CHILDREN TALK

Down in the basement today, I heard the children talking.

About the world to come.An it wasn't a heavenly talk,they

talked about the apocalypse and how something like zombie's

 was coming out of the sky.Out of the graves and everywhere.  The girl in the corner ,had a diary,writing all of this down.

These was little children, to my surprise.

Talking about the end of time.

I started to see a vision in my mind,white and bloody clothe everywhere,

grave clothes all torn down.

FOG coming around the graves and silents broken by heavy breathing around.

They where coming after me ,what should I do?

I didn't know the secret, to pass threw.   

<p>I don't like my history.I should have ran after my destiny.In stead of running after all those ,thing's that was wrong for me.You had to get married and have babies right away.College was not an option you see.If I knew what I know now,I would have maybe flew to the moon.Or may have been a preacher like my dad,but I think I would have made a lot of money .Which he thought was bad But then there is all those sweet babies' that call me Gam's.</p>

<p>Who do you say I am? Some call me healer,some call me deliver.Some hate me because there is a mess in their life,that they made.Some blame me for killing people.Well it did take me seven days to come see about Lazarus,guess that's what Mary and Martha might have thought.I did call him by name,or everyone would have come out of that tomb.I could have shut the door on the boat ,and not let Noah go in.And the beautiful gardens,didn't half to have light. &nbsp; Maybe if I would have made a lawn mower,Adam ,could have been to busy mowing the grass instead of eating that Apple ,that pretty Eve gave him. I know what she did.She looked at him and said,can you go without a week of me ,because she knew what was under that leaf.She didn't fool me.Or maybe I would have made it like it is ,perhaps people need to appreciate it more.</p><p>

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Hello welcome ,to the United States.

We have heard a lot about you ,some think your in one of our states.

Some say they have seen you,and we believed.

I would like to tell you what this means,maybe we can live together,

an commute between.

See you came on a holiday.

The fourth of July.

This day we celebrate our freedom,with shore to shiny shore.

We raise our flags,with red,white an blue.

An our hand over our hearts,making us all proud to be free.

See we walk with with pride for all to see

The foundation was started with God,which I can teach you.

Still watching over us,you and me.

Word's are not enough,

When I see what you are doing to me.

I've cried and cried,but you didn't see.

My head up high and wearing my skinny jeans.

Hoping you think I look hot,and it's not really me.

Does she give you everything,words are not enough.

Please quit telling me what y'all do.

It hurts so bad,I feel left out of your life.

I guess you had that planned.

So word's are not enough.

Spirit

Lying on my left side,looking at the wall.

Wondering if he will come again for me to see.

He was breathing down my neck and dripping,sweat,down on my ear lobe.

Down on my ear lobe.

Hair standing up on my neck ,my fear he could see.

Daddy,daddy,come help me,he is here like mother said.

A spirit of a dog that I could really see.

Lots of jewelry around his neck,shining in the dark.

It's just a tale of an old man that hunted gold in the dark.

But this dog came to me. 

Walking heavy thu the house and disappearing in the wind.

Just like mother had begged ,not to let me see.

He sit there still as the clippers,went

Buz,buz,buz.

At six years old it's was not a thrill.

Yes,keep your head straight down,are I may half to give you a pill.

Snip,snip,snip,

Around the ears.

I don't wear the top short,no one,cares.

mommy,mommy,mommy,

Please help me!

There's  cut on my neck now,just like my knee eeeee!

Oh,oh,oh

You are hurting me.

I wish my daddy could see.

I look in the mirror and what do I see,

is a very older lady looking back at me.

Not as many wrinkles as some of my friends.

My heart and mind are young , when I

think of the future coming to an end.

  I look not to see the worse, I look  to

see the best.

Because this old lady at sixty seven has it

going on ,I can keep up with the best.