tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84846991317760378892024-02-07T01:07:49.037-08:00The Ins and Outs of Life-Poetic Christian PoetryPoetry based on real life, Reality, and God being in my life. I share because I want people to know that they aren't alone. Thank you for being interested. God Bless you all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-23160135243148581382016-06-30T13:39:00.002-07:002016-06-30T13:56:21.761-07:00HOPE(Opposing poem to FEAR)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> am Hope.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am the inspiration that lingers in hearts throughout life.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Unseen to the naked eye, but through the windows of the soul.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am sister to Love, cousin to Courage, and daughter to Faith. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The spark that creates motivation and prevents the enemy from</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">dousing ambitions.</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Rising from adversity is my path plan to all. Dreams being inspired</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and achieved with moving forward to put Fear, Despair, Doubt, </span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">and Worry to rest. I have been around for centuries, </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">whether </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">I am needed or not I am near by.</span><span style="color: blue;">Whenever you need a </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">pick-me-up, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">I can remind you of your </span><span style="color: blue;">accomplishments of any size.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am not biased or discriminatory of anyone who seeks or needs me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">I do not belong to just one. I listen with an open mind to all </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">situations, </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">am near for support in any decision that's made, I give </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">strength where </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">one is weary and confidence where there is low-self</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">esteem. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am constant where Fear comes and goes.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Here is my wish for you, that each day you strive to become open </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">to more positivity with things amidst struggles. Find the good in </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;">others </span><span style="color: blue;">and build them up as others have built you up for success in life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yours Truly,</span><br />
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Written By, <br />
Deborah Forbes <br />
June 23, 2016<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-48126301229884398052015-05-07T10:35:00.000-07:002015-05-07T10:41:25.612-07:00WOUNDS OF A SOLDIER<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"> The wounds of a soldier/veteran whether mental </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;">or physical, pain knows no</span> </span>bounds.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They hurt, </span><span style="font-size: large;">hinder </span><span style="font-size: large;">and </span><span style="font-size: large;">know no age, race or gender.<br />
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They run deep through the soul like a bullet stuck <br />
in the heart; they play with your emotions and no <br />
one knows when or where these wounds will </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">attack.It is as if they are hidden snares launched</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the air.<br />
<br /> There comes a time the wounds need to heal and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">remain where they were created or experienced, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the past. It doesn't mean they are forgotten,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">just contained, controlled, and archived. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No matter the wounds, life can still be lived.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Written By,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Deborah Forbes(C)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">5-6-15</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-27834300129449445302013-12-25T14:49:00.000-08:002013-12-25T14:49:17.007-08:00Tis the Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Christmas is the time of year to celebrate <br />
with family and friends both far and near.<br />
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With the sounds of silence up and down<br />
the streets, all you really hear are the <br />
songs of peace.<br />
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The lights are gleaming and glowing to<br />
and fro, up and down the street as you go,<br />
lighting up the town to see if Santa Claus<br />
can really be found.<br />
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Since the time is near and here, and you're<br />
there and I am here, I happily send the cheer<br />
of Christmas and the New Year.<br />
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Merry Christmas to you all my dears.<br />
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Written by,<br />
Claysong(C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-22741346218880278322013-11-07T01:21:00.000-08:002013-11-07T01:21:52.311-08:00Power to Hold<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Reflections of the past mirrors the present status and attitudes in life.<br />
They should be enough to motivate me to decide whether I want to<br />
be stagnant or to grow.<br />
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I am choosing to not be the victim but the victor despite how hard<br />
people tried to break me. I'm striving to choose to leave the past<br />
where it belongs and keep the power for myself.<br />
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The school of Life and Hard Knocks are the hardest ones to learn<br />
from, but they are the best teachers; that is if you learned your lessons.<br />
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The power of my past needs to be archived files only I can visit when<br />
I need to. I need to be able to do that without going into a depressive<br />
state.<br />
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I finally want the control, I am taking back the control!<br />
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Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-88947373018408460052013-11-07T01:04:00.000-08:002013-11-07T01:05:34.219-08:00Peeling the Layers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trying to shed our old selves to become new, we chisel away<br />
layers of our past unstable inner selves.<br />
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As we begin, it leaves us scraped, cut, and bruised. Not knowing<br />
where to turn next, we become trapped by nothingness striving<br />
to pass the world's tests.<br />
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Constantly seeking treasure that's seemingly unfindable, sparkling<br />
in the distance, the jewel teases like a nasty disease. Once you<br />
find it, you can't grab it.<br />
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Drifting between real life and a video game, we go through life<br />
collecting points. Immortality and goods we scramble to buy.<br />
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Characters become reality when people get addictive and vindictive.<br />
Looking from within, you realize your friends are not who you once knew.<br />
