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Poetry |
FORGIVE ME FATHER
Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Forgive me Father for I'll sin again. Forgive me for what might have been. Forgive me if I live again. Forgive me if I've hurt a friend. For give me Father for I have lived.
THE STROKE
The stroke took away my ability to spell but not my capacity to care. It tool my memory and made it short but it brought me closer to GOD- so it really didn't hurt. It took so much away yet somehow gave me back my life. I live it slightly handicapped yet carrying minimum strife. I lost a lot and got a lot but somehow in my heart it gave me just as much as it took so I'm no longer falling apart.
THE PROBLEM
The problem isn't opening the door but getting it shut again. How to close it and how to get out, once you've opened it, what you've let in…
Enlightenment
Various shades of sadness float across my mind Leaving me feeling handicapped, fearful, lost and blind. Waiting for the raveling to slowly, with time, unwind. Waiting for the awareness as it peacefully opens my mind, Leaving all that morbid ignorance far and away and behind.
MY TRIBUTE TO TAMMY FAYE
A lot of people tried to tear you down And now you are gone, no longer around. You always wore a smile very rarely a frown. The tears you shed people claimed were fake, But for the disenfranchised outcast your heart truly ached. The hair and make up were your style of armor, Just a frail little girl, Worn so no one would harm her. To the ignorant righteous you became a joke. They may have scared your heart but your soul never choked. I'm proud of you, Tammy Faye and I know you are soaring, Onto the next chapter, you’re never dead, keep exploring.
COLORS BLEED
I like it when the colors all fade into one. I like it when they are faded out by the blazing of the sun. Bleeding out the purple, the yellow, red and gold and green. So slowly no one notices so as not to cause a scene. |
Steven Cantrell |
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