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Millions, trillions And more and more None of our finger prints are same None of our retinas are same Why do we limited to a group All of our bloods are Red And every heart has four chambers (arteries and ventricles) Common oxygen to breathe Why we are bounded to one group Everyone has birth from womb of a mother Every heart pumps the blood But Why we are confined to one group We are humans This was the only group We had with us Unity in diversity is what we want It should not be limited only for sayings We should follow this
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
525. Unity in diversity
man tells me man is you man is that argument man is that saying man is that bias MAN ...is my fists, ending you that argument your stupid sayings that bias MAN I'm coming for you man.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
YOU
In Narcissist Nation It's all about self What's in it for me Forget everyone else The views you cling to I do not approve In this all the above attitude Without a clue In Narcissist Nation Only I have the right To say what I say False truth in my eyes I'll follow the crowd To the dark side of town Then light a fire And burn it all down In Narcissist Nation There's no need to discuss I'll scream at you While at me you cuss With new slogans and sayings On which to feed As the world continues baking In insanity In Narcissist Nation This will not end good If we continue forsaking All that we should If we only focus inward In this I, Me, Mine, time And not see through into This narcissistic lie
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Narcissist Nation
They will not be the same next time. The sayings so cute, just slightly off, will be corrected. Their eyes will be more skeptical, plugged in the more securely to the worldly buzz of television, alphabet, and street talk, culture polluting their gazes' dawn blue. It makes you see at last the value of those boring aunts and neighbors (their smells of summer sweat and cigarettes, their faces like shapes of sky between shade-giving leaves) who knew you from the start, when you were zero, cooing their nothings before you could be bored or knew a name, not even you own, or how this world brave with hellos turns all goodbye.
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Saying Goodbye to Very Young Children
EPILOGUE: When wisdom fills the old calabash, It overflows and seeps in The sun dries it to be stronger That way it lasts with experience So was the calabash of Atanga’s Granpa On his very dying bed He called Atanga to his bed And had his last stream flow to him GRANDPA: My dear Atanga, Please in the name all great Atangas This is my last advice to you If you wish to take a wife Never choose either of these: The woman with light skin The woman with dark skin The woman who is short And the woman who is tall ATANGA: Ei! Grandpa! Then tell me not to marry Who then do you want me to marry? Not the fair Nor the dark Not the short Nor the tall? GRANDPA: Listen my boy To words of old The light skinned woman Is the fantasy of all If you choose her None will help you prosper Every man wants you to fail So they can quickly take your place So never dream of the fair woman No matter how much you crave for her ATANGA: Oh! I see I think I do understand Grandpa what about the rest? GRANDPA: Never go in for dark skinned woman She is the one that all your people loathe She is the one whose people hate you The only people interested are you and her When disaster strikes, none will hear So never go in for the dark skinned woman ATANGA: Oh! I see Now I know It is not the colour Nor the character A woman like that Would do me harm Now let us go on Explain the rest GRANDPA: Never go in for the short woman A short woman is the neighbour’s daughter Her house is so close to your house You can never have a moment of peace Whatever you do Her people poke their noses You can never have your lives to live ATANGA: Grandpa is wise So what about the last? GRANPA: The tall woman Is the woman who comes from afar Her home-town is far So you can’t have peace Any time there is trouble in her home You need to pay To get your people to go with you Amidst the feeding And transportation How can you proper? ATANGA: Granpa is wise Grandpa has lived Who would have thought Of these wise sayings To an infant where thoughts are concerned? Thank you Grandpa So which type of woman Must I marry? Grandpa? Grandpa? I am asking you a question! Grandpa!!!! Grandpa please answer!!!! MMA: Grandpa is gone To the land of beyond Where sorrow is nil And thinking is unreal Just be glad you sipped from his calabash Of wisdom before he left PROLOGUE: And that ended Grandpa’s advice Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
