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I rose up from my bed, feeling better than I have in weeks;
With energy that has been absent, feeling rosiness in my cheeks.
I felt like I could dance and waltzed across the floor,
Twirling an imaginary partner I danced and waltzed some more.
I was light on my feet, feeling like I was floating in the air;
The shortness of breath I’ve had - no longer was it there.
Then suddenly I realized, there were people watching me,
How they came to be in my room was a total mystery.
I started recognizing faces of people from my past;
Some of whom it was many years since I’d seen them last.
Their faces were aglow; they smiled from cheek to cheek;
I turned back toward my hospital bed – where my body laid in its final sleep.
I felt an initial shock, mixed with panic and some fear,
When the meaning of my feeling good to me had become clear.
Then a nurse walked in my room and my pulse she tried to take;
She turned off all the monitors and covered up my face.
I felt a tapping on my shoulder and recognized her at first glance;
My wife who passed four years ago asked, “May I have this dance?”
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.
The devil did this the devil did that
This is not true this is not fact
His only power is influence
It is people who do the actual offence
He tempts us daily this is true
But he is not allowed to lay a finger on you
It is our choice to do or not
It is we who put our heads on the block
No matter what the situation is
It is our choice how we react not his
God gave us free will to keep us free
He wants people to love Him by choice you see
True love is given not forced at all
And it is lack of this knowledge that makes most of us fall
So when your in trouble don't pass the buck
Ask forgiveness and kick the devil out of the truck
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
People go along with life,striding their own way
however,for good,bad or indifferance,this is what i say
life is for the living, do not dwell the past
treat eachother equally, and shadows do not cast.
For people in glass houses, should not be flinging stones
nor mocking the afflicted,or bullies breaking bones
really,what are they thinking,it really is obsurd
my speach it is not fluent, and people finish my words
They don`t realise the frustration,how can they possibly
it`s every day life for them,i cannot make them see
the frustration, a fluent speaker takes for granted
twas not my fault, a seed did grow once it was planted.
Paul Beadnall
Sponsor Natalie Fllikkema
Contest Name Cellphones in the sauna...What annoys YOU?
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
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.
SOME PEOPLE LIVE TO DIE
WHERE OTHERS TRY TO DIE TO LIVE
WE WERE BORN FOR A REASON
AND WITH A GOAL IN MIND – THAT IS
WHY SOME PEOPLE LIVE TO DIE…
SOME PEOPLE WERE BORN
ONLY TO FIND THAT THEY
WERE BEING TRAMPLED ON
AND SO THEY DIE TO LIVE
WHAT IS IT ABOUT LIFE
THAT MAKES IT SO
WORTH WHILE OR
WORTH LIVING FOR?
IS IT THE WAY THAT WE DO THINGS
OR HAVE A MINDSET THAT
WILL NEVER CHANGE ITS COURSE?
AS HUMANS, WE INTEND TO FIND
THAT FORKED PATH ONCE
LIFE CHALLENGES US
AND WHEN WE HAVE TO CHOOSE…
OUR EMOTIONS INTEND
TO GET IN THE WAY
AND THEREFORE WE
DO NOT SEE
THE WARRNING SIGHNS OF
PAIN AND SUFFERING
FOR ONCE YOU HAVE CHOSEN YOUR PATH –
YOU EITHER LIVE TO DIE
OR DIE TO LIVE…
Form:
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.
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.
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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........
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