C2CDCvoice

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Happy New Year 2016

Starting a New year is out of our control. When starting a New year there are steps to behold. Changing rearranging breaking down and putting back together again a New you this is where you can begin.

The New year brings mixed feelings and an unresolved issues in the past. A New year we all look forward to begin with resolutions of how to begin again. Why ? might I add do we go through such a task only to be stuck and half way back in the past. Picking up where we left off. Trying to decide which things to toss or put to the side.

Stuck in a sea of tears and confusion. Stuck in reality or sometimes illusion. Maybe a dream or dejavous With the question of what?, When? , Where Or Who? Do you really want An answer or do you want to pine about what you can’t change so just leave it behind.

365 days to leave behind the past and 364 days to think positive and say your last goodbye don’t drag on to make it last. If you can try something new start slow and not too fast A new challenge may be a blast. Bringing on the New you With a clearer since of purpose . Moving on not moving fast. Digesting and dissecting all that is passé’ ; moving, pushing shoving towards a better day.

Happy New Year / Happy New You!!!

Kasey

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Leaving Home

I'm just not sure how I feel but what I am not is numb. Full of deep concern and fear of the unknown as I see you travel so far away from home. Please don't lose your direction, please stay on the path as I don't want to see you roam. know that the door is open that it will never close. My feelings are sadness, love and happiness that my once little duckling Is really leaving and leaving the nest. I know you have to grow and go but still I feel I'll love you best. There is just no understanding that there will be an empty nest. Sadness that the time has come for you to move along. Sadness as your need for me feels like playing a good bye, good luck or I'm gonna miss you song. Sadness I can't accept that you!ll be gone. Love because you are a part of me to which I wish no harm. love because that's what you do when you are a mom. Love and deep concern for all that this life can do. Love because I need you to understand that this is what you need for yourself if you are to stand a chance in this thing called life. Love yourself a lot and don't settle for second best. Always remember mother because her love is the best. Happy that you are ready to be the independent you. Happy that you can express the grown up side of you that apron string and childlike things are what you just out grew. They are a thing of the past . Happy that a mothers love will never be the past. Happy that you will make a life for yourself and do your best. While knowing that I'm happy for you doesn't mean that I'm at rest. #feelingabandoned.

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This is the day

This is the day that You take a chance to believe in yourself and all that Is in you. A chance to regroup and not take it in stride . Digesting his word and choosing to abide. This is the day to just take a stand . Freeing your spirit and your mind. Not run for cover or try to hide. This is the day to know that you can. It only requires you to comply. A day to be thankful and not to complain. A day to feel love to shake off the hurt and toss out all the pain. This is the day to put it on blast that the ugly and hate can no longer last It too will be loosened pushed out and become a thing of the past. This is the day that you sing a hallelujah song . You look to the lord and thank him for his plan. Walking in it day by day, watching steps and what You say. For word once spoken never die they just get bigger and continue to thrive. This is the day I say again that you have to shut it down. For heavy in burden refuse to be. No sadness deep with in. For when you blow it all away you send it to the wind. For as it leaves there comes the peace for which you often prayed. A big dose of self worth , dignity and self respect. This is the day your faith takes a leap your spirit makes you tall. This the day my friend that you have given it all.

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Sudden Death

When you close your eyes and feel that you might not wake up you face sudden death When you are running,or falling in your sleep and can't stop and don't know what the end is going to be you face sudden death. Every time you walk out your door, get in your car or find yourself in a crowd you face sudden death. There are so many incidence of sudden death that you can't pin point them all. Just be careful as you walk and pray that you don't fall into sudden death. Think on the things from above and reconcile that no man knows the day or the hour. That sudden death is everyday you live for death had no specific date or time or hour. It doesn't make a grand entrance nor make an announcement or come by invitation. It just comes taking with it the body The soul and spirit.

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For there are those that will never understand the name of Marion Barry a truly great man.

That will not know or try to understand. That he came with a purpose and laid a great plan. He touched the lives of many and left some great first too.

Marion Barry a name for the people who loved him and...

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The name

For there are those that will never understand the name of Marion Barry a truly great man. That will not know or try to understand. That he came with a purpose and laid a great plan. He touched the lives of many and left some great first too. Marion Barry a name for the people who loved him and appreciated him for what he could do. He may have made many a mistake. But surely it was no Watergate. He may have lied but he never spied . He may have got busted but was never broke down and disgusted. Even if he did any cheating. It was he who he hurt and took the beaten. For the things that he felt he could not control . The hole the corners the little cracks. He may have fallen in yet with a vengeance he bounced back. He may be no Thurgood Marshall, no Maya Angelou, nor Nelson Mandela but like to them he too was a great fella. Marion you will be missed not by the haters but the people who's lives have been given a lift. The youth and the seniors and the politics Rest on Mr. Barry for now you are at peace away from the wolves,the haters, the cowards and the cheats. Your name will live on in the history books good or bad no one can change your truth ; no one can change your past. You leave your legacy and it's all in your NAME. c2csayzme rd148songs4life c2ndy2c1d floodt13 rubyluster c2cdctnt

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Phony as a $3.00 bill

We go through life trying to be upstanding ad never too demanding. We perpetrate a fraud pretending to be happy,self assured. Having it all together. When we are hopeless as a penny with a hole in it and as phony as a three dollar bill and likened to the fools gold. We are the epitome of the fake or knock offs that society forces us to be. No one knows the real you not even the me in me Fake to the bone not realizing how fabulous and wonderfully made we are. Made in the image and likeness of God given the ability to feel, to think to walk upright having two arms two legs the ability to do what no one else can. I have never seen an animal by its own will do the things we do to change ourselves. Waste not want not is what some will say. I say do what you have to but don't let it consume you such that you Lose your way. Always strive to be yourself the original that you are. Let your truth be your light and let it oooooh! So shine. That when God's eyes gaze upon you he can say that's mine. Be your truth fake, phony or real. You can't take it all with you some things just remain behind. Like that phony $3.00 bill that I have yet to find.

