SWEET HOT SMOOTH BITTER HARD LIFE LOVE LOYALTY LONGING LIMITS  

WHY ARE YOU CRYING AS YOU SING THE SONG THAT WAS SUNG FOR YOU? TEARS ARE THE RELEASE THAT IS GIVEN WHEN THE FIGHT IS OVER AND YOU WON. I AM THE ROCK THAT YOU STOOD BEFORE, HID BEHIND, STOOD BESIDE. I AM YOUR ADVISOR THAT YOU CALLED UPON IN THAT DARK HOUR OF NEED.  REMEMBER THE NIGHTS OF IMPASSIONED STATEMENTS? THAT QUEST FOR ANSWERS? YOU ARE NOT THE SAME NOR SHALL YOU EVER BE AGAIN. YOU GAVE YOUR HEART TO JESUS. IN RETURN HE GAVE YOU YOUR LIFE FULL AND OPEN. CAN YOU HEAR YOUR FUTURE RUN...

Faith as a woman to move forward. Who can judge your future? When God has wiped your past clean? We were made in his Image so that we SHINE No matter where he places us. Who is your whole? God does not put anything in your grasp that you can’t have. He does not put anything within your reach That you can’t attain. Our Father rules over us with Iron fists. But Jesus is our Kid Gloves .

I would like to tell you a story about my best friend Barley and the day we were given our powers. When the plan was revealed and all of us were given a way to defend themselves; well it was just like on every other occasion, Barley the turtle was not present. He had been downstairs reading as usual. He decided to be really brave and said: “Since I was absent, and you did not miss me, I should get the best power of all.” I wish to see The Maker. “Well that’s a fine thing for you to say”, said...

Today is Memorial Day 2008. A year has come and gone since I wrote this. I am continuing to put my story on paper. I have a lot of life stories. Life is really a long drawn out process. I believe that we are here for a reason. I hope that my children and theirs’ will know something about me and their past. Each chapter is a lesson lived and learned. Remembering is the easy part. Putting it down on paper I hope I can give it justice. I have been spending these last four days trying to forget w...

The End of the Rainbow So we all know how the story goes: The wind and the rain came for forty days and forty nights and after a period of time the waters receded. Now what we know is this. That our Lord made a promise that he would not again destroy the earth and its inhabitants in this way again. So to us, to save that promise he placed the Rainbow in the sky. Today as the storm passed, I saw the end of the Rainbow, two in fact. There wasn't a pot of gold, or a leprechaun. There was a just ...

I'm livin in a world of pain lots to lose lots to gain It seems like every other night it rains The thunder echo’s the roar of life’s bad decisions Heartbreaks, Unpaid bills beat down hard On me like a hard Georgia summer storm at night Flash backs lights up the sky like lightning Jumping across the sky making, the shadows show me What tries to hide or be forgotten? My life, my world Like my hurt from a girl, Embarrassment. Its funny the word {fuck} help me so much F** that bitch F** this shi...

GLORY, GLORY. That is what my dad always sings when he is about to make my life turn upside down. Hearing him singing that, you know that life is going to change, again. Funny, how that makes him and mom so happy, and turns my stomach into fearful knots. My name is Del, and three days ago, I turned 10. Today as oppose to five months ago, I live in Marksville. A very little town outside of an army base. I heard my dad singing as he was walking up the sidewalk. I know that song, I hate that so...

I know that you love me. I lost my path and ask continuously for a change in me. I wake up everyday and hope that it will be the day your will be done, in my life and in my soul. I am scared and that is just a start. I know that my dreams reflect the inner turmoil I feel. I can’t find peace /ful sleep without the bottle of pills I use to sleep. I continue to cry for the things I lost, the love of myself, that I fake to the world. You know my heart, so to you I can’t lie. I hate this world and...

Sensitive, Caring, Loving, Strong, Patient? Those words are put into a question/answer. We try to blend all of these things into one package and call it “Our Man”. Having attained the age of knowing the dreams of a little girl, the expectations of a teenager, the visions of my young adulthood, having maybe settled into that picture that is me. I do like where I am today. I love the vision I still carry of the future. Yes, there is still a vision. I have a man; here his report card, given wit...