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Wannason2

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  1. What and Why? 6/23/02 Today is Sunday It’s the Lord’s day Time to try and protect your soul And worship his name God must have a plan Something I still must do What, I just don’t know I should have been killed Why that truck hit me on that road I’ve a feeling my task Concerns people living in the street Maybe my poems of street life And hard times Are the key to what I need. This is a new skill I just didn’t know I had I just started writing one day Around my birthday, It’s a puzzle that I have to solve. It
  2. Homeless Blues 3/21/02 When you’ve gotten trampled by the hand life dealt you, at first you cry, why me, oh woe is me. You wonder why with your mind all boggled, why you were sent all this trouble, you feel forsaken and wish it would stop, maybe God wants to see if you’ll flip or flop. You learn to make do, learn harsh lessons from the streets, these rules ain’t written in books, some are hard to conceive. The sad part is, you get used to the life, you kinda forget how it used to be like, the past seems like a dream, so far away, so you live by three rules to hel
  3. This was written when I was homeless after the first time I got hit by a car. But before the second time that I got hit by a car. I dated my witings to keep track of my feelings. 8/7/02 Traveling through these hard times, when life sent along rough rides Makes you wonder why God wants you to learn how different types of people will try and make you burn. Seems all that you really have are the values learned as a child When growing from small, parents should have taught you right from wrong: how to get along, share and show co
  4. “Questions about promises” From the beginning of our lives we’re taught from our parents, teachers and mentors, the rules we’ll need to be accepted in society. What bills we must pay, the hours we must work, and how much free time we’re allowed. Like parts in this great machine, this should make us happy, but Parts break I done as I was taught, Doing and caring for all those around in my life, with little needs or wants for myself. Eighteen years , many fortunes given, Time spent in worry, aggravation and constant pressure for more from those close to me. All good thin
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