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~ (~) ~ Answering Hate (Part #1 of 5) ~ (~) ~

Thank you so much for your honesty friend. I paused and took some time with your
statements to me to ponder on it. Yes I have these problems that are always rising up
within me from time to time. The truth is I believe that I need all the help that I can
get. Because my soul is tortured as well by them. I'm glad you were patient enough to read
anyway. Takes a lot of strength and courage to be as honest as you have been, I appreciate
it. It reminded me, that relying on myself alone, and remaining alone with these things
makes it all the more harder for me to remain honest with myself. As you have so plainly
been with me so again I thank you. I just get so afraid sometimes to be this way. But I
feel that honestly it is a true strength that you have. You I feel are truly blessed.
Gifted with this boldness of heart. You carry it well. I feel it is the most precious and
there is no truer strength lying within you. If I were you, well I would feel blessed and
encouraged by it truly... . As for what was stated in the writing it was for me a simple
message. 

Though I can tell you myself it made my belly uncomfortable too. When I heard... saw it
for myself for the first time. Made me cry... . Because I truly don't want myself to feel
it anymore than is necessary, being reminded today what it truly means to be like this. As
I considered and still keep trying to grow to know through it how I have in turn been
brought to yield it myself every time I saw for myself my own hate. You know it makes me
more and even more afraid. Because I've been like this in one form or the other my whole
life. I probably always will be without some help, I figure that when I heard this message
first, it rose within me in this greater form. I didn't like it either at all. Made me run
to something more though and today I am feeling a little, sometimes quite better the more
I am moved away from it. Because I also found that for myself, I wanted more than just
this hate and living alone with it. And through hearing the truth of it, I knew that I
alone could not stop it from rising up from within me... . 

Because I don't truly enjoy feeling sick to my tummy like this. It has been for me this
way for a long time and I am finding that it can in its reality surely kill me, because
for myself I let it consume me. 





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~ (~) ~ the Things of These ~ (~) ~(Part #4 of 6) ~ (~) ~

As you see, hear a few moments later a funny looking Huckleberry Hound dopey little dog
cartoon the families all time favorite as the children snicker, and everyone there comes
in the room just in time and laughs together. With our dog cocking her head slightly and
barking with us. As our kitten Timid whacks at her ears stops again and chases her wagging
tail, hysterically.

And I tell you if it is all I can do to cherish the freshness of these things, friend I
will. I tell you I've already won.

My baby's laughter there in the highchair clapping with his superman bottle sitting in his
diaper splashing away all over Him listening to Dave Matthew's' It's Not Easy To Be Me
waving it in one hand as he shimmy's and rocks too and fro to the beat of the ambiance of
the new day, yes, reminds me ... .

Our Oreo cookie looking kitten named pounce, playing alone today now there
in-the-rain. How everything from birth has remained so curious to him. His
resilience as he laid there with her saying goodbye ... . As Gracie his sister just passed
on, yesterday. So I feel fate brings us to this opportunity, gentle mercy, tender beauty,
purest of goodness, when willing, everyday. Though even we do, or do not pray.

Like the perfect feel of those glorious tender kisses. Sweet caresses flying footballs
bike riding scuffed up knees tender love and band aids humming-birds-humming.
As-they-hover by the honey water feeders. The dog barking Pounce and Timid playing with
their super bouncy ball bouncing around whimsically too and fro. The Mango Chicken
Surprise chicken in the Set-It-and-Forget it rotisserie. Slippery wet feet legs flung up
swinging arms and tossing shoes loud thunks of your older swimmer Son slipping coming in
from His morning workout on the linoleum floor being just freshly mopped right bye the
back door.

As Mama cries out ""sorry Son" the dog or cat peed and you yell too"" You alright", and he
yells back frustrated "Whatever!" "This is a crazy family"! "I want out" Let me out"! And
yes some other real good humor I cannot really hear right now, and as well yes I feel he
is like Jim Carry and Robin Williams and a lot like me and my morning coffee.

Still being drank all throughout whatever heat of the day.





