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Edited by
brwnkimba
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Thu 10/25/12 03:23 PM
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Sacrifice self, selling secrets seeking solutions that settle your situational sorrow.
Out of standard practice instead of slandering her emotionally Zen philosophy is how I follow. It’s an attack on my lack of aggressively sustaining optimism with this cynically channeled chaos. Chasing courage, heart and intelligence needed to proceed in quest of the almighty powerful Oz. Respect honeys flaws in fact give applause the laws broken when she shares her potent words spoken. I’ve been hoping we could spontaneously plan to get out of here a.s.a.p. baby on the 1st thing smoking. Hopes are organic ways of sunning up cloudy days when the natural gleam isn't quite doing enough. Folks part ways as they get confused with the subtle differences between lust, trust, making Love or a fu<k. I drink a cup o’ humility every morn after a humbling plate of I don't know how I'll get through this day. Joyously give thanks then pray for family & friends wondering if heard are these words I silently say. Not questioning my faith as always it’s resilient and glistens remaining fully intact. I just query whether or not some of those I Love spiritually have really got my back. When life seems so perilously despairing it only seems natural for some to just give up and stop caring. A soul lifting journey many experience but they seemingly forget all about the reimbursed Blessings from sharing. I beg of you to think thrice before throwing in the towel an accepting defeat. That which tastes bitter in early growth often results in Blessings savory & sweet. Laboring for happiness so long yet insistently looking in all the wrong regrettable places. I'm imperiling my hearts hectic beat persistently meeting faulty femmes with unforgettable faces. Too often lonely & even when I’m with a lady sometimes I get neglected. I like being liked but Love being liked & muthafu<kin’ respected. Get enticed during full moonlit nights into seductive behavior rashly leaving my heart unprotected. If I could see the pain coming before feeling its dagger then I’d most assuredly better protect it. Love’s so blind though and can’t be easily detected, removed or psychologically dissected. Once bitten you’re lost and like millions of good people hopelessly & indefinitely infected. Many try breaking the ties but its best to just be wise hold on & graciously accept it. Open your eyes to forgiveness & compromise as well what time brings with a fresh perspective. Let the sacrifice only be made if the end results something passionately positive not potentially pathetic. |
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Sacrifice self, selling secrets seeking solutions that settle your situational sorrow. Out of standard practice instead of slandering her emotionally Zen philosophy is how I follow. It’s an attack on my lack of aggressively sustaining optimism with this cynically channeled chaos. Chasing courage, heart and intelligence needed to proceed in quest of the almighty powerful Oz. Respect honeys flaws in fact give applause the laws broken when she shares her potent words spoken. I’ve been hoping we could spontaneously plan to get out of here a.s.a.p. baby on the 1st thing smoking. Hopes are organic ways of sunning up cloudy days when the natural gleam isn't quite doing enough. Folks part ways as they get confused with the subtle differences between lust, trust, making Love or a fu<k. I drink a cup o’ humility every morn after a humbling plate of I don't know how I'll get through this day. Joyously give thanks then pray for family & friends wondering if heard are these words I silently say. Not questioning my faith as always it’s resilient and glistens remaining fully intact. I just query whether or not some of those I Love spiritually have really got my back. When life seems so perilously despairing it only seems natural for some to just give up and stop caring. A soul lifting journey many experience but they seemingly forget all about the reimbursed Blessings from sharing. I beg of you to think thrice before throwing in the towel an accepting defeat. That which tastes bitter in early growth often results in Blessings savory & sweet. Laboring for happiness so long yet insistently looking in all the wrong regrettable places. I'm imperiling my hearts hectic beat persistently meeting faulty femmes with unforgettable faces. Too often lonely & even when I’m with a lady sometimes I get neglected. I like being liked but Love being liked & muthafu<kin’ respected. Get enticed during full moonlit nights into seductive behavior rashly leaving my heart unprotected. If I could see the pain coming before feeling its dagger then I’d most assuredly better protect it. Love’s so blind though and can’t be easily detected, removed or psychologically dissected. Once bitten you’re lost and like millions of good people hopelessly & indefinitely infected. Many try breaking the ties but its best to just be wise hold on & graciously accept it. Open your eyes to forgiveness & compromise as well what time brings with a fresh perspective. Let the sacrifice only be made if the end results something passionately positive not potentially pathetic. Tasty! |
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Open your eyes to forgiveness & compromise as well what time brings with a fresh perspective.
Wise words my friend....As always love the depth within your words |
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Love the wisdom in this...
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