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To be lonely in this world**  is to have someone you love,  but can't be with them. Its when your family denys you making you feel like you're nothing.
   To be lonely in this world is when your father is alive, but is never there when you need him. Its when the person you love with all your heart is contimplating walking away.
There are some people who wish to be alone and completely on their own. Those who wish to embrace lonelyness I would gladly give them what they want. I would let them take it, because I have been alone for much too long. If they want it they can take it and never give it back.
Writen July23, 2010 By: Shedrick D. Bables Jr.
 Jul 2010 Corlotta Murry
MD
For you
 Jul 2010 Corlotta Murry
MD
You may believe you have known pain
I politely disagree
You may well have hurt before
I am however, me.
You may have cried your eyes out
I have cried out my heart
You may have never finished
I never got to start.
You may have once felt overwhelmed
I once felt naught at all
You may have disconnected
I never got to call.
You may have felt excruciating pain
I have had over 40 kids to-date
You may have once passed out cold
I laid on the bathroom floor for 16 hours straight.
You may have it worse then me
I know I haven't had it worst
You may have had some form of cancer
I have only felt a kidney burst
You may have it better then me
I know I haven't had it best
You may be living out every dream
I see mine only when I rest
You may hurt just the same as me
I believe all pain sometime must end
You may struggle to move on
I am with you there my friend.
You may think all is lost and gone
I thought so several months ago
You may think there's nothing left to live for
I know how you think, I know.
You may at some point feel really down
I know you have the courage to move on through
You may just need to know someone understands
I wrote this just for you.
 Jul 2010 Corlotta Murry
MD
On the middle of the corner, in the middle of the street
People stood upon their hands and walked upon their feet
Passing buildings quickly, with windows stacked up low
across busy intersections, where nobody could go

Passed the lonely baker, who was playing with his meat
Passed the school bus driver, who drove a bus that had no seats
Passed the town librarian, who was learning how to read
Passed the determined farmer, who harvested his seeds

Passed the peace corps building, which was breaking out in fight
Passed the b-ball court, where the children were all white
Passed the city dump, filled with brand new mercedes
Passed the rich district, which was really very shady

Across the flowing ocean, where no water had a place
Through the crowded mob of people, where nobody had a face
Up the steepest hill, which to ascend you had to slide
The password spoken honesttly, so we knew you must have lied

Through the unlocked gate, which swung locked right behind
to a place where people searched endlessly, for things they'd never find
where people who saw sickness, didn't care to find a cure
where people who were tainted, had the ***** to claim so pure

where people who were feasting, didn't have any food to spare
where shoemakers kicked at homeless, who's feet didn't have a pair
where pacificstic people,  were often forced to duel
where the hopelessly uneducated, were denied a school

down main street, where the people's needs were second
i saw a statue of a man, who began to beckon
so i went right up the stairs, passed the man into city hall
where a gathering had taken place, citizens hugged the walls

I walked right up to a man, and we began to speak
I asked about the town, which had started to look bleak
"Nonsense," he countered, "we're most certainly at our best!"
I smiled back enduringly, sure he had to jest

"Just take a look" he said to me, and pointed out the door
and suddenly, before my eyes, money rained upon the floor
priceless gems and sea shells, gathered from the shore
and women who wore no clothes, but were tatooed '*****'

My mouth opened slightly, and I admit to nothing witty,
instead, I questioned, "but what about the people in the city?"
he looked at me and smirked, with a wink i must admit was stealthy
"forget that now, can't you just enjoy the fact that i'm so wealthy?"

"Well sure," I admit generously, "but aren't you supposed to lead?
And spread this money around, to teach and clothe and feed?"
Scowling, he shook his head, "I do the best I can"
so I gave it one last try, before it all hit the fan

"I'm sorry, sir, just one more thing, I don't want to make you late"
as I looked disgustedly at the massive amount of food piled on his plate
"Yes, boy, what is it?" (as his belly starts to inflate)
"What about all the people, the people behind the gate?"

We both looked out past the city, where people had started to bleed
passed the dying culture, who was being eaten by greed
passed the fat man who stood before me, who could save lives but was too lazy
"Them?" he laughed heartily, "oh they're mighty ******' crazy."
Pain is in my life. Its the scary monster in my closet. Its the failed and broken promises my father has made. Its the time I spend alone just wishing I wasn't an only child. Its when my family pass me off as an outsider, and I hear my parents say they wish they never had me.
   My pain is knowing that I might not be loved by anyone. To know that my weakness and lonelyness is writen on my face. Knowing I can't be with the one I love.
   Pain is a filthy monster that has consumed my life.
Writen By: Shedrick D. Bables Jr. also known as Seddy B. July22, 2010 9:52p.m.
Corlotta. She's my heart. My future wife, and the sun rises with her smile and lowers with the moon. Her smile is as beautiful as a baby being born. She's built for greatness. She's the ying to my yang and without her ying my world would surely fall apart. But with the good comes the bad. She's confidential and thats new to me. I have to learn my way into her thoughts, but sometimes she stops me. Although even with that I feel as if my heart beats to the rhythm of her laughter, and I know that if I stay with her my life will be filled with joy and happyness. She's my heart, she's the air I breath, and without her I'd surely die instantly.
Writen by Shedrick D. Bables Jr. also known as Seddy B. Thursday July22, 2010 8:33p.m.

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