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What if I'm so broken
That the only way I know how
To be loved
Is to be hurt?
My mind has been close to death for three months
Gasping, In a mass grave of unused ideas
Surviving only on the hope
Of an intelligent conversation
But the rarity of such a thing
Made my faith weaken
In both humanity and my own mind
Until the opportunity arose,
A helping hand in the form of travel
As the days passed
My mind
Was slowly lifted out of the rejected ideas
And pushed forth into creativity
By new life experience
 May 2015 stéphane noir
Dev A
A Mother's Day Poem for the GREATEST Mom out there!!*

Through all the childhood scares and nightmares,
Through the screams of terror and cries of fright,
Through checking the room for things that go bump in the night,
Through squeezing your hand so very, very tight;

Through all the sicknesses and sores, bruises and scrapes galore,
Through staying up all night being sick,
Through week after week of shots to keep me tick,
Through those days staying home with me instead of work you did pick;

Through all the games and parties, the laughs so hearty,
Through the days and nights at amusement parks,
Through all our journeys and adventures we did embark,
Through family time here and there, making a mark;

Through all the times you have been there, even when I erred,
Through the dances and concerts, parties and sleepovers,
Through surgeries and recoveries, chocolate and jokers,
Through all the  memories abundant like clovers;

Through all the childhood scares and nightmares,
Through all the sicknesses and sores, bruises and scrapes galore,
Through all the games and parties, the laughs so hearty,
Through all the times you have been there, even when I erred;

Through all the terrors,
Through all the pain,
Through all the fun,
Through all the love;

Through anything and everything
You have always been my mother.
Through all we will go through in this life together
You will always be my mother.

Happy Mother's Day!
I love you!
miscoinage
victoriate
lanai
You love unconditionally.
Mold your will into steel beams.
To control your lifelines destiny.
Mother I am what you ordered me.
To be your child.
Created to love all humanity.
It was a footstep being a dream
It wasn’t an imagination it seemed
Heaven is a place of totally delight
But too the most part, it is out of Earth’s sight
The Pearly Gates were decked out in gold
The Angels being like armed guards in Heaven’s behold
Yet you could hear praises and songs in the background
Yet I was still alive and not Heaven bound
Rainbows sparkled the Heavenly city
But to the Earth below living in sin and the thought was Oh what a pity
A blanket of white filled the Heavenly throne
The subject was Jesus and this I always known
It was a very relaxed atmosphere
All the earmarks of joy and praise to preserver
Yet it seemed like a dream
But Heaven is like a clear crystal stream
A rejoicing place
Heaven the city that will never ever be erased
Heaven being above all things
A reason to praise, and as servants seeing the amaze, but Jesus eyes our spirits shall be raised.
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