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Why do I love God so much you have asked me that question many times before?
Well I love Him because God is perfect and awesome. He's all that and much more.
God is good and pure and never tells a lie
He loves me and dries all my tears away when I just cry.
God is perfect and that's another word that fits him just right
He made us all and created all; see the sun and the stars that shine so bright!
God only wants what's good and best for all of us
He'd like you to have a joyful and good life,free of all the stresses.
God is great and He loves us all so much that He's sent down His only son
Jesus suffered and died upon a cross for all your sins and mine, since life begun.
Do you still want to know more of why I do love God and Jesus so much?
Well, I do, because God is my Father and is so awesome for this and all of that and such.
God is a spirit, and He's divine, and without Him, life would be filled with more pain and strife.
And without His love and guidance, is nearly impossible to live and make it right thru all this
life.
Jesus turned my whole life around a long time ago.
God is so full of love and with Jesus my life is so much better I know.
God will never tell you or anybody to do any violence or evil thing.
When you do bad things, don't go blaming God, the problem rests on only Satan and with
you!
Why do I love God so much you have asked me that question many times before?
Well I love Him because God is perfect and awesome. He's all that and much more!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
June 19,2009
Rock Bottom
I feel frozen with no movement, chilled to the bone, wondering when will this pain stop,
needing and wanting to feel the warmth of love, I’m afraid but never scared, mostly
certain but never sure, always precise but never perfect, sometimes I feel like I’m living
in a circus, opened like a book for everyone to read it, as time passes I feel no more
privacy, surviving with a life of destruction, without destroying, a passion without
commitment, so far these situations in life have got me slipping, trying to push myself to
be more persistent, I wish I could be an eagle so I could fly away from this evil
existence, sometimes I feel reserved but I’m always wide open, sometimes I feel like I’ve
sunk below, but I’m always elevated, sometimes I feel nurtured and cared for, but I’m
always lonesome and feel completely alone, I wonder why my life has been this way for so
long, disgusted by the way that things have gone, I keep collapsing but I’m always
standing, I feel like I’m dumb but I’m continuously sharp, I feel overwhelmed a lot but
I’m not saturated, enough is enough, I get tired of feeling this way, ultimately corrupted
by the way the situations in my life have played out, now I finally hit rock bottom.
Written by:
Wilfordjy a.k.a. thegoldenpython 09/06
Unhinged the face dwelling beyond the pale.
Seeming slightly off, a kilter, behind the glass
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife
whose sojourn upon this life is passed.
How familiar yet, not..that face can be
each wrinkle timely placed by strife
whose sojourn upon this life is passed
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife.
Are we not to be ourselves at all
must mere copies be we, alone alas;
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife
whose sojourn upon this life is passed.
Few sightings of an inner self are seen
the form, the flesh, the vessel so contrive
whose sojourn upon this life is passed
a semblance of a mother, grand and wife.
Those boots have walked to life
through many different steps
looking back I wonder
at the meaning’s in the rests
They say that life is made
of many different things
blessings and the like
others bring bad dreams
They come in many forms
on page and through the air
sometimes when unlucky
bastards arrive in pairs
Now I don’t mind to venture
long into my dread
but when a thought is tested
crumbles does my head
Why do these tests belong
a life we fate to live
to teach us how to learn
and show us what to give
Minding of thinking
musings
brought revived
sometimes crying off
feeling things I’ve lied
never wonder longing
the field of make believe
the best thing of revision
makes true life revealed
These boots may walk this life
rolled in front of me
steps are in the eddy
and thought is flowing freed
iv.
within genesis,
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis
the water rippled as I slipped,
silently screaming
into this dazzling stream
called life …
v.
clarity is and was
no cushion to float on,
its feathers,
still protrude from the
corner of my swag,
and my feet
are pierced to arch
with the stigma …
vi.
my head toppled into hands
brimming with dark iridescent clouds,
whose black pillows of depression
strain at the seams, pinpricks of light
rip the fabric in the lye of madness,
paranoia had concealed hope.
by its very deception
it had become,
my compass point and light
on the longest road …
vii.
hands that were absent of movement
found perpetual motion,
and they grew callous
crawling a mere breath
from the hard road of life
beauty had become stranger
and in Orion’s belt
a pelt was hung
and forgotten
as the dead flee,
serendipity was distracted
by the sparkle
in my broken wings,
submersed in delusions
and still alive with imagination
she forever soothes me
in the shadows
I hide between,
a blue ocean
and a tea green sea
distantly I hear
and know ….
