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Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
He
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2012
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it's not as good as you say
It's not what it seems
False tales and dreary days
No sunshine, it only rains
Just old cloudy days
And yesterday's dreams
It's not all you make it out to be
Things don't come free
There's a price for everything
Even a price for your soul
You're making something out of nothing
it's always something
All the drama, all that pain
Stings my piercing heart
You tell your lies in the dark
One day I'll bust open
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2012
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Water Dripping all night
I can not sleep
The room's at 98 degrees
A mosquito's constantly sings in my ear
It torments my nervous system
It' drives me crazy touching the point of no return
The night seem so long so still
This mosquito's giving me the chills
I want to go to the slee, but I can't
Because the torture of the night represents the torment
Of my ailing soul
My body starts to itch
It feels like a million ants biting me
I scratch constantly, but find no relief
I'm being tormented for some reason
But I don't know why
So I cry out but no one hears me
I jump up with frustration and rush to the bathroom
I drench myself with rubbing alcohol
And that relieves me for awhile
Then I enter my small kitchen and get the bug spray
And kill that annoying mosquito
Then I lay down to rest
This time around the rooms feels much cooler
I find myself dozing off into a trance
I fall fast asleep...free of torture
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2008
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It was a bright beautiful day
A lovely beautiful sunny day
Suddenly ghostly winds appeared
They became violently raging
I was caught up in it
I was neither here or there
I found myself trapped in a place
That I was not familiar with
It was a place full of souls
The souls were wailing and crying
They begged me to set them free
But I could not reach them
You see there was a gulf between them and me
I could not reach them
Some had signs on them that said
"I'm here because I did not obey
Others had signs that said "I did not believe
While others said " I did not forgive"
And another one said "I blasphemed his holy name"
They was wailing and gnashing their teeth
They were all trapped in those cages
And being tormented by their sins
Whatever they was tormented with in the first life with
They was tormented eternally with
A teat dropped from my eye
One soul tried to grab it, but it quickly dried up
I felt hopeless because I could not save them
Then i heard the ghostly winds return
They swirled and twirled violently
And with the blinking of an eye
I was back where I was
The day became bright again
And I said to myself
"That was a trip, I sure hope I don’t end up in that place"
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2008
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I looked in the mirror
And my soul was stirring back at me
It looked distorted because I didn't feed it
It said to me "Why didn't you feed me?
And I said "What do you mean?
It repeated itself "Why didn't you feed me?
"Feed you" I said, I feed you everyday"
"I'm not talking about carnal food"
"I'm talking about about spiritual food"
"What is spiritual food?" I Replied
"The word, The word," my soul said
"what word" I asked
"Don't you know?" asked my soul
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said
"The word of truth," my soul replied
"Of what truth," I asked
"The word of God" my soul replied
Oh!, that," I said
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know"
"Read Matthew John 16" said my soul
"Give yourself over to the word
And you'll find life eternally
And I will no longer look destorted and messed up"
"Alright, I'll do that," I said to myself
And for that whole day my heart pondered
And I wondered about my life
So I listened to my soul
And my life haven't been the same since
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This addiction is so powerful
That I can't with stand its' strong urge
I try to quit but fail time and time again
Just to go back to where I begin
I'm tired of being beat down by its bondage
I'm tired of being shackled down my its chains
It's a nightmare of smoking going down my lungs
coughing up all that slime and grasping for air
So I say within myself I'll just keep smoking
because the addiction is much too great
To quit is the hardest thing to do
It comes around when my life is dark and blue
And don't mention coffee to me
It just make that smoking addiction stronger
I wished I never picked it up
it would have been better to pick up a joint
Because a joint I can take it or leave it
I doesn't matter to me
I don't need it
Because its nothing to me
I wish that I could overcome this addiction
That would really be a blessing
Then I would have learned my lesson
To never pick up a smoke again
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