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Revealing the layers, they are raw and conspicious, sometimes<br />
you have to take life by the corner; peeling problems one at a time.<br />
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Life can be cruel sometimes, but we have to learn to pick our battles.<br />
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When we have fought the fight, somehow the overall lesson ends up<br />
being positives nobody expected.<br />
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May you find the strength within you to step forward<br />
and start peeling your layers.<br />
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Written By,<br />
Claysong (C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-64530132729787889342013-07-08T23:33:00.000-07:002013-07-08T23:33:13.282-07:00The Thorn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The time has come for us to move on, </div>
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for if we keep looking back we will always ask, </div>
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"what went wrong?"</div>
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You placed a thorn in my side</div>
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the day you decided to lie. </div>
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Damn your selfish pride, </div>
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you allowed it to become alive.</div>
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Although none are perfect and all have faults;</div>
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lying and using are ones I simply cannot </div>
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and will not accept.</div>
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We both deserve someone </div>
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but it's not each other, </div>
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I don't want to continue to duck and cover.</div>
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Each time you lied , the thorn dug deeper</div>
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which kept me in a painful stooper.</div>
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I now release you to be with yourself </div>
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and my heavy thorn can be plucked. </div>
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I wish you all the best of luck.</div>
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Written By-Claysong(C)</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-85278394873306712422013-05-15T18:00:00.000-07:002013-05-15T18:01:04.726-07:00Battle Scarred Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A wounded and scarred heart slowly leaking<br />
what life, love, dignity, and humanity I have left<br />
in me is barely beating.<br />
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Deeply pierced by scattered shrapnel<br />
from life's challenges and wars is its injury.<br />
A heart can only take so much pain and pressure,<br />
sorrow and suffering, guilt and grief before it bursts.<br />
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I am seeking to remove the shrapnel and recover<br />
from a life of negativity and old shame. Trapped<br />
by my own criticizing and sometimes paralyzed<br />
by my fear of disappointing those I love and<br />
those who I thought loved me.<br />
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It's going to take the rest of my life to recouperate<br />
and slowly take the pieces out one by one. To bravely<br />
bury them where they belong; in the past.<br />
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I am learning to live and forgive, to love and hug,<br />
to cope and hope; but most of all to move onward<br />
and upward.<br />
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Realizing there will be a few battles won quickly,<br />
and some moderately but never forgetting the ones<br />
I've won thus far.<br />
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For no matter how much shrapnel you remove<br />
from any heart, there will always be scars.<br />
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Written By,<br />
Claysong(C) Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-69970769647033533962013-04-24T23:44:00.004-07:002013-04-24T23:45:54.835-07:00THE KEY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Trapped and caged by a prison<br />
of my own afflictions am I.<br />
Lost and estranged in a loveless,<br />
unappreciated, unsupportive, hypocritical<br />
family.<br />
<br />
As I reach out for someone, anyone<br />
to hear my plea, all I hear is," Here,<br />
this is for you, now go away."<br />
<br />
No quality time, no true acceptance<br />
or respect, and no true love from anyone.<br />
A family built upon secrets and lies, all<br />
that matters is what people see and perceive.<br />
<br />
I am my own key to freedom,<br />
yet when given the opportunity I back<br />
away and hide like a beaten child from<br />
its abuser.<br />
<br />
Cold-hearted and unresponsive to everyone<br />
except those I choose to allow into my world.<br />
Gone are the days and ways for the chance<br />
to shape and use maternal instincts.<br />
<br />
In the blink of an eye, the natural yearning<br />
to want to love was stripped from me.<br />
Plucked and thrown away like the thorn<br />
from a stemmed rose.<br />
<br />
All my life my journey has been one big search<br />
party; for love, acceptance, a sense of belonging,<br />
and most of all who I am.<br />
<br />
I sense my journey is an endless one,<br />
for my fear paralyzes me from moving<br />
forward and letting go.<br />
<br />
I pray one day I can find what I'm seeking;<br />
to find the strength to use my key and free myself.<br />
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Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-73076297520866764162013-04-17T19:30:00.000-07:002013-04-17T19:30:26.978-07:00My Psalm to God<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
(This is my Psalm 16 & 18)<br />
<br />
Oh Lord, bless my heart and soul.<br />
For as long as you have given me breath,<br />
I have known and felt you were with me.<br />
<br />
My heart and soul seek you, hungers for you,<br />
cries out to you for comfort and peace.<br />
<br />
For reasons unknown, I have been thrown<br />
to the lions and wolves in different ways.<br />
Wolves in sheep skin they covered themselves<br />
to get close to me.<br />
<br />
To test me, to try me, to devour my peace,<br />
patience, sanity, humanity, and love.<br />
I don't know who I am anymore or ever was,<br />
but I do know I am yours.<br />
<br />
The sorrows and snares of my past have lingered<br />
and bound me like a rope against my throat keeping<br />
me from living life. The life in abundance you have<br />
promised.<br />
<br />
The seed you have placed within me has only<br />
just sprouted and started to grow. For no matter<br />
what hole I stumbled into, I know I can call to you<br />
and there your hand will be.<br />
<br />
Death has knocked on my door a few times<br />
and I refused to answer. Almost drowning from<br />
the sea of my own tears I have; but when they dried<br />
up like sand, I tried to drown my sorrows into a sea<br />
of brown and gold.<br />
<br />
None could give answers or understanding to the age<br />
old question of "why"? But I have not, will not ever<br />
blame you Lord. For your divine plan for me is flawless<br />
even though I have many flaws.<br />
<br />
I may never understand the roads you have me to travel,<br />
but am grateful you would even consider working with<br />
or using such a cracked and leaky vessel.<br />
<br />
For I cannot help anyone, even myself if I haven't<br />
been through any heartache or calamity.<br />
<br />
Hear me O Lord, your humbled and hurt child.<br />
I need your love and guidance to learn how to<br />
put to rest the pieces of my past.<br />
<br />
Teach me Lord, to lay those heavy boulders before you<br />
so I can use them as stepping stones for a more peaceful<br />
