I have been busy with work, kid going to school and trying to find a place to stay. Well if all goes well. I will be moving my family back to our old neighborhood and it's a relief.
I have been so busy, now i have to pack up 2 apartments and I am not looking forward to that. I have been upset because I haven't been able to just sit down and write which I miss very much. I was so upset when my daughter came home from school and brought home her fund raiser stuff. Can't they see the economy is not doing so well? Like always we always seem to make things work. I am glad I have enough time just to sit and write what I'm writing now. My job is keeping me busy and I love it. Well got to go cook dinner. peace , love and happiness til next time.

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I can only go by what I've seen. Your choice! you see what I mean? You still ain't clean. Muttering echos yelling back from our past. Things need to change before the slow asphyxiating life style you attend turns it's back on you again. We can rehash our past and release the demons from within. You will only find another excuse to fill your heart with sin. Your alcoholism I don't consider a flaw, no not at all. It's a slow agonizing death, it's an addiction that has plagued our families for years. I can't shed any more tears of the fears of you laying in a casket full of your lies and your own demise.

by joey

I wrote this poem because people say it's hard to talk to me sometimes because I am so aggressive and I get to upset or too excited.

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People don't like the way I speak. Is it because I'm so passionate in what I believe? I have my father's pride in the strides I take. Exacerbating in every conversation I make. Like alicia keys song superwomen and I'm that times 2. I'm not impressed with your phony display, of your antagonizing ways. Call me what you want, you can never keep this bitch down. You don't agree in the nature of which I speak. Too aggressive for your ears to hear. You don't know how many years I've had to hush my silence. You don't know the violence I've obtained in my brain. I've cured myself of speaking out, I free myself with the words that I speak. Until you've walked in my shoes..... you can not silence my voice!

by joey

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Don't talk just listen. Listen to the wind through the trees. Listen to the whispering in the wind. Listen to the silence of a newborn baby's soul. Don't talk just listen. Listen to the water rippling over the waves. close your eyes and listen to the flow of the ocean. Listen to the birds communicate from tree to tree. Don't talk just listen. Listen to the souls that cry out for help. The angels above please help the children live through this mess we've made. Bring them under your wings and covet them for safe keeping. Silent their cry's. Make their lives as peaceful as the sounds I hear. Bring back the birds in the tree and the flowers and the bees. God shower me with your tears and cleanse my soul, so I'll have no fear as long as I know that you are near.

by joey

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Droplets of water fall from my face, memories of you with time and grace. God I know you say I have a purpose in my life. The misery I see it's hard to set free. I cry to let out the fear of letting go of someone too near to my soul. God if I could see the outcome of my survival, like the arrival of a newborn butterfly that is what I wanna be, for the reincarnation of a life that is free. I know we live to die, but I hide behind the tears I cry, to show no one my weakness.


by joey

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The days are coming. Judgement day is right around the corner. Are we ready to speak all that needs to be spoken. The jokes on you! God knows all you have done, Ramble on and on and on. Dreams may come, " of a better land". I need to testify, My life aint peachy keen. My mouth will get me to gods dream of saying all the poverted things. I will ask god for his forgiveness. A life long entry to the promise land, of finally being free and not judged. God please put your hand upon my head and free me from these ghosts that has haunted me. Let me know how it feels to be normal with no worries. God spoke and he whispered in my ear and said your strong, with your mind ,body, and soul, your here to teach others. Stop! They will listen and they will have peace.

by joey

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Shattered pieces that fell to the floor. Pieces of me that can never be fixed. Holes of depression of a life so tattered and torn, of a young child scorn. I don't want no one too close, I'm too vulnerable to feel safe. A life that I wish I could erase, to start fresh with second chances, not to have to see the demons from my past. I would never want my child to see the demons that I had in my childhood past. Wishing to kill the inner child in me. Wishing never to feel that pain. Staying up all hours of the night not to sleep until I see light , so I don't have the fears of seeing you in my sight. Only for a short moment of feeling safe in my bed realizing that  I'm not that child in my head.

by joey

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I am mesmerized by what I'm watching. My heart speaks without even whispering a word. White and pink orchids ruffle through the breeze. My heart is in attunement with the attractiveness with nature. I see an eagle perched on a fence with the cool breeze blowing off the lake as the eagle preys onto its' next fresh fish. With the broad of its' wings stretch out. Goose pimples form on the tops of my skin as I watch the gracefulness of its' glide through the air, as I watch with awe. knowing this was only but a once in a life time opportunity of display, as I watch this eagle fly away.

by joey

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I grabbed my heart because it's falling apart. You held me through the rain and got me through my pain. Held my hand when I needed you. I know your not there, no one understood but you. I see your love is still here because ,my love for you won't go away. People sometimes don't understand of how I can't stop thinking of a man that was my whole world circle and full. I see you in a field full of daisies and deep blue sky. Loving your life without me near. I'm wondering what your life is like there. It's something I can't understand but just wanting to hold your hand , to let go of my fear that your gone.

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