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Shanijua Dec 2014
Imagine the day without a break,
every single mistake, forgiven and all but forgotten
all the good outshining the bad and the worthy
without the worthless. Never will the speechless be
crucified for the wordless. A penny be worth a penny
in a jar, but the dollar ruined in the washer with
only but tomorrow's sorrows. All the melodies
one could ever sing, and every "amen" the night
could never bring. Your hands could choose without
fear and the mind could forsake a being even if not near.
Let the addicts fulfill their need! Pour up their jugs with blood
and let the pigs roll over in mud, it's not the business but
theirs. Could the rivers flow up stream? And the Lord feel down? Oh, what a catastrophe.
Shanijua Dec 2014
That blonde hair dazzles me from afar,
Moments escape and minutes tick by
Stealing my precious heart beats,
Each a new beat for my blonde
Fellow.

My eyes gaze from afar,
Over his gray sweater
To the perfectly fit khakis at his
Waist and down to his brown
Suede shoes.
Oh, how I wish to feel the
Cotton at his neck, but only
Am I permitted to admire
From afar.
Shanijua Dec 2014
I could write a poem
to tell you,
but you still would be
to ******* closed minded
to differentiate my words
from my left *** cheek.
"If God be for you;" don't worry about the rest.  He'll give you the ability, to bring out your best.
"If God be for you;" you have no need to fear.  God will always protect you, because you are so dear.
"If God be for you;" you don't have to run and hide.  God has your physical body, right before His eyes.
"If God be for you;" He has whatever you need.  He promised to provide for you, as you would plant a seed.
"If God be for you;" you'll always come out on top.  With God on your side, He will never allow you to drop.
'If God be for you," so go and enjoy peace.  Help bring a smile to everyone, and never let it cease.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Shanijua Dec 2014
What does it mean to be tragically  beautiful?
My life is not beautiful!
A tragedy maybe, but never beautiful.
Why must they try to make
everything beautiful?
There is nothing wrong with the nasty, putrid,
repulsive things that are this world.
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