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Good-Bye God
One day I fell into a well of despair
Why God does no one care
I am finally at the end of my rope
For me there is no hope
My only sin was looking at the pretty girl
Her face more beautiful than a pearl
Want, Desire, Lust
If only I could have won her trust
I asked her to release me
She smiled and stared
But refused to set me free
Obsessive thoughts way to deep
Mind and soul heartbreak weep
But I now know I will never have her
I fear soon I will be dancing with cadavers
I long for death eternal peace
Only then will this female obsession cease
I was taught it is wrong to take a life
The priest told me to find a wife
So this is the end
The damage I will soon do will never mend
Should I die by gun, noose, bottle or pill
Or take a leap from a high hill
Maybe God will send me a sign
Maybe a Heavenly Angel will throw me a line
Soon my suicide will fill Satan with pride
My Soul in the Lake of Fire will hide
Did Jesus ever Love me I cried
I can't go on like this
This Blonde Temptress
Robbed me of all bliss
Her beauty tormenting my soul and mind
Unholy woman kind
So I slowly put the gun to my head and said
Soon I will be dead
Good-Bye God
Now I am really going to blow my wad
But wait a voice said
Putting lead in your head will turn your rug red
The only thing that can save your mind and soul
Is to write your way out of this Obsession Hell Hole
God why did you put me down here
At the bottom living in fear
I must write of these bastard evil thoughts
The Devil tried but my soul can not be bought
I will not let the demons win
I shall not kill myself it is a sin
So now I will become a writer
Keep writing mental fighter
Even if my written words make no sense
Writing makes the mind less tense
Someday my obsession will be lighter
With Heavenly Help
My future will become brighter
So
Damm the Demons
I’m through scream’n
God thank you for finally making my mental suffering go away
So I can stay here a little longer and play
And if no one ever reads my words
At least writing has made my mind
As free as a bird
Joseph Adam Elward
The family was all gather in the waiting room at the local hospital. The new's of
Anthony being shot had everyone there in a state of shock and feeling dispeckable.
Just about a month ago the elder Anthony (Sr.) died after a serious car accident that
left 3-people's dead and a little boy in a coma, after recieving a large cut on his head.
So now his mother is deeply in need, and all are praying as they wait for answers-about
what seem like a hundred year's a doctor dress in hospital garment steps in the waiting
room, "sorry to be the bearier of bad new's, but Anthony injury was to seveered-we did
all we could, but sad to say....he's dead". The outcry of emotion was unbearable, Anthony
mother is given a shot to help her calm down and relax. "The enemy of depression is stat-
ed to begin when the enemy think's you're vulnerable at your most perplex stage".
But the power of prayer is a medicated antidode that wards off when the mind is slated.
Believing in Prayer's, Justifie's my stronghold on hope. "For faith is the substance of things
hope for, and the evidence of things not seen". Member's of Anthony family prayed inclusi-
vily for the carjacker to be caught, for he shot Anthony and stole his car, being depress
already she kept on praying thru-out this ordeal, and within hours, he's caught.
Thank God for being so real, his younger sister is heard as she shouts-after they're told
of the capture and still very sadden about Anthony ordeal, God has a way that brings about
hope--hope brings this family some thrill.
A whole lot of people deal with depression, some in the most provocative way. I myself
Believe's in faith, when the enemy tries to ruin my day.
I have a confession,
I have a problem with depression.
I know I am blessed
But my mind puts me to the test
I do not know why
Could this depression be Satan working on me?
When this happens I know to go to God on bended knee.
I need to let God in and push Satan out
This I tell you about
Sometimes I feel unloved
But I know I can go to the Lord above
He walks with me and he talks with me
He loves me
Sometimes it gets too tough
Holding back the pain is just too rough
I cry and cry
Sometimes I just want to die
Taking my life I think about
But my family would have to live with out
I do not want to go to hell
Heaven there is a place for me, I know well
Depression stinks
Sometimes I feel like I’m on the brinks
I go to God with Prayer
I know he can hear
I know if I ask for his help he will be there
I just have to learn not to be so stubborn
Sometimes I feel like he shouldn’t waste his time on me
The way I am, I know he does not want me to be
When no one else wants to listen, he will listen to me
At times I feel like no one cares
So I keep it all in and all I have is tears
Then my mind starts wondering and brings on the fears
I pray and pray all the time
Most of the time he heals me
Will this burden of mine get old to him?
Will I no longer have him to heal this struggle?
Will there be no one to give me a snuggle
Even though I do not see him
I know he is there, I can feel him
I know he loves me equally to every one
For God gave me his only Son
Form:
Heaven is there any such place?
There has to be something
in all that empty space
The space above the clouds
where it's always bright
and all your troubles are out of sight
Heaven is exempt from
all the dark clouds
God never lets them in,
they're not allowed.
Remember the peace you
longed for here on earth?
In heaven is where it
finally gives birth.
It's really beautiful
way up there,
everyone lives without a care
No more depression,
no more sorrows
no more worries about
your tomorrows.