Tu-whit!- Tu-whoo!
viii.
varied are the shades of illusion
in which I bathe …
I was away for a while
Some while… from a world known
With a life hidden somehow
Hence from within did I found my home?
Without the need to despair
Without a feel for remorse
Searching for a time without a care
Simply a moment found beyond lost
And I saw what the world could not bring
A definition of a self… would you have known?
Taught to live, I have learn to dream
And like everyone… to the world unknown
I saw life I take granted for
I saw those to know I deserve less
When money speaks… life we ignore
Did we really know what is best?
For a while was I not away?
Some while… from a world unknown
Lives’ a pleading everyday
Whence from within… if I found my home?
Decisions
Once again the day has come and gone
So many things still left undone
Waiting for that right someone
Hoping he hasn’t come and gone
Wanting to be independent and free
All the while the thought scares me
Thoughts keep floating through my head
At times i don’t want to get out of bed
Needing to make it on my own
Wanting to prove that I am all grown
Breaking free is hard to do
Don’t want to disappoint you
I see the fear in your eye
Your little girl is trying to fly
You’re scared that i’ll leave you
But know I will always need you
Now it’s my time
To see how high i can climb
I know i can do it
Your love helps me through it
Don’t want you to you think i’m running away
For back to you i’ll always sway
You helped me grow and help me learn
But now it is my turn
Because of your i’ll never sink
You taught me how to swim
I’ll always have you
This is just something i have to do
Spread my wings and leave the nest
You’ll be a big part of the rest
It’s the circle of life
Dealing with all this strife
Right now i won’t bend
It’ll come in the end
Feeling like I am left behind
These last few years been in a bind
Wanting freedom but needing you
So unsure of what to do
Knowing i should take this chance
Not quite knowing how to dance
In the end just make it up
Learning it’s part of life to screw up
I’m still afraid to make mistakes
Knowing sometimes that what it takes
Knowing life may not be easy
At times not fun or breezy
But in the light of a new day
Everything’s clear all the way
I know what i have to do
Even though in some ways it may hurt you
But i’ll say it again like i did before
I’ll always have an open door
I hope you’ll use it
I know you’ll come through it
I’ll only be a call away
If you need me in any way
Remember this isn’t goodbye
Only something i must try
Lets travel over the mountains,
Across the seven seas;
It will be the best with just me,
Cause only I can give me peace.
Misfortunes in the end teach us
In this gratitude less land,
One to always wipe away tears
Will be my own hand.
While travelling fast down the street,
The cool breeze hits your face.
The journey of happiness experienced
Makes it worth the pace.
Playing on the beach alone;
Waves always come back to you.
Unlike people in this strange world,
Who leave without even a single clue.
Relationships cease whatever be the form;
Aquaintances making me blue.
Cause I was strong in my belief,
That everything said and done was true.
Expectations lead to dissappointments
Cause everything was just a pose.
We always seem to forget,
That there are thorns too in a rose.
When life pushes me to a situation
To hits bulls eye with a dart,
The source of life always with me
Will be the beat of my own heart.
When I reach a point in my life,
Where I get to shine;
I will be the most happiest,
Cause this life is finally just mine.
I just cannot imagine,
How difficult it would be;
If the Lord up there,
Hadn't made me me.
The
Poorest
Choice in life.
I’m not being judgmental nor commenting on my feedback I’m just clarifying and
respectfully explaining my view of the poem. I appreciate the feedback, I understand when a
poem is written everyone relates to it in a different way. One never knows the ramifications
of a single piece of work. In the epigram form there is not much to work with due to the six
syllable meter. In my initial thought of ‘Aborted,’ from my creative perspective, was a
metaphor of aborting a single thought.
If one aborts a thought, the poem cannot be born into existence, thus no life of words,
no poetry, nor a beautiful contribution to literature to continue or record our stay in time,
etc.
I categorized my poem as life because we abort things daily and that’s a part of life. I am
explaining the creative depth of my poem’s entirety.
Yes, life can be aborted along with a thought, or a wonderful opportunity.
When poetry is written it is usually draped in metaphors and similes from the creators vision
and unique perspective. I hope my explanation shows the depth of a poem goes way deeper
than its surface... Raul Moreno
It seems like we all go through
Struggles, sorrows and great strife
But take a moment and look around you
There are many good things in your life!
God give us blessings and much more
But we take for granted all the good things
We often shun His blessings
And only think all the wrong things
We often ignore what's most important in life
We take for granted the blessings He sends
The world and the troubles makes us blind
And empty and lost most people spend their life
Life is so hard and the heart is often afraid
A product will be from all the choices you made!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005-2009
March,12,2009