present that can stretch to the future.<br />
<br />
Often I have stumbled off the path you laid before me,<br />
but it is your loving voice and nudge that lead me back.<br />
For so long I have tried to drown out the voices of those<br />
who try to tear me away from you.<br />
<br />
Lord, please never let me turn deaf to what you are<br />
trying to teach me.<br />
<br />
I may not have won every battle, but nevertheless<br />
Lord, you have given me the strength and courage<br />
to conquer the enemies I have.<br />
<br />
Your sustaining power gives me the confidence<br />
to keep trying to tear down the wall that my mind<br />
and flesh have riveted together.<br />
<br />
I long to feel your arms wrapped around me Lord,<br />
to sink into your blanket of protection and peace.<br />
May my eyes be always opened to see what you see,<br />
the beauty beyond the beasts.<br />
<br />
written By,<br />
Claysong(C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-4974930488613007702013-01-30T23:02:00.000-08:002013-01-30T23:04:09.725-08:00Story-For the Love of Alice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial;">For the
Love of <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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This is it; this is the last time <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Alice</st1:city></st1:place>
was going to allow her feelings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> to be in
charge. Tired of being doubtful and depressed about herself <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">and her life,
she now wages war against her inner demons and faults.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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There had always been some sort of fight within herself the moment<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">she quit
laughing and all she wanted to do was cry. If she could<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">somehow change
her problems and herself, that is what she was<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">going to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city> was
always the tom-boyish stubborn type,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">once she wrapped
her mind around something, there<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">was no talking
her out of it. She had always prayed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">to find a cure
for what she called her "disciplined <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">recklessness"-anger,
calm, rage, cry, calm, depression,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">self-doubt,
isolate, calm, comfortably numb.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She led a too serious, laughless, friendless, loveless,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">be independent,
don't touch me, and don’t show your emotions life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">She couldn't
understand why a mother who said, "I love you" would<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">turn around and beat
her for not understanding math or because<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">she couldn't
find a matching show fast enough; or how a father who <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">said, "I
love you" would sneak in her room while drunk and proceed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">to act like she
was his wife and then buy her silence with anything<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">she wanted. For
her safety, she had to learn to lie and shut her <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">emotions off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The only way she coped was through alcohol and cigarettes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Everybody knows
that alcoholics always tell the truth while <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">they are drunk
because they never have the guts to say<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">what they truly
feel sober.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Alice</st1:city></st1:place> was
different; she was a happy drunk but very careful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">She was the
strong silent type, the kind that would put on <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">a smile and lie
when she was hurting or upset. She didn't<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">like being
vulnerable at any time so she kept to herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She never really liked the fake laughter brought<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">from the
alcohol, but it worked for years to the point <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">her family had
no idea she had been drinking. Then one <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">day she didn't
care anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The very things she desired in life-love, laughter, being<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">wanted and
needed but not used, she ran from or kept<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">herself too
busy. It wasn't so much that those feelings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">snuck up on her
one day, they flat out scared her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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All she knew is when she opened herself to those feelings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">before and as a
child, she was used and abused. According<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">to her, she was
never going to have that happen again as <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">long as she
could help it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>'s
ultimate fear was losing those she holds dear<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">and to those she
opened her heart to. She constantly<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">questions herself
and wonders-does she even know what <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">real love is and
can she love someone right?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Fred, her best friend and mate knew in the beginning<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Alice</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style="font-family: Arial;"> was going to be a challenge. She knew if
she<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">was going to
allow him into her world, he needed to<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">know the truth
of her hard life. She had done peace<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">time and war
time as both a civilian and a military <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">personnel. To
her, her life had always been at war<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">with little
peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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He didn't know what drew him to her but it was<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">something bigger
than he had ever felt. All he knew<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">was somehow he
had to get to know her. He wanted<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">to be her friend
and be in her life, but needed to find a <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">way to create an
opening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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After Fred and Alice talked, he chose to use their<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">common love of
movies and crafts plus his sense of<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">humor to crack
the door to her heart. He desperately <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">wanted someday
to hear her have a good laugh and it<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">be all natural.
