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I want to give to those without something that money can not buy.
I desperately want to reach out to those whom do not know God.
I want to desperately bless them with a Love that shall touch them.
Because they do matter and I do love them with Christ love as well.
For I want them to become healed, transform as well as loved.
Because they are needed, loved and someday they shall be healed.
Because Christ created them to do a special purpose that he created just for them.
A purpose that no one can even come close to complete without them.
So yes they are needed ,and very special to our Creator as well.
You meet a stranger and hit it straight off the bat
You say "see ya later" when you never know if you will
It's just the hope
You see someone crying
You go to comfort them talking about Jesus
You say "I'll always be here"
Knowing your own shoulders bare enough
You see someone alone
You take that seat next to them
You say "You're not lonely anymore"
Knowing you were the one that was lonely
You see someone getting bullied
You say "I'm here"
Knowing that no one is there when your parent's fight
You see someone depressed
You try everything in vain to cheer them up
You say "Just be happy"
With images of your parents unhappy
Hugging your younger siblings
Cursing God
You see someone disbelieving
You go and spread the good word
Promising them God is real
When you are angry at Him
You say "God will never forget you"
Eventhough you feel like nothing more but a shadow
You see someone happy
You can't help but stare
You fall in love with their smile
It causes you to smile
Knowing you have lost yourself
You try your hardest to cheer everyone up
When you haven't seen a rainbow in days
People are crazy.
I giveth her mine heart
I giveth one mine all
I make to many mistakes
Tis,
She still wants me after all!!!

She scrolls upon mine writings
As I gather her beauty by her eyes,
Were two of the same proverbs
For eachother were the curing tide!!
SS :
We're headed for a deep DEEP valley
Orange sky in tornado alley
Trouble just around the bend
Are you ready for it friend?
Kids don't have enough to eat
Mom n dad work but
Can't make ends meet
The price of gas is
On the double
Life in this world
Just plain trouble
Christian people in despair
Unbelievers everywhere
Don't want to know
The eternal score
Don't want to listen
Anymore.

AB :
Six kids,
Two jobs,
What's a hard working mother got to do,
To get some hard earned money,
I know that you need it too,
People can't afford vehicles,
So they take the bus,
Why don't the presidents,
Just say yes , to us,
Instead you make us live,
In this demented world,
Heaven and hell still battling,
And what's with teenage girls,
More teen pregnancies in u.s alone,
Why don't they just leave that intimacy alone,
You should be greatful for our lord and savior,
Because without him,
Hearts will be turned to stone,

SS:
There IS a stone...
He's called The Rock....
His existence?
More than talk.
If you don't listen
Tell you true...
Then that Rock's
Gonna FALL ON YOU
Just me and the miss Soulsurvivor collabo hope you enjoy it!!!!!
How foolish for a hopeless romantic to try to rush love,
How dare they!!!
Guess I'm just a pure hopeless romantic!!!
Tis
I do hate patience...
Everyone on here's a lonesome poet
Just like me
Yet we all got eachother
So were not so lonely after all!!!

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Being stupid tonight! Not what I really write lol
I've read two poems about kissing today
Something I read about each other day
I've read about insomnia and sad rhymes
I've heard the bell of memory ring to hard times
I've read about poems titled three and eleven
I've read about a child expected to be in heaven
I've probably read about Tenth Avenue North
I've read so much today, for all It's worth
I've read about the rain in Karachi, poetry and trance
I've read about fate, destiny, hard work and chance
I've read torture, sadness and heavy grief
And somewhere somehow It's all but relief
I've read about flies patterning samun's window pane
Soon as she opens, I've read about a poet's pain
I've read as far as the trending, "Drunk a few "
I've read so many and more are still on the cue
But I've realized in all of them there's this one thing
I've read without tiring because I've read me
Spread on the white pages of hallo poetry
I guess It's true what they say
About the poet being one thing as the poetry
Some are and some ain't okay
She's from the moon,
                                     Im from the third superior heaven above,
As I showed her the Star's!!!
                                                  I showed her godly love!!!
 Jun 2015 Doris Cayea Brown
Pax

I’m strong enough not to let you see me fall apart
So I hide my cries between my sighs.

I’m strong enough to stand alone against the cold landscape
So I hide my sadness between fake faces.

I crave, I starve, I wonder
And get lost in the process.
Then end up getting back to where I started.

How far will I stay strong?
How far will I carry along this dying song?
When will I ever belong?
......

..
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I always talk on how poetry is an embark journey of mine. But more often I came back with recurring questions. I can say “I’m strong enough” but for how long, how far long will I go, or how much more I can take… big sighs…
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
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