ATANGA’S GRANDPA’S LAST ADVICE
EPILOGUE: When wisdom fills the old calabash, It overflows and seeps in The sun dries it to be stronger That way it lasts with experience So was the calabash of Atanga’s Granpa On his very dying bed He called Atanga to his bed And had his last stream flow to him GRANDPA: My dear Atanga, Please in the name all great Atangas This is my last advice to you If you wish to take a wife Never choose either of these: The woman with light skin The woman with dark skin The woman who is short And the woman who is tall ATANGA: Ei! Grandpa! Then tell me not to marry Who then do you want me to marry? Not the fair Nor the dark Not the short Nor the tall? GRANDPA: Listen my boy To words of old The light skinned woman Is the fantasy of all If you choose her None will help you prosper Every man wants you to fail So they can quickly take your place So never dream of the fair woman No matter how much you crave for her ATANGA: Oh! I see I think I do understand Grandpa what about the rest? GRANDPA: Never go in for dark skinned woman She is the one that all your people loathe She is the one whose people hate you The only people interested are you and her When disaster strikes, none will hear So never go in for the dark skinned woman ATANGA: Oh! I see Now I know It is not the colour Nor the character A woman like that Would do me harm Now let us go on Explain the rest GRANDPA: Never go in for the short woman A short woman is the neighbour’s daughter Her house is so close to your house You can never have a moment of peace Whatever you do Her people poke their noses You can never have your lives to live ATANGA: Grandpa is wise So what about the last? GRANPA: The tall woman Is the woman who comes from afar Her home-town is far So you can’t have peace Any time there is trouble in her home You need to pay To get your people to go with you Amidst the feeding And transportation How can you proper? ATANGA: Granpa is wise Grandpa has lived Who would have thought Of these wise sayings To an infant where thoughts are concerned? Thank you Grandpa So which type of woman Must I marry? Grandpa? Grandpa? I am asking you a question! Grandpa!!!! Grandpa please answer!!!! MMA: Grandpa is gone To the land of beyond Where sorrow is nil And thinking is unreal Just be glad you sipped from his calabash Of wisdom before he left PROLOGUE: And that ended Grandpa’s advice Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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He is a link between this and the coming world. He is A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink. He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing Fruit which the hungry heart craves; He is a nightingale, soothing the depressed Spirit with his beautiful melodies; He is a white cloud appearing over the horizon, Ascending and growing until it fills the face of the sky. Then it falls on the flows in the field of Life, Opening their petals to admit the light. He is an angel, send by the goddess to Preach the Deity's gospel; He is a brilliant lamp, unconquered by darkness And inextinguishable by the wind. It is filled with Oil by Istar of Love, and lighted by Apollon of Music. He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night, Awaiting the descending of the spirit. He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the Harvest for her nourishment. This is the poet -- whom the people ignore in this life, And who is recognized only when he bids the earthly World farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven. This is the poet -- who asks naught of Humanity but a smile. This is the poet -- whose spirit ascends and Fills the firmament with beautiful sayings; Yet the people deny themselves his radiance. Until when shall the people remain asleep? Until when shall they continue to glorify those Who attain greatness by moments of advantage? How long shall they ignore those who enable Them to see the beauty of their spirit, Symbol of peace and love? Until when shall human beings honor the dead And forget the living, who spend their lives Encircled in misery, and who consume themselves Like burning candles to illuminate the way For the ignorant and lead them into the path of light? Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have Triumphed over the ages of despite their severity. Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and Therefore, your kingdom has no ending. Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will Find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.
