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Seasons

Life is a series of events, changing seasons. I must search, look for the reasons. Worried about triumphs and trophies. Forgetting I'm not measured by victories; But by my growth, how I've evolved. How I survive problems not solved. I'll make mistakes, I'll learn lessons. Experience loss, overcome transgressions. I must remember that old cliche'. No destination, but a journey every day. Good times and hard times, it's all the same. Time waits for no man, no one's to blame. Always remembering, this too shall pass. Be careful while searching for greener grass. Moments are fleeting, right before my eyes; But when I'm struggling the devil lies. Contradiction, I think myself clever. Out with the bad and the good will last forever. With one breath I wish for a feeling to last. With the next, defeated, wishing another to pass
Yes, I admit I've been there. The moral of the story, what I wish to share. Is to bask in the sunlight when it shines. Cherish the warmth, thank the divines. Accept the challenges for what they're worth. A small fraction of my purpose on earth. Flowers will bloom, leaves will fall, and tides will change. People will come, people will go, and lives will rearrange. Hindsight is 20/20, I've had to be shown. What I would have missed had I not grown. If I'd given up, threw in the towel, called it quits. During the times of life that gave nothing but kicks. Looking back, it all becomes crystal clear. Those lessons I learnt; I hold so dear. What a shame it would be, seriously, a tragedy. I could have missed out on a life woven, a tapestry. If I'd not been reminded things only last for a season. If I hadn't searched, looked for the reasons.

12/7/2020
Seasons
Sponser-Edward Ibeh
Advice To The Youth

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She Lived

I am who I am because... she lived
The thoughts I have, the way my brain works
The way I behave and all of my quirks

How I see the world and the lessons I’ve learned
The fights I’ve fought and the cheeks I’ve turned

How I listen to the feeling in my stomach
Why reason and logic can never trump it

Why I watch my anger and hold my tongue
Knowing there’s no taking back the words that stung

I love the way I love because….. she lived
Why forever means forever, there’s simply no end
Blood doesn’t matter. Family can be a friend

How I know love is unconditional, forgiveness a must
Why when things are tough, my heart is what I trust

The reason pictures are keepsakes and always hung
Why Way Over Yonder is the sweetest lullaby ever sung

It hurts the way it hurts because she lived
There’s a part of me missing, a part that feels alone
Why that feeling in my stomach says I want to go home

Why I fear the pain will take over, rip me away
From the loved ones I still have with me today

So I fight like she fought to conquer the grief
Because, after all, it’s nothing but a thief

It will steal the good times, both past and future
Taint all that she was, all that is beautiful

It’s tried it before, it will fail once again
I’m the daughter of Renee, Thank God. Amen!
I’m so glad…. She lived

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Coming Back Home

Cold and dreary from this road I’ve been on
Out here wondering just where I went wrong
Memories hold me together and tear me apart
Inching me closer to the place I left my heart
New places, smiling faces. It is all just a blur
God knows I have been searching for a cure
But peace has eluded me or so it would seem
Afraid of nightmares so I refuse to dream
Caught somewhere in between heaven and hell
Keep telling myself I’ll get through this spell
Holding on to hope and trying to stay strong
Over and over. Stuck on repeat. The same song
Made my mistakes and forced myself to roam
Exhausted, just trying to find my way home

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My Foolish Heart

Living life dangerously with my heart on my sleeve
So reckless, So careless. Others can't conceive
Have you no walls? Where is your protection?
You're bound to get hurt by self-infliction
They look upon me. Baffled and shocked
"You foolish girl" they shout. They've mocked
Pain is all you'll find taking a risk such as this
You'll be left heartbroken over short lived bliss
I've heard it all before. Been told a time or two
They've even been right. I'll admit that to you
Here's what I know. What I learned from it all
Love is a risk. Even guarded you can fall
Nothing last forever. Everything will change
Hearts come together, fall apart, rearrange
Rather by choice, by time, or by death
Even when it last to someone's final breath
But there's no growth without pain
As there's no flowers without rain
Say what you will, I told you from the start
On my sleeve it will stay, my foolish heart

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Sweet Sleeping Child

Sweet sleeping child
What a beautiful sight
Dreams running wild
A future oh so bright

In the calm night
No worries to be found
You are my light
In my arms safe and sound

I gaze away
Ponder Heaven on Earth
Thank Him, I pray
Your miraculous birth

A Mother's love
Unwavering and pure
Gift from above
This blessed child I'm sure 

Peace comes to me
Sweet sleeping child of mine
A soul I see
Beautiful and divine

Worth more than gold
So innocent and free
My heart you hold
Forever, my baby

My saving grace
My purpose for living
A sweet embrace
I'll always be giving

My little one
I'll protect you, sleep tight
My moon, my sun
You are all that is right

So fast you'll grow
In a blink of an eye
Before you know
Time will zip right on bye

So rest right here
Let me hold you awhile
and keep you near
My sweet, sweet sleeping child

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The Twelfth of Never

Excuse me, but I really don’t have time
I can’t stay I hope you don’t mind
Silly me, I’m always losing track
With your help I might get back
By a quarter to the twelfth of never

Pardon, could you point me in the right direction
Seems I’m at a crossroads, an intersection 
I’m all turned around, quite lost you see 
I know there’s somewhere I’m supposed to be
Sure I’ll try the corner of the twelfth of never

