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The sun was shining on that
cool and beautiful day.
It was almost time to go
to the church Christmas play
As I was dressing
the pain began to start
I knew something was wrong
I felt it in my heart.
“God please protect this baby,”
was my hearts only cry.
I continued to get dressed
though tears filled up my eyes.
The pain went away
so to the play we went.
There my new friends we would meet
and we went and found the perfect seats.
The play was going great
and it started to get late.
As I sat there mesmerized
the pain again I felt inside.
Out I went to take a break
but it was almost to late.
To the hospital I did go
because my friend and husband told me so.
My pain grew more intense
as my life hung in the balance.
I screamed with every pain
my weakened body was drained.
The doctor said to me,
“To surgery you must go,
the small life in you is gone,
but you must be strong.
Every minute that we wait
adds defeat to your fate.
This surgery we must do
to save the precious life of you.”
My heart began to cry
as I asked myself ”Why”!
This little life so sweet
now I shall never meet.
The pain I felt inside
made me start to cry.
Then in my room appeared
three people that were dear.
To comfort me this night
my life to help me fight.
Only they would know my fate
for they were sent from Heavens gates.
“All is well” the first did say.
The second said,
“Don’t be afraid.”
Not a word did the third one say.
All he did was stand and pray.
The peace I felt was so intense,
I knew it must be Heaven sent.
The light I saw
was bright and warm.
The peace I felt
my heart adored.
“Its not your time.”
The first did day
“With your family you must stay,
all is well in your life,
you’ll see,
one day soon
you will meet your King.”
“Know this my child
on this blessed day
your wonderful life
our God did save.”
“So many questions
cross your mind.”
“I pray God gives you
peace in this time.”
“Only God knows why
He answered not your cry.
Understand not
don’t even try.”
“Soon the pain in your heart
will end.”
“Then the healing
will begin”
“To end this poem
in a special way,
remember this
I once more will say,
God saved your life
This blessed day.”
©January, 1998
I am more aware than the average person
that your business revolves around giving everybody bad credit
even if you can afford the 900 dollar phone bills
for not using your phone
they will get their outrageous monies owed
or its bad credit for you
What an amazing way to bring down a whole society
i always thought it was an interesting weapon
considering the drug dealers using them
are the only ones able to afford such high bills
Con the youth to purchase one of your plans
a payment method that sounds doable
then your blown right out of the water
money you dont think you owe
well pay it or get bad credit for 7 years
what a bold weapon upon society you have
taking the nation down
almost single handedly
And your customers complain
gripe and groan
grin and bear it
but this has gone on too far
your cell phone scam is a weapon
and you are destroying people with your lies
everyother person in the world has bad credit because of you telus
how friendly is that?
i have yet to meet one person
that hasn't gone to buy your product
and then spend 7 years of their life with their bad credit trying to pay you off
Taking down a society by contracts
contracts where you lie
my bill should be 45 dollars a month
i'm lucky if im not paying 225
bad credit for 14 years telus
i know im just a number to you
but if you are soo friendly as you say you are
we are gonna get close my friend
I have soo many issues with your bogus company
you are a weapon telus
and you just destroy everyone in your path
7 years bad luck for signing up with your contract
then 7 more years after that
you have turned my entire life into a prison sentence
and there is no way out of it
no point in paying my bill
you would just lie about that
the money would get lost in the mail
or you would cut me off
If i had it my way
I'd go find the telephone pole i bought unknowingly
and cut it down and take it back
with bad credit you can't go anywhere
and it's really hard to find a place to rent
i was homeless because of a telus bill
so drop your friendliness act
i know an enemy when i encounter one
and i have no time for someone who call sthemselves a friend
and treats me like crap
Your Life began for me when the mention of the possibility of your existence presented.
When my seed fertile the egg and the blue print of life took on form, you were alive to me.
The insecurity of the one responsible for your transformation fell prey to ignorance
disguised. The voices that dictated the decision, that directed the choices, believed that they
were speaking in the best interest. How ever, the world views of the conception of life
matters little to me.
I weep; that I will not see smiles, hear laughter or cry’s, experience the touch when you grip
my finger with your little hand. Robbed of the embraces I will never receive, because of
babble from empty spaces between ears. Believing they will keep alive a dream by
destroying one in the making. “Do the right thing”, was the fraise used out of content by
injudicious people with selfish ideals, looking into futures that are not theirs.
Having love for someone never known, not being able to share feelings never felt. The tiny
phantom kisses that haut my dreams awakening me from my slumber, to a world missing
you. I cannot imagined the pain your little body felt while heartless physicians thinking, no
life no pain, snatched creations essence.
What will become of the spirit, looking for the soul mate that will never respond to its call?
Looking into the depths of all eyes, they pass, for a glimpse of something familiar to hitch
their life too. A life unfulfilled missing the beauty that should have been theirs and the
feelings they will never share.
I tiptoe past empty shadow filled rooms listening for the sounds of life, humbling silence; I
surrender and accept that you will never be mine to hold, spoil or watch grow. Forgive me
for not taken control and standing against the powers that were. I had a say in what should
have happened, I just said nothing.