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The Poet VIII
He is a link between this and the coming world. He is A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink. He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing Fruit which the hungry heart craves; He is a nightingale, soothing the depressed Spirit with his beautiful melodies; He is a white cloud appearing over the horizon, Ascending and growing until it fills the face of the sky. Then it falls on the flows in the field of Life, Opening their petals to admit the light. He is an angel, send by the goddess to Preach the Deity's gospel; He is a brilliant lamp, unconquered by darkness And inextinguishable by the wind. It is filled with Oil by Istar of Love, and lighted by Apollon of Music. He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night, Awaiting the descending of the spirit. He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the Harvest for her nourishment. This is the poet -- whom the people ignore in this life, And who is recognized only when he bids the earthly World farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven. This is the poet -- who asks naught of Humanity but a smile. This is the poet -- whose spirit ascends and Fills the firmament with beautiful sayings; Yet the people deny themselves his radiance. Until when shall the people remain asleep? Until when shall they continue to glorify those Who attain greatness by moments of advantage? How long shall they ignore those who enable Them to see the beauty of their spirit, Symbol of peace and love? Until when shall human beings honor the dead And forget the living, who spend their lives Encircled in misery, and who consume themselves Like burning candles to illuminate the way For the ignorant and lead them into the path of light? Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have Triumphed over the ages of despite their severity. Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and Therefore, your kingdom has no ending. Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will Find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.
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It holds you within its clutches Embracing you in its veil, shrouded in shadows It whispers sinister sayings in your ear It stands in your corner It follows you wherever you go Invades your mind with dark thoughts Controls your actions to where you lash out It's turning you into what it is, to take its place You become Darkness I wonder who will take your place?
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Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
The Grasp of Darkness
The entitled ones: Snotty, stuck up, rude Nasty, spoiled prudes Your misery, their fun Loosen up your buns, entitled ones ‘Cause I am in no mood To harbor your attitude And snooty snippy sayings sung The desk between us that which divides Does not right you to be snide Entitled ones need not apply Entitled are entitled nigh The ones who earn entitlement Are the ones who give respect Possessors of this enlightenment Such respect is what they’ll get Treat your servers as you will with such level of pomposity But understand that I abide by way of reciprocity
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
The Nasty Customer
A Life to say, A Life to Love and you are Every reason I keep on keepin on. The Reason I dont give up cause I'm so in Love with YOU, In a world all our own. We Dance the Dance of Love that Everybody is Jealous of. So For YOU I say Happy ANNIVERSARY!! With you I Rhyme, All of the time. With YOU I shine so much even better than a Light that Blinds. My Body craves YOU; My mind needs YOU, My spirit Feels you in Every way I Kneel to You. Bowing to the Lord, Bowing to a Great And to Bow to YOU is never a Painful stake. So to YOU I say; HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! I Love your actions, and YOUR sayings through you guidance I'm Coming to Life with a BLESSING such as YOU, with a BLESSING so TRUE, My Angel of Light ANGEL of TRUE, I am SO IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO I SAY, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! I LOVE YOU MY NUBIAN QUEEN HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY LOVE FROM YOUR KING. Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright Copyright © 1983-Present
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
Anniversary
Red light blinking Hopelessly thinking This may never turn green Of all his sayings mean, Which did I love the most? Sarcastically boast I can't pick just one. I set them free Like helium balloons I stare at the sun until I can't see What it was you wanted me to be.
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
Balloons
Slept in and saw the moon fall asleep Dead motor rising underneath my ***** sheets Camped out for days to see a love of mine But she met a man, now I'm trying to **** some time I feel like a ghost on highway 5 Caught dead with my spirit in my hand Claim your prize when I help you understand You think of love but I think of fun and games Regrettable nights with moon howled names I feel like a ghost in your brain Burnt out exhausted with roads in my eyes Fought for once but now I'm despised I want to drive until my engine starts to rust Until the memories I had turn to ******* dust I feel like the ghost of teenage lust Improper sayings that sting under the skin Emotions like to implode you from within Have you seen my head, all lit up with desire? But you were the one to light it on fire I feel like a ghost too dead to be tired
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
The Ghost of Highway 5
On my way, One day, I met a handsome guy, Who was on the seventh sky, He told me I looked like a ****** *** & with his sayings I was embraced I cried & went to the mirror, I asked,"Do I look good???   Am I too fatty or too slimmer??? " Laughing at me it didn't answer, I understood & was filled with tear, Oh I didn't eat during day & couldn't sleep in night, It was like I wasn't made for this beautiful beauty filled site, & hiding my face I went out, & stood aside... I looked at the moon, Jealous of his beauty I closed myself in my room... I forgot the incident & was lost in the world of books, No I wasn't at all focussing on my looks, Oh after bending over backward for several months, I got the fruitful results, Now that handsome proud guy saluted me, & the mirror couldn't match his eyes from me, & now I stood in front of moon's fake light, Asking it to ignite itself, & be bright, Else at his place, he will see myself!!!
