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SOULS OF FREEDOM

YOUR FREEDOM JUST WATCH WHAT YOU SAY. IS OUR FAMILIES IN HARMS WAY? WOULD WE BE HERE IN THIS SITUATION OF WAR? WE LET YOU CROSS OUR LINES OF FREEDOM AND USED IT AGAINST US ON THAT DARK DAY. WE SEEN THEM BURN TO THE GROUND. MY HEART WAS POUNDING SO FAST I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO JUMP RIGHT OUT OF MY CHEST. SOULS YOU HEAR CRYING FOR HELP, JUMPING FROM BUILDINGS JUST TO SEE THE LIGHT OF GODS EYES. SEEING LOVED ONES DIE RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES, YOU CRY BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T SAY YOUR LAST GOODBYE. LISTEN TO ME ! THEY HEAR YOU. JUST SHOUT TO THE HEAVENS AND GOD WILL LISTEN.


BY JOEY

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LOVE ME RIGHT, LOVE ME WRONG. I CAN NOT BARE TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME. I WAS BLIND BACK THEN AND COULD NOT SEE. NOW I CAN SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME. IT WAS NOT RIGHT THIS I SEE. I FIGHT YOU IN MY DREAMS DAY OR NIGHT, EVERYTIME I FALL ASLEEP DIRTY THOUGHTS OF YOU AND ME. MAY GOD FORGIVE YOU, BUT HOW I CANNOT FORGET THE IMAGES THAT IS BURNT INTO MY HEAD OF  A  MEMORY I WOULD LIKE TO ERASE, TO FORGET YOUR UGLY FACE. MAYBE I CAN BE IN A BETTER PLACE. IN TIME SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE, BY THE GRACE OF GOD THIS HAS MADE ME STRONGER. I AM NOT SCARED OF YOU ANY LONGER.

BY JOEY

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Journey home

The journey that is set in place, I can not go on. in my heart I know you will always be there. You gave me the air I breathe and held my hand when I needed you. Life without you is breaking my heart, you have not even left my side yet, My heart is crying out. Love from a mother there is no other. To be in a better place that I can understand, better than the hell on this messed up land. I wish I could hold your hand on this journey home I asked god but he refused. My journey seeks another path. My love for you will never die, I hope you remember me when you see me on the other side.

BY JOEY

This poem is dedicated to my mother-in-law

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Karls' poem

Our hearts are sad because you're slipping away but your soul is so brave. So many things left unsaid, so many things left undone. Your soul is starting to slip away. We love you with all of our hearts, but god says you cannot stay. lay your tired head upon your bed and rest your soul to sleep. I don't want to see you suffer, my heart breaks to see you fall asleep. I'll see you again some day, save a space for me. Please don't forget me. Mom forgive the things I have done, and I will do the same. You fought to the bitter end. Your fight is over now, but I still feel you near. The fear is gone and your at peace.

by joey

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Knowledge

knowledgeable people, comes from knowledgeable minds, comes from experiances and mistakes of god's children he put on the path of exploratory prejudice. Loves lost and pain throughout the world, how come we live to die or so it seems. People in between the ins and outs of daily life, not to have the time to just stop and smell the roses. To see animals loose thier habitats due to our destructions. "sign of the times" is that what we call it? Love of the beast of human waste. Rich is rich and poor is poor. We are not equal in this world, can't anyone understand that? Knowledge there is! No use for it though, if we don't know how to use it.
by joey

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Faith

My soul is torn in two, it cry's out for help. I have confusion of faith. The people cry out he is coming and that is what I believe. Poverty, baby is crying, war, death, two towers that dropped together will always be on our minds. Storms collide, People cry but is he coming? disease infests a nation, what more can we do? No food to eat, people still in the street fight for their lives we do not want to see them die, we just shut off the T.V. daydreaming of a life that used to be pure. Innocence lives shattered. Money that has shaped our lives with greed and gamble. Does any of this matter? Hope for a better day is coming. Faith is what holds us together.
by joey

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My soul
I see a familiar face across the room staring back at me. All the love I share with you is something that could never be explained. I know you touch my soul for all these years. It's like raindrops that you feel from god, which cleansed my soul. He brought you to me. That's what I always believed. The love we share is hot like fire. You on the couch, me in the bed. We can't resist eachother.Souls that collide together as one. My soul is never to love another, if we ever happen to part, it would only be by death. My soul is the sunshine you take in everyday. My soul is the rain that falls down upon your face. My soul is the moonlight that you are mesmorized with. My soul is the air we breathe together as one.
By joey

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Family peace
I always don't say what you want to hear. Sometimes I am mean and way to clear. If you only knew why I do what I do, It's only to say I want the best for you. Even though I'm younger than all of you, I had alot to deal with at such a young age. Something I don't ever want to speak of or things that should just be left unsaid. I remember that how I used to cope. Dealing with this wrath of descruction all on my own being ashamed of living and breathing in my own home! Asking god why this has happened? I only want the best for the ones I love. Home is where the heart is. That is how the saying goes. My heart is with each and everyone of you, the unbreakable bond of family. Tears of lost souls, of time that ran out for some, they have been gone for so long but it just seems like yesterday we spoke. Seeing things out of the corner of our eyes, or of deja vu' s that they want to hint to our surprise. My guardian angels sends me down pathways that are somewhat blinding. It's hard to see to the end of my surroundings. We talked of family memory's that made us laugh, and of things that made us cry, the feeling of family peace I see through everyones eyes. 
by joey

here is a piture of us at halloween.