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Talking To God About

Hello God, I know You are the Almighty Father, the Creator of all heaven and earth. And I 
thank you for all that You've ever done for me. I give You all the praise, honor, and glory, 
that you so rightfully deserve.  You are worthy of all my praise. Thank you for my wife and 
two sons Lord, my mom and all of my family.  They are such blessings to me. There are a 
few things that I need to discuss with You though, Lord. My oldest son is bi-polar as you 
know but won't take any medication. Why God won't he help himself and take some 
medication to help clear his mind.  He is so handsome, intelligent and tallented but pitiful and 
mean at the same time, schizophrenic I believe people call it, and says he hates You.  I 
know that You understand that he is sick and I know that you help us as much as you can, 
but I sure do wish he could find some help somewhere down here on earth!  There seems to 
be no one to help these poor sick people. Some have even gone into schools and killed 
teachers and students because they wouldn't stay on their medication or they couldn't get 
their medication right for them.  Others have killed parents and grandparents.  It's so pitiful 
Lord.  I also thank you for my Church family and the tallent you have given me for playing 
several musical instruments. I love playing piano and hope that many people are blessed 
from it, but mostly I want you to get all the honor and glory.  Another thing Lord, I want to 
ask You to touch and heal my mind. I thank you for my wonderful physical health but I've 
had a  problem or a "thorn in the flesh" I call it, just as Your Servant Paul had.  I don't know 
what was wrong with Paul but I know I need a special touch from You.  Sometimes it's very 
confusing.  I know Your Word says seek and ye shall find, but I've been seeking for an 
answer or for help or healing for many, many years.  I've ask for healing so many times and 
I know You're probably tired of hearing it.  But You tell me to pray without ceasing and to 
bring my partitions to You.  If I must go on the way I am, I don't want to be a slave 
anymore or to hide my true self from society anymore. I don't want to be that "someone, no 
one knows" anymore!  I know if I pray to You, that You will keep me in Your Way. Please 
Lord make my mind whole and normal. so that I can cope with each day.

For Them For Me Written In the Loss of My Wife and Children

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If I were to have my way; the welcome of-those
bygone days, then I'd be sure they would know.


My hopes the fairest dreams of all; were all I wanted to
share - the ones held so dear that I couldn't let go of for
anyone - but them.


As plane rides come to mind jet setting daily qualms God's
buried grace the quiet suicides, was all that came of those-days,
and because I have come to find, parachutes are an option-not
only for those that are living... but are expressly offered for the
worn walking alone and weary within themselves already reeling
from their regrets -  

and so it is I believe God being the catalyst for my life, a show-
of His greater eminence and Sovereignty - mercy - 

because I too exist myself in a free fall over this valley of the-
dead - and-so it has become for me my own personal, peculiar-
quirk of twisted providence, the evidence of my fate that all
circles are not the same or brand entirely, nor an entity-
within themselves... completely whole - because my-
experience has shown that they too, given
the-proper-vexing, like me - 

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What I Didn'T Forget (Part 2)

I just read the poem that you e-mailed to me, 
and I never knew just how painful this would be. 
There are so many words that I'm wanting to say 
to you, so many feelings I've kept locked away. 
It started off fine with just talking online, 
now I'm starting to find that I can't leave behind 
all these feelings I've tried all these years to erase. 
They came flooding back in when your beautiful face 
was before me again in that picture you sent; 
and I just can't believe all these years that I've spent 
trying just to forget, wanting just to believe 
it was over, but God, I just cannot decieve 
my own heart. And i need you to please understand 
that I'm trying my best to do all that I can 
to let go, be your friend,I just don't want to hurt you, 
but holding it in is not one of my virtues. 
I'm telling you this, and you don't need to listen; 
but I do love you, and I know I've been missing 
that peice of my heart that you took as you drove away, 
knowing damned well we both had so much more to say. 
I never thought that I'd say this again, 
but I miss you so much, and I just can't pretend 
through these long conversations, these feelings were sharing 
that I'm over you while the memories are tearing 
my conscience apart, wishing you were here with me. 
My heart doesn't lie..for these words...please forgive me. 

Seventeen years ago, December fifth, 
we stood in your doorway and shared our first kiss. 
If i would have known then the things I know now, 
you'd be here by my side; i just didn't know how 
to be everything that you needed me to be, 
and it hurts to know now how i just couldn't see 
that it just didn't matter, you loved me because 
not who I had become, only for who I WAS 
before taking a drink, before losing myself, 
before alcohol turned me into someone else. 

So I'm looking back now, as the memories reveal 
it was never your fault,so you don't have to feel 
that you failed me, in truth you did all that you could, 
and if I could change everything, trust me, I would. 

Writing this poem's one last effort to say 
I'll continue to love you through every day. 
I'll always look back on us without regret, 
and it's good to know now that YOU didn't forget. 