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
The definition of beauty...
Who would have thought of a magical toy bus? Some would say that would be a plus Others might say it is not a must It wasn’t a Greyhound nor Trailways bus It was a plan ordinary highway bus with no name So little Thomas would often dream that he saw a magical toy bus in the stars Well the distance sounds very far Little Thomas would always run and tell his parents But there seemed to be no interest and certainly no love So the magical toy bus came up with his own campaign called “The Love Bus on the Run” That is a chore, but might be fun The magical toy bus was determined to bring a family together combined with love So the magical toy bus maneuvered all around the house with cards having love sayings such as “Together being forever” and “Love needing an extending chance” It was those very words the magical toy bus wanted to express in getting through to Little Thomas family The magical toy bus wasn’t built to just sit back, but get involved You could the creation to resolve Somehow Little Thomas family found love again and it was all because of a magical toy bus However, sometime mythical happened, the plain magical toy bus now had a model name being the “Renaissance” followed by a company called “Motivated Love Bus Company” This was a gift from the Heavenly stars themselves The magical toy bus became love to Little Thomas’s heart But he knew that from the very start This had to be shown his parents making a mark In fact, Little Thomas held it ever so close to his heart, and slept with the toy bus every night So the moral to the story is according to the magical toy bus is more than something to play with having wheels Yet love being a life time The magical toy bus brought love to share and closeness to one’s heart.
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
THE MAGICAL TOY BUS
Who would have thought of a magical toy bus? Some would say that would be a plus Others might say it is not a must It wasn’t a Greyhound nor Trailways bus It was a plan ordinary highway bus with no name So little Thomas would often dream that he saw a magical toy bus in the stars Well the distance sounds very far Little Thomas would always run and tell his parents But there seemed to be no interest and certainly no love So the magical toy bus came up with his own campaign called “The Love Bus on the Run” That is a chore, but might be fun The magical toy bus was determined to bring a family together combined with love So the magical toy bus maneuvered all around the house with cards having love sayings such as “Together being forever” and “Love needing an extending chance” It was those very words the magical toy bus wanted to express in getting through to Little Thomas family The magical toy bus wasn’t built to just sit back, but get involved You could the creation to resolve Somehow Little Thomas family found love again and it was all because of a magical toy bus However, sometime mythical happened, the plain magical toy bus now had a model name being the “Renaissance” followed by a company called “Motivated Love Bus Company” This was a gift from the Heavenly stars themselves The magical toy bus became love to Little Thomas’s heart But he knew that from the very start This had to be shown his parents making a mark In fact, Little Thomas held it ever so close to his heart, and slept with the toy bus every night So the moral to the story is according to the magical toy bus is more than something to play with having wheels Yet love being a life time The magical toy bus brought love to share and closeness to one’s heart.