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2014

As we come to the end of another year what will we take from it? Will we take the good things and leave the bad ? Will we bring the baggage or what we learned while handling the baggage? Will we try to decipher and decide which bag to take and do it by size? Without, Any thought we'll probably take it all the big,the little, the tall and the small. We'll then go through multiple choice decide which will be silent and which will have a voice. How about character and personality much of what we don't need to own. Why can't we just pack the junk away and leave the horrible alone? Twenty fourteen soon will be the past. It will go real quickly and out like a dash,with the good the bad and I told you so. 2014 A MEMORY

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Fall

The foliage is turning the leaves are hitting the ground the. air is crisper and the weather begin to abound The harvest is coming. Like the seasons that come so do the days of God cheer Holidays, Halloween ,Thanksgiving and Christmas too Are like the season which brings a different spirit in you The spirit of sharing and caring becomes anew People are watching and looking in wait praying for that miracle or something that's great. Oh! where Oh! where is your spirit and where is your faith. Is It still wavering like the leaves blowing in the wind. Is it Hot then cold or something in between. Fall a season that's opposite of spring. Like the fall of the season is the fall of your life. You don't have to fall just hold to Christ. Hold to God's unchanging hand he will keep you from falling so keep hold to his hand.

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On my mind

If I could say what’s on my mind. What would I really say. Would it be something pleasant and wonderfully and carefully phrased.

Would I just blurt out something just out of control. Would I be mean, condescending or just much too bold. Shouting and screaming illegible not making any sense Cursing and spitting like some permanent dye or spilled ink.

Covering my my mouth or biting my lip or mouth wide open in shock. Should I bury my head like an ostrich unable to bear the tongue lashing given out.

If I could say what’s on my mind. I’d want it to be pleasant,loving and kind Never reaching to strike a chord. Never looking to get one told Just filled with the peace and the goodness of God’s Love. For words once spoken never die. I can’t take them back even if I tried. So let me be thoughtful ,let me be nice let me always be considerate. Let me think twice. If I could say what’s on my mind.

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School's In

The buses are back the traffic is bad. The drivers are frustrated and altogether mad The hallways are bustling and dressed and not drab Dressed with pictures and poems and welcome backs and I'm glads. School is in session what more can I say Teacher take your places get ready and save the day. Fill students days with hours of learning Not leaving them idle and tossing and turning. The children now have something to do. So for a while the parents can wonder what shall I do? Suddenly free oh! No what in the world shall I do? I say get a job or consider going to school. Give your children the pride of a parent who treasures your contributions to life. Even if you are unemployed and a housewife. Don't lead them to think that you can do nothing. Encourage Them to break the chains of dependence and the cycle of poverty &inferiority. Educate them because school is in.

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Stop the Hate

Who are you to dismiss my ability to think My ability to feel and express my emotions Who are you to question the mere fact that I exist That I exist in a world of free to be me That I was born into the world just as you were. That merely the pigmentation in my skin says different That you do not determine my worth That you are just like me trying to make it in a world that has only fear and no real feelings. You bleed ,you cry,you laugh,you hurt , and then you die just as I. So tell me why do we live in a world where we cannot coexist . Let's stop in the name of LOVE A world determined to destroy rather than to elevate A world of filled with pure HATE. H- having A- attitude T- toward E- exceptional ....things,people tdjministries @c2cdc victoria43fitzgerald rd148songs4life c2csayzme

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Where were you?

Where were you when I awakened from a scary dream? Where were you when my day was like a nightmare ?;where were you when I wanted to scream, to cry to die. I couldn't feel you, hear you nor see you. However,I could hear and echo a small yet faint voice & my spirit and sense of peace say I AM HERE!!!!!! , I am here And I will catch you, I will pick you up, I will carry you, I will hold you, I will lead and guide you. That is were I was waiting for you to remember; I am your footprints and I go where ever you go.

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Maya Angelou

A woman of substance , A woman of passion, A woman of character A woman who had a story , told a story and lived her story. Thank you for you are my inspiration to use my voice Gone but not to be forgotten.

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Who am I

I am one of the chosen One who survived One who is breathing and still alive Filled with the hopes ,dreams and promise of God Filled with his goodness,his spirit and Love

Who am I but a child filled with desire Who is constantly wearing his armour While defending my mind, constantly in prayer I am the seasons,the weather, the day and the night I am the sunshine, I am the moonlight I am the stars that shine so bright I am yours I am one filled with your light.

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The Ghost Within

Somehow we are always searching Searching for something that we just can't put our finger on Nor rap our heads around. It's a gnawing little feeling that sometimes gets you down. We look for the beginning yet we find the end We search for the middle then find the end again We question our thoughts,our feelings and our actions Which still cannot be explained. We fight memories,we fight the hurt and the pain For we can see it oh ! so plain. Like a recording be it audio or video playing over and over again. The pain in the pit of your stomach that an antacid cannot tame. The beginning is always hard to recover because ; We can't always remember how it all began. Maybe it's because we really don't want to know how it all got started? Maybe it's just to painful to explain!Because we just don't want to begin again. We find ourselves looking, hoping, praying and asking ourselves what is it that we are looking for ? It is The Ghost within that keeps us afraid to move forward ; to let our emotions free to experience the recovery that we so need. The need to be free from the bondage that keeps us from trusting, and loving the who we are or the who we need to be. Give up little ghost just let me be. Flee my shadowed friend I just want to set free. So that I can move forward with minimal pain. Through the loss of a ghost and a sense of freedom gained.