A selfish act, a separation; departing from this life at ones own hand seemingly without
care made everything go away and I now I’m left confused.
Motivations, anticipations; commitments to a cause; ebbed away while on my knees, crying
this can’t be. And the agony was but the beginning and now unanswered questions haunt my
conscience mind. I struggle not with the causes of such actions, it is what it was and
what it was I’m not likely to ever know. Where is the third part of the nucleus that made
up the triangle, that’s my confusion?
My stance like the pugilist remains balanced and even though I travel many roads of
probability in my thoughts, in my life for the most part stays very much as it always has
been. Perhaps the missing one also separated from all connections as a protective measure
but I, I am unable to see the logic of such measures. I don’t exist; she doesn’t exist, so
there fore he never existed either? And I try harder by the day to get closer to the light
because only he of the light will tell me true when I am old and my mind continually tells
me none of this was ever real.
And I query not as to if this life really exist but weather or not it is what we think
it is. It has been taught to me that heaven has many levels therefore maybe this is one of
hells many levels also. These answers elude me as it must others who lean towards seeing
with an open eye, and I can only remain loyal to the cause regardless of all hindrances.
Surely those of us with kindred concepts will overcome and by the grace of the one and
only, the answers will finally be forthcoming. And to her, the living missing one who I
thought was a likened soul, I send my best wishes and my undying love. Perhaps someday
you’ll know this and it might comfort you to know I never forgot any of it.
I stare into the rays of the sunrise reminiscing on the events that take place in life,
There can be so much pain with very little time to do what can be desired in life.
That is why we must live our lives to the fullest like our loves ones did before they went
home,
Take their wisdom and lessons to succeed and make life our own.
I think back on how me and my grandfather re-connected and it seemed like I never was away,
We could sit and talk when I visited as if we never missed a day.
He once told me, "Darius, being a man isn't about doing what you think a man should do,
it's about doing
whats right and being the real man God tells you to be."
He shocked me but that is when I realized he could see the man I am destined to be.
Life goes on as we mourn for the fallen but we mustn't forget that their life wasn't built
with sin.
Joy is what we should express for them because we shall see them again.
We are all sad...some of us even close to losing our minds,
But no matter what happens he will be in our hearts reminding us all of the good times.
As we continue our lives he will be watching from a far,
Guiding us...protecting us...as if he's our own personal northern star.
The night can be unkind to even the mightiest Knight,
But even he knows the evils that stir can be over powered by God's light.
Through the deadliest storm we will have one another to overcome any type of weather,
No matter how strong we make ourselves out to be the love for family will always provide
shelter.
His legacy runs through our veins so our heads must remain high without doubt or shame,
Floyd Leroy Knight is one of the most greatest husbands, fathers, and grandfathers that
God blessed this world to contain.
Season’s
The defining moments in my life, are like the seasons in me.
The season I was in, determined who I’d be.
Just when I started understanding it seemed the season turned.
The things that I lost became what I yearned.
In the spring time of my life I was foolish and young.
There seemed little consequence for all that I had done.
I hit the road running, never looking back.
Never seeing what I needed, only what I lacked.
So much around disappeared, then it all was gone,
These became the moments for which I longed.
In the summer of my life, I basked out in the sun.
No responsibilities, my only interest fun.
The days were warm, full of light.
It seemed like the future was nowhere in sight.
In the autumn of my life there seemed so much change.
Everything in my sights, seemed out of range.
As the leaves began to fall I thought my life was turning.
Smoke just filled the air, from all the bridges burning.
No matter what I tried, I couldn’t save myself.
Only to awake, seeing someone else.
Then came the winter season, with the cold wind’s blow.
The seeds that I had planted, lie dormant in the snow.
The door slammed behind me, I couldn’t see where to go.
Things that I thought I knew, I didn’t really know.
The world outside was dying, but I wasn’t really trying……...
Now it seems that life has come full circle again.
A new beginning from the ashes of the end.
When I thought it may be over, spring time returned.
It carried the message of all that I had learned.
To truly love, you must set everything free.
Then you can realize all that you can be.
With eyes wide open, I finally can see.
That everything I needed was right in front of me.
I feel as time is slipping away. I lost my father a couple weeks ago. I lost my mother 9
years ago. I have obviously experienced loss in my life but when my father passed i felt as if
everything was slowly slipping away. I loved him. I admired him. I saw how strong his
commitment to his family was to his children to his wife. He was a father to many. I
breakdown every time his name is brought up. I can't seem to move. I know he is gone but i
can't find reason within to accept it. I remember when my mother died it was a Sunday it
was fathers day. I felt nothing so she was gone life goes on right. So i didn't cry. I didn't
mourn her death. I didn't care for her I always saw her as a selfish woman. She sacrificed
me for her own sanity. I hated her for everything she did and everything she said. The way
she would look at me as if sickened by my sight. My cries meant nothing to her. My screams
filled with fear and agony meant nothing to her. She was cold. My father was warm. He
comforted me. He didn't push me away. He didn't ignore me. He listened. He didn't hate me.