Now comes the hard part,
What do we do?
When will our time on
earth be through?
What if heaven sounds so great,
we absolutely just can't wait?
Can we shorten our time
and help God along?
Or would that be doing
something wrong?
If there's a heaven
then there must be a hell
and God might not
take it too well
If we shortened our own time
and tried to help him out,
giving him one less person
to worry about.
Would he damn us to hell
because we couldn't wait?
Or would he forgive us
and open up the gates?
Would he understand
what it's like here on earth
waiting for our peace
to finally give birth?
Do we take a chance
and try to find out?
Or do we sit patiently
and wait it out?
Decisions, decisions
it's so hard to decide
By which choice will you abide?
it too
Form:
SOMTIMES IN LIFE THE BURDENS ARE BIG
SOMTIMES WE QUESTION WHY,
YOU CANT SEEM TO FIND ANY ANSWERS
THEN YOUR BURDENS MAKE YOU CRY....
BUT FRIEND I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW
THAT YOU DO NOT WALK ALONE,
FOR GOD WALKS RIGHT BESIDE YOU
YOU ARE NEVER ON YOUR OWN.
YOU ARE A PRECIOUS BLESSING
WITH YOUR KIND AND LOVING WAYS,
YOUR GENTLE STYLE HAS TOUCH MY HEART
MORE THEN WORDS CAN SAY,.......
IF I COULD ONLY GIVE YOU A HUG
AND TELL YOU THAT I CARE,
BUT I CAN ONLY PRAY FOR YOU
WHILE WISHING YOU WERE NEAR....
GOD IS WATCHING OVER YOU
AND HE WILL GET YOU THROUGH,
BECAUSE HE HAS A SPECIAL PLAN
JUST FOR YOU TO DO,
I KNOW THERE ARE DAYS YOU SEE DESPAIR
IT ALWAYS GETS YOU DOWN,
AND THAT MOUNTAIN SEEMS SO HIGH TO YOU
THAT ALL YOU DO IS FROWN.
BUT THE POWER OF PRAYER,AND LOVING FRIENDS
WILL BE HERE JUST FOR YOU,
AND WE ARE PRAYING FOR THE TOUCH OF GOD
ON EVERYTHING YOU DO............
WRITTEN BY ANN HART COPYRIGHTED,
NFLD CANADA,TO GOD BE THE GLORY...
The Gift of God is Eternal Life.
Form:
Does anyone care about all the pain that I’m going through? Does anyone know that suicide
is what I feel the need to do? Does anyone care besides the good lord his self? Sometimes it
seems as if he’s not listening either, sometimes I just feel all by myself. Is there anyone out
there who understands my feelings? Sometimes it seems as if god could not even begin the
healing. Only because I’ve got so much hurt and anger inside my heart, day by day I feel
like I’m falling apart. Does anyone care that every night I cry myself to sleep? It’s not going
to get any better, or at least that’s how it seems. Why doesn’t anybody hear my cries?
Sometimes I just want to go ahead and die. At 25 years old, I can’t even remember how
many times I’ve been raped, the first time was when I was only ten years of age. My mom
didn’t believe me which broke my heart yet again, when will somebody care? When will all
this end? It’s almost like my whole family just laughed at everything I’ve went through,
sometimes I just want someone to tell me the words I love you. I feel like even god will not
be there, I just wish I knew if there was someone out there who really does care.*
from the dirty hotel window he cries into the night asking God ehat he has to do to make it
right.
thunder roars lighting strikes the walls begin to shake.
all he wanted to do was take back that horrible mistake.
he drank too much did too much drugs popped too many pills all to chase away his blues.
in that moment when he hit her and amde her cry nothing seemed real til she said goodbye.
the birds stopped chirping the sun stopped shining all he had left was his woes.
he had to man up and take responsibility but that was too hard.
shes gone away now and wont be back all behind that wicked smack.
one too many timesw he made her cry one too many times she said goodbye.
the blood started pouring from her nose and sudddenly the world as he knew it was over.
he blacked out for that moment and took control let the demons run his soul.
the reality of her being gone is too much for him to spare so he open sup the window and
climbs ojn the ledge.
begging once more to God to please forgive him.
now there both gone!!!!!!!!!!
Form:
Why am I threatening?
Why am I threatening to do this thing, it is in my mind to do?
I am a man of action,
I am a man of deeds.
Why am I threatening?
Am I seeking approval?
Am I so self absorbed that my mother’s madness and daughter’s sorrow, my wife’s anguish,
and my father’s rage toward God mean nothing?
Am I so selfish that I would put them through such that loss just so I can escape to a
cowardly reverie?
I am not sure.
But I am threatening, and that thing is in my mind.
Perhaps I need an audience,
Perhaps I need an audience, for the things unsaid and unheard about me,
Perhaps I need an audience to remind me of a God that is better than my reckoning of
abandonment.
I am not sure.
Will I do this, or just threaten.
Perhaps I need an audience.