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A child of innocence of being scorn. everyone wants to heal the abuse that has been burnt into my brain. A life long lost of not being understood.; of holding back tears, of facing all my fears alone, of telling anyone the fatal truth, of the death of my innocence. Still deep in my mind protecting my abuser so their lives are not ruined. When can the healing start for the victims, and of the unspeakable acts that had been put upon them. The abusers lives must flash before them. society needs to take away from them , what they have took away from us. THEN WILL WE BE SAFE?

BY JOEY

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A waterfall of crystal clear spirits fall down onto the creeks. Seeing a bright pink and blue sunset of tranquility. Sharing love with one another of bubbling, bursting with bliss. A perfect never-ending ocean of deep blue that runs into the horizon. Only good memories of happiness is of feeling safe in your mothers arms. Morning dew that runs down from leaf to leaf. Every morning waking up to the smell of bright purple lilacs. Hearing family laughter in the back of your head. Close your eyes and think, lock it up tight. Then pray, and have your angels guide you to your next destination of tranquility.

by joey

I also wanted to thank everyone for the feedback on my blog, I like hearing from people. I enjoy other readings on other peoples blogs also, their are so many interesting people on this site. so thank you.

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everyone says if I could be young again...... They would not have any fun by changing the course of your past. God gives us the instructions to our lives. We pave the decisions we make, We learn from it and try to help others. Life is like learning how to grow old and making it to die in peace. Reincarnation is when you can change things.

by joey

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My father was a Latino man. Someone us kids could never understand. We learned a lot from this man, he taught us to be strong and to have respect, to have self pride but to never forget the love he and my mom gave to get us to this point. The struggles that had bared down on us , the struggles to survive. Although I wish he was here to see what I have done. To put his arms around me and say good job done. My father you can see in my eyes each time I cry for the love of my father.

by Joey

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I see the sway of the trees back and forth. The morning dew that trickles down from leaf to leaf, Dad I know you're there.

I see the ruffles of the grass and the high sunflowers shining before my eyes. Dad I know you're there.

I smell the lilac trees that reminds  me of home. Dad I know you're there.

I see cats playing in the hallways and following me home. Dad I know you're there.

The shadows watching me from behind. Dad I know you're there.

by joey

Hi everyone my mom came to me today and she brought me a poem my grand mother henrietta lanahan wrote right after the kennedy assasination, and she wrote what was on her heart and mind at the time. My grandma was very talented in many things she won a blue ribbon prize for having the best cake at the state fair in 1952. orange cake with orange frosting. There has been lots of recipes that been handed down. She was also a key punch operator for claims dealing with road aid in st paul, and with her one suggestion at work the whole department saved time and money which the st paul company's really appreciated and gave her an award and a raise. My mom and I stubbled across this poem my grandma wrote, it showed in her words how devestated about the kennedy assasination. My grandma died in 1993 and we do miss her dearly, she lived with me all my life as I was growing up, now my mom is the only one left out of her family. I see how much it effects her everytime we talk.

poem by henrietta lanahan
1963
This is our own native land. Let us give each other a helping hand. For the right to vote is our legal right and not whether our skin is black or white. There may be some in this land of ours. Who would want to mar it or to give it any scars, but do they really love their country well. By some of the things they do , how are we to tell.  If so, let them put these old fires out. and erase all questions of doubt. For the man with the black skin is here to stay. Let us all open our hearts to help him pray. For the  things he wants most , is his equal rights.

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Things always seem so complicated and out of control. It seems as if the world runs on batteries, when it should run from the beat of ones heart. evolution is here. Freedom rings to release ones soul to not be in capitivity, of the contradicting political toxic waste on humanity. Freedom is just an expression of our land. Lies and deceit from the untruths of our government and the unveiling of twisted misusage of power. Let freedom ring, sound the sirens. IT'S TIME FOR CHANGE!


by joey

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Everyone has a path, a journey, a purpose. A life of lost souls that live amoungst us. Driven to a higher person. My heart aches for peace. Healing earth would only be a miracle from god. My hands are tired, My legs are weak. God please give me the strength to keep searching for peace.

by joey

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A face that I cannot express of such deep disappointment of my own childhood past. A taste of toxin runs through my blood of touchy subjects that should be left unsaid. Seeing tears that rolls down my moms face of her dismay, not being able to control her emotions of tasteless disappointments of her own seeds, of trying to make sense of so many selfish acts. Taking advantage of her passive maternal hope. She becomes frustrated by not being able to express her true feeling without hurting other peoples pride, Not a whisper falls down upon the crowd for my mom don't have the strength to even mutter the disappointments.

by joey

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dispassionate people don't know me, they have never walked in my shoes, seen the shit I've seen through these eyes. I don't dissimulate myself. I'm real! Cut to the core! I dissever myself from the world because they don't understand my life. People say I'm disqualified for the work that I applied. I don't play woe as me, because there has been disruption in my life since the age of 5. MOLESTED,RAPED,ROBBED,DRUGS, ALCOHOL, all before the age of 15. High school drop out. you haven't seen what I seen.GOD GIVE ME SOME DIVINE INTERVENTION. GIVE ME A MYSTICAL SIGN THAT ONLY YOU CAN RELATE OF MY FATE IN THIS WORLD. What journey I have to seek in order to have peace and tranquility or maybe the qualifications just to be me.

by joey