Wednesday, January 26, 2011

He Didn't Remember...

He thought that it was only himself he would hurt, by sitting alone and constantly ignoring life around him. Than one day  He failed to notice the lock on the door, it was off. What did he forget, did he leave something out side? No, It came to him his child.

His child had run out side while he was  resting. Where had she gone? Did her brother follow her, and where was he? There was no telling how long he was asleep, he started to look frantically searching. What had he been thinking? Why had this happened...again?? What was going to happen now?

There he was tearing through the house finding his clothes, wondering what he had done...he  got a knock on the door it was them. He didn't see how they had  remembered where they lived , but they did. Some how they had  gotten some one to take them home...but what happens now?

He didn't know what he was supposed to do. This was the second time that  he remembered.Why had things gotten like this? What caused him to not care? Did he care? He didn't really remember... He had been stuck at home so long that it was starting to get to him. He was numb to things that he shouldn't have been..He thought things where so mundane that it didn't really matter. .But wasn't it supposed to. This was after all his flesh and blood, some where in him he loved them...

He just didn't remember..
He didn't remember the door lock...or did they climb up and  get it...? He wouldn't know...He was sleeping...
He was Neglecting the ones he loved the most, for what ? ?
He just didn't Remember....

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Pride

What is it that  moves some one before they fall on their face, and see they can't make it alone....
Pride...
What is it that hold them back from taking in the words of friends and family when they think they know better....
Pride...
What is it that causes them to never accept a hand when they fall down so low all they see is the sand??
Pride....
But what can they let go of to get all the things they lost back??
Pride...
When it is that we admit we can not  do it alone that is when we WIN- Because God can come and carry us in his ...
Pride we are strong -
In him alone can we  walk
Once we hit the lowest of the low...and we want to sink...
What other way is there...
As a dear friend told me....You can sit in the Dam hole...or you can get off your ass and climb Out....
I chose to reach out - I know my stubborn pride will hold me down and has before...
But it ain't about me...
It stooped being about me along time ago...Pride holds strong when you have worked to be proud and you have to learn all over again...there is different kind of pride...and ain't your own...That's a hard rock to break, but I've been trying to break it alone....and the funny thing is ....I  am never alone..:) No matter how many people turn from me  seems certain ones never turn, though I thought they held things against me, They learned something I am still learning , let it go...the past....
My stubborn Pride.....

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

What is Change

The wind chills me to the core, I can't see  my hand in front  of my face. The dust settles and I see in front of me a bright blue sky..this place they have condemned as a sand box, has one thing  that now where  else has...fresh blue sky once the dust settles... The hate that poor out here, runs just like the blood that has time and time covered the ground we walk on. We can't see what they fought for here. We can't hear the  liberty and the freedom they gave for the  few, now the few are marching against us. The are shedding the  true colors for what ever is suitable for the time... the ones we fought for  are taking more and more  for them selves..Forgetting the fact that those  ones they forget are the ones that bleed and die, so the richer can get richer of the flesh of the poor. What price is paid they care not, but once they  realize that the poor are the ones that fight their wars, who protect their liberty and freedom.
But they think that these things are free..free for them they have no price to pay.. they change their coat for what ever fits them, even if its a red coat...and they trade their colors for money...What are they all changing for...What are we all dieing for...Freedom Liberty ...of a Nation Under God.. We took God out...we threw him out of everything... now he looks on us and those that change their colors, One day he says we will only wear  one color, either his or hells...wounder what price they will pay than??
When its over ther will be no Chance to change- I pray they pick the right colors. God Bless our Country, our fighting  heros and our loves at home...Protect them all Even those who can not pick the colors...they serve.....Lord I chose to serve you, Lord, my father, Amen

Her Tears -Abuse

Her tears poor down her face as she sees her father yell, her mother shakes in fear. She has seen them fight so much that she is scared that  her mother will leave her. How fearful she is of her father, is this how she is to grow up? She thinks and she hopes in the corner where they can not see her.What if it wasn't like this? Is this all her fault? What if she wasn't there to cause problems between them? Seems all they do is fight now.  She will remember this moment for ever..though she prays to forget.And one day there may be a chance that she will carry this on to her family, because this is what she knows, and thinks is normal. She will think this is how a man is to be to a woman, because her mother  never stopped it, or couldn't. She will subconsciously go about and find the same path her mother found. It's a Cycle..
This is how most  children grow up, crouched in the corner hearing their mother and father fight and sometimes it turns worse. They will never for get this time in their lives. They may even go on the same path later in life. We can make it better for them, if we let others know how to  break the cycle.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Books

THis is a story about people taking what dosen't belong to them and takes from those who worked hard to bring things to life and never again some times can bring such things to life again...things are free but at what really price??
“Free” Books Aren’t Free
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Monday, January 10, 2011

New Day

This is a new day, one where there are many changes and might be  grand changes..what is to come only God can tell and how I wish some times he would tell...but what would the fun be in knowing what is to come...and whats to say it wouldn't change the out come...or would it...maybe that's what he is an all knowing and powerful God because hes smart enough not to let on to us what is to come...Cuz even when he warns us we still find a way to mess it up...see future for the  truth in this statement..
c 2011