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Christen Foster Poem
As a dad, who am I kidding?
I never expected that I would
Ever be a dad. As in I did not
Think I would ever experience
Another human being calling
Me, their dad.
I mean it’s not like I do not like
Being a dad it is just me being
A dad is something that was
unexpected for me.
I mean after all I can be considered
A loner, an outcast one who does not
Quite fit the norm of what a REAL man
Is supposed to me by the standards of
Corrupt society.
Yes little old me.
But it happened you are here and I am
There for you every year of your life.
Whether in person or in spirit I am
ALWAYS there, where, here with you.
As a dad your life existence has become my
Responsibility. So I respond to my ability
to be a presence of stability in my paternity
Energy.
I give thanks to the most high after all your
the apple of me and your mom’s eye.
A living angel in the real when your sad my
Child you come to me bold and courageous
never afraid to tell me how you feel.
We have fun together build memories in all my
years of life I never imagine that I would have my
own family.
As a dad I want to give you the best. Strengthen your
Angel wings so you can fly when your old enough to leave the
Nest.
Prep you for every life lesson because life is constantly testing
My one and only having you is truly a blessing.
As a dad you am me have a special bond that many
Others do not have growing up, so when others see
And acknowledge this they will be envious of you
Because you have something they do not have but
Only wish they had.
As a dad loving you and your mother is my number 1
Priority. You are a apart of me so everything you do I
Know I can not be fully mad at you because you are
A reflection of me.
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Christen Foster Poem
What’s up? I hope you’re doing well. I see life has taken it’s toll on you, believe me I can tell. Its like from the moment you are born society places you under its spell. Damn it what the hell is going on? I bet that’s the dialogue of your higher self. So guess what? They may label you but no one can place you on a shelf because your soul is not for sale! They can brand you call you all sorts of names, put you in boxes of every weight, size and shape but they can’t ship you in the mail. You are priceless my friend but valuable at the same time. And as one the closest friends you will ever have in THIS existence. I want to help calm the storms that are raging in your mind. So you tell me you feel like nobody understands you and you feel all alone in what you are going and growing through. Hey man I see you, I hear you I FEEL YOU. I am here for you I want to be there for you even when they say you are too soft spoken, I lend you my ears so you can let you heart speak because I want to unconditionally be there for you. Hey man listen I know you experienced times and situations where you felt no connection to anyone and they labeled you antisocial weird and unvocal. I been there too and I know that can drive even the best of us loco. So you tell me you feel anxious and stressed out about your future based on your past experiences, like all the things that were said to you, done to you caused you to want to just get away from it all and shut down. I get it and to honest with you, it’s perfectly Ok to NOT be ok. It’s actually cool to not fit in because you have the power to DECIDE when you are in alignment with what you feel inside. Why? Because only you can know what is best. Until next time take care and be blessed.
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Christen Foster Poem
I have been to the year 3,000
I have been to the year 3000 not much
Has changed, there is still corruption
And modern day currency is currently
Worth nothing.
Everyone trades for what they want
No need to rush around and stress out
About making someone else other than
One’s Self-rich.
Although, the environment is much cleaner
The community became much greener so there
Is no need to protest? Creativity and self-expression
Has become more valuable and collaboration has become
An important part of success.
Popularity, social status and vanity no longer hold as much
Weight as it use to in the past. Life and well being has become
A higher priority no one focuses too much energy in living
Fast.
I have been to the year 3000 not much
Has changed, I guess as far as societal leadership
Goes will it ever change you ask is the year 3000
Who knows?
However, there is one thing that has changed and
That is the way humanity takes care of its self.
Self-help has become the remedy to emotional
Health.
All energetic chains are released not only can
The people of the year 3000 think outside the
Box, they can expand shape and reshape the
Box into any form they want.
Why you ask because the people of the year 3000
Know they are more than capable with the
Capacity to become the captains and future leaders
Of their of destiny though politics has it purpose
And reason to exist. This dose not prevent the
Inhabitants of the year 3000 from living their every day
Lives and making the most of it.
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Christen Foster Poem
Looking at the emotions I feel run deeper than the color of my skin I want to move forward in my life but I do not know where to begin.
I am thankful for all I have at this moment that I am in. Evidence all around me reminds me of all the things set up for me not to win at this game called life. My life that is. feeling lost in more areas than one where is the passion fulfillment where is the fun in the undesirable places life has led me too? I hear someone say society is an illusion so what is the real truth?
Frustration sinks in every crevice of my inner being so the inner me then becomes the enemy. I ask the question what is the source of this energy? I sit, I listen, I feel the negativity all around me externally, I felt drained, so I reached out to reliable sources both inside and outside to feel recharged.
