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Where Do I Stand as a Man with coruption and chaos from a one sided plan or stick strickly with the other ran solely on faith Adam and Eve lived in a paradise but yet both, took a taste What is thier plan? does it really matter We hear about starvation while in the other ear Our youth are getting fatter? I still up in the air Shall the Strong guide the Weak but if you think you are the "Strong" another sin "VANITY" in the bible it speaks So it is the pastor that Preach that keeps me going on, but they juggling more than the good word incident after incident kept piling on WHICH RELIGION IS RIGHT every kind has been on American Streets MAYBE it is the One That was given by who You Follow I found MIne IN MY OWN 2 FEET!
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Weight Off...Posted
Weight off... Sometimes I do not feel Like Work Nor Play rather lounge on my coach waiting for the Sun to go away SOMETimes, I don't even want to hear my own voice... Nor your unsolicited advice at least give me the choice SomeTimes, well just some of the time I really do not care about to much! Not MySELf NOT you, just have to lift the weight off of my shoulders to avoid from being crushed! amongst all this "CRITERIA" to be a MAN Why can't just being a Man? Be EXACTLY who I am No Factors or Trackers that determine my worth, SO SOMETIMES, hopefully most of the TIME I get a break from the work of dealing with SOCIETY And ALL THE TIME Be Who I Am without have to explaining or complaining loosen my feet from the sand Sometimes That Is What the "Sometimes" I Need... personal info
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YAHOO IM: fmichael.hazard
This is Frederick A. Hazard, My Father, and my Son with his cousin....Love You All! November 30, 1942 to June 7, 2007 "Obstacles are those things we see, When we take our minds off of our GOALS", BUT We must establish a goal FIRST! (and no, not making money...lol)
I was off track, but really I am on I AM ASPIRING to be THE POET spoken off the tip of your lips a man with words taht'll massage your muscles Right outta've your hips you drown in my DESIRES my dream becomes yours wishing that I had held you a little bit lower and underneath your _____... then I would have felt your passion that vesseled through your eyes climaxed your thoughts made YOU feel ALIVE My words awaken your bear from hibernation In this lyrical romance called poems All you can think of is MOMENT THE POET every nite curled up with my book with that bedroom Door Shut RELaxing at HOME...
I have been writing for about 10 years now. I will be a POET you remember, FMichael, Hazardous, MOMENT,,,I "M GOOD WITH MY *ISH...so I use it, to keep right... I do not do that confined or defined shyt! I feel and I express feelings, and all of the feelings are not necessarily my OWN.... NOW for the One Above that is a poem just talking about Me wanting to have my poetry move and make people WAnt it..... favorite linksschoolsColleges and Universities
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