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Kay's Poem's!!!!
The fight inside.
One walks through life, not knowing.
One looks at things, without seeing.
One hears.
Yet, does not listen.
One talks, without speaking.
If you know your heart?
What does it tell you?
If you know your mind?
What wisdom do you have?
If you know, your soul?
Where does it live?
Do all these things that you posses coincide, in existents?
What does the soul tell the mind?
Does the heart now see?
Without being blind?
Do the ears finally listen?
Is there still a fight inside?
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What I want love to be about.
Tipping the scales of reality.
Touching the clouds.
Tossing caution to the wind, and getting out.
When I began, I was broken.
No hope, just doubt.
I have decided, what I want love to be about.
Not what you say it is.
Not what another says.
Its my choice.
For it is my life.
I control that now.
No I will not except your judgements.
No I will not play by your rules.
No I will not play childish games, to pacify your ego.
I will be who I am, no matter what you do.
You are not my keeper, as I am not yours.
You can not redeem me, I will not try to redeem you.
If you can not apply good to my life, then take a hike.
If what I give of myself, does not benefit you, jump ship.
I know what I want love to be, and I know who I want to love.
So if you do not want to really know me, then get lost, you wicked
moth.
I have had enough.
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I am a writer.
I am a writer.
That's what I do.
I feel pain.
Just like you.
When pinched,
I squeal.
When stabbed,
I bleed.
When my heart is broken,
I will cry.
I am a writer.
It's what I do.
I often write to heel the pain,
I may be going through.
I even right to help another.
I write to share my experiences,
and my joy.
I write for me.
I write for you.
I even write,
for God too.
I am a writer.
That's what I do.
Read if you like.
Like it, or don't.
It is really ok.
It will not change, what I am.
Today, tomorrow, or how ever long I live.
I remain a writer.
That is just what I do.
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We all have had things happen to us, through out our lives, that we wish we could change, blame someone for and, or wallow in.
However, if you continue living in your past, you cheat yourself of your own future.
If you run from everything that hurts you, you cannot face life and you become a shell of a person, with animosity and misery, until the day you die and then again beyond that.
Storms are a part of life. What you do during them, is what makes you a better, or not so better a person.
As you learn from your mistakes and pain that other's inflict upon you.
You grow, if you let yourself learn.
Material things never last and you cannot take them with you when you die.
Except what you cannot fix and thank god for what you can.
Be grateful for what you have and forget about what you don't have.
It wasn't important any way.
What you have , or do not have, does not make you.
What lives inside, thats what is you.
And it is up to you to decide what that is.
Actually ones with less then what the world says you should have, to make you what society says you should be.
Is the ones whom are the most happy.
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When color is no longer an issue.
When looks are no longer the thing.
When how much you weigh, is of no matter.
We will all finally be free.
When love is the key, and hate is banished.
When the heart will bond with our soul.
Life as we know it.
We can then let go.
Look with your heart, see with your soul.
That is where we will find.
The freedom we all so long for.
We all then will truly be free.
Walk away from violence.
Step back from predigest judgments.
See what your faults are, before pointing out another's.
Then we will all truly be free.
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Do you hear it?
The whispers in the wind?
The moaning and the crying.
The violent's of the howling.
Do you feel?
The fingers in the breeze,
they caress about your face.
The secrets unseen.
Do you see?
The shadows.
The spirits of the past.
The ancient lessons?
The future's destiny?
The presents of what will die, and what will last?
Here in the breeze, the haunting.
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As twilight dies.
Darkness falls.
Stars shine like diamonds.
The air turns cool.
Dampness falls.
Then shadows surround us.
Close your eyes.
An hear the night.
When crickets sing, and bat wings bring the sounds of the darkness, and
its life.
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For seen sight.
Is it possible to for see?
What will happen tomorrow, next week or even a few hours in a day?
If you knew this was your last hour, week, or day.
What would you do with it?
What would you say?
Would you sit in a dark, and quiet place, and cry?
Would you stand outside and shout out at the world?
Would you call everyone you know loved ones and foe's?
Would you ask for, forgiveness and declare the love you didn't show?
Would you write a letter, and tell it all.
Would you think of what all had gone wrong?
I wonder, what would happen, if we took each hour of every day, on every
month of every year, and treated it like the last.
I wonder, if when we all did this, would the world no longer be made of
glass?
Would hearts go unbroken, would hurtful words be steadfast?
Would wars no longer conquer, would peace finally come to pass?
Would the color of ones skin, no longer be seen?
Is it possible for us to all just be human beings?
For seen sight, is sight that does not go unseen.
Let's live each day, as we have for seen.
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Where God Is.
God is in the humble.
God is in the innocent.
God is in the pure of heart.
God is where love is.
You may be surprised to know.
That God is where,
few people go.
The few I speak of,
are those who would be afraid.
When they go to sleep.
When they drive on a stormy day.
Where starvation is.
Where misery lives.
Where suffering is abundant,
and hate reins above all.
You will find God there,
in and amongst it all.
Look with your heart
and your soul.
Not with the human eyes.
They will deceive you,
they are blind.
Then you will truly know,
right where God is.
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From Birth To Earth.
My life begins in the spring.
I grow big and green.
I shade the creatures of the earth,
I clean the air they breath.
In the summer I'm at my best, I watch the birds in their nests.
In the hottest days of August, my color changes from green to golden.
As September approaches, I fade to brown.
I am waiting for Autumn.
In October, I let go of my branch.
That nourished me, and born me ,since the spring.
I finally fall to mother earth.
It is my turn to nourish.
I am the leaf, that started as a bud.
I have purpose.
I live on.
Kay's email lists on yahoo. Please join me.
- Writers Talk 2
- A place for writers to talk, submite work and make friends.
- Speak Up Freely
- This is a place to use free speech. Talk about the things, people don't want you to talk about.
- The Second Time
- This is a support group for marriage, mainly after the first, and being a step parent.
- Fun Freebies
- If you like to save time searching search engines, for free stuff, join this email list.
- Traders Unlimited
- Swap, trade and sale. If you are crafty and want to swap and trade your work, join this list.
- Love Thoughts For The Love Lost
- This is a poetry list, check it out. I'm just a moderator on this one.
- Poetic License
- A good site to submit your work and make some friends.
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