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I guess this had to be said
The root causes for the way
I am kept awake at night
Summer heat no sleep
My only companions are
Past events and the opinions
My soul resents.
I guess it had to be felt
Every reflection and failure
To society, my appearance must
Be on point and tailored
To meet another’s expectations
My soul craves approval like
Success and celebrations emotional
Rollercoasters to ride on certain occasions
As a man fear becomes unacceptable you must
Be the brave one.
I guess this had to be heard Oh, sorry say that again?
I can’t hear you. My soul then becomes numb misunderstood
Makes you feel dumb because you must be the only one when
The second or third comments speak up son. Damn it another crack collateral
fracture to move forward must move faster to escape the disaster
in my life oh well, time to backtrack.
On the bicycle of this thing called my life, I fell off way too many times the bumps and bumps and bruises become a badge of honor look how bright they shine. So how do I heal as I deal with how the pain festers when the scabs of old wounds peel. I heard my brother say toughen up like the Navy Seals. For him, my heart is cold like steel stories I retold myself based on events half real.
I guess this had to be seen the rumors about me are not true I am not really mean
Although I do get mad and half the time I don’t know the words to describe how I feel. Your insults don’t hurt me I devour them like three-course meals. Lets talk about what’s really on this brain how lies were sold and how this soul growing up in the modern education system studied long-term and was short-changed but I guess the was all part of the plot to teach base on rigged curriculums and whether I learned or not teachers still got paid at the end the day.
I guess this had to be sensed since every human I ever crossed paths with subconsciously convinced that parts of my soul do not fit into the mainstream
No one left to pick up the pieces so forget about seeing the bigger picture when the vision is blurry.
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Christen Foster Poem
The tongue is a fire.
I've been burned by its words.
I arose from the ashes,
and flew like a bird
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Who am I?
I am….
Creatively crafted canvas of creation.
Honorable handsome holistic human harmony
Real resilience
Independent intellectual individual
Successfully self-sufficient spirit striving strongly
Telling my truth throughout time
Efficiently and Effectively
Never losing focus
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Cause & Effect
The tongue is a fire I have been burned by it's words.
I arose from the ashes and flew like a bird.
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Do We Sleep to Dream or to Forget
Do we sleep to dream or to forget is the question I get asked a lot from my clients
Whom I council, for you see I am an unlicensed psychologist but a sarcastic psychologist at that. (Don’t tell anyone is my only disclaimer). Anyway, to answer your question about sleep, I always thought sleeping it was something everyone did like a natural reflex to shut down and detach from all the repetitive bull-crap they experienced throughout their day. I mean come on! Lets face the facts we all need to sleep even if you don’t have a bed to sleep on or in what ever never mind I said that back to the question.
I would say to the best of my knowledge and understanding that’s a common fact that not only do we dream to sleep, ah; umm I mean sleep to dream but we also sleep to forget as in that house party you had when your parents were on vacation.
Or that break up from that psychotic ex-girlfriend who was half stacker and half bipolar activist always coming up with reasons to monitor your every move. Like your work schedule, classmates, on the attendance, mid-terms, final exams and every phone number in the your contacts list in your phone, plus the number of followers and friends you have on ever social media site in existence. Or that time you and your friends got into a nightclub with fake ID’s that were poorly made and ended up getting so drunk that you forgot your own name.
So there you have it folks I would say yes we do sleep to not only dream but to forget. But don’t take my word for it no seriously don’t because you are dreaming and I am just a random voice in your head and you are most likely tripped out somewhere thinking to a licensed therapist but you’re not.
Your hangover will begin in 3,2,1 Wake up!!
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Christen Foster Poem
Young Soul
Dear young soul who stole your smile that you go around stone faced like one who wears the weight of the world holding you down. Where is the joy that once filled you when you chose to incarnate yourself in a form of this melanin thin body and heart that aims to please everyone accept you but for every insult, rejection, disappointment fear insecurity, humiliation and tease; bars in the form of labels were encased around you rules and expectations were given to you where you slowly began to forget what it truly meant to be free. Your eyes were replaced with blurry vision so you have no sight of the greatness and potential you truly possess. Self-doubt and uncertainty slowly began to invade every crack and crevice of your being so you appear in the eyes of them as unsure of your self. Dear strong soul who silenced your voice that you believe what you have to say is of no importance that the mere sound of every word that comes forth from the core of your inner parts fades out in the distance scattered by the wind. That the opinions of others confrontational assertiveness causes you to hesitate shrink back and cringe. Young soul who mislead you that you feel like you have lost your way to finding fulfillment in every moment, who wrote the blueprint for the way you are suppose to live, who was there to give you direction through every path in life’s system requires you to navigate
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