tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91748598439727218152024-03-05T01:54:53.623-08:00Songs of a Lady Samsonite...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611980271460239911noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-76267357949868578622018-12-05T10:13:00.000-08:002018-12-05T11:26:49.052-08:00Dream In Colour<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Upon which I could spread my child-like wings.</b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>Between all of this bliss and my Fifth Dimension.</b></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06933095060297512705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-39639378184283439132018-01-10T23:30:00.000-08:002018-01-10T23:30:27.084-08:00Black Thoughts<div class="MsoNormal">
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Faint associations with guilt, pride & lust <br />
A life of complications, a quest to find my soul <br />
I took a journey through creation, in the hopes of being whole <br />Black thoughts they infiltrate me, white garments though I wear </i></b></span></span></div>
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By day embracing darkness, dark faces they may stare <br />
These dreams no longer scare me, my skin no longer bleeds <br />
I hunger for eternity, this life is but a seed <br />
I'm in search of deeper meaning, in search of where to start, <br />
Verbally emancipated through poetry and art <br />
A covenant with destiny, a contract for my soul <br />
This journey through creation will surely make me whole <br />
Creativity's just flowing, I know not what I say <br />
Though evolution of my spirit shall bring me brighter days <br />
I may be in my caged state but one day I will fly <br />
Spreading my wings in proud possession of the sky<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06933095060297512705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-32900665453126851272015-12-30T05:08:00.001-08:002015-12-30T05:08:43.404-08:00My Curls.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My curls are everything you wish you knew about me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">But it won't reveal my inner mystery</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My hair means young, it means wild, it means free</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My African nature sometimes precedes me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">People try to tell me who I am and they whisper, "I bet she..."</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My curls are everything you wish you knew about me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My curls exude confidence, beauty, and sex appeal;</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">They keep secrets, create dreams, and remind me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My hair does define me. But not as you define it, as I do.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">I am everything I believe my hair means</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My curls are everything you wish you knew about me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>It's still hard to express the vastness of the gap she left</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>It's still hard to digest the harsh reality of life's theft</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>My strength slowly going after 13 years of</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Running...</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Switching gears</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>If I could fight my fears</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Well, all I could throw is a fist full of tears</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>It's just been long since she left</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>They say tears cleanse the soul...whether sad... :( or happy... :)</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>Overwhelmed with a sweet love that rained so heavily</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>All I could do was stagger wearily to my feet</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>A long-lost smile on my face basking in the peace that surrounded me</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>And the world still hurts me</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>The sun always shines (",)</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>And all these days will be nothing but stories to tell her when I get there</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>She is still so sorely missed</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><b>These bruises slowly fade but the memories remain</b></i></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06933095060297512705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-40681747028526757692014-12-31T13:15:00.000-08:002014-12-31T13:16:50.006-08:00Heaven On Earth.<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Seasons greetings! :)</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">My apologies for a very long absence. After much trial and tribulation, I have decided that I am going to release one of my former glory poems in my large volt of #throwback poems, for each chapter in Songs of a Lady Samsonite. </span><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">I clearly had a lot to express back then, and with history repeating itself in certain aspects of my soundtrack, it's only fitting that I delve deep and bring out something that still feels relevant to me.</span></span></b><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>I wrote this particular one a very long time ago, in juniour high school to be more frank, so excuse some of the rough edges and the cheesiness. :) </b></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611980271460239911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-88385727411921544092014-08-18T16:43:00.000-07:002014-08-18T16:43:00.095-07:00Withdrawal Symptoms...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">It doesn't seem fair, but</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">Most of the time you don't</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">From the person you want it from.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">You can keep fighting for it - </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">Or you can surrender.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">It doesn't mean you love them less.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">You just choose to love them from afar.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">So that you can clear your heart</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">To see that the love you want</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #990000; font-size: large;">Is in you.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #660000; font-size: x-small;">Shuga.