Yelladabeta
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Recommend this profile to your Facebook friends. personal messageEyes Wide Open My Life, walking around with my eyes wide open to the reality of this "real world". The games people play, the screen plays they create with their mouths. The title, "I don't know who I am, do you?" The insatiable thirst they... people, seek to quench at the expense of others. Seek, Conquer and Destroy, Self indulged, self centered , self destructive. On the contrary, my eyes long to see a world of love and peace. Honesty and harmony overcomes and fills me. Aching to walk around a surface that has face value and not back stabbers. In the words of the O'Jays...."those backstabbers". You know the tune...but all I hear is "For the love of money". You know that tune too. Where the word love actually becomes a verb...demanding action, and not a piece of trash blowing in the wind...from pillar to post. A world where violence was merely a broken nose or a black eye. Not a mother going to jail to set bail or to the morgue to identify the seed of her soul. My eyes are wide open only to drop tears. Tears because I see that procreation has turn into dangerous recreation and a child is number, a dollar ...a new hairdo. Where a relationship is associated, categorized with prostitution because you get what you pay for. Eyes WIDE OPEN....what do you see?? "Patients" by Shanna Stroud ORDERING YOUR AUTOGRAPHED COPY OF "Patients" or "Rejected For Loving Jesus.. IS NOW EASIER THAN EVER...JUST SEND MONEY ORDER FOR $13.75 TO: Shanna Stroud 309 Beech Street Crossett, Arkansas 71635
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Walking into Jades grocery store. I witness a elderly lady hitting a paralyze young man on the head. She hit him pretty hard. The young man couldn't do anything for himself. He look to be artistic. Thinking to myself, how could a person do that. I was taking it that it was his mother. Especially been hit like that. It took everything out of me not to go hit her. Of course I headed to the direction of seeing what was going on. I had to clutch..... (continue reading)
Could remember as a child that I had learned a lot. At the age of ten. Driving my daddy car around like I was a pro. Can see it now my daddy passed out drunk in the back seat in his long blue Caprice Classic. While I'm driving with my two sibling in the front seat. I was so scared, it was raining, windshield wipers was half working. I had to stay clam. Must say that my daddy put a lot of faith in me to drive us home. Tell ya daddy would take us with him to his friends... (continue reading) *PoemPosted
A Tribute to Family I don't know when it started, Or how it all began. But God created families, As only our Lord can. He was teaching what it means, To love, honor, and obey. He wanted a strong bond, That we don't see too much today. He wanted someone to hold us, And show respect for others. He wanted someone who'd be gentle, And so he created mothers. He wanted someone strong, A support filled with love. And so he created fathers, Sent from heaven up above. Brothers and sisters came next... (continue reading) |
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