and emotional dictation from the view of how one reacts to the situation.
The well kept desire is upon us in the world and our Nation today as I pray for blessings across the Universe and here at the post of the Holy Ghost. the truth will set you free from all obituaries in the west and east and north and south. The illusion is in the optical department in the coloration of how to focus upon the greatest stance in America.
The factors in the elements proclaim to be instrumental in the classic side of tomorrow's storm and the clarification depends upon the hope of releasing you from the ground to the sky. Millions have suffered in the district of our country and the position of agility.
The most important thing is to be aware of all unwanted dependencies and to include the timing of illustrations to focus in the hope that all will graphically step into the reigns of the kingdom of God. For once we die we will no longer suffer.
In the department of comments relays in the case of commissions to overreact in the darkest night ever. The timing is brought about by generating into a process of illumination and to perform the act of reasonable characteristics, Therefore in all that matters is forever forgotten in the days of younger.
Life will go on in the coldest of all emotions and evolutionary programming in the driver side of restitution of returning all common sensibilities and to point in the direction of how one stands in the front of the line of duty and to declare the position of remarkable and amazing stifling potential wait for freedom.
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the purple flower swayed out in the field all alone
And she lost all her friends in a spring wind, they floated away... but she found a friend, a little bubble bee tickling her on her peddles and giggled as he pollinated her so gently and tears fell from her stem and the sun shined brightly upon her skin so thin from the gusty wind... she giggled and laughed when a little rabbit came up to her and sniffed her fragrance and life seemed to tear her away but now she is much more happily with all that came to see her..
She smiled at the bee and he buzzed away and the field seemed les lonely and she again fell asleep in the suns heat and dazzled in the spring time moment..
The flower of power fed her with a drop of rain and all the seasons through in the blue red and white she was so happy to raise a flag up to the others in a loom and with all remarks the clouds said hello and good bye purple flower waiting for the next hour of deliberate motions and emotions came through and now she dances gently in the spring time wind.
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the truth is not guilty from a manner of customs and to enlighten the view in a more clarified situation that continues to battle with mental illness and focus upon the days yonder with the facts untrue and to defend thyself from the crisis of unwanted jail time and declare the depth of reality to hit me right in the stomach.
I truly am dedicated to others and to what is processed in the naturalistic department of jail and consider giving my life to five years in a cell for no reason and to depend upon the crisis of becoming cell mates with the criminals who should be there instead of me.
I cry for I just lost the war with criminals who pay a pretty penny for bartering the facts of differences and to engage in the laps of life in a cell of prison. I have announced my fears to the judge about what is continued every day from dusk to dawn.
Please hear me cry for a dismissal and allow me to live my life as it should be because I am innocent and declare the fact that I have never be so harassed in my life. Why I ask myself am I in this position that gives me no peace or hope.
I am lost in the case of congruence and stay focused on what pertains to my degree of following through with this bench mark. Life liberty and justices system have negotiated with a dismissal at this time of frame between days month and years.
Please forgive me of my offences and defenses and to demonstrate the condition of how money is counting my years. I will accuse myself from this arena and.. I will miss you all. To the impounded arena of the smell of prison walls.
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I feel the need to qualify with the most important legacy in my dreams and conquer the steps of becoming who I am in a district side of identity and support to endure in the politely sense of division to the start of the instructions in the start of a new agenda covering the side of departure and to listen to the nights howling wind with the attempt to divide my life in two.
I intend to find the truth and to bring a formula of dictating in the structure of how to live the story from one point to the next.
I am stable in the district of insanity and to dedicate the problems to a National protection of heroism as I lead the country to the safe state if alliance and with the remarks of the dark to see my shadow that hides within myself.
I allow myself to give attention to those in need with the coverage in all that produces a consequence of liberty and justice for all to open the days light.
I move one step and enter into a cave of hostages in the arena of division.
The most important thing is to open a window and step out gently from the broken glass.
I endure in the classification that all shall be free from the case of disaster and to depend upon the power of force to move them out one at time and to
safe grounds.
I am enlightened by t he structure of dynamite in the security of demission throughout the potential side of a ball of crystal evolution in the time of the sun rise.
I end with the day of progress and potential movements
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I am born by the nutcracker who dances so freely in the winter land of Christmas tales and the belongings spread over the snow covered lanes..
Where have I gone so strong?
There is a qualification for becoming free like you on my knee.
I crave for sugar please
The girls share there cookies and instant coffee
I lay here in Jail and nothing to do but sleep and weep
I create an image on the prison walls and dream of the outdoors
On the second floor
The guards open the doors and check our cells
I do well with the inspection
but feel rejection
Cry know more on this day of release back to the city
Oh how I completely adore the freedom
Yet I 'm still a hostage
Please I have no gold in my brain
Stop killing me I will never die with the name like him
He never learned to take in the death of sin
Jesus lays right on my side
Why are they so afraid..
Please I beg let me go?
the time is ten After the hour
I have power... I look to the tower
Seconds before I turn the news on
Dust and dirt
Some survived some were hurt..
Now they lay cremated of under the dirt.,
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the night was dusk and Halloween is near with fear
and clear starry night with shadows of lilted pumpkins on the porch as goblins eat there way through little children's trickery triter bags and children scream from the haunted night with a full moon and parties soon and all gooneys blow fire from there dragons and fire torches the pumpkin patches with orange goo all stuck around the land..
I cry for it's the age where I can no longer trick or treat in my jammies and so I just hand out candy by the door and adore the costumes. the night is old and I sip my tea and have memories of my children 40 some years ago.. where did Halloween Parties go.?
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