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I saw a sight of simple beauty, on a night when I was moody, Sitting there with a hint of what I’ll see. When I saw something shining, in the sky like a silver lining, The clouds opened up like Moses parting the Red Sea. Little by little the soft white crystals covered the ground like debris, Fluffs of cotton, pure and not yet rotten floating down towards me. Staring up at the sky with a twinkle in my eye I thought of the magic that was being set free. I felt like my soul was lacking until I heard the cracking Of my own face, smiling with glee. I saw one small angel land on my knee Then it melted into the rest of me. I got up and lurched, from where I was perched And went strolling along the new found sea. Finding no fault in the world that was lost I enjoyed the scene with revelry. I started to skip with merriment and glee Thinking about the wonders that were waiting for me. My bones feeling chilled, and my heart fully filled I floated to my door, watching the dancing trees Swaying to the sayings That were being whispered by the spirits of the bees. Silently I turned and mouthed the words to the breeze Stay no longer and leave from me.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 5:11 PM UTC
Twinkling Twilight
When I am bored, I write poems. Bored with nothing to do, Angry, Action poems, Bored with nobody to talk to, Sad, Dramatic poems. Bored with no one to listen to, Miss my love, Nostalgic poems. Simply bored and lazy, In a good mood, Funny poems. Bored in a crowd, Interesting quotes and sayings.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
BORED
Every ending can be looked at through the eyes of wonder or the eyes of fear. Not to sound like the memes and the positive sayings we always see posted around the social sites - seemingly by desperate people searching for some affirmation that **** happens for a reason. But I truly am a witness to the **** happening and I can tell you that when one door shuts you are slowly led into a room where there are several doors for you to choose from. Nothing needs to be permanent or forever - let your heart lead the way and the door will open for you leading you to another stop on the whirlwind of life. You have it all inside of you and outside of you - never forget that its the surroundings that benefit from your presence.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Don't Be Afraid (Poem for a friend)
I have exhausted my ink, my pen, my hand. My tongue has unlearned all languages, all terms of endearment and soft sayings. I am no longer flesh, no longer blood, but have transformed myself into wind: a wind that has traveled the oceans for you, a wind that has discovered Africa's worth, that has lifted me into an African skirt where the origin of everything began.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
African Skirt
Sick of feeling ugly Sick of feeling below everyone else I just want to look desirable I want to wear no makeup and be able to smile I want to look in the mirror without expecting it to crack I want to be loved For who I am The way I look But if the sayings true That I have to love myself before you do Then I guess Ill always be an alone mess
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
Unattractive
Hello this is a short message written this Sunday morning on March the first the rain keeps coming from the west non-stop for two days risk of flooding government says. I miss you - had another dream driving in sunshine. It's the sun I miss mostly - and then of course there is your friendship to treasure and to hold. I hope you're having fun on your quad. They say four wheels are better than two I'm not so sure how could you have Zen and the art of quad biking - impossible? I see you have given in to peer pressure or whatever and made your modest entry in the ******** book I had a quick look. It looks OK. Now I suppose Twitter and MySpace where you can compose even wittier sayings. You're a true master of Wisdom with a capital W But it is not that you struggle to say something wise it comes spontaneously best when blurted out immediate response like: "they throw babies in dumpsters in your country too, Janet?" She'd never forgotten it as it was such a strange and powerful thing to say by the way I googled your name and you have loads of coverage mostly under AHEC and Best. This is just a few short lines to say you are on my mind and in my heart as always yours me.
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
Letter
Collaboration with Alyssa Underwood! *I'm not getting much from life, it makes me want to scream! Won't achieve my smallest goal... let alone my dreams!*. **Your life's hidden in Christ's hands and your competence comes from Him. His Spirit's working His purpose in you... despite how things may seem.**. *I'm frail and I'm weak, I'm sorry. I'm not strong. You say I can handle this test... You couldn't be more wrong!*. **Frailty's the best start for watching our egos flee. Once we know WE can't do it... we begin to get set free.**. *I am sick and tired of the daily drudge! And fellow believers? All they do is JUDGE!*. **So lay it all down. Jesus died to bear the indomitable weight... of every burden you wear.**. *Does God answer prayers? I wonder if HE DOES! If you go and backslide He seems to hold a grudge!