He was up for the challenge, if she would<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">have him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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In his eyes, she was never a project or fly by night mission.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">There was something
about her that caught his player ways<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">in a net. From
that moment on, she was all he wanted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He looked deep
into her hazel eyes and knew he wanted and <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">needed to teach
her to laugh, to love and have more of a life<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">than she was
living. He wanted to teach her that true love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">doesn't hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">
<st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>
took a chance on love and opened the door<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">to her heart
where Fred was knocking. Even though<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">every other time
she allowed someone into her world<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">she was taken
advantage of and walked on, she sensed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">and knew he was
different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Fred knew with everything she had already experienced<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">that she had
built a wall to protect herself. It was scary<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">for her because
the wall was so solid from being up so long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He would have to
take it slow and prove to her that he wanted<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">her with no
strings attached or mind games being played.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">
He always made a point to remind <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city>
that she<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">was and still is
beautiful. Emphasizing that her quirks<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">and faults
helped to create who she is and that's who he loves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">He loved her
mind, creativity, gusto, and her heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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For as big as her heart is, he's going to have to teach her<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">to not take
things so personal; and that she can't control <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">other people's
actions and decisions. He could never under-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">stand why she
would take on someone else's troubles when<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">she has enough
of her own; but that's the helping heart part<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">of her he loves
too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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As Fred gently holds her face in his hands, he looks<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">her square in
the eyes and says, "I didn't fall in love with<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">your problems
and faults, but I accept them because they<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">are a part of
you. I love you for who you are, you are more <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">than your
problems or quirks. I'm not leaving."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">
As tears slowly slide down her cheeks, at that moment<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">she knew he
wouldn't leave her no matter how hard or how <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">many times she
pushed him away. For he knew that wasn't <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">the message she
really meant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">
Slowly, her wall started to crumble brick by brick as they worked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">together to keep
true love alive. Although part of her wall is still up,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Fred's love for <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Alice</st1:place></st1:city> is still strong. As
he awaits for her wall to fall<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">completely, his
love proves that love and patience can out-live pain<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">and the past.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">
True love doesn't give excuses or lies in any circumstance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Its acceptance
"as is" no matter how long you are together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Besides God,
love is the best trump anyone can have.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Written By,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Claysong (C)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-67236518117227978992012-12-27T19:27:00.000-08:002012-12-27T19:27:34.937-08:00Crumbled Rock<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Ever thought you were strong enough to bear<br />
not only your problems but those of the ones<br />
you love and care about?<br />
<br />
Every day I wake, I pray for strength<br />
to keep myself from falling apart<br />
over a minute thing. Desperately wishing<br />
for the day that nothing bothered me,<br />
especially if it was something I couldn't<br />
control.<br />
<br />
Mountains made from molehills<br />
in a split second. A comment,<br />
an assumption from the lack<br />
of details, or a reaction that<br />
wasn't expected, is where it begins.<br />
<br />
It is easy to get sucked up, chewed up,<br />
and spit out by the somewhat childish<br />
drama people play. Plagued by boredom<br />
and or they just don't care is their motto.<br />
<br />
Often people try to ignore the hurtful<br />
things others say and do by defining<br />
themselves as a strong willow tree,<br />
no matter how much the wind blows<br />
and bends them they never break.<br />
<br />
If not the tree, we become someone's rock.<br />
The solid rock on which everyone stands,<br />
or the rock of ages full of wisdom and strength.<br />
<br />
What people don't realize, is while we<br />
are other people's rocks, we need someone<br />
too. For within us, there is a raging war<br />
to keep our strength, ravishing our hearts<br />
and minds while the world and our loved ones<br />
see a poker face as we try to hide our own troubles.<br />
<br />
Being someone's rock is a privilege but hard thing<br />
because they trust you with their life. They love and<br />
respect you enough to think about what they do<br />
because of how it might affect you.<br />
On the other hand, they believe you don't have<br />
the right to crumble.<br />
<br />
No matter how strong and solid you think<br />
