Rip to my Sharon
Our father that's in heaven
who bless a daughter and placed her in our presents to teacher her in the way that she should go so when she grows up she wouldn't for get the word that was told
I realize you are the potter and we are the clay, and what ever was said and said and done you have the last say.........
Remember the face remember the fun times we shared and tears that was shared on one another on one anthers shoulders. Now you specking what ever on your mind but I relized that was you, and that was quite find. You were keeping it real, talking about how you feel, peeling away so much you wanted to say but I didn't. And I realize now that time doesn't Waite for now body. You see allow me to hear it when I'm breathing because when my eyes are close for good you will realize so much you wanted to say but tears start to fall down from your eyes on your face and it will show that it's to late and time doesn't Waite for nobody allow me to smell my ROSE while I'm here for tomorrow no one knows it just might be to late.....rip to cuz Sharon Law.
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The Pretend Game
I.......can't........ play........this game....with u, called pretend, like were in grade school at the age of ten, and I'm thinking this situation here can drive a person to do something very surprising. Because of u playing with someone emotion, but you get off! ! ! and get a kick out of a person thats interest in you. When you no got *** well deep in your ******* heart! ! ! ! that the feelings is not mutual. you market the bull **** word(pretend) for your own selfish reason or just for the sake of not loosing him. But your action speak louder then words. And your playing the Game pretend is for the birds, and I have to fly away and get out of your face before i ketch a case. mentally it's making me sick, and giving me a head ache. When I think the thought of me allowing myself to fall and go thur such foolishness with U! ! ! because baby I deserve greater then this and U! So stay right in your land of pretend Alice and keep wondering or turn back into Dorothee and have fun in your land called oz, with the tin man and the munchkins. Because the act And your game has come to a end at lease with me pretend friend.
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You saw the stop light
My message for the morning is: YOU SAW THE STOP LIGHT But continued to proceed.
What happened! Ok............ I've guessed your having what I and others call it(a blonde Moment) or the D.C term yellow bus syndrome. Where your fully aware of whats going on, but fine your self mentally in a coma, lol physically present in your reality. Served at times (RAP) for those of you who mite not no the saying of the word RAP(real ass people) mixed with a sides of truth, and lies, take it or leave it instead of Observing all parts, you run and die-just what you want to hear and what you think thee others trying to say and its written in black, and white, but some allow the yellow bus syndrome to kick in, verses common sense. I call it (man down, other important information being flushed away again over) . Try your hardest to pay attention to everything, warring signs, and all, this world has all types of people who don't posses the same values as one might be a custom, learned not to be shocked about nothing, It can take you places: you saw the stop light and did not proceed. Your boi SIR Clarence of GREATER love is the key that opens hearts.
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Stop walking backwards
STOP WALKING BACKWARDS: life it's self can be a journey. (Can I get a Hell to the yeah) lol, but in the process, hold on I need for you to really open up your eyes, and get that wax out if your ears, so you can understand the words that's coming out of my mouth. And that is examples of sight, in your humble beginnings, in your middle was a learn behavior, regardless if it were in your home, or family homes, at school, your church, outside, you have seen a many of things, and been educated by life's best. What? you really want to no, come on and join me on a mental magic carpet ride but were hoping on and off ok don't get to comfortable. Now then I'm glade you asked even if you didn't I'm going to tell you. life had to offer was it's environment. Were you saw the good, the bad, and your addiction to ugly. And the words please don't tell it's our family secret. Wink wink lol And some of us are a mess today because of who said what, who did what, and I should stayed because big mamma survived and she look happy. What ever lol do what's best for you. dysfunction no more, and embrace functional! you feel me yes we can. Clarence of greatness
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Stronger
stronger
The pain my tears I'm facing my peers what they done and they said I was down but I'm not dead I was last but I'm first braking off that g curse. What was on my inside the drama had to die my eye is open and Clarence Is coping, the start of a new day, I'm going all the way, thru faith shall not fear, what ever mite a peer.
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XIt's real man but I'm living I'm stronger
Much stronger yes it's real man but I'm living I'm stronger much stronger
What I did is what I do it was god that brought me thur who change you no who I'm stepping in the new mad praises to the roof I'm not running for my life I'm not asking God why its a reason for everything a season for every thing only god is left to no the test is ment for growth my not going to sink shall be a float I'm thanking him for his amazing grace I'm alive and well right in this place yeah! ! ! and what the rode was not easy but god was with me
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it's real man but I'm living I'm stronger much stronger yes it's real man but I'm living much stronger much stronger
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Baby I'm Sorry
I Ask for your forgiveness a million times and more before your love for me is completely out of your heart and you take your final walk out the door.
I ask for your forgiveness please! ! ! ! ! ! my heart was not Listening, so thee immature side of me allowed it to enter one ear and go out thee other. I guess i got so use to my mother and my grand mother doing things like you.
Now Im the fool who needed a wake up call for real because I blame myself for not really making you a priority! ! ! ! ! ! and for not coming to your aide when needed. Baby I'm sorry! ! ! ! ! ! , I'm sorry and I'm guilty that I could hear your plea for help and i did not get up because this brother did not no how to help U.
And it's not an excuse but I hear you today and I hope it's not to late Now! ! ! ! ! but If I'm honest I got to relax with the fact that I just got use to you handling everything, everything! ! ! that I negated that fact that we suppose to be a team! ! ! ! !
and your my Boo boo lol and that your king took his Queen for granted! ! ! in every shape or form, and I stand here today to say Baby I'm SORRY! ! ! ! ! A million times more for making you feel as tho you were a team of ONE and your king has now become your son! ! ! ! ! baby I'm sorry.