Ten years ago, you gave birth to our son. 
And now that he knows me, my life's just begun. 
THANK YOU
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With a Kiss

~ (~) In-the-moonlight from here echos carry far. Grace lays beside innocence amid the 
shadows of love the measure of its hope, tranquility, delivered. (~) ~  


~ (~) With a tender terry to-and-fro-amid the murky acceptance of the open streams, 
dancing vibrantly humble weeds-can be-found rolling around in abandon toppling about-again-
and-again-up-under them then-and-again amid-the-forbidding mid the ambling waters off the 
shores in lieu of the gentle undertow reflecting-of-their-brilliant-pastel-colored-luminescence 
— shining boldly in their naked dance coming to land softly then... and-again — each upon the 
mighty shores of the delta. And as they catch her eyes my youngster her passions. (~) ~


~ (~) Tender-as she is as she eyes them there their velvet petals crimson her love grows 
sheltered between the bosom of the light. As she kneels down, reaches out between the wind, 
and-thorn... to pick up their essence her quiet ladies their beauty blooming.? (~) ~  


~ (~) Shadows scurry away, run... morning Sun wakes the dawn. Grateful eyes see, 
remember. (~) ~


~ (~) Removed, bygone buried dead already I am... yes. No not bitter because grateful if the 
truth be known, a willing man I am today. Wishing only to abide in peace with no regrets. 
Because yes friend, found I have in the place of my bitterness, regret, today. (~) ~  


~ (~) No, you know I know I haven't any room for this. Praying to be as I was born but-one 
open soul my one driving ambition being, to be as complete. Absent of the motive of self 
ready openly willing to be emptied recreated filled to-overflowing standing in the repose of His 
peaceful pardon. This promise remains to be plenty for me enough. Asked God I did, for this. 
Trust Him now I do. Honorable He is faithful, wiped my sin away He did... sealed it, with a 
kiss.? (~) ~  


~ (~) And now given-to me this, God's illustrious heart extended for me held up high! His love 
has come, brought me to my knees... kept me. Echoes carry wanting only to raise lonely 
ghosts of the past. His love has become my only reprieve. No kinder thought is there to wake 
the morning. Carry onward with me, through the twilight-with-Him... fall asleep to in peace. (~) ~





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He Still Loves Me

HE ALWAYS LOVED ME						4-2-09



All of my life, He loved me
I first took notice of it
When I was about three(3)
Every tear, every frown
Lifts my spirit, when I need to be unwind

At age seven(7)
He taught me, how to be a true friend
And how to return genuine love
Even way back then

When I was about nine or ten(9-10)
Someone else took my innocence 
Who’d I thought was a family friend
And…That Man Loved Me

By Eleven or possibly twelve(11-12)
It happen to me again
So I took off running away from Him
Because of another horrible man
That wasn’t the plan

When I was fourteen(14)
I felt no longer clean 
thought I
Had no father figure to listen to
My hopes and dreams

By fifth teen(15)
I found my first love
We indulged in adult things
We had no business, we had a child 
And…This Man Still Loved Me
With unconditional love, and a lot of beguile 

At Seventeen(17)
I was on my second bout, with another mans child
But He still showed me that he loved me
Without a doubt


Between then and the last of my teens,
I had been running about, still looking for love
When a stranger came on the scene, my envy had turn green
No physical love in my world, just trouble and strife
I was trying to figure out how to again, 
Come clean
So I married a man who claimed to except me and my kids,
I had no idea that he was abusive and would beat my ass
And fracture my ribs

Twenty one now and two(21 children later
I realized that the man I trusted and married
Wasn’t my hero, he was nothing but a hater
To be beaten and stripped of my dignity and pride
I was going down fast, from where I thought I was 
In for the long haul, not a pretentious, joyride
And after all this, He Still Loved Me

By age twenty two(22),
He gave me the OK, on what and how to do
What should’ve been done when
His love for me was new

He did an instant replay of my life, 
Reminding me of my innocence 
He reminded me of His Agape Love
And that it came without a price
He said: your season here is over and done
For your battles are no longer under the gun
He said: I never stop loving you
And before all is said and done
You are again with child, and with this seed you carry
I have evened the score, 
And peace and harmony in your life,
I already begun to restore.
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Transitions of a Mind

With closed eyes the spirit of darkness begin to fall 
upon me                                                                         
Anger,hate,depression, and suicide is all I see            
With open eyes the spirit of lightness begin to reign 
upon me                                                                        
Joy,peace,love, and happiness is all I see         
While glancing in the sky I begin to notice                    
Lightness and darkness begin to unite                          
Continously on an ongoing battle                                
Trying to get a better understanding of who has 
dominion                                                                       
Over my mind,body, and soul                                        
Constantly finding myself being enticed from left to 
right                                                                              
As if I'm playing tug of war                                            
With a feeling of being a lost soul                                 
Being trapped in a cruel and cold world                        
Whose on the move of finding that special place called 
home                                                                  Even 
though I was being covered by God's Holy 
Angel's                                                                          
I constantly find myself walking in complete darkness  
While strolling through a tunnel full of death and 
destruction                                                                    
Glancing up ahead noticing a light that                         
Shines as  bright as the sun itself                                 
The closer I get, farther it is away                                 
As I'm  approaching my final DESTINATION                
An angel came unto me saying                                     
If you continue along this path                                      
Better days are yet to come                                          
Your struggling days will soon be over                          
Your hardships will eventually fade away                      
Every step I take, every move I make                           
All things that wasn't of me begin to slowly disappear
me
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~ That Adam ~

That Adam.

