POSITIVE IMPACT _ PAUL SPEAKS

Through the chided walls of my Block I could hear the siren..it's another victim of knock, The laws of nature Worked so hard to his future He was ruled by the swirling winds of the great environment He's a kleptomaniac. Without circumstance there is no victim One should be careful not to be a member of the team It seems life is as it should be You do something negative, You expect the consequences For the positive, You receive the reward I call on thee Abba Father, Let not these circumstance Overwhelm me that my attitude be affected And my character be weakened Today I choose what is right I am actually my feeling maker; I make me mad I make me glad We all have the prove To shape our lives We have our choices If we make a move Taking responsibility for everything in life is a way of life That we coach,teach,and nurture with.

Under the dark-yellowed sun I shed dry tears of sweat Whistling the tune of a cymbalic song I forgot my tight tilted hair Knotted with a bond of rejection My birth place was an history The pain of an innocent woman was a mystery A man fighting war was in distress No one was present for the naming feast  Neither  a soul nor a pin Brought up by a foster parent My mind and body in pain Deceived and clothed with a fake apparel With struggling feet, i tried in vain I was named without a name A wondrous work of art i learn Slowly perfect, strong in heart With my master's word; you are lame But in my works; i grew in fame Surely, truly, this is what i am I am me and me is I Living according to my willful self The days drew nigh Was greedy but never covetous, enjoying but never obsessed I was painted with an honorary gold From me, three sons lived Same aim, different bloodline and ties Bond with a tiny string of affection Lovers of inheritance, party an

Death is alive Graves are alike When death speaks, the world shakes When it strikes, it pains Hearing about it everywhere But never wished it comes near It is fierce Making the living live in fear Into an household it goes Leaving their faces like a sagged golds Making those wearing the crown Wanting to be an unpopular clown Death would always sting But can we question it instinct? We could by-gone weeping And embrace meaningful living Oh! my friend death, Why have thou ceased my breath We would never meet again For you have become great Over my body and eventually made me helpless Your list numbered less I had wished to live more But now, i cannot live anymore This cold sided feeling Brings a longer day healing Help the dead, mourn the buried Sing a song, sing ahead Hope is lost, a life is gone What a loss, the deed is done The awesome question: who is next? But i assume it is a lifetime rest Death is gentle but not fair Life is rough and not

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A young and beautiful writer, She plays with words like babies playing with toys,she pour's out her mind with inks make them clear with pictures. She's so creative and wish are emotions,feelings and thoughts can Speak. Oruahwo Ejiroghene