It's a curious thing: friends that aren't friendly and strangers that aren't strange. Perhaps they're in disguise as each other?
Conviction
Put faith in men guided by forces greater than they...
...and not into those lesser forces.
For if the latter, they will tear down that which is greater...
...to build themselves up into idols and all-knowing.
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Void
I know you wonder, but you've found your love
At your windows, stones are thrown
By moonlight, a handsome face is shown
Lay with me, see my bed is cold
Long ago...where you awoke:
every morn', you danced in sun
Your smile gazed, at my gleaming eyes
You went away, and I stayed behind
Not you, as you may
a growing void, if you stayed...
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Small
Feel the small things that come, he said.
FEAR THE SMALL THINGS THAT COME, he said!
They that equal that given without thought to self.
Small is the gift for those that do not forgive or forget.
Small is the void for those that do in earnest.
Forgetfulness is the blessing given to those truly forgiving.
Torturous memory is the curse to those who are not giving.
Sweep the cob web, open the windows, and let the fresh air clear out that which is unused,
wasters of space and time, or thoughts of no contribution to man or god or God!
Is not the man with cluttered life and mind not woefully odd?
Why have memories that serve no good?
Only those that are good will serve purposeful mood.
Unforgiven memories only aid committer of waste & soot.
And, only once accomplished can a man be remembered for whence he stood!
Be not lazy, passive, or judgmental or presumptive;
rather lay in fire, passion, and questions and in all be active.
Work hard as to merit hard rest!
What merit is rest without work?
What is work without play?
How small is a life empty of passion and conviction?
How full when there's no thought to self, but abundance of things given?
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Action
Fester thoughts of 'morrow's regret & sorrow
Of 'day's of sleep - wake: a call to action
and doubt destiny's sanction
Choice is man's canvas
Make your dreams come true, they say
Shake up your destined road, see the possibilities that lay
Of 'day's of sleep - wake: a call to action
and doubt destiny's sanction
Choice is man's canvas
Make your dreams come true, they say
Shake up your destined road, see the possibilities that lay
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Forgiveness
"Forgiveness allows you to heal virtually any psychological, emotional, spiritual, and sometimes even physical, wound that you imagine has been inflicted upon you. Forgiveness is a great healer. You can literally forgive your way to health. You can forgive your way to happiness." ~ Neale Donald Walsch
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Baby
Mommy and daddy pray and hope,
happy to tell of their little girl.
Of her first day in kindergarten,
then quickly of her teen years and first crush;
eyes gleaming at the thought.
Joy thinking of her first dance;
to the prom with Lance.
He's lucky to have such pretty lass.
Such a gentleman, or so they thought,
as they picked up their baby from another stop.
I cried - ashamed of what I did;
"Thought he'd love me, it's what he said".
"My parents' baby I am no more..."
"I should have died, not the baby I adore".
God forgive me, he forced my hand...
Threats to tell my mom and dad.
May He give me the will live,
perhaps someday I will deserve the love I give.
Until then, I'll barely get by,
seeing my baby in every child's eyes.
happy to tell of their little girl.
Of her first day in kindergarten,
then quickly of her teen years and first crush;
eyes gleaming at the thought.
Joy thinking of her first dance;
to the prom with Lance.
He's lucky to have such pretty lass.
Such a gentleman, or so they thought,
as they picked up their baby from another stop.
I cried - ashamed of what I did;
"Thought he'd love me, it's what he said".
"My parents' baby I am no more..."
"I should have died, not the baby I adore".
God forgive me, he forced my hand...
Threats to tell my mom and dad.
May He give me the will live,
perhaps someday I will deserve the love I give.
Until then, I'll barely get by,
seeing my baby in every child's eyes.
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Dealing
Maturity is dealing, not eliminating, those people and things that are negative or conflicting in life
when, if by doing so, you would eliminate, and not deal with, those people and things that are positive and cohesive in life.
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