</span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611980271460239911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-83586752216596216222014-03-08T13:19:00.001-08:002014-03-08T13:19:54.291-08:00I AM...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I am sophisticated and passionate</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I wonder where to start</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I hear the abstract symphonies of my heart</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I see the pictures, paintings and scars</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I want freedom from the past</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I am sophisticated and passionate</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I pretend I am content</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I feel dissociated yet at peace</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I touch the royal velvet robes of my Priesthood</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I worry about mediocrity</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I cry about regret</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I am sophisticated and passionate</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I understand I am a child of God</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I say He is always with me</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I dream of my life in colour and metaphors</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I try to open up, to trust, and to rise above</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">In spite of the never lasting</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><b style="background-color: #ead1dc;">I am hard wired to love</b></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611980271460239911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-64140449636016216512013-08-10T18:56:00.000-07:002013-08-10T18:56:14.871-07:00Where Do Babies Come From? (Ask God, He Knows.)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"When I was a kid, my mother told me that I was
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The opening dialogue is taken from the movie "My Sister's Keeper" where a little girl (the main actress) explains how she was born with a particular purpose, genetically engineered <i>in vitro,</i> in a test tube or a petri dish, and that the idea of her very existence was to save her older sister who suffered from leukemia. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Although there are many reasons and explanations in the world as to how we came to be on this earth, how we came into existence, the biological explanation being the most blatantly obvious, (LOL! :-p) I can't help but wonder about the pre-existence... where did we all come from before we came to be? Before we were delicately, intricately and secretly knitted together in the womb...?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where did our souls come from?</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And where did they "hang out" before our bodies were created?</span><br />
<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know this must be a truly weird question, but being the unorthodox thinker that I am, I just can't help but wonder. Since we all started out as babies, I will therefore pose the age-old question: "Where do babies come from?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You see, sometimes when I'm lucky I ask myself certain things, and then I so happen to come across some thing(s) that help explain whatever it is that I need explained to me. Call it my intuition or whatever, but it's almost always on point! Thus, whilst busy on social media (Twitter, Facebook, Google+, Instagram, etc) I came across a link to an article based on a book by a lady named Crystal McVea. It came under the heading "7 Things You Didn't Know About Heaven," and I thought wow, how strange....who's ever been to Heaven? But nonetheless, I was interested, so I read up on it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Basically the author is a lady who had a near-death experience and documented her thoughts, feelings, and other senses. Allow me to just quote one paragraph that she writes. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the summarized seven points went as follows:</span></span><br />
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<b style="line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">You don’t go to Heaven, you <i style="margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">return</i> to Heaven.</span></b><span style="line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;"> “In Heaven, I wasn't so much meeting God as I was <i style="margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">recognizing</i> Him. And in the same way, Heaven did not feel like a new and strange place to me, it felt like <i style="margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">home</i>. And that is one of the most beautiful truths about Heaven—that when you get there it is familiar to you. It is like you are remembering it instead of experiencing it for the first time. In every possible way, Heaven feels like home.” - Crystal McVea "Waking Up In Heaven."</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Matthew 18:10 says </span><span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">“</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in Heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in Heaven."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Philippians 3:20-21 says "</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">But our citizenship is in Heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like His glorious body, by the power that enables Him even to subject all things to Himself."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">So I mean, surely if there are hints that God somehow knew us before we even came to be, (Psalm 139) if we, even as babies are citizens of Heaven, then we must have spent time with Him before we were sent to Earth....maybe? </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maybe somewhere in space, distance and time, before we were given our body forms, whilst we were still star dust, before the flesh and the bones and the skin, prior to the breath of life that was breathed into our lungs, we spent "eternity" just chilling out with our Creator. B-)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is a plausible explanation for the existence and the origin of our spiritual beings. The fact that we all have the capacity to connect with one another - another human being on an emotional level, and to connect with God (or a higher power) on a spiritual level. There is that little piece of evidence, the Godly "DNA" which we all carry, pointing out the fact that we all originate from His realm. - </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">why deny it?