A gentle breeze and everything becomes slow motion is a sign you are near.
I lower my head and close my eyes, as I slowly turn my head.
A deep breath as my eyes open. walking in slow motion straight towards me , I become nervous my hands are sweating and my heart begins to race faster then before.
A chizzled face , dark dark eyes standing 6 feet tall with his unbutton shirt and a six pack abs. He's the most beautiful man I have ever saw.
The sun hides behind the clouds so it's shady for those few seconds as he passes me .
I can barely swallow and  my knees are weak but yet I feel so amazing because the finest guy I have ever seen said hello as he in very slow motion walked right pass me.

Can life be like a comma, to stop and take a break .

Or will life be like a period and stop at the end.?

Sometimes life can be like race car fast and wreckless.

Or life can seem like a sailboat, still until the wind blows.

Life can be all those things if  we don't take time out  to enjoy a sunset.

No more tears,
No more fears
.No more abuse.
No more you.
No more

For  Christmas you got me Jewlery

     For my Birth Day ,it was perfume

    On Valentine Day it was a box of candy..

At age 23 I had your baby. That was the best gift you ever gave me.

I traveled many places.
I have seen many faces.
On a plane, to chicago I sat by a old man . He was nice very polite so we talked the whole trip through.Be we exited I turned towards him and
had a few kind words to him In hopes to boost his day.
     I took a trip on a ship I Ran into a  married couple.
       He looked lost and she looked troubled so I sat them down and gave the two some advise.
        "  When you find someone and your not miserable when your  with him or her , enjoy the time together".
I got up and left, in hopes all works out for the best.
    Short on cash so I took a bus I sat all the way in the back. Next to me were three young teens cursing and causing havac.
Before I got off the bus I turned to them and said .Excuse me kids I was just wondering if your mother's knew how you act.
     And I walked off the bus.
Maybe I gave the teens something to think about in hopes they change the way they act
I traveled many places and I saw many faces ,I wonder if anyone remembers me.
            

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If I were a poet I would write a new way.
If I were a chef  I would feed a nation
If  I were an artist I would paint all a smile
If I were the law I would have Justice for all.

I could be all those things .
If only I wasn't me.

I cry as I pass them by.
To shed a tear isn't enough.
For me.

My conscience won't let me take another step if I were asked for change, and I said no ,even though I did.

Is it wrong for me to lay warm in my bed. And fall fast asleep.

Knowing there are people sleeping on the cold concrete.
It's not enough to only wonder it's not enough for me

I weep, I weep indeed.
I wonder if they will eat.
I lay awake when it rains

I sometimes sit outside at night in hopes to see one pass by.

Maybe if I gave a dollar or two or  maybe offer him a bowl of soup . .
But that isn't enough.
For me.

Money! Money is what I need.
  I'll find a way someday.

But for now, all I can give is change and a smile.