Troubled Skies

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    Troubled Skies

    TROUBLED SKIES HAVE THE TENDENCY TO WIPE MY EYES AT TIME. THATS WHEN I REALIZE THE LIFE I LIVE AINT MINE. DRAMATIC CHANGES, TIME TO UNWIND. LET LOOSE THE NEGATIVE ENERGY. CAST AWAY THE HATERS BENEATH ME. YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE MAD YOURE NOT ME. CONFIDENT AND CURIOUS. IM DETERMAINED TO REACH THE SKIES. DILERIOUS, CRAZIER THAN A MUTHA FUCKA, IM SERIOUS. I RESIDE IN A WORLD MADE BY ME. THE ONLY JUDGE IS THE GREAT ALMIGHTY. TAKING AWAY MY SINS WHILE I REPENT. STILL WANTING TO BE, LIVING ENDLESSLY. NOT CAPTURING THAT PAIN I HOLD DEEP. I SING LIKE A BIRD WITH A SWEET SONG, IF YOU JUST LISTEN. TO THE PAIN THAT THE PAST HAS BROUGHT. THERES ALWAYS SOMETHING STRONGER THAT IVE BEEN TAUGHT.TAUGHT TO LEAD A LIFE TRUE TO MYSELF. TAUGHT TO PASS TIME WITH GOD HIMSELF. A STRONG SOUL, I SING SO BOLD TO FOLD THE THOUGHTS OF THE DAYS I STOOD COLD. WHEN NO ONES HANDS COULD COMFORT ME. AND NO MANS LAND COULD SHELTER ME. I BOW TO YOU SO MY EYES COULD SEE. WHATS REALLY MY DESTINY? UNDERSTANDING IS MY DESIRE. WHY NOT GIVE MY VOICE FOLLOWED BY POWER? PASSION SO YOU CAN FEEL ME WHEN I SPEAK. NEEDING YOUR MIND TO FOLLOW THE MENTAL PICTURES UNTIL IM COMPLETE. GO THREW WHAT IVE WENT THREW FOR A MOMENT. HE BEAT ME WITH HIS HAND THEN HE RIPPED OFF MY GARMENTS. TWO SITUATIONS IN TIME. LET ME REWIND. A STEPFATHER WHO ABUSED ME AND A MAN WHO TOOK IT UPON HIMSELF TO MISUSE ME. RIPPED OUT MY SOUL, RIPPPED OUT MY SOUL. LONG TIME AGO I GOT MY SOUL BACK. RELIEVED WITH NO STRESS AND LOTS OF SLACK . NEVER WANNA GO BACK TO THE TAUNTING MEMORIES. THE NIGHTS WHEN MY SOUL CRIED DESPERATLY. NOW I STAND HUMBLE AND I TRY TO BE ONE OF THE MEEK. I CAN CONFIDENTLY SAY, YOULL NEVER BE ME. SINCE TROUBLED SKIES HAVE THE TENDENCY TO WIPE MY EYES AT TIMES. YOU NEED TO REALIZE THE LIFE I LIVE AINT MINE. SPIRITUALLY INCLINED. EVEN THOUGH MY PAST IS FAR FROM DIVINE. IM THE QUEEN OF MY KINGDOM. AND IN ME IS WHERE THE SON OF MY LORD RESIDES. THATS WHY I UNERSTAND GREAT THINGS HAPPEN IN DUE TIME. TRY IT! YOU KNOW, BEING ME!

    DEE MARIE

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

    deemarie’s Poems (6)

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