Had the pleasure to meet him.

An honest man,
faithful ... trusting, relying in God ... 
He's centered!

Lives his life,
strait from the heart.

Can do the math.

Found him shreding wood today; 
with his thumb.


Stands ...
right smack dab in the middle.

A common man.

Can break down a ruler by half.

Be it whatever the width, length, depth ... or height.


Lives his life full throttle ...
places himself right there in position 
first thing in the morning.

Got a bum knee ... 
but still ... 
he hits the ground 
just a running.


Knows ... life's just one big grey area!

A free for all 
freefall!

Knows just when; 
to pull the shoot!


Believes life's a perfect science.

He's everything but ... off kilter.


Maps his life out in his head.

Something doesn't quite figure.

Holds his head high. 

Waves his white flag of surrender.

Takes it all as it comes.


Called out to me one day, 
threw out his hand, 
sat me down beside his confidence ... 
offered me a beer! 


Walked up, 
started today matter of fact, 

or so to speak!


Building a porch with him now.

Plan to secure it with a roof,

sealing fan ... lights,
the works.


Working-hard ... 
to live in peace.

A humble man of God;
building up his simple life, 

through-the-mercy-of-his-hand.


One mighty hand, 
gentle, true like few
that Adam.


So-hey-man!

Me ...

wouldn't-even think to-cross-him,
because-my-friend;
I sure can respect him; 

for this!


So-if-any, 
there's a plan, 
your betting on.

Well ... 

you'd be best to have another look!


Because bud I tell you his hand ... 

man it's capable!

He can level a porch, 

with it too!


So if in fact,
you ever feel he smarts you ... 
and were you, 

to dare!


I don't know I tell you!

Take care!

"Pull the shoot" bud!


Though I just met him myself. 

a good old boy I like him.


So before you get to jumping!

Friend ... 
maybe you-should too!


Because to be true with you friend, 

I haven't a clue. 

But sure, 

I'll bet you this! 


Don't know what else he can do!





"Working with him today myself,
and I figure I know now ...

"he's a good man that Adam".
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~ (~) ~ the Things of These ~ (~) ~(Part #2 of 6) ~ (~) ~

And I can just see him there by the wind chimes chiming their morning song smiling at us
outside along with the orange juice and apple, and apple butter set up beside the grits
and raisin toast in the toaster. Maple syrup ready for heating in the microwave with many
funny, grand events circumstances questions of the day already being proposed to you in
all seriousness.

Running up and down the spine and belly really wrestling with your patience. Answered
swiftly with light chuckling laughter. As I think wisely and answer saying "as you and I
are set to bed at night, we all too need God's peace in the morning". Stomping on the
floor with a rugged click clack clack... saying "overt, wisdom is not patient to fond
reflection of itself alone. So is the way of the chopstick. Lying there so defined ... .
Hands sick. Hear their plea. They
cry mercy, use me ... !"

Remembering when she was younger their Mothers' Mother our other kitten Precious of
memory's past yes her kittens many antics with my Wife and children and me.

As one of Blue Jeans our oldest Daughters' new Mother Kitten, or I should say Cat now,
with her first little litter of kitten, as we found her pregnant now some time ago and now
her three, no two kittens -- the one little fuzzball I forget her name. They both jumped
me this morning.

One climbing up "my spine right now" one my shoulder scooting down my belly on to my knee
as I stick it out so it can jump onto my broken down dark brown leather Lazy Boy flip back
Daddy chair as I'm leaning myself back, with one hand for the other. As I change their
bowls so they may have food and water. As they play with one another over who in the
process gets my big toe. They haven't figured quite yet it being quite stinky. There being
two, connected to me there is another protruding shell toy of a fleshy
distraction for both of them.

Like the simple spontaneity of my little one, jawing away on a pickle slurping it down
wiping his mouth on my coat shirt pocket, as with a big grunt the youngster looks at me,
then cuts a wet one in its diaper, just as I'm wanting to go to the restroom myself, and
reaching, needing, a paper towel.






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