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Stellar solar chariot
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Beauty made out of ashes PM
This poem is about driving in my car. Reviews are welcome.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 264 - Published: 04-02-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3010073
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I shake dirt off my shoulders and keep my eyes on the prize, another new dawn. I am such a big flirt that I make my own destiny and fate in this game of life. Speeding cars, bleeding hearts with unhealed emotional scars lead me on. Driving in my car, I thought saw a star falling from the sky. Historical biblical American patriot, Jesus, please take the wheel before I start a riot. Godly wisdom and patience puts an end to war raging on inside my head. Speak slow sweet golden chariot, automobile, please safely carry me home to Eden. Traveling on an endless journey to Rome, God bless the broken road no matter what kind of drama may come to some hearts. Traveling on an endless journey to find my muse, my house is full of love. The word hate doesn't exist in my vocabulary while I seek comfort and protection in his holiness' sanctuary. I refuse to use hatred as an excuse to tear up my gown and break my crown. I refuse to be distracted by physical, mental or emotional abuse. I refuse to frown and drown myself in a sea of grief. I have a belief in a much more greater higher power besides my own. Jubilee, the holy spirit is a strong tower by which is a fortress for this restless conscience of mine. God of rebirth and redemption, constant giver of new life, please shower me with goodness. Driving a car, it is a matter of life or death and yet I remain in good perfect health.
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