Pray for THEM.

As we lay in bed praying for peace of mind some lay across dead bodies simply praying for peace pleading with enemies to spare the life of their children they point the gun to themselves, " Neem my!!" they scream 'take me!' and as they cry in agony they feel the bodies of their children collapse in their arms, heads blown off, eyes fallen to their cheeks and bones disfigured and barely assembled to their body -- They live in hell on earth, no starvation or unemployment amounts to this hell, this darkness is far to black to ever see light, gorilla warfare assassins hidden behind homes at night and every sound wakes them, every footstep is a gut wrenching noise they are restless while we toss and turn because we are thinking of how we will pay our bills tomorrow they wish tomorrow never comes ... Tonight pray for them. Pray for them tonight.

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"My conversation with (G)od" ... this is a poem by Me.

They say a drunk man says what a sober man thinks... Well I'm somewhere in-between, stomach aching from last nights tequila & lime looking through my drunk text messages, 1am, where u at ? ... 3:15, come get me! ... 5am pleading with him to F me one last time, last time was my last time I tell myself but I'm lying again, pissed off because I'm tired of being only a friend, I let this start but don't know how to make it end coz everytime he text back I'm smiling again... the devil isn't right but he makes a good friend--- see that's where my thoughts are at right now, hungover, barely sober but I can't tell if what I'm thinking is real just like when someone kisses me I can't tell how they feel...and I'm not even loving myself anymore, convinced I don't need love coz every man is a whore, I'm mad as hell that my mind could think such thoughts so I work hard as hell so my liquor can be brought and chase my pain with champagne, then get f'd up and scream "I'll never do this shit again!!!!" ... til I sober up enough to forget how sick I was and next week I'm celebrating at the bar just because... This cycle is becoming bigger than ME... I'm f'd up and I know it G

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Hello, I am an alcoholic... well according to law I am because I drink more than 3 times a week
I drink 3 cups a night before bed I drown my head in a pool of wine, it has healed me in my mind I use to spend nights crying now I spend nights so high my emotions become non existent, I don't feel anymore I float like air I am thin and silent nobody knows my consumption but me, I hide it in coffee mugs and rinse the scent of my liquor off in sinks before my family wakes up, bottles cloud the top of my closet in brown paper bags until it becomes too full I must dispose them all at once, enough to fill a trash bag I drink more than I weigh but that's OK... because I know your an alcoholic too... only difference is you come up with reasons like you had this and that event to go to, social drinker you're weak thinker at least I admit I drink alone spray my sheets with mens cologne and fondle myself until come hard enough to fall into a deep sleep and best part of it all is I know I won't dream... because when I'm sober all of my dreams are nightmares and since 5 I've had night scares that someone will break into our house I don't trust this world enough so I need this shot of tequila so when the break in occurs I have liquid courage to go with my slurred words and I'll body the intruder DISRUPT THE PEACE LIKE LUDA and all you'll hear in the news is "young woman shoots burglar, alcohol could have been involved." Alcohol is always the reason to them but I swear if I had the guts I'd do the same things sober as I would drunk , with the exception that I wouldn't read this too you because sober it would be far too awkward to introduce myself as an alcoholic... it would be embarrassing but being that I am drunk now and picturing you all naked I feel comfortable saying that you may call me an alcoholic for the rest of the night, just please don't record this and put it on youtube, don't stalk me and approach me at 8 am bringing the content of this poem up, my morning cocktail begins at 10. Thank you again. *Takes Bow*

Eager she has no patience to wait for she sees clear in the distance her prey
You timid and unsure of her approach proceed with caution unknowing of her power
Wondering if she’ll devour you or shower you with love and protection
She is barren and it’s obvious
More strength than all of us combined her walk gives life to nature & her smile creeps through the continuous shade others give her
Try and forgive her for her forwardness for she has animal like instincts
She thinks quick and clever her moves are systematic she is a recovering addict
But Lust only feeds her enough to survive, love makes her full
Her body is covered with invisible battle wounds …
She is a warrior of romance.

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Thank you MOB WIVES for this song!!! LOL

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Broke.

There is something completely intriguing about depression, it is the realization that things aren't perfect, and without that there would be no window to vent, for me I would have never wrote a poem, or sang a song... never picked up a paint brush. Thank you broken heart, to you I owe all creativity.