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The lord is my shepard
The lord is my Shepard
The lord is my Shepard I shall not want, now when things in my life started to fall and claps that was put together it was cut with crakes and I, tried to stand up with my head up high but in the mist it was a mess and the only thing I can do is Sigh now if it's one thing I was hit with another, I was walking thur, being dedicated to trying to hold on allowing god to see me thur to a path that the natural eye couldn't see. Because some folks thought it was a sat up to break me but god was making in the present of my enemy's. I was hit hard and my bruise was on thee inside and that my hurt, and pain was form of tattoos
and I was carrying it from one place trying to enter this new view praying to god to remove this cup that was over flowing but still there was no answer but I was trusting and believing that god will see me thur because the lord is my Shepard, now as I walk thur a volley of shadows I was refusing to fear. Because just in the nick of time, God turn my situation around
And he wiped away every one of my tears he is my comforter he is a friend thats unfailing that's why I refuse to sit Down I'm opening up my mouth telling that GOD did it for me he is the same God who can do it for you, the lord is my Shepard no other GOD will do.
Sir Clarence of greater 6-13/01
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A black phenomenal man
A Black phenomenal man
In the beginning God made him very special, then he blow into his body life and there he stood and, came forth. His heart beat was like the sounds of an Africa drum when played. He was made to be strong in mind, soul, and body. From birth he was gifted talents for all eyes and ears to bare witness that something great was made. He became the apple of Gods eye, God gave him dominion in his hand, That's Gods plan for him to carry out a promise that was planted before he step out his mothers womb a vision that will change the nations course of history. Phenomenal he is, black bold, and beautiful, on thee inside, intelligent, far beyond his time of his days as slave. Now that's why the slave master could not truly brake his spirt. Their may have been blood shed of words of heart that landed on the grounds to touch the graves of the formal slaves that paved the way, with An awaking of change is to take place. They tried to stop him by killing him, and trying to destroy the dream, the vision, the gift that was placed in him. He is a Black phenomenal Great man made to take over! to rule in places that great minds before him can't even imagine that day would ever come. Possible is now a possibility, Phenomenally, phenomenal, Black man Thats me. Sir Clarence of greater
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In Love With Someone Else Man
It's thee craziest thought that comes to mind, when I take the time to think about that glass of wine when I'm alone...with him. And he's sneaking behind and lying to you, while he's making love to me to. He's married And! I really can't believe he was hiding that secret from me, that ring, with words saying I do! I thought it was a dream that I could not wake up from. But I didn't give a flying ****because when he's next to me the ring I didn't really care to see, when he and I are between one another sheets. He's married! ! ! ! ! ! Wow I just can't let that go, well i guess ill go with the flow for now. But it shows little here and there who I'm kidding every where in my entire body, mentally, physically theres a disconnect and he's telling me that he's not ****** her when i saw him with my own eyes kissing her neck but tells me he's connected to me, and clearly he's ***** HER under his covers and sheets.
I mat him first, but he proposed to her, and yes that hurts. There's not a day that goes by that I really want to cry, but cant shake off this feeling for this guy, whom I fallen so deeply for when I tried to cut him back he calls me and more. I just want to throw the phone on the floor but I answered it any way with tears falling from my eyes down on my face, I no its a wast of my dam time to listen when he brings up our first time that we were kissing, and that did it! ! ! ! I allowed him to sleep with me in my bed between each others sheets for days, and weeks, and years! ! ! ! But at night I have to fight the feeling that this guy is between the sheets with his wife whom he said I DO to.....In love with someone else's man. Whose really GAY
Sir Clarence of greater.
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Clean Dishes Inside A Dirty Sink
How can you give us away my blue ski turn into grey leaving out of grandma's house nothing was said no movement not even a mouse. And then thee abuse started.
The children there faces, moving into new places, the smile on there faces, the touch brought sad faces! His skin his hand his penis did stand, our mouth he open he inserted it floated, nasty the taste, he replied for goodness sake! the night was his day that we became the prey, the kids tried to fight, but he cut off the lights, his eyes, his vision the target the children the hall the kitchen, a Wilde animal became hidden and loose! the rooster the goose, the duck the snake had escaped! the run the chase naked all day, the snake was up he tore the kids clothes off, the bed he played his snake did lay on us until it got sick and spit! he put back in the cave it went. Until the next day
How can you give us away my blue ski turn into grey leaving out of grandma's house nothing was said no movement not even a mouse. And then thee abuse started.
Tired and sleepy naked and chilly under the covers we lay, no one did say nothing! ! but we prayed that a decision be made that our mother would come and get us but she didn't! scared and weary up to see the visit form mommy at the place where tears became the case. Never did she ask what's wrong with her clean dishes that became place in a space were the water is dirty. My mother time became over were back in the car, the odder the smell of the lotion that was put on the snake that made him sick and spit.
The bathroom time was interrupted he made you feel decussated, the sight when you see him made you sick that you wanted to kill him! We were three brothers whose mom did us dis just. We played it off each and everyday for hoping of a change or a brighter day to take place but it didn't come but he did! ! ! ! ! !
who once was full of life became the victims when the lights was turned off by night. Can this be my reality or I'm dreaming. My tears have a voice, on my inside just die, where my tears resides and awaken when I had to face my reality each and everyday So confuse about whats in front of me, that the world that one was a custom to has now become a memory that's dead and left my mind I shake my head to the sound of someone closing the door, because of the show the molestation the performance that was headed to an all time encore that made my brothers and I sick. Because we were clean dishes inside the dirty sink.
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