Black Poetry : A Part Of Life's Dream

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  1. Sheryl D Martin

    Sheryl D Martin Active Member MEMBER

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    A PART OF LIFE'S DREAM

    It may appear hard things I wish to achieve
    In reality...it's up to me
    So I reach brothers and sisters I reach because a part of life's dream...belongs to me
    Now is the time to accept challenges of the unknown

    By faith I walk...sometimes alone
    Believing I will succeed
    Tired yet worn I ask the good Lord , open heaven's door...allow all my blessings to flow
    My perception far exceeds a level where success is measured...
    in dollars and cents

    It may appear hard things I wish to achieve
    In reality my richness dwells within and through
    the Spirit of God's Love...
    A part of life's dream...awaits me

    Keeping It Real Always. Sheryl D Martin aka Seoria Meyanie Poetess 2000+
     
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    you know this is tight...liking the message ..face the challenges..
    this is indeed a nice scribe
    Peace
     
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    Very Nice... I really enjoyed this read.


    Dreams are always higher than reality. But can only be achieved by reaching for them. At your feet dwell all you need. By faith we walk, sometimes stepping on the blessings. If there wasn't so many at my feet. I'm trying to walk my own way. Confused and taking for granted all the time. Self defeat is the enemy of my success. Nothing more nothing less.

    Oh, how I Dream. True.
    I know of the levels.
    They exist just like I stand here.
    Flesh and bone.

    Never just in black and white. I understand the truth. It comes in colors. Reds, vivid blues. Hues of brown. If it was easy everybody would achieve. Yet I see those go up before me. Some by hook. Others by crook. I don't believe in that combination. So as I see my blessing. I don't fail to pick up a few. Many so many. Lying at my feet. I know the real level. High above this earth. Heaven bound it lives in me.
     
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