It's worth it

It's not easy but it can be worth it

Hear I stand, refusing to lie but I stand as a man who is guilty. I am  guilty of loving YOU, see you have no Idea what's in the Blu print of my heart, but I take the time each and everyday to make you a priority thur the good times and  thee opposite, the  breaks  downs, and the building back up with a decision to make it work, by the power of both parties agreement to stay. My love is action, that's dis played I can tell cause its written all over your face, with a smile that cant be hidden or erase,  I choose to love you, a I will not compromise nothing less  but 100% of your Love for me. it's not easy BUT IT CAN BE WORTH IT, Clarence.....

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A miracle survior

A miracle survivor

God is able to do everything, I was hit to the place that it almost broke my sprit that I did not want to get up out of my bed and  face the day, happy to be alive even tho tears fell from my eyes and on my face yes I cried! ! ! And that day I started to praise god in the mist of my pain because I was choosing to live and dying was not an option that day. Coping thur my pain made my sprit happy even in the mist of my weak state, it birth a smile in my heart that showed up on my face that my healing is on the way and it's about to take place. I develop enough faith in GODS ability that his power came over and this is my testimony  I'm completely heal on today miracle survivor.

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Thee Intent

Some people have a habit to market b.s, for there own selfish gain. Thee act is display on all-who allow that particular person or persons to come in there lives.Emotional  individuals, and individuals who are out going, proactive, popular, high spirited,  and kind hearted, and last but not the least  loving. This  learned behavior of mental practice came from observation, the wolf or wolves whose dressed with intentions to deduct all that they can until your well becomes dry.Thee intent is intentional, they impersonate  a false charter and live thur others joy, peace and happiness. The wolf can be either sex, with vampier nature to suck the life right out the living because there living dead.

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I Didn't Think I Had The Strength To Love Again

I thought I didn't have the strength to love again! ! ! !  
I didn't believe in the power of love until you came in my life and loved what I thought was was gone in me. 
The person who became covered with seasons of unwanted stuff and I felt like I gave so much of me that I became empty.
And it was at that place that I just wanted to give up on love because I felt that love  didn't love me no more, and was sent to drain my heart to the very core.
But when I first saw you, you help me see that I was  giving so much of me away that I  didn't save anything nothing. And a tear fell from my eyes and in time I truly felt your love poured back into my life! ! ! ! when I thought I didn't have the strength to love again! ! ! !

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You can't out run god

You cant out run God

   Where to go, where to hide, he's calling  you can you hear  the stile voice on thee inside.  You feel the tug  you feel the pull, come as you are God is near he's not far. I know that God can be a way maker, and  a friend that never fells who ever shut the door Guess what God is always their! He can be a mother to the motherless, and a father to the fatherless. What ever it is, God can fill in the gap where someone or something use to be. When you come to him, man will not for get what you use to do, or what for give what you use to be. God is God of a second chance, he will erase all history. Just come and experience what I, and others felt on the day where his blood is his love! that changed  me. Love is the key that opens hearts sir Clarence of greater. 

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Suffocating On Thee Inside

The pain, my tears, my fears, I felt the boy the man who drowns in  sand. I need a hand to pull me out,  the boy, the man who cries with a shout.Aloud to hear thee echoes of pain, trapped in time the boy who lives inside the man. Trying to cope and stay a float,
  but feel myself  withering away in to my deep polluted thoughts of what happen to me as child on yesterday. Being in the present of the folks who caused the hurt, and people sitting and  faking like you have no idea why they left the church.! My heart is heavy, my hair is turning  grey. Saying  I love you to the one who stood by my side and was there to wipe the tears from my eyes when mentally  Im not okay really!   Cant stand the reflection of what I see,  the man, the boy, whose trapped inside of me. HELP Me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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I Saw You Sleeping

I saw you sleeping 
Like you hadn't  slept in years,
In the hospital bed
And I guess I wanted to wake you up for the sake of my tears, but it fell! ! ! ! ! ! I think of the great times we laugh, sing, and dance and the party didn't start unless we were there, but most importunely when we gather with the family.

And I'm so grateful that I had a chance to see the special gift that was real and unwrapped right in front me. 

I felt hurt! ! ! ! Because I didn't no how to deal with the words in case something happen to me,  
in case something happen to me WOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I  hang on to the great memories but I need you here with me and the family. And I watch  you sleep with no worries like you were so happy and for real it was killing me, to go and see our relationship will no Longer be, but it will stay deep in my heart your great memories. Sir Clarence of greater

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Flushing

My message for today is: Flushing  the toilet 

There are seasons when  change just have to take place, (of course you no that) in ones life  I call it spring cleaning, where you have to make a decision  whats meaningful, and  whats not, and
  what have to go asap. But all an all a decision have to be made. There's no need to over analyze facts, it becomes very draining and time consuming. Now It's time for you to flash away some things in your life that has power over you mentally, emotionally, physical, and spiritually, that you handed over and, for some unaware  of it or it was stolen from you when you where a child. Seasons of stuff, that should have been flashed long time ago, and it made one an emotional hoarder. Everything in your house can be clean, but if thee inside of you as a person is not, your being flushed away. love is the key that opens hearts Clarence of greater

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The reappeard act

The reappeared act

The day you left me allowed me to feel so much joy on thee inside that being free never felt so good! ! I thought I'll have a break down! because  of your ability to show up and show out and  hit me time and time again in the heart with a surprise that I thought I'll die. I became a custom to your baggage of tricks  and disappearing, reappearing acts like Im some **** walking in and out of my life like you became the  leap year or Robin Hood because you took. But I thank YoU! ! ! ! Because I needed to take the time for me to rethink that I deserved better then this! ! ! ! !
 I came to the place to find me in the mist of what I allow to happen, to happen! ! ! go on far to long. That when I reposition my thinking I found my worth! and I for gave me. Then what I thought was going to be the hard part became so easy I turned  around and for gave YOU! The reappearing act! ! ! ! ! ! !

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I was attached to an open womb

I was to attached to an open womb! !

I kinda didn't know my role

I just didn't know how to disconnect my self from an open womb. I can see the hurt, I can see the pain, I thought if I could aid to treat what I see   it would've been about his healing process and repositioning his thinking. I was told so many things in thee beginning about ones up  bringing, how there mom abused, and  misused her children and wasn't the best mom she could've  been. He told me she did  this, and that! and when I tried to leaned hand to help him he would  smack my hand I had to pull it back, but mentally he was   drive me insane often. Crying aloud that i need some help! ! ! ! ! But didn't get it he never  because of the trust issue that he had to experience and I tried to be there for him as a good friend to help him. But he became so wombed that a band aide became his clothing while he  was left up treated, mentally and physically because he was addicted to his experiences.

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