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Tell ya something. I faced it I stood up to it. Said you do your thing.
Dr in Longview say you are walking dead. He's a heart surgeon
I give you 25 percent chance
Hell I don't even know how your standing here
I can't do this surgery
You need a friend of mine and I'll talk with him go from there.
Next day he talked with my surgeon, he made a video to learn from it
I was polite to everyone.
I read everything I could on this heart work from the moment you wake up what to expect
I say you know something funny. I'm here cause I don't give a care one way or the other. If I die I. Won't even know I'm dead so what's the big deal
I have one 100 percent trust in you and your people I know I'm ok with it.
He shook my hand thanks man.
Rode an ambulance to Tacoma met the Dr James.
Soon as I got there someone took my DVD ran away and Doc. James was leaning over asking me questions. How it feel to be dead. A heart attack that has lasted 16 hours k
He was kind. I don't remember after that .
Woke up something was sticking out my face my freaked for a moment and before my hand reacted my brain says stop that is your tube.
I was shackled any way
But my brain started explaining things each time
And I was calm from that moment on. Still had one hundred percent faith in Dr an his folks .
I told the doci trusted in him
I never for one moment have doubt in the situation
I put it in my head to be respectful to him and his staff he's the man.
Everything I read. He did it himself to . I was respectful.
I was polite cause I knew they deserved nothing less than my total appreciation and respect
The took care of Jinjin. What more can I say or even need to say....need said.
They went above and beyond
One than one said I was one
One tough ol man
I kicked the odds a$$ .
These people saved my life.
No doubt.
Beat Oklahomas four years
.long enough to find the one person that has a chance to save me. He was going on vacation dig that.
Hats off Dr. James
I am grateful. You treated me like I was a personal friend to you
In the vast green meadow
Next to the water was a special celebration
On a night like no other this was the scene.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Royalty was all there of the Gnomes, Dwarves,
Brownies, House Elves, Wood Elves, River Elves,
Fairies, Unicorns, Dragons, Witches, Wizards,
Goblins, Hobbits and even the ones who are a
Rare show.
I learned they were all related in one way or
Another when court did convene
In the vast green meadow.
You could see love overflowed to and fro.
This wasn't a dream I know what I had seen.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
It was like being somewhere over the rainbow
Except everyone wore velveteen
In the vast green meadow.
It was ultimo primo
And very serene.
There were many tents with family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Father, Mother, Sons, daughters, grandchildren,
Great grandchildren, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins,
All in a family portfolio.
This one would never be seen in a magazine.
In a vast green meadow
There were many tents with the family crests,
Tables, food galore, seats, people everywhere,
Lit lanterns and fires gave this place an
Extra warm glow.
Cat
When Oscar sits on the windowsill
And sees someone within,
His mouth opens wide in soundless cry,
He gives us his cat grin.
Oscar rubs around my legs
He's such a friendly soul.
He then rolls round upon his back
And waves his long striped tail.
But after Oscar's greetings done,
He's off to do his rounds.
He sets off from the white door
To the long thin gardens end.
Every inch of soil and seed
Is subject to his nose.
The garden looks one way to us,
But he can see much more.
I wish that Oscar cat could talk
And tell us what he's found.
Ten thousand spider's weaving webs,
A slow worm on the ground.
A million ants climb up the rowan,
I sometimes watch them too.
I see the striped wasps and honey bees
In this small natural zoo.
The hedgehogs sweet have long been gone,
but we have diverse birds.
Oscar sits on my tall stool.
He watches them for hours.
Music has always influenced my mind
it was something way down inside
my musical girls I would see every night
full-size posters on bedroom, I could confide
Olivia Newton-John following on 'Country Roads'
I felt 'So Hopelessly Devoted To You'
having seen 'Grease' on many occasions
so 'Physical' it felt 'I Need Love' too
Kate Bush rises me on 'Wuthering Heights'
such a haunting voice makes me 'Wow'
follow this beau 'Running Up That Hill'
dressed in black so stunning wets my brow
Debbie Harry made me always 'Dreaming'
'One Way Or Another' was of Blondie fame
'Heart Of Glass' stunned me to 'Rapture'
this New York babe made me never the same
This was me in late teens to early 20s
effected musically by my poster girls
even now love their voices to hear again
just memorising fills me with thrills
(I am going back in time to write a poem about my music collection that affected your life growing up and they were my poster girls.)
