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Comment by Paulette (Lee) Scott on May 28, 2009 at 6:28pm

" I Care"
A good friend said to me today living to see the age of 35 was really hard when she had thought of suicide. I must admit I was very frighten to hear she felt that way inside. After taking a moment to fight back my sigh, I explain to her the reason why her life is needed in our society. The burning in my throat seem to be more than I could bear. We often look at a person life as thou it was a book; never looking inside to behold what deep dark secret someone else might hide. I told my friend no matter how bad or awful she may feel, just know I 'll be by your side no matter how long the ride. Just keep living until GOD decides to take you to the other side!

P.S.
even if you don"t care I do!!!

Comment by Meosha McDaniel on May 20, 2009 at 1:09am

Comment by connie johnson on January 3, 2009 at 7:41pm

Eric, true story?

Comment by Eric Houser on December 16, 2008 at 1:27am

As i exit the store -I am approached by a drunk or a fiend -He asked for a dollar -I am thinking he is full of ish or selling a dream -So I respond man please I aint got it -He said I watched get change -Keep it real why lie about it -My thoughts were so you can smoke or drink it up -He looked at me sad and said I know what you thinking bra -See I know others be running game and be on some smooth ish -But give me 2 minutes and I will tell you what I'm dealing with -I dont drink I dont smoke and I am truly an honest man -This is not me this is not my life this was not GODS plan -Would you believe I am alum of Georgia Tech -Pledge such and such -Was my class president,voted most popular and got much respect -Then I met my wife well at least she's my X now -Just bare with me brohter I'm just getting this of my chest now -I replied my fault bra go ahead -See I should have know ish was fishy -When I found blue pills mixed in with her meds -I am like Damn go ahead finish your story -Then he starts talking about his homeboy terry -Well terry turned his wife out -I talking drinks, drugs, and staying out all night chilling at crack house -I am thinking to my self the entire time you would have never knew this -Then I said why not a job man why the hell you choose this -See after i figured out she had a lil habbit -I would do lil illegal things -I figure it would keep her home me partially happy and the drugs she would have them -With out being said I did 3 yrs locked up -Man it felt like I was dreaming -Late nights in a cold cell looking at the ceiling -Man you know i got 3 kids and none of them came to see me -Man emotional this murdered my feeling -So need less to say when I got out -My wife was dead ,Kids gone, and they foreclosed my house -So now I cant get a job because of my record -No job means no house so that's why I live in a shelter -I only asked for a dollar so I can get me a burger -After hearing all this I just decided to give it -Thinking to my self if it was me I would hate this living -He said look I just want to leave you with 2 thoughts -1 GOD can come in sheep's clothing -So help anybody when you can at all cost -And 2 Never think your so good you can look down on another -I say that because you can never judge a book by its cover!!

Comment by connie johnson on October 2, 2008 at 6:20pm

Finally!!! Welcome!

Comment by Harold Farrell Hilliard on October 2, 2008 at 2:00am

I finally found your group.

Comment by Harold Farrell Hilliard on October 2, 2008 at 1:58am

THE NECCESITY -{prayer}

Why not tease the world for better grinds. Hoping a hussle will demand a touch of relief. Changing as slowly and poorly as possibly only to walk amongs the troubling waters. Detoured for a demise and satuated only to find a mold. Bacterious decay that emerge within the inner circle of a breath. Shooken and discourage for whom shall I hear, listening I will not. I'm bold enough to say--------------that I'm tired! Lord here I am as hum........................................................................Amen.

Comment by connie johnson on September 17, 2008 at 8:23pm

The other side of pain and strife
never thought this would be my life
Youthful days seem so simple now, i didn't know when or didn't know
how the seas of life's shore would ebb nor flow
Couldn't imagine the destruction I'd see
Never fathomed life without the touch of maternal love
A pain to bare, no explanation of when or where
Her love so innate and pure, dissipates into memories of smiles and candid laughter
Never knew what i would do after, her love left
She took that final breath and life for me ceased to exsist
Caught in the midst anger and despair
No i didn't know when or i didnt know where
Life regains momentum as pain subsides
My real feelings I could no longer hide
Time to get real with hurt that lies inside
Releasing sadness and pain proved to be much more to gain
On my way to the other side of pain and strife no longer hiding from the strains of past hurts
Packed up the luggage that kept me bound, threw it at His feet and took my rightful seat
On the other side I no longer needed to hide
The shame and guilt that tormented my soul no longer lives as i reach deep within
Seeking a power much greater than I in an effort to keep my head to the sky
On the other side is peace and the fullness of joy, in His presence pleasures ever more
My past a reminder of who He is, where i go i still don't know
But i rest now in the bosom of grace, He came and filled the empty space
Thanks be to He that saved even me
I made it to the other side!

Comment by MoeJuice on September 16, 2008 at 6:33pm

Who does the same thing over and over again and expect different results.
Whose insane in their quotes.
Who feels pain like me so deep the you bleed internally.
Who is just fighting demons that you can't see.
Feel the heat like the flames of a beautiful beast or the cold of a winter so sweet.
I been in the street without a place to sleep or food to eat.
It sounds like a tragedy, but its my reality.
I hated myself and what it did to me.
Life wasn't as sweet as it appeared to be.
I could tell you a lie and expect you to respect it, because truth usually gets rejected or neglected.
But I'd rather sale you on a dream of hope that I wrote with insane quotes from my throat.
I dream that I float so calm on the river's arm that by dawn I loose focus of what's going on.
Just something you can feel the real deal on a park bench laying still with nothing left praying the GOD takes my last breath.

I death methods of metaphysical spirits.
You can't see them, but you hear it.
So you ignore what's being said, what's being read, and what's being fed subcontiously.
Its just me speaking mentally to you mentality.
Do you feel my reality, or do you think I'm maddly speaking teachings of Plato, Aristato, and Socrates like hypocracies spoken like prayer on bended knees with your hand together and your mind at ease, and all that you can feel is the suttal breeze of the waving trees?
Because, you're still in the street without a place to sleep or food to eat.
Its not a dream.
Just something you can feel, the real deal on a park bench laying still with nothing left, praying the GOD takes my last breath.

Comment by connie johnson on September 15, 2008 at 6:48pm

Hey Maurice please elaborate!!!

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