Forgive me, do you know when success begins
Or what a girl’s to do with all her sins
I’m afraid I may have missed my chance
Sounds like you’ll finally get that dance
When it’s half past the twelfth of never

Ope, I’m sorry I should have known
My one shot, figures, it’s blown
The wrong place, the wrong time, eh
Story of my life, well maybe another day
That’s right next year on the twelfth of never

Well see you later and thanks again
I’m sure I’ll give up, but who knows when
What’s your name , I keep forgetting
Failure, that’s right, it’s very fitting 
Don’t you worry, I’m quitting.
        On the twelfth of never

11/21/2020
The Twelfth of Never
Edward Ibeh

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Four Roses

To hear
The need to talk to you with nothing important to say
This feeling comes over me many times through out the day
To tell you how the day went or what's been on my mind
That I miss you, wish for you even after all this time
I pray to hear your voice, to hear you laugh once more
It's something I must imagine and often dream for
To see
I long to look upon you for you to stand in my sight
To see your loving smile so genuine and bright
To look into your eyes to see the beauty deep within
The curves of your face and the color of your skin
Can't feel the comfort of your look nor the power of your stare
All that is left are pictures, it just doesn't seem fair
To feel
I yearn to feel your touch and really have you here
To hold your hand, share a hug and simply have you near
To feel your warmth upon me, for your presence to be real
Sadly this won't happen and these wounds will not heal
I look to my memories and keep you in my heart
To remember how your love felt while we are apart
The dream
Heaven's where you wait for me, this I do believe
That on the day we meet again you'll remember me
To get me through the years and moments you're away
I'll keep you in my dreams and that is where you will stay
To get a glimpse of you, to keep your memory alive
You'll be the dream I have for the rest of my life

So I bring to you and set gently on your grave
Four roses as my promise. A promise to be brave
I promise to live, love, and laugh. To always stay true
I promise. Heaven's where I'll meet you
These four roses keep me going and here is what they mean
One to hear, one to see, one to feel, and one for the dream

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I'Ve Been Around

Life has been normal and strange, exciting and lame
Fought, begged, pleaded. Just to play the game
Wished and dreamed of fortune and fame
Searched for an escape from all the pain
I’ve been good, I’ve been bad, everything else in-between
Worked hard, slacked off, lived dirty and clean
Been innocent and guilty, on my own, on a team
Acted stubborn, easy going. Faced reality, chased a dream
I’ve gone through ups, downs, good times and bad
Comfort, fear, stability, chaos. All I have had
Seen miracles come from no where, Tragedies happen fast
Both pride and shame can be seen in my past
I’ve won some, lost some, been first and been last
People have praised me, stones have been cast
Experienced the easy life, with no responsibilities to mention
Busted my butt and partied it off, ignored, paid attention
Been betrayed and forgave, sinned and sought redemption
I’ve been dismissed, I’ve been chosen, held back, had ambition
I loved drugs and hated them, I’ve said yes and I’ve said no
I’ve done them, they’ve done me, decided they had to go
Some memories are treasured, the lessons more so
Through it all I got lucky, this I do know
Done some impressing along side some disappointing
Finally felt true love and yes it’s worth the waiting
Seen my care free days become non-existent
Became a wife and mother, never knew what I was missing
Been kicked when I’m down, been shoved around
Been loved by the best of them, pound for pound
Put myself out there, fallen face first to the ground
As for the future, well, who knows what’s to be found

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Sister

Where ever you go, Whatever you do
A keepsake to carry, she's always with you
Nostalgia follows, a sliver of childhood
Never to be lost, that is sisterhood
Both your mirror and your opposite
Everlasting, a bond so definite
A family tree, grown from the same roots
Individual blossoms taking their own routes
Shared experiences, in tune, a wave length
A home to return to, a giver of strength
A safety net allowing you to reach new heights
Cheering you on, hoping you take flight
Designed to catch you when you fall
Stand you back up, nice and tall
A pusher who believes the sky is the limit
A shining light, you can never dim it
A sister is a necessity, a blessing, it's true
L’amour entre deux, love between two
Souls adjoined, like rope intertwine
Forever together, glad you're mine

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Hank, Cash, and Willie

Sun's going down
Drinks are filling up
Been a hell of a week I'm bout to turn it up

Crowds coming in
Bands starting up
Drinks are kicking in I'm bout to turn it up

Bartender asks what brings ya in
I shot em' a wink and said don't be silly
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash, and Willie

I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie

Whole teams here
Shots are lining up
Been way too long I'm bout to turn it up

My song comes on
My arm goes up
Been waiting all night I'm bout to turn it up

What’s that ya say do I come here often 
I raised my drink and said don't be silly
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash, and Willie

I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie

Nights winding down
Last call is up
No way I’m going home, I’m bout to turn it up

One more song
The band calls out
What’ll it be? We’re bout to turn it up

It better be a good one don’t be silly
I’m on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie

I was born to rock, born to roll
This honky tonk, it's in my soul
I said....oh, don't ya hear me
I'm on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie

Ohhh how country are ya

It better be a good one don’t be silly
I’m on a first name basis with Hank, Cash and Willie