PUPPET MASTER
THE GREAT THING ABOUT BEING A WRITER IS WE CAN PULL THE STRINGS ANY WAY WE WANT, LIFE WORKS THE SAME WAY.
SMILE AND KEEP IT MOVEING!!! (RANDOM THOUGHTS)
DO NOT LAY DOWN AND DIE, GET EXCITED, ITS CALLED LIVING!!! PEOPLE COME AND PEOPLE GO, YOU WILL GROW ON PEOPLE, PEOPLE WILL GROW ON YOU, YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE, FALL OUT OF LOVE, GET JOBS, GET BETTER JOBS, LOSE JOBS, FALL, GET BACK UP, PEOPLE WILL DIE THAT YOU LOVE WHICH REALLY REALLY SUCKS!!! RELATIONSHIPS GROW OR NOT, WE WILL, WE WONT, WE DO, WE DONT,,,O BOY IT’S JUST CALLED LIVING, GET EXCITED!!!!
ENERGY, ENERGY, ENERGY!!! (RANDOM THOUGHTS)
THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH ENERGY LIKE STATIC WE ATTRACT THE ENERGY WE GIVE OUT. IF YOUR MEAN WITH A NASTY ATTITUDE THE UNIVERSE WILL FEEL THAT AND YOU WILL ATTRACT ONLY NEGATIVE NASTY PEOPLE WITH NO GOOD RESULTS. WHEN THE ENERGY IS ATTRACTIVE THE RESULTS WILL BE TO,,,I LOVE THE LAW OF ATTRACTION! STAY POSITIVE AND TELL YOURSELF TODAY IS GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY!
I KNOW I CAN, I KNOW I CAN, I KNOW I CAN!!!!! (RANDOM THOUGHTS)
LOVED THIS STORY, IT PUSHED ME AS A CHILD AND IT IS STILL SUCH A GREAT MOTIVATIONAL STORY!
LOVE THIS,,,IT’S THE MENTALITY!!!! (RANDOM THOUGHTS)
I LOVE THIS BECAUSE WE CAN THINK OURSELVES INTO GREATNESS, OR WE CAN DECIDE TO SINK OUR OWN SHIP. THE MOST WONDERFUL OPTION I HAVE IS CHOICE, AND I CHOOSE TO THINK I CAN JUST LIKE THE LITTLE ENGINE THAT COULD.
I THINK I CAN!!!! I THINK I CAN!!!! I THINK I CAN!!!!!
DIM OL SHOES (POETRY)
Cradle the wave.
Because that shadow could be my own life I save.
A preserver to save the very life that may be my own.
Haunted by distant memories of dreams gone horrifically wrong.
That tainted song.
That keeps playing in my mind.
Shunned by the times when I was me.
TRANSLATION.
Stranger in my own skin.
Battles I could never win.
Not alone anyway.
This is the day that the Lord has made.
I will rejoice and be glad in it….
Hmp!
Some days I can’t rejoice.
Because of that voice.
That says many things that only evil brings.
Preacher says, ride the storm don’t let the storm ride you.
Only God knew about my shoes that always brought me the blues.
Runnin from the tide.
Waitin for the pain to subside.
Is all I can do.
To keep from slippin my feet back in Dim ol’ Shoes.
That will always be mine, ain’t no changing that.
Tracks and all.
Where would I be?
Who would I be?
Without my Babylonian fall.
MINE…… ALL MINE!!
I ain’t lost in the times.
I’m just waitin for the sun to shine on my weary soul.
I ain’t moved no mountain.
But I can if I tried.
Just waitin for the pain to subside.
Is all I can do….
To keep from slippin my feet back in.
Dim Ol Shoes.
Thank you, Old Life.
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