This poem, I Am Legend, is intriguing writing. I stood on the edge of the universe and watched time, moments of memories, from a time already passed. Then watched time in a time I knew nothing about.
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This poem, I Am Legend, is intriguing writing. I stood on the edge of the universe and watched time, moments of memories, from a time already passed. Then watched time in a time I knew nothing about.
I wrote this piece the other day, and who knows, it may just replace the original one day? I love to bless people, but for awhile there, I kind of stood back and waited. I watched for a bit and I already knew outcome. But, some people just don’t or aren’t people of blessings. Anyhow, come on in, read it with your own eyes.
Battling to forgive my self is one of the hardest things I’ve gone through. Upholding and standing for what I believe in, that I am 100% responsible for, I placed me in self-conviction. I learned a dark truth that I am only to open my heart even deeper to understand something more profoundly that I am yet to see. Come and read this poem that I think captures my battle!
This is the confidence I've been looking for, of the courage it is going to take to write a very hard story. I think some people that know of it, really just don't understand why I placed this conviction upon myself and how it almost destroyed me, but, I believe our Lord, does.
He just wants me to be free of it and simply live.
Dedicated, to a woman that has inspired me, she just really has no clue, one truly rare person hardly to be found in life. Once in a lifetime deals, no I was Blessed 4 times, my very best of all time friends,I have 40 + years, 2 of them, and Angie Murray about 16-18 yrs now. But, this belongs to Angela Murray. And, I did say 4, the first was my wife, Shannon. It should read 5 including my mother.
Written metaphorically, of how my friend was led on by a woman and broke him down out of pure cold-heartedness. He gave her the time of day and, helped her build herself back up and, told her she was worthy of a good man's love. He advised her, stop chosen the same type of men, or perhaps a whole new crowd of friends. Men before my friend came into the picture, had beat her and used her cheaply and had distrust in men. I get that and I feel so badley that she was treated by those men like that, it’s horrible. But, has such a vengence towards all men, yet clings to them still for strength. 50% of the men out there are pigs and, they don’t care, look at these women as whores or a piece of meat. She needs change that value, or she’ll keep running the same vicous cycle.
After things went wrong early in my life. I learned to enjoy those little insignificant things. Like them flowers my wife and I held hands with. The natural smells of the forest or woods. The kisses from the morning doves and their cooing. When the warmer days or spring days are here, watching the flowers unfold themselves from their transitioning existence. Little Things Don't Over Look
This was a very dark place for me at this time in my life. Trying to find answers to questions we all ask at some point in time.
People sitting around and talking with each other, about people, places, things, and events. People need each other, to get along in this world. To share experiences with, or working, or just relaxing having some good old fashion company.
Humor is necessary in our lives. Even at the worst of times. It heals us in a variety of different ways for unknown reasons beyond our own intelligence. I guess it’s just a matter of how you look at things. But, somethings just can’t be healed in this life as we know it with laughter, and perhaps, that’s just how it is. I don’t know, I can only make a synopsis of things, I’m no expert on the subject. But, it does heal some things, we can definitely say. Take care for now, and watch a funny movie, or just act zany for your own self worth.
The only way to make changes starts, within ourselves.
Here are my wishes to the world, every word of it comes from the center of my heart.
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The hurt, my only dream I truly had, was only six years old. Lost myself, i allowed this heinous to consume my life. Life isn’t supposed to be this way, this is why, even though God-given, that i convicted myself for this. It still hurt then, it still hurts today as well, but I’m on this road to free myself from being in self-convicted and live once again.