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I guess I'm not important.
I guess I'm not that great.
Some people say I'm wonderful,
I look at them with hate.
I try really hard to believe them,
But their true colors always shine.
One minute I am fantastic,
The next minute they are blind.
They are blind to all my goodness,
My generosity and my heart.
I am one of the realest people,
That's what sets us apart.
Many people don't understand me.
It's sad they're missing out.
They would see all of my kindness,
That's what I am all about.
As Jesus said, "Forgive them Lord"
"They know not what they do".
They may not know they are hurting me,
It's very sad, but very true.
I do not wish any harm on them,
I just don't know what they think.
What is it that makes me so horrible?
My heart's beginning to sink.
How do I explain myself?
How do I get them to see?
To see the wonderful person,
The person inside of me.
Such fake smiles and kisses.
I see them look with phoniness.
I try not to give it back to them,
They should only know my loneliness.
Maybe I am neurotic and scared.
Maybe I come across wrong.
But it's the opposite of what they're thinking.
How do I stop my feelings from being so strong?
They think I'm bossy and pushy.
They think I stand too tall.
But in reality I am weak at heart.
They just don't know me at all.
My smiles are a cover up.
I am not happy with how I act.
I am trying my hardest right now.
More than I ever have in fact.
So how do I explain myself?
How do I get them to see?
See the wonderful person,
That person inside of me........
Form:
(rhyme)
I love my water everyday
It is healthy to drink
Lots of it to consume
Do it and don't think.
I'm determined to have it
All day and night long
When awake all the time
Water just makes me strong.
Most people don't appreciate water
We need to conserve it
And not waste it anymore
By squander it not a bit.
In other countries some people
Don't have enough of it
We're so blessed we do
Aid those with a bit.
Water is great to drink
It's good for you, me!
Cleanses your body you know
We all need it too.
When it rains it's amazing
It helps grow the trees
And all animals and plants
Maintain your body healthy too.
Every living organism needs it
Water is such a blessing
Without it we'd be troubled
Save it and keep sharing!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
September 3,2009
The intuition that seeps its way through this mind, can read people well and pin point the sort
that are unkind.
The people you don't want to mess with, the people who feel the need to judge, and the ones
who take advantage and who hold a grudge.
Its funny how some people can be as open as a book, yet others can close themselves up
when you want to take a look.
The loud mouths, the quiet ones and those who don't care, that the things they come out with
at times can be rather unfair.
you have the people who are two faced and those who are fake.
Its better to drift away from people with that attitude for your own sake.
It takes all sorts of people to make up this earth, as we are given our own temperaments
from the day of our birth.
some are blessed with looks and plenty of attraction, while others may not but are full of
affection.
there are those who find it difficult to show their emotion,
it comes naturally to most while others don't have a notion.
One things for sure its not the outside of a person or the way they look that amounts.
Its their inner beauty and personality that really counts.
Some people find the path to where they need to go.
Some people ask the question, and the answers always no.
Their place in line is at the end to go and see the show.
They never seem to make it in, they're just close enough to know.
The knots just seem to slip right through their hands upon the rope.
They're hanging on with all they're might and every ounce of hope.
They spend every dime they've got to try and understand.
They practice every note they know, but never join the band.
The simple pleasures of the world, for them are never known.
They plant their seeds to feed their souls, but nothings ever grown.
You ask yourself just what it is that keeps them at arms length.
Is it that their hearts are broken and their spirits have lost strength?
I think that maybe that is true, their mourning never stops.
They try to find what they have lost, but the bubble, it just pops.
The grave is calling out their name from hope that they have lost.
They see the goal they want to reach, but can't afford the cost.
What is true love anyway?
Is it the things people do and say?
Is it hard to find?
Is love gone with no reason or rhyme?
Why is it so frustrating and hard?
Is the doorway to ones heart always barred?
Why do people say they love each other then cover up a lie?
Why do people yell detestable things to make each other cry?
Why don't people trust each other anymore?
Why do people say they hate each other and walk out the door.
People are so busy and avoid one another.
Why don't people seldom talk or reason with each other?
There is a love that you can find...
An unfailing love that is yours and mine.
Call upon Him if your lonely and in despair.