a rock is, over time even the strongest rocks crumble<br />
from too much stress.<br />
<br />
There is only one solid rock that everyone<br />
can stand and lean on through the ages<br />
that will never crumble, it definitely isn't me.<br />
<br />
Easy to see and try to fix the problems of another.<br />
but blind or in denial of our own needs.<br />
I can no longer be anyone's rock they need.<br />
<br />
Pebbles of strength and wisdom for everyone<br />
but myself becomes the norm. Others may see me<br />
as solid or strong, but to me I'm just an old crumbled<br />
rock. <br />
<br />
<br />
Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-61584723682337044292012-12-27T19:02:00.000-08:002012-12-27T19:02:00.880-08:00It's S.A.D.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Sleepiness and awakenness combined<br />
with the feeling of broken is what I am.<br />
<br />
Time keeps getting darker earlier,<br />
not knowing what day it is or<br />
whether it's five a.m or p.m.<br />
<br />
Too tired to sleep, too tired to think.<br />
Too tired to create, too tired to stay<br />
awake. Too tired to remember to<br />
eat and drink, too tired to do the normal<br />
routines.<br />
<br />
Everything forgotten because of a constant stage<br />
of exhaustion. Mentally, physically, and sometimes<br />
Spiritually drained becomes my normal pace.<br />
<br />
Every Fall and Winter it fluctuates,<br />
but sometimes it's worse than before.<br />
With every day of hard rainfall or<br />
extreme cold weather, I find myself<br />
gravitating to my room and bed to isolate<br />
and hibernate until Summer.<br />
<br />
Plagued by a body that's practically<br />
run down all over, it screams for an<br />
overhaul. With no action taken,<br />
my body goes on strike.<br />
<br />
Too much pain to lay still too long,<br />
too much pain to move to try and get<br />
comfortable. In spite of it all, there's<br />
no energy to do anything else but lay there.<br />
<br />
Getting a good nights sleep between<br />
nightmares, weird dreams, and a mind<br />
that won't slow down to let me relax and<br />
sleep, is like finding a needle in a haystack.<br />
It takes forever.<br />
<br />
This is more than depression, or a funk,<br />
it's Winter blues, It's S.A.D~Seasonal<br />
Affective Disorder. It feels like it sucks<br />
the life out of you until the seasons change<br />
and come full circle.<br />
<br />
<br />
Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-87430791867200782222012-12-17T14:01:00.000-08:002012-12-17T14:01:13.813-08:00Women are Veterans Too!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
Being a veteran is no respecter of age or gender.<br />
Young or old we all played a role; still we had to be bold.<br />
<br />
As we signed our contracts, we knew our souls were<br />
being sold. We took jobs that were said only men<br />
could hold, but our stories <i>must</i> be told.<br />
<br />
Women are Veterans Too!<br />
<br />
Many times we are put aside, in certain situations<br />
we are forced to hide. Even though we all aren't taken,<br />
the title of Veteran is mistaken.<br />
<br />
When out of uniform and identification is required,<br />
people tend to lean toward men. Sometimes when<br />
women give their military identification, we get a puzzled<br />
or surprised look as if they are saying, "There is no way a<br />
woman can be a veteran."<br />
<br />
It is always a stairway for us to climb, no matter what<br />
job or rank we hold. In order for us to get the support<br />
and respect we need, we need equality in every aspect of life.<br />
<br />
The absence of the public eye, society's belief constitutes<br />
a lie. Women have to prove they are competent while men<br />
must prove to be incompetent.<br />
<br />
Often hidden from recognition, we are forced to be in submission.<br />
They keep us right on the line where our loyalty seems lost<br />
in time.<br />
<br />
For we are never ashamed for the service for our Country;<br />
what we want is proportional Equity.<br />
<br />
Unified we work side by side, accomplishments accepted<br />
with humbled pride.<br />
<br />
We remain united in our goals of keeping a free democracy.<br />
Saving others and ourselves from tyranny and hypocrisy.<br />
<br />
Women Are Veterans Too!<br />
<br />
<br />
Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-57189033789241068472012-12-17T11:43:00.000-08:002012-12-17T11:43:42.130-08:00A Friendship Is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
A friendship is more than an action, a caption,<br />
or a mission. It is a golden union of two or more with<br />
a vision.<br />
<br />
To lovingly accept each other with our hearts and minds<br />
wide open. To pick each other up when one becomes<br />
broken.<br />
<br />
Placed in each other's life for more than a season<br />
or a reason.<br />
<br />
No amount of mileage can keep us apart,<br />
for we carry each other in our hearts.<br />
<br />
You can call on me my friend,<br />
no matter where or when.<br />
I am grateful to be called your friend.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-81103653509617087642012-12-17T11:17:00.000-08:002012-12-17T11:17:58.704-08:00Overflowing Pots<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Every decision we make in life whether big or small,<br />
will always have either a positive or negative affect on us<br />
and others around us.<br />
<br />
Without meaning to, many of us tend to hold onto<br />
negative words and actions in what seems like bottomless pots.<br />
<br />
Many of our pots are overflowing with things from our past<br />
that effect the present. If we aren't careful and don't maintain<br />
them, they can spill into the future.<br />
<br />
In order for me to move on and up in my life, I need to learn<br />
how to take one problem at a time, deal with it then let it go.<br />
<br />
As I slowly do this, each time I pour out either my own mistake<br />
or something hurtful from someone else, it releases pressure.<br />
<br />
Someday I want to write all my painful memories on balloons<br />
and release them one by one. With that, I can forget them and<br />
start to empty my pots.<br />
<br />
I really wish getting rid of and forgetting painful memories were<br />
as simple as letting balloons float away.<br />
<br />
For me, it would take a million or more balloons just to pour<br />
out one pot. There's not enough money or balloons in the world<br />
to empty all my pots.<br />
<br />
Every pot is a part of me. Some of those things in my pot have<br />
either helped me to be who I am, or held me back from being<br />
who I want to be.<br />
<br />
Emptying a pot is very hard. With help, over time it can be done.<br />
Every time I empty a pot, it blends me into being who I want<br />
to be and turns me into who I am.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-6743591168048722892012-09-18T04:04:00.001-07:002012-09-18T04:04:56.602-07:00A Child's Innocence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
Precious in a parents' eyes, precious in a grandparents eyes<br />
is the innocence and love of a child.<br />
<br />
His or hers to give, live, and achieve the love, acceptance,<br />
