My Hobby
I awoke early one morning, and to get a head start
I went directly to the neighborhood Hobby Mart,
I really enjoy going there, for I get to explore alot as,
I put some really interesting items in my little red cart
I have now chosed so many items,
I am usure where I am to start
Now one of my biggest decision, is to hobby or not
My hobby is an activity,
which is suppose to be,
simply recreational for me, while I unfold and just be free
Yet, when strolling in the mart, pushing that cute little cart
If that simple thought isnt clearly remembered
What I seem to enjoy alot, may somehow simply be forgot.
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Simply The Best
Do you give your very best?
Nothing counterfeited, or jaded
Giving more, nothing less
When ones best is given,
their effort most certainly
surpasses any test
Yet proves to the nay sayers
that this person is the best
An original, not quite like the rest
Posessing a stride which make others guess,
About how you stroll through life with ease,
Not stress
Ferverency, with tenacity
is just a few of the keys and these characteristics
Can be vividly seen
As you boldly express,
The authentic you,
Courageously celebrating your life anew
demonstrating freedom in all that you say
As well as each thing you do
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Help Wanted
Single momma went to the fridge and
It was bare, as being the provider for her household
She was filled care.
Yet she remember that God promised to always be there
Suddenly she had no fear
There was a knock her door,
a unfamiliar face she was out there
A neighbor told a friend, that this single parent job
sadly had to end also
She needed to be encouraged that she could still win
That stranger which is now a friend
came to bring bags of groceries and clothing
It seemed to no end
The help uplifted the mother
They all now are consider friends
They each assist others when in need
They teach the hurting
just how to live again
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Election Day 2012
Many emotions are running on high
Some now have scatter dreams
For there seems no reason to try
If things are going to ever
change
It will take, alot of work
Starting with every able body American
Preparing to go hard,
From the surface to the dirt
Rolling up the sleeves of their shirts
Never beingg ashamed of getting soiled
Nor fearing being hurt
We, the people,
Must truly decide to reunite as one
On God's side
Putting our
Nation back in God 's hands
Receiving his guidance
Renewing old plans
Making a stance by,
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Can you imagine?
What if kisses, were a form of healing?
Who would the Drs. be?
How would it effect health care?
Or what would be just as a fee?
What if showers washed away fear, and all it's residue vanished into the farest of seas?
What if people never needed to ask, how
you were doing?
Because each ones heart could actually hear.
What if air was an elixir?
Would one ever need a drink?
and each time, a baby was born, his or
her purpose was somehow stamped on
it's feet.
What kind of world, would this be?
A new society?
Can you imagine?
As extreme as this all may seem,
Will you allow yourself to take this virtual journey with me?
Can you imagine?
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Brother, Brother
What's happening brother?
What's really going on with you?
Is your head and heart aching,
after viewing the evening news?
Now do your plans for the future,
somehow seem fleeting and the facts a blur to you?
Are there not any professionals,
that can somehow reach out to you?
So, What's happening my dear brother?
I have some really good news, which
I sincerely desire to share and unfold with you, that
I now put my trust in King Jesus, and I often pray regarding you, for
The Lord God Almighty to display his abounding grace and mercy,
Whicn is his eternal love with you,
and may his spirit continuously
guide you in life, as you request him too.
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Gentlemen's Lady
She's a gentleman's lady,
She will date, no ordinary dude.
She shops the streets of Paris, and
eats french pasteries too.
Her pallet prefers the finest wines,
as she does what she do.
She adorns her self beaitifully,
and dabs on expensive perfume.
Her duties may be fun to some.
Her client's list, a few.
Some give her flowers, others
give her forbidden titles, because
she breaks all the rules.
Oh, how she expressses herself,
to those who needs what she do.
Her name, it varies, Mona, Lisa, or June.
She's a gentleman's lady, from midnight til noon.
So what you hear about her, all may be true?
For she is trained to use her skills,
to, lure and excite you.
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Competition
Iam running race
Yet only with myself
Iam sincerely attempting to not compare nor
Compete with anyone else
This race to unveil my authentic self
To discover things about me
Not necessarily seen by anyone else
So Iam doing myself a favor
Self analyzing
Some may term, healing thyself
No real assistance from anyone else
Iam running at a moderate pace
So far no there's been no disgrace
Even thou at times
I somehow feel out of place
However, I intend to complete this race
I realize at the end
I may not recognize my face
This is a health provoking
Mind boggleling race
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Final destination
Final destination
I guess we all have a few
Whether it coming to pivotal point
In life or finally deciding what to do
Some call heaven or hell
Our final destination
I guess, that a partial truth
I believe when one gets to heaven there
Joy yet work to do
Therefore no one knows the extent of travel
One would have to do
Now, there's hell, and there
You can't be through
For all of eternity,
the deep hold of darkness
Rules and mutilates you
There's no rest
Neither departure
So how can you be through?
For your mind will travel yet
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America
There's a sound in the air,
As which reminds me of a local motion
There's also chatter filtering
From the streets to oceans
Regardong
A rebuilding of a nation
People with strong devotion
Many who ancestors arrived
On boats
Whom may never had the
Priveledge to vote
It is the spirit of unity
Negiotating
Underminding the fog
Of recession
A renew strength
A keen insight
To defeat the dead line
Of the fiscal cliff
bipartism
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