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I am a poet. I am a mother. I am a someone’s wife. I cannot stop writing. I have tried. This is very anti-progressive of me. I will apologize later to my chive plant.
I work at writing but it is not what I call hard. I am a natural. But I don’t just write down whatever and call it something. No. I have pride. I have standards.
I am political and I am popping jokes. They are subtle, often times overlooked, but if you find yourself laughing or crying, you can bet, I’m glad I could assist, reach a dead metaphor out to you.
If you like my words, my poems, share them, print them off. Tape them up. Let me know. If I make a mistake, let me know about that too.
I am trying to be the best piece of U.S.A that I can be. Poetry is my way. Its not medicine and it is not an organic lunch. My poems are hard to swallow. If I offend you, you can bet I am happy about that too, because that means your alive enough and thinking enough to respond. You probably just missed the joke. ( I don’t know anymore than the fools who keep selling out our country or the great ramblers of the past. I don’t know a thing, and my friend, hahahahahahaha neither do you).
I am not a master of poesy. I am twenty-eight. I am a burp. Remember that, remember I am a fool. I am like you.
If you are a writer as well please feel free. Share your lines and advice.
Sometimes people think I am a good writer, and they believe that I have a good sized ego. That is not the case. It is far to big and it thinks it is a bunny. I am sorry for any claptrap or bloated dogs it tries to sell you. I work endlessly at my lines, and want those who I share my life-art to be just as passionate and as eager as me.
I love writing. It is my family history, it began before I had a name. Maybe I was hurt into it. Maybe I hurt easy. Maybe thats why I can’t stop.
I know I won’t even think about it until justice is in the reality of every molecule.
You need someone to write love poems. I know you do. You’re begging for someone just to care, just to give a damn and love.
My poetry is for you.
It is for the lot of you who suffer or love.
It is a reminder to you, that we are in this together and we are alive.
So lets party.
I am nothing but a solitary grain of sand
but with you, I am beach.
(I will keep at least my swimsuit on, no porno here). Who doesn’t love a beach party?
If you would like me to read at a poetry reading email me at a_burie@hotmail.com.
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I think asking questions is a good thing to do even though it only leads to more questions.
The meaning of life starts with God. He has created this place and all people that He might harvest a crop of believers who, though blind to His glory, will chose to seek Him and worship Him in spirit and truth. There is no other meaning to life.
For YOU that is the meaning to life -For others it is monarch butterflies
It is not my imagination which has created the meaning of life I mentioned above. It is the truth. All other “meanings” are the imagination of humans and are subject to judgment and denial by others. The Lord Himself has set what I wrote from the foundation of creation, and before. The day will come when all other speculation about the meaning of life will evaporate like a puff of smoke in a hurricane. I would advise all people to look into what I wrote. Wouldn’t it be better to know the meaning of life rather than speculation?
Consider your body, how frail it is. Consider your mind, with which you conger up all manner of speculation about the life you lead. Consider the notion of right and wrong. If there is no God then why do we ponder what is right?
There is much more to say about all this. But unless one is willing to listen, all words and sounds are but noise.
By His Grace
blah blah. your lack of humility is boring. you don’t have the answers. Stop acting like you do.
do you struggle with what the right and wrong thing is? I don’t. I know what is wrong and right…. Thats what makes me human