and time we all need to succeed.<br />
<br />
As they grow, life can be challenging and cruel. It's up to us<br />
to reach, teach, support, and believe in them as we rule.<br />
<br />
Learning to live, give, laugh, and love is their life's degree;<br />
the world is their constant University. Through it all,<br />
there must be unity and diversity for them all.<br />
<br />
<br />
Written By,<br />
Claysong (C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-9122355820984848552012-09-18T03:35:00.000-07:002012-09-18T03:35:54.762-07:00Unforgetable Impact<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Unforgetable, that's what the memories are;<br />
unforgetable though I'm far away it feels like they are near.<br />
<br />
Like a memory of horror that clings to me; how the very<br />
thought of it creates unthinkable dreams for me.<br />
<br />
Never before in my life has something been more<br />
unbelievably unforgetable.<br />
<br />
Each and every night, that's how they stay with me,<br />
that's why it's incredible. I can't seem to forget the<br />
memories, they're just unforgetable.<br />
<br />
It's impossible to just tell the dreams to leave my mind,<br />
it's impossible sometimes to keep me from crying.<br />
It's impossible, to tell my soul it was back then; it's unforgetable<br />
no matter how hard I try.<br />
<br />
The feelings of regret and guilt are impossible to forget;<br />
for evermore I want a day to just be normal but I guess<br />
I'm asking for too much.<br />
<br />
Tomorrow if I could just get rid of the pain, I would<br />
trade it all and never look back. Not a moment would<br />
I want anyone to carry what I do; that's why I never say<br />
anything, but it seems unforgetably impossible.<br />
<br />
<br />
Written By,<br />
Claysong (C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-62888384490349228052012-07-07T21:58:00.000-07:002012-09-18T03:36:48.730-07:00L.O.V.E<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
[L]istening to God's whisper among chaos brings<br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">[O]ptimistic feelings when you're down</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;">[V]ictory belongs to us through and with God</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;">[E]very single day as we strive to do better.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Written By,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Claysong(C)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-4247920212783293222012-07-07T21:50:00.000-07:002012-07-07T21:50:33.969-07:00Ode to the Bible<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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O Holy Word<br />
Your scriptures are brightly highlighted<br />
It is the hour of God's infinite love.<br />
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For so long we stay in busyness and ignore you<br />
until at our wits end do we become and seek Him.<br />
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The spark of ambition and dreams this worry-some<br />
world holds onto, for tomorrow brings a new and<br />
powerful way.<br />
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Fall on your knees,<br />
O cling and listen to His heavenly messages<br />
Oh word you are anointed<br />
Oh anointed word, when Christ speaks<br />
Oh Holy word, you are priceless and precious.<br />
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Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)<br />
(Inspired by O Holy Night)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-25161989789839105932012-07-07T21:34:00.001-07:002012-07-07T21:35:39.517-07:00Hearts Symphony<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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True love, the ultimate gift of one lonely heart beating while waiting<br />
for its soul mate to answer back by completing the song within.<br />
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Each of us has a Heart's Symphony that needs to be written,<br />
but it can only be done when we are complete.<br />
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You will know when your symphony is finished when your heart<br />
beats for that special someone the way it never beats for anyone else.<br />
When its more than just in the heat of the moment.<br />
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Those feelings of knowing you would be lost or lonely without each other.<br />
When the other person accepts you; faults, scars, and all and still brings<br />
out the best in you. The one who can calm your fears and catch your<br />
tears through the years and not hold them against you.<br />
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It's amazing when you go from a small song to a full Symphony.<br />
Treasure it because true love is precious and priceless.<br />
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Written by,<br />
Claysong(C)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-926385193399920952012-04-30T14:03:00.001-07:002012-04-30T14:03:59.451-07:00The Burdens<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The burdens I carry from day to day<br />
are like a heaviness placed upon my mind<br />
and heart that pushes down upon my spine.<br />
It is almost as if my spirit and soul has<br />
parted ways.<br />
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The pain travels down to the pit<br />
of my stomach. And I have the<br />
bitter taste of guilt and shame<br />
lingering in my throat.<br />
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Constantly having the hounding question<br />
of, "What more could I have done?"<br />
Playing over and over in my head like<br />
a broken record.<br />
<br />
I was afraid that I had held on to too much,<br />
or that I had angered God to the point that He<br />
wouldn't want me.<br />
<br />
Yet somewhere below the burning pit,<br />
I felt a calming presence calling to me;<br />
telling me to let things go and to lean on Him.<br />
Reminding me that He loves me no matter what,<br />
and He will be waiting for me when I am ready.<br />
<br />
Somehow I knew I needed to cry out<br />
and pray to Him but I just couldn't find<br />
the strength within me.<br />
<br />
It was as if I was bolted where I sat<br />
and gravity wouldn't let let me move no<br />
matter how much I tried.<br />
<br />
I felt like I had betrayed those whom I<br />
loved or was responsible for. Like everything<br />
that I ever worked for had just exploded.<br />
<br />
These feelings and symptoms of the tragedies<br />
that I have been through, won't run their coarse<br />
in a week like a cold; or fade away over time like<br />
an old picture.<br />
<br />
I know I need to work through these feelings.<br />
For if I don't, I could forever be trapped in this<br />
lost and worthless state of mind.<br />
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Within my grasp is healing and growth,<br />
if I would just grab the hand that has reached<br />
out for me. Someday I will actually take His hand,<br />
and when I do His strength will be mine.<br />
<br />
It can be scary but fulfilling to release<br />
the pressure I've carried for so long.<br />