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">If only our memories served us <i>really</i> well and we could remember the nine months spent in a transition state, hidden from the world, and most probably in constant communication with Him. How cool would that be? Only God knows why He has shielded us from it, why He has put a veil between the two worlds, and only He knows what's best, so I'm not going to test and challenge Him on this one, hahaha! But yeah, how cool would that be? :) If we came into this world all-knowing and in no need of physical, emotional, spiritual and mental preparation for our lives on Earth. How strange. I guess life's trials and tribulations come in many forms and they are required for us to grow, and this growth is required for our strength, which is in turn required for us to overcome the principalities that be. But understanding all of that would be a whole other topic study on its own!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I'm saying is, there must be more to life than simply life and death, and more to the aspect of life after death, for I do believe there is life before "life" itself, if that makes any sense. And only God knows who we were before we were who we are today, which is why He is the answer to ourselves. The alpha and omega. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Author and finisher of our faith.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So where do babies come from? Don't know! All we can do is live our lives seeking His kingdom and drawing ourselves "closer to home" per say, and getting ready for our return, where He will wipe our tears and say "Well done." </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14611980271460239911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174859843972721815.post-13242740970856476462013-03-02T15:19:00.002-08:002013-03-02T15:30:01.675-08:00Samsonite Dreams.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEich1Ly7arMznanXeNkxMutDGkOcwzF9DFK8z17hOcIruf0pKKpw-QYpmBCgs7vK9dDgqJf6cOPa25QmO-wiczW3wBGa6Noe9TaLwPm49f9Dijowg6RLHU9Ku4xg5yIOXcZ8JRvpEb-tzsF/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEich1Ly7arMznanXeNkxMutDGkOcwzF9DFK8z17hOcIruf0pKKpw-QYpmBCgs7vK9dDgqJf6cOPa25QmO-wiczW3wBGa6Noe9TaLwPm49f9Dijowg6RLHU9Ku4xg5yIOXcZ8JRvpEb-tzsF/s1600/images.jpg" /></a><span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">~~~ I run from something scary. And by scary I mean something that frightens me, something that I can't handle. And right now I can't handle a relationship. So I run...</span></span><br />
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I run fast and I run far and I run hard. And while I run, something might make me lose focus for a split second - and not watching where I'm going, I may bump into another. C<i>rap!</i> </span><br />
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So I take off and I run again, in a different direction than before. And now I have <i>two</i> guys running after me. ~~~</span><br />
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It sounds like just another bad dream. I know. But the truth is, this is a perfect metaphor for a constant situation. Something that has been wired into my subconscious as a result of more-than-a-couple bad experiences in the past. A defence mechanism for a tortured soul trying its best to protect itself, and the heart, from hurting the same way it has been hurt before... or worse. It is a reflex action. It is all I know. "When things get scary...run!" </span><br />
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It is a deformity - and I understand that now. But somehow I can't seem to shake the old habit. I run from a "good thing", afraid that when the clock strikes 12 and midnight comes, the golden chariot will turn into a great big pumpkin, the white horses will turn into mice, the beautiful Vera Wang gown I've been wearing will turn into rags, and Prince Charming will simply disintegrate into thin air... or turn into a wolf!</span><br />
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I realize that I can't keep running forever and sooner or later I will have to face my fears. But when will that be? Which brings me to another issue...</span><br />
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There is a reason why we women "settle" at times. </span><br />
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We grow weary from all the running. We run for months on end, sometimes years, and we begin to realize that we probably might end up running forever. We begin to realize that it's a lot easier to just slow down, start walking, or maybe even stop altogether and surrender - hand yourself in to one that holds you captive and hope for the best...</span><br />
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But surely this is not a good thing. Yet, many times it seems like a viable option. Many times we hear our grandmothers and our mothers and our aunts and our sisters remind us, in the present, but adorning the essence of their future selves, that a biological clock is ticking and if we continue to run, one day we'll find that all the good men are gone and that all along we've been running for nothing.</span><br />
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So let me put a positive spin to all this... have you ever heard of the term <i>"jogging for Jesus"</i>? In our everyday lives, we need to realize that there is nothing wrong with running, as long as we take our transgressions, and our worries, and our failures, and our fears, pack them up in a brand new Samsonite called "prayer" and take a journey. Make sure to check in <u>all</u> your luggage <u>before</u> you proceed and allow Him to run alongside you. Psalm 55:22 tells us to do exactly that. And for some of you who are like me and have been running all along, Matthew 11:28-30 takes care of that. It says: "<span style="line-height: 15.994318008422852px;">Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."</span><span style="line-height: 16px;"> </span></span><br />
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Beautiful isn't it? Just to know that there is someone to run to. Someone willing to help you get over yourself and all the walls you've built around yourself, ironically trying to find freedom. Someone who is waiting in the dark woods, with arms wide open, shining His light of love and warmth and waiting for you to simply collide in Him. </span><br />
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And the best part of all is this - He is more than willing to guide you, if you let Him. He will run with you. Show you where to go. Teach you. Shield you. Expose you to that which is good for you. Take you "shopping" so you can see and appreciate the qualities in the one who is tailor-made to be with you. </span><br />