*. **I find He answers differently than what I might seek first, for what's pleasant now... May not fill my deepest thirst.**. *Alright. He makes us patient. But I can believe the lies! He has no provision to make me savvy... WISE!*. **If wisdom like the world is what the soul most craves, where's the contentment... in those who are its slaves?** *The believer is the candle Jesus is the flame. Thank you sister for your help... I'm calling on His Name! I will heed your sayings. I have been absurd! He's good to all His promises... They're written in HIS WORD.*. **It's not absurd to question or probe into our doubts. HIS WORD can stand resistance... through every skeptic's shouts. We're here to help each other find truth along the way. JESUS IS THE WAY AND TRUTH AND LIFE WE LIVE EACH DAY! Alyssa Underwood  (the voice of Truth)**. SoulSurvivor  (the doubtful believer)
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Fear vs Faith
Collaboration with Alyssa Underwood! *I'm not getting much from life, it makes me want to scream! Won't achieve my smallest goal... let alone my dreams!*. **Your life's hidden in Christ's hands and your competence comes from Him. His Spirit's working His purpose in you... despite how things may seem.**. *I'm frail and I'm weak, I'm sorry. I'm not strong. You say I can handle this test... You couldn't be more wrong!*. **Frailty's the best start for watching our egos flee. Once we know WE can't do it... we begin to get set free.**. *I am sick and tired of the daily drudge! And fellow believers? All they do is JUDGE!*. **So lay it all down. Jesus died to bear the indomitable weight... of every burden you wear.**. *Does God answer prayers? I wonder if HE DOES! If you go and backslide He seems to hold a grudge!*. **I find He answers differently than what I might seek first, for what's pleasant now... May not fill my deepest thirst.**. *Alright. He makes us patient. But I can believe the lies! He has no provision to make me savvy... WISE!*. **If wisdom like the world is what the soul most craves, where's the contentment... in those who are its slaves?** *The believer is the candle Jesus is the flame. Thank you sister for your help... I'm calling on His Name! I will heed your sayings. I have been absurd! He's good to all His promises... They're written in HIS WORD.*. **It's not absurd to question or probe into our doubts. HIS WORD can stand resistance... through every skeptic's shouts. We're here to help each other find truth along the way. JESUS IS THE WAY AND TRUTH AND LIFE WE LIVE EACH DAY! Alyssa Underwood  (the voice of Truth)**. SoulSurvivor  (the doubtful believer)
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I have a few, like burning a good future. Losing love loving lots spiraling in confusion. Blinding rage, petty sayings a quiet vocal range. Lackadaisical, completely forgettable, earn below the average joe. I write, I draw, both subpar I can't drive a car. I can hide in a smile lie with my eyes and never really cry. Overweight, out of shape, hoodie shaped, never took a family break. Mnm wants me to, but never said I'd go far. Won't ever date. Usually believes in fate, not holy gates. my skillset so far.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Skills.
I’ve finally broken the arrow… left the reservation.. as the sayings go. Not without some hesitation… not without some reservations.. I’m going to walk the White Man’s road. Broken arrows from my quiver… left behind like White Man’s litter.. all along this dusty road. The road that follows the river… where I use to play and shiver.. catching fish without a pole. I’ll stop one more time by the water… wash away the tears and dust and sorrow.. break my bow upon a boulder. My people have lost their way… nothing left for me to say.. cut my hair above my shoulder. I’ll follow the White Man’s way… Maybe Albuquerque or Santa  Fe.. only my dusty boots will know the way. Broken arrows from my quiver… left behind like White Man’s litter.. all along this dusty road. r  August 2012
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Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
White Man’s Litter
Dear Whiny Fat ***** Stop whining you fat ***** I don't find your curve(s) beautiful as it falls short of feminine, breast and hip bring forth lust like a tray of holiday cookies, helpful internet sayings are fatty hoe-deurves you devour them, greedy mouths pointed teeth digging in to every bit of it because why work hard when you can talk loud? Why go for a jog when you can misquote Marilyn? Why choose the salad when the big mac's just as beautiful? It's not I do not envy gluttony, I do not envy sloth, I do not lust for them. double zero may not be attractive but throwing a 2 in front of it is fatty-icing on the cake, so talk about "oppression" while you scoff down more than Ebo and his family have had in a week, starvation and desperation dancing intertwined tip-toeing around his house, he wakes up one morning to his sons tears because all he's had is a slice of bread while you decide to treat yourself to an ice cream cus' you didn't supersize today You can call me an ******* let molten words flick from your tongue, lace'm with lava and let them fly but at the end of the day you only have yourself to blame
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Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
He Said: Dear Whiny Fat *****