He will carry my burdens, my pain,<br />
and my sorrows when I give them<br />
to Him.<br />
<br />
Peace is possible and attainable<br />
for us all who carry those deep<br />
burdens. But we all have to be<br />
willing to lay them down.<br />
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Written By,<br />
Claysong(C)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-8159949018847768472012-04-24T20:52:00.001-07:002012-04-24T20:52:59.989-07:00Reach Toward the Stars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: blue;">When you feel all hope is lost, </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">don't let your head fall in despair</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">or shed a tear. Instead, reach</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">toward the stars and grab the rope</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">that God lowers.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">There are many times we get ourselves</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">in situations that aren't always our fault,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">but every decision causes a reaction.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">We pray and cry out to God, not only</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">to hear us; but to rescue and fix us from</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">the inside out. Sometimes we don't hear Him,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">but He softly and tenderly calls out; "Look up,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">reach toward the stars. Grab the rope and get</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">energized with my hope in you."</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Look forward not back, look up not down;</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">the stars are reachable. Believe in yourself</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">as god believes in you. </span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Reach Toward the Stars!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Written By,</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">Claysong(C)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-42969412742081983082012-04-22T11:44:00.000-07:002012-04-22T11:44:41.124-07:00Dead Giveaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>No matter how hard we try to suppress</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>the shy, timid, lonely, or depressed </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>child, he or she gets trapped inside our </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>optimistic adult selves. Like two quarrelsome friends, </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>our hearts and minds struggle to stay neutral.</b></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Acting as if nothing is wrong,</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>our inner selves burst out while</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>we are trying to just go with the flow</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>and be seen and not heard.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Obviously the nervousness becomes</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>dead giveaways to everyone but us.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Receding from the world, </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>we hide within ourselves trying to </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>lock out pain and disappointment. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Not only from others, but from ourselves. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Carefully we guard our words and actions;</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>but there is nothing we can do about</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>our feelings. Instant downers as they</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>become dead giveaways and can't be swayed. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Desperately we attempt to let the</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>happy-go-lucky, worry 'bout nothin'</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>child out and have fun. Then life happens </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>and snaps us back to reality and we have to keep</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>our sanity.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Reaching out for what we once had</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>but will never again: no time limits,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>no curfews, or no interest about what's </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>in the news.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>When gravity pulls us back down</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>to Earth, it's a shame what we hide</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>from others, but especially from ourselves.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>It's a dead giveaway.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Written By,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Claysong(C)</b></span></div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484699131776037889.post-10117170574562832792012-04-15T20:02:00.000-07:002012-04-15T20:02:56.093-07:00PTSD's Reflection<div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Forever trapped to wear one mask </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">for the day </span><span style="font-size: medium;">and another for the night. </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Feeling like my life </span><span style="font-size: medium;">is a non-stop bullfight.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lost in the sight of my own self,</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm caught between putting on </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">a smile and saying, "I'm fine."</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Meanwhile, inside I'm falling</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">faster than sand in a timer,</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">desperately wanting to scream,</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I don't want to be confined anymore!"</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Traveling within the walls of my mind,</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I slide ever so slowly between my night-</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mares </span><span style="font-size: medium;">and reality. Sometimes not knowing </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">which is which </span><span style="font-size: medium;">is confusing.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">These feelings keep me from being able</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">to determine whether I am angry or batty,</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">so I come off to others as a bully.