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The slightest movement makes sound
a whisper will attract more in a crowded
room then any vain cry.
If you want someone to hear
just whisper if You're hoping they
have no ears then speak loudly.
If you wish they can not see
hide it within their sight.

If I were a theif and you were
expecting me, would I knowing this
crawl through your window
or knock at your door.
If I am your enemy
would I come as friend or
foe.....................if I want
to win the War.

Who would prosper by our War, other then what

we see......who would then with us pre occupied

have the chance to up lift roots that we planted by

making us seem the enemy,,,, what one would hold

the card of hope then for nations against

nations,brother against brother
who is my brother? It isn't a color or race
he is my neighbor. How far to the boundaries of
a neighbor's fence, If he is a friend
there isnt one, for he is my brother.
If my neighbor is my brother
then who is the mother of these children,
I being the abused child ran, but who's arms fold
as I ran straight to hell.



The following comments are for "A theif at the door"
by CoCo

a theif at the door
Hi, Jessica,
It's like a double edged sword. Although it is in the form of a rittle so to speak, it is not just a message about one war, but two. I didn't mean for it to sit idle as a poem, but hoped it would draw the attention of people who don't appreciate poetry as we do.the message wasn't only for others but me as well.

( Posted by: coco [Member] On: February 4, 2004 )

I took the last few poems I wrote off, this is a perfect example of what God has been trying to shwo me. If I dont have all the information, not to tell it. ANd search my heart for what I feel will be the results, whether I think Iam doing it for the end result or not, If I feel it will bring a bad reaction, then I need to keep my mouth shut, I need to wait on God and stop trying to take the wheel, he has a plan for everything and if he bless me with something to say then I need to share it all and not just part. I find again I have learned many lessons, the poems were the very part of me the Ireland in myself. ANd my lack of patience and wanting to take control of things when I dont even now what I am talking about. I have been missing a lot of meanigs for some time. I assumed it would get a bad reaction, but I also thought I was doing good and hoped that who ever needed it would see, well that person was me. I took them off until I have the true story all at once.The poems go with the book and need to be with the book not seperate or what I want will not be said. ANd that is that I am the smallest, and need more love, I have learned the hard way and wanted others to see but I assume and react to often, to feelings I dont even pray to understand first. ANd through that What seed I had hoped to sow was crushed. I am sorry, foregive me.

( Posted by: CoCo [Member] On: February 15, 2004 )

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