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i once was a broken watch with skin
i once had a comfort that would never get itchy
i once lived in a perfect version of newfound freedom and personal comfort
then changes happened because of me and because of life
i am like the paparazzi
change is like the paparazzi
my voice is like that lady in that blondie group
'they gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha!'
now my dried up, crusty blood has repaired the broken watch
now the sudden discomfort has me itchin' like heeb bullies
now freedom costs everything, which causes mad discomfort
paparazzi likes ole vulnerable me
paparazzi takes advantage of the consistency of my oft spare change
You packed up your bags
Walked out of my life
Got a one way ticket
There’s no return
There’s no return
Stark cold empty sheets
Lie where you once slept
Tears soak my pillow
My love you spurn
My love you spurn
All those empty promises
Guess it’s finally dawned
You don’t need me in your life
I guess I’ll learn
I guess I’ll learn
Thought we were forever
Oh how wrong could I be
Now I know your plans
Didn’t include me
Didn’t include me
Friends tell me you’re happy now
I’m gonna get on with my life
Yes, I’m picking up the pieces
My tears still burn
My tears still burn
Guess time will heal this heartache
My grey skies will turn blue
For now all I can think of is ...
How much I miss you
How much I miss you
24th August 2015
Playing on my emotions, trying to keep me in line,
I will turn the tables on you and make you believe I'm fine,
Is that being dishonest.. while you're being dishonest from the start?,
Because if I told you that I can see through your game, you would deny it because you believe your smart,
You would take your sneaky plot, and try to turn it all towards me,
Just because I can see your intentions, and you can still hide your insecurity,
Because if you can't be honest with yourself, how could possibly be honest with me,
And you certainly can't claim that you love me if you're playing games to see,
And especially to the one person who would love you unconditionally,
And would never use that insecurity against you, because they love you genuinely,
Your fear screams louder than your words, and your heart still has doubts,
It doesn't make you any less lovable, but I want you to see what this is all about,
So I patiently wait for your honesty, and respect your heart needs time,
And still remain your friend and hopefully you'll find,
You will not sway me one way or the other,
I will stand firm on my values to see,
Your only tricking yourself at this point, your not tricking me.
i look out my eyes,
windshield wipers —
crying all the time,
inside.
the shy gives me the creepers,
living all the time;
buried treasure,
the shovel of survival, hides.
the teacher writes one word,
at a time,
on the enormous blackboard,
looming in my mind.
pretty...pretty...pretty
the violence in my history
destroying the self
not a believer
in books that “help”
disconnected, illusions looming
salesman tries to gimmee
some direction
it’s a one way road
out
my cheeks are red,
my eyes are blue
darkness finds me with you
the wipers fast, never stop
skidding shoes
wheels turning
spinning, burning
12/2/2019
Salvation is the gift of God to those who accept His Son, the Savior of us all – Quote by Poet
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I’m saved by grace
Through faith
Amazing grace, I pray
Will always be
Available to accept
By the sinner
Who repents and believes
Jesus is the only One
Who brings salvation to the world
I’m saved by grace
Through faith
I believe that Jesus died for me
So that I might agree to believe
And give my heart to Him
So He can live within
Where I aspire to be a light
For His endless love and peace
I’m saved by grace
Through faith
It’s the sinner like me
Who has the most to gain
By reaching out to the One
Who died and rose again
To bring joy to everyone
Who believes He is the way
The truth and the life
The answer to every prayer
Of the heart who cries out
For forgiveness – and
Salvation from their sin
I’m saved by grace
Through faith
And I believe, with everything in me
That Jesus is the One who came
To save a lost and dying world from sin
With His gentle hand of hope
He continues to guide us all with a light
That penetrates the darkest dread
And fills the spirit with endless grace
I’m saved by grace
Through faith
And there is only One way
To reach heaven from here
And that is believing and receiving
God’s one and only Son
His name is Jesus and He loves everyone!
Ephesians 2:8
“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:”
King James Version (KJV)
Who's The Good Apple of the Bunch?'s Series Chapter 1:
Hope ~
Hated for what she says or does…I can relate to what happens to her everyday somewhat! She’s been taken advantaged of and been bullied all her life, especially by her mean sisters…she’s an emotional mess and scared to express herself, except in music – the family’s main passion
Oh! So hopeless, stepped on like a dusty doormat, and a same magnet – her personality’s the opposite of her name ironically! She bottles up everything inside and she’s not so good of an influence on her one and only niece; however, she’s special and blessed in her eyes!
Pain fills her aqua-blue sky eyes…her beloved niece is leaving sadly! Oh well…she’ll get over it one way or another! Just leave her be and she’ll move on with life, even with a broken heart…there’s no one to speak her mind to now! Her feelings were meddled with and she’s hurt in the inside – pushed around by the wistful wind…she’s emotionally instable and she’s awfully sensitive!
Eager to getting her back, but this tragedy she faces is heartrending and it leaves her helpless…hopeless once more…rainclouds collapse from bitter clouds…abandoned for life until the future brings some hope in store and in mind for her sake! Restore hope to her grieving heart…