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This is my story,
a lot of fiction and dream,
its float on the rim like the cream,
that hides the real dish that is just a little.
My heart
My soul
My eyes
My hurt and pain
My story
These are the pages
From my life and
I found the answers
In your sweet glory, lord
~Shhh! I need you to have a heart and big ears just to hear hurts listen to my story~
9/23/11
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
How ironic is my sad story
After enabling their glory
Finding my errors and folly
Is what they now seek in fury
Zenith this is in daggers gory
Paper hearts for sale, as if
love doesn't carry a tariff
Read my story it contains a whiff
of love, its a lovely fantasy miff
These pages know my name
They know my story
They know my pen
All
My secrets
Holding them;
Like I hold yours
Reliably,
Your
Personal diary
In my dream I worked really hard,
I was hurt yet fought back.
I felt pain, saw progress, and heard praise.
I conquered my fear and won the battle.
I flipped a page
And saw my face
A page that would have been a mirror
If I held my face
I flipped another
And saw my words
Digging deep to tell my story
Maybe it's me,
But my pages are flipping
Towards the end of my story book
And a new one is about to open
With hands drawn in pair
With bracelet around it both.
an adventure every day
I can choose princess or pauper
writing my story as I create it
my ideas
my ideals
my beliefs
my attitudes
my choices
I choose princess
On cloud nine,
In muscled arms,
You listen to me,
You left your mark,
In the bark,
That is my skin,
Scars and markings,
Speak my story,
You’re a brief part of it all.
You are-
Every line;
Every word
The tip of my pen;
Every thought in my head
You are my poetry;
Part of my soul
Included in my story;
An excerpt of my prose
I'll tell you my story
of my yesterday
and sometimes it's gory
and I'm in a haze
Some of it's true
or what I need to say
beyond the limits of you
in a much deeper way
My Hand
My hand has planted many trees so the world could breathe
My hand has written down the truth so others could believe
My story is a silent one so I am free to leave
Indigo's heat...
hotten not for the hottentot,
way down there in sweet Victoria,
wears cool pants n bra, cooly-cold yah,
from the freezer is my story-are ....
Don Johnson
i wasn't done telling you about my day
i hadn't even gotten to the part where i got soaked in the rain
i wish you could have stayed
i was almost done with my story
i promise
Jesus gets the Glory
For he knows my story
I am grateful to be alive.
I've survived.
Praises upon thee
He knows all about me
Jesus's love is unconditional
For I am a miracle.
I’m searching for peace
In my soul
So when I close my eyes
I will be at ease
For my story
Is full
Of broken dreams and sadness
And I need to be
At peace to rest easily.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I'm just a junkyard dog.
Old scars tell my story.
I'm left water and scraps.
Alone in the dark I sleep
and dream of a better life
and love with es
I smell beyond fences.
Love is just out of reach.
“Although I am leaving, God will provide
the Spirit of truth to come as your guide
revealing my glory
as you tell my story,
the Encourager there right by your side.”
John 16.5-15
Super stardom is where I want to be
into the bright lights and oversea
Telling my story as I reach my dream
Nothing will be possible without my team
As I walk toward the light
Stardom is so, so bright
Form:
All I want is
A teaspoon of light
A dropper of delight
To cease seeing the world in shades of grey
To hold a hand that is not my own
To speak to the universe
To tell my story to the sky
It's all I want
My story begins as all others,
jealousy, love, failure, success,
enlightenment, struggle,
happiness and despair.
As the leaf turns revealing-
the end, my tale.
Has more to be told.
Oh wait I forgot the bard...
When December comes, I shall be lying on a tropical beach
Watching laden freighters traverse the warm Gulf stream waterway
I know hundreds will be reading my story in the tabloids
written September 22, 2021
I met a man today
Who said he's trying to help me
He wanted things to go my way
Time he had not for me
Things I needed to say
If he had heard my story
Now I know, he wouldn't care anyway