Christ is the one who gives unfailing love and who cares.
While some people come, others are a no-show.
They make promises, but break them as they go.
Some say they can’t do it, but don’t even try.
What is stated is truth, but it turns out a lie.
All I want are the facts as I move to and fro.
Don’t always give me the same thing, “I don’t know”.
I expect them to be on time, but they arrive late.
When I ask for the news, people often prevaricate.
Sometimes, these jokers don’t arrive at all.
Too often, those I know are enough to appall.
In this world, I know many a Jane and Joe.
Frequently, all each one says is “I don’t know.”
When I ask you this, don’t say “I don’t know”.
If I ask you that, don’t say “I don’t know”.
When I want to know, don’t say “I don’t know”.
If I want to hear, don’t say “I don’t know”.
Is your only reply going to be “I don’t know”?
Get lost you worthless trash, you had better go.
Tell me what do you really have to lose when you come and accept in your heart,God’s son?
Don’t you think that this is much better, than burning in hell, a place so much hotter than the very sun?
Life can offer us so much more than we can handle it in too many unfortunate moments of our life
Sometimes we can’t see things clear and that’s when we can make more mistakes and find in our way more pain and strife.
It seems there are so many choices in our life, and more things to choose from all the time, everyday
So be watchful and choose everything very carefully, as you find sometimes your way.
Every day the sun raises high, but sometimes the sun hides and heavily falls only rain
In every blade of grass dews shine and in every roses petals love awakes and hopes then reigns.
Time passes painfully slow sometimes,time watches and never ever stops for you me nor anyone.
Reflections of bygone days are great, when people and times were a lot kinder than what we have today.
Life is good and bad too, do you want it more good than bad, well,that’s the choice you have to opt for.Make it right!Make it worthwhile!
Why don’t you give something instead of taking for a change, give a word of encouragement give away your smile.
Life wasn’t ever meant to be just fine and see love and smiles on everybody’s hearts, eyes and face
The world is not just like that in real life, and our life is not even balanced most of the time, any place
People everywhere just grab and take all them can,but there's still hope,even when most people seem not to care
And as I look at the glow fading fast thru my window, clouds with their arms high,gather up lovingly,all the remmnants,of the days glare!
Bar is standing room only
Poetry reading
Hopefuls and veterans make the scene
Rub shoulders
Drinks in hand
Crowd at the bar
The place closes down
Quietly people move
Like silent shadows
Leaving
Without saying goodbye.
Nighttime
Second Avenue alive
Young people congregate
Hustlers stand on corners
Neon lights twinkle in the night
A few street people
Sit in a doorway
Huddled and lost
Hustle for change
Something to eat
Playing music that only the stars can hear
The beat of the city goes on
Never stopping
Undiminshed
Only the vastness of night
Reminds us
That we belong somewhere.
If you are moving along undetected
Then no one’s busted your door open
Or thrown your face around the room or the fairgrounds or the apple well
No one has mentioned all the colors that exist
And the people who are quiet aren’t about to start shouting about the colors they know.
It is not the sun that bursts but our eyes
Like fretful demons looking for new places to spotlight and hide and make warm
And this cold and then a weariness tripped up by your own dopamine,
A flailing faucet spring where walls are built between people and the places they might go
and fly a kite.
Now, that kite isn’t mine
But I’m gonna try and get it up there anyway
Up and into that big blue sky
Where freedom pours down like pails upon us.
Form:
Cutting through the matrix, I'm cutting through the matrix, gonna make it, what I wanna
make I can Make and when I make it, people gonna hate it, but gonna have to face it, I'm
cutting through the matrix , Know 3 men and an army will look to s.t.o.p this but you can not
stop this, will not stop I, so I'm a freeman no freedum but I'm dum free, please believe me.
Cutting through the matrix, I'm cutting through the matrix, gonna formulate it, what I wanna
formulate, I can Give rise to it and when I build it, people gonna hate it, but gonna have to
face it, I'm cutting through the matrix , Know 3 men and an army will look to interrupt this
but you can not discontinue this, will not impede I, so I'm a freeman no more Self-
Destruction but Full Free will, please believe this.
Tallan J bent (c) 27/11/2009 11:09Hrs