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">There are days on end that I will pull</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">all nighters or wake up every two hours</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">at a time. I would hide myself from the</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">world as if I had committed a crime.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Living with PTSD and Bi-polar disorder</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">leaves you feeling like a high functioning</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mentally challenged ticking time bomb.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One that can crumble in a second like</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">eggshells.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With help, love, and a good support system,</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">we can blend into society and you would</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">never know. </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To get respect, you have to give it. </span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">You must remember, you never know</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">what a person has been through.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The very freedom we all have, is because</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">of those who have fought for this country.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Don't be a hinder but a helper.</span></div><div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />
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<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Faith at the Darkest Moment</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">By Haley Whitehall</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Keeping faith at the darkest moment is perhaps the hardest thing a person can do. Many times people lose a loved one, experience a natural disaster like Hurricane Katrina, fight to eek out an existence in a poor economy and blame God. Some go farther and even turn their back on Him. They wonder, “Why would He let me experience such pain? If He was there for me, He would have kept this from happening.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">God is there for us even in our darkest moments. He doesn’t protect us from pain; because it is from the pain we learn and grow. He has a plan for us. Our lives affect so many others. We can make a difference by sharing what we have learned. There is a divine purpose for each of us.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Faith at the darkest moment can take many forms. Some people are only fair weather Christians. Others do not think about God until the dark moment. Their life flashes before their eyes and they cry out to Him for help. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">When experiencing a dark moment, we have two choices: gain strength by relying on Him and trusting Him, or turning away. Even if we turn away, God is there for us. He is patient and waits for us to return.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Zachariah, the protagonist in my debut novel <i>Living Half Free</i>, struggles with his faith. As a slave in the antebellum south, each day of his life is filled with pain. He witnesses and experiences abuse at his master’s hands. His mother raised him to be Christian, took him to church, but when he is sold and separated from her, his faith wavers. Each day is like a dark moment. He doesn’t know how much he can take.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">But, God never gives us more than we can handle. Zachariah discovers his true strength. With the guidance of a Lillian a headstrong Cherokee woman, he takes on the racist south. Changing the minds and hearts of society would be like moving a mountain. But, even changing the views of one person makes a difference.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">Sometimes we want it all, we are so occupied with the big picture that we are blinded to the little blessings. Zachariah learns to be grateful for each day. Have you?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Book Teaser for Living Half Free:<o:p></o:p></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><i>When Zachariah, a naïve mulatto slave, is sold to a </i><st1:state><st1:place><i>Kentucky</i></st1:place></st1:state><i> slave trader, and separated from his ma and sister, he realizes the true meaning of not having rights. Seeking escape, he falls in love with a Cherokee woman, under whose direction he learns to pass as white. But, he must find his voice, and the courage to stand up for his beliefs or else lose everyone he loves forever.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">HALEY WHITEHALL has a B.A in history and has been studying the Civil War era since the 5th grade. She likes to write out of the box stories that feature an underdog. <em>LIVING HALF FREE</em><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>is her debut novel. Released February 29, the ebook can be found at </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Living-Half-Free-ebook/dp/B00789FLUK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329715400&sr=8-1"><span style="background: #FFFFE3; color: #b26a16; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Amazon</span></a><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/living-half-free-haley-whitehall/1108814836?ean=2940014039321&itm=1&usri=living+half+free"><span style="background: #FFFFE3; color: #b26a16; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">B&N</span></a><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">, and </span><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/131627"><span style="background: #FFFFE3; color: #b26a16; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Smashwords</span></a><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">. Find out more about Haley through her<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://haleywhitehall.com/"><span style="background: #FFFFE3; color: #b26a16; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">website</span></a><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">or connect with her on Twitter<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="https://twitter.com/?iid=am-86526363013296897399513680&nid=23+profile_user&uid=244368146&utm_content=profile#!/HaleyWhitehall"><span style="background: #FFFFE3; color: #b26a16; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">@HaleyWhitehall</span></a><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> </span></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">or<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002587875755"><span style="background: #FFFFE3; color: #b26a16; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Facebook</span></a><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffe3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">.</span><o:p></o:p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04304028869109164715noreply@blogger.com2