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He has placed the lost glass slipper in the hands of the one already. Whether he knows this yet or not. And whether he has come to Him yet or not. For He has seen this day before it came to pass. He wrote and holds the storybook bearing the adventures that come ahead. All you have to do is run to Him. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you qualify to fertilize my unproduced seeds?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you fulfill, as I can, all of our needs?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you put me in my place if you see I am slippin?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you talk to me, wholeheartedly, not constantly trippin?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you qualify to be called all mine?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you leave the other women and temptations behind?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you come to me with your problems and not wait until it's too late?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you qualify to be the honest ebony man I would want you to be?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Would you be able to look me in my eyes and admit your feelings to me?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Could you take me in your arms and make love to me all night long?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you be sensitive and still be strong?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you qualify to be my friend as well as my lover? Can you put our love before any other?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you cherish me as if I were Diamonds & Gold? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you make me feel like I'm the last woman you'll ever hold?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you qualify?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you qualify to be called a good man?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I have doubts can you reassure me and understand?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can your love intoxicate me as if I were High?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To be in my life, I need to know,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">DO YOU QUALIFY?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Brother's Response:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You ask, do I qualify.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can I fulfill your needs and become the man you need me to be?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My sister, are you prepared for what you've asked for?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you handle the responsibility?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you accept that, by GOD, I am the chosen one, the authority, the comforter, and the head?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will you submit and willingly follow my path?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or will you fight with me instead?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I am your King, will you treat me as such?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will I get the best of your beauty and poise?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or will I be subjected to an appearance neglected, and checked with some serious noise?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I talk, will you listen?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I mean wholeheartedly and feel me?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or will you rush me just to make your point too?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can I be the man at all times? Even when it hurts? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or is it just when it's convenient for you?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you love me for me, and not who you wish I could be?</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFKLpELvwHYLTlCk0DHuZJZWVABsW4gyRReeyZfFz3lHVohGBzU6qvstZzCnsGBGCFePtKT9biFsKeAdlUBSdWeWSUtscNgD8QPoFom8joLp1O08rdFYNpQkd5PJR_4Gw4ZgAviwG4nFF/s1600/rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFKLpELvwHYLTlCk0DHuZJZWVABsW4gyRReeyZfFz3lHVohGBzU6qvstZzCnsGBGCFePtKT9biFsKeAdlUBSdWeWSUtscNgD8QPoFom8joLp1O08rdFYNpQkd5PJR_4Gw4ZgAviwG4nFF/s320/rose.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will you see the strong Black Man within?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or will you always remind me of all the past brothers behind me and make me pay for their sins?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If I don't send you flowers the day your co-worker received some, will you know that I love you still?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or will my good name be uttered along with those doggish brothers?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will you question if my commitment is real?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Will you be patient and teach me to understand you, and allow my knowledge of your needs to grow?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or will you shut me out when I ask, Baby what's wrong?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or will you respond with, "Well a REAL man would know!"</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we first met, what was it that caught your eye? Was it my mind, my heart, my personality? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or was it my suit, or my job, or do you love what I drive, instead of what's driving me?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes I can, and I will, make love to you from midnight to the dawning of the sun.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But, if I tell you I'm tired, will you trust I'm sincere or believe that there must be another one?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My sister, I love you and my heart can be yours.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No woman could lead me astray.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But like you, I have needs, so I beg of you, please, in this love thang meet me half way.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In life's tough times I'll hold you, in the rough times I'll mold you; your simplest wish will be my command.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My life is yours if need be.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes you can fully bleed me, and when hell comes, in your place, I'll stand.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A good relationship is a powerful institution that must be built on a foundation of two.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So to answer your question,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">YES sister, I do qualify.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, more importantly... Do you?</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- Author Unknown.</span><br />
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