He was a wonderful and not a day goes by that i don't think of him. I miss him and i don't
know how to say goodbye. I don't know what to do anymore. I always knew life wasn't that
fairytale everyone tries to paint for you as a child. I just never lost anyone close to me. I
have felt pain since i could remember. I learned to cry before i learned to smile. losing him
has made me realize true pain, true grief, and true loss.
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A MENTALITY HELD CAPTIVE, IGNORANCE EASILY FED UPON, A SENSITIVE LIFE ALTARED
AND CONTAMINATED. BELIEFS CHANGED, MORALS COMPREMISED, VALUES ERASED,
MANIPULATION ONE SELF, IDENITY CONFISCATED. DIGESTING SONTREVERSIAL LIES,
FAKE, A SHIELD, ARMOR, TRAPPED WITHIN A HATE FILLED DIABOLICAL SONFUSION.
HIDING BEHIND ANOTHER, SEEKING PROTECTION FROM HUMILIATION, ONLY TO BE
FOOLED BY A MIRAGE A MERE ILLUSION. A FOLLOWER, FOLLOWING A PATH TO
DESTRUCTION, WRONGFULLY ACCUSED FOR ONES SIMPLE NARROWMINDED INTENTIONS.
TO FIND ONE SELF BACKED INTO AN ABYESS, WORDS SPOKEN WITH LIES, LIVING A LIFE
FULL OF CONTRIDICTING. A HUNGER FOR THE TRUTH, AN THEATRICAL EQUATION TO
WHICH ONLY DEATH IS DECIDED UPON, SADISTICALLY THE ONLY SOLUTION. DEFENDING
THE WRONG FACTS, DENYING THE INEVITALBLE, SEARCHING TO BREATH CLEAN AIR,
FINDING YOURSELF ONLY INHALING POLLUTION. PASSING JUDGEMENT ON OTHERS,
HYPOCRITICAL THOUGHTS, SPEAKING WTH A FORKED TOUNGE, SHELTERED,
CONTIPLATING DIGGING A GRAVE. PRESSURED INTO WRONGFUL SYSTEMATICS, FORCED
INTO TRIALS, TRIBULATIONS BECOME ONES FULL OF ANGER, REGRET AND HATE. AN
ALTERED STATE OF MORALS, VALUES AND BELIEFS, BECOMES IMMORAL BLASFEMY WHICH
LEAD SADLY TO YOUR FALL, YOUR FOREVER DEGRADING CONFRETATIONS. SCARS NOW
COVER YOUR HEART, MIND AND SOUL, YOUR SHUNNED, HATED, ALL COULD HAVE BEEN
AVOIDED, THOSE YOU CHOSE TO INHERIT ANOTHERS TESTIMONIAL LACERATIONS.
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Always remember.
Remember me a smiling face, so radiant on a sunny day.
My love for you always graceful like a doe.
To no longer feel the aches and pains of this world., as I stand in heaven’s door.
I will look down upon you, smiling
Thinking of this amazing grace a sweetness like the song.
I will be free to spread my wings and leaving back my love.
Remember, I am the fresh air you intake running with the breeze.
I will be a moment , a face or a memory that’s engraved in your soul as you go on each day.
I will be remembered by a song, a photo, or a child.
Remember , peaceful I am high above the rushing clouds into the great blue sky.
I will always hear your prayers and talks when you think I am not listening.
I will be that butterfly fluttering in the wind.
I will be laughter brought on by memories as we smile and remember the good times.
Sometimes I will be a answer to questions about life and know that maybe I did do my job.
Remember I once was a part of you , your love , your childhood , your past.
I will be a belief , a morality, a principle, or a faith.
Remember beyond the hurt and loneness I will be your future.
The reality of life and death.
A lesson of love and hate.
Because in death I will be reborn for eternity on your love.
Remember love never dies , neither will mine.
Little lads, out in the yard;
Life-long buddies who love to play hard.
When Mom calls them in, they are quick to mind.
Yet all of their toys get left behind.
A truck, a ballglove or some other thing
Left in the sandbox-or under the swing!
Because, at the end of a long day of play,
Who wants to take time to put their toys away?
Two men in Aisle 4 of the department store;
Seeking new "toys"--though now they cost more!
A better fishing pole (bound to improve their luck)
Faster computers;bigger boats; perhaps a new truck!
They see life now through adult eyes.
The toys they leave out, have only changed in size!
They're put on display for the neighbors to see,
Hoping to provoke them to jealousy.
One man is standing all alone,
In the viewing room of the funeral home.
He'll pay his respects to his buddy today;
But there'll be no laughter;no more time for play.
The toys are all put awayand one man's life is done.
He has entered his eternal home.
Will it be in Heaven, or perhaps in Hell?
Only that man and God are able to tell!
During your lifetime, don't allow "toys"to push Jesus aside;
If you're serving your ego,Heaven may be denied!
Charlie Pelota
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