My words

A woman with substance

lee — Thu, 15 Mar 2007 17:39:32 GMT

Follow this link i found on a post from a friend, it takes a woman to stand up and say it, http://uk.tribe.net/listing/Words-of-wisdom-from-

A prayer written in my Lows

lee — Thu, 22 Feb 2007 01:36:54 GMT

Father you told me to never be scared, You'd always be around me when i need you there, Where are you now when i need you most, As i look at my life with no reason to boast. Iv'e been taken appart by the life that i knew, I'm talking of all that i trusted not just a few, I need you now more than ever before, Your the only one who ever opened my doors. Im trying my hardest to stay upright afloat, While others around just look at me and gloat, Where ever you are please give me the strength, To get out of this rut before my life is spent. You must know that im pure with only good in my heart, Please help me to find a life i can start, It dosn't have to be great and forfill all my dreams, Please stand by my side so on you i can lean. I only arsk you for this because im dead on my feet, Im so scared my mistakes again i'll repeat, Please show me direction because i love you so much, Can i arsk one more time to just feel touch. I know that i give you no reason to feel proud, And im sorry that i never stood out from the crowd, I wish i was the son you always deserved, Im so sorry dad, I hope this you have herd.

Proud to be English

lee — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 15:43:24 GMT

Proud to be English, Proud of my home, Proud of its history leaving freedom to rome, With a racist view i want to keep it as mine, But then i wouldn't be me without it's invasions in time. Don't mistake this england to be the government of the day, For they do allways forget whats made our country so great, They think that this island is what Englands about, They forget its the English that gives England its shout. This isle has been fought for changing kings in a day, This isle has been traded, its rights given away, This land that we live on has not my history of breed, It takes the guts of the English to give away England for free.

My dream is my own

lee — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 14:41:09 GMT

Come on then life, give me your best shot, Im strong from your past to take all you've got, Test all that you want on the make up of me, Because i've paid you in full and had nothing for free. Take as much of my selfworth and spirit that you can, Deprive me of confidence for im only a man, Why do you hesitate you know that you should, For you are the forrest and im only the wood. You can take all my energy so im dead on my feet, So when a new day does dawn i allready feel beat, Take all that you want but theres one thing you cant, Because my dreams are my own and of me they are part. I will allways stand strong in the worst of your trials, I'll just close my eyes and walk proud in style, My dreams are the one thing that you can not touch, They may not be big but i want them so much. I dream for not riches giving pockets that burst, I dream for not fame having fans for me thirst, I just dream for the one that looks into my soul, And wants me for my beauty and for not what i hold.

A Question from Dana ( by Lee, Dana is my middle daughter )

lee — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 06:54:58 GMT

Daddy why is it i see in my dreams, What happens the next day in all around me, I dont understand it , i just know its not bad, I just know what will happen from the dreams that i have. Come here my babe and dont be affraid, What i tell you right now is no story i've made, I know that your special to be given this gift, Of foresight into future thats yet to be lived. Though younger i was than the 8 years you are, I to was given sight to see so far, All i know its the start of a beautiful thing, That gives comfort to others in the words that you bring. But daddy i feel like i dont fit in, I feel my friends lying before they begin, To feel part of a crowd i follow thier ways, But never aggree with the words that they say. I know they never do what they have said, And i do always know this coz this i have read, But i cant help excuse the reasons they have, and be there for the next time whenever thier sad. My baby come here into the warmth of my arms, Because my cuddle is one place you will never feel harm. Your arnswers are inside you just follow your ways, The greatest gift in life is to brighten someones day.

Missing the point ( Poem by Lee )

lee — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 02:24:50 GMT

The message has been lost that was brought our way, Of how to treat others and respect what they say, To worship the actions in the oldest of books, Is to miss the reasons to why they were took. Why do you worship, whats it all for, To follow others words is to only open your door, It just seems abit selfish in the way that thats done, When the message to man was all for one. I sat in the church and listened to him preach, About the stories of god and what they did teach, Then in one breath he offered us bread and wine, But in the next said only the regular can dine. See he believed in his god and what his words said, But the message behind them never entered his head, It was enough for him to have a reason to believe, But if he'd taken in the message he'd have set his heart free. Don't preach to me whats right and wrong, Dont make me feel bad i dont join in your song, To think what he did you miss the lesson he taught, To understand why he did it , your on my level of thought. I dream of a world that can see what i see, And not punish a man for the rights they believe, To understand the reasons of the actions he takes, Is to respect his beliefs so no war he does make. What gives me the right to preach what i feel, And tell another his beliefs have never been real, If all was the same in thier focus of sight, What reason would there be for the purpose of life.

BRIDGES and RAFTS -----><------- The weight of the world on a child .

lee — Thu, 11 Jan 2007 22:58:21 GMT

6:52 PM - BRIDGES and RAFTS---The Weight of the world on a child Current mood: crappy Parents- Parents are the people that keep you in a safe place, they feed you, they give you drinks, they buy you toys to play with and they put you to bed and say they love you. Society sees this as what every child needs,i feel thier so wrong,its a Mum and Dad they need because a Mum and Dad are people that be with you in that safe place, they sit with you and eat, they, they drink with you, they play with the toys with you and they tuck you in to bed and make you feel loved. Dont blame a child for having the wieght of the world on its shoulders, sit down with them so they can feel your there to share what they dont understand. That quiet, with drawn,worried looking child of yours might not be in that state because of something they herd from you but instead they are like that because of something they felt from you. Dont marsk your feelings around your child because it causes them to get the weight of confusion on them over what you say to them and what they feel from you when you say it. Saying they dont need to know, its better for them, is just an excuse for, its better for you because you cant face telling them.

BRIDGES and RAFTS > < The Lonely Life of a Clairvoyant Empath----My Life Story up Till Now

lee — Wed, 10 Jan 2007 22:26:26 GMT

If anybodys reading my blog this im going to count as my first one, there are a few before it but there only about my feelings and as im going to try and explain, my whole life has been about reading the truth of what people really feel deep down in side them. Its been about seeing past a persons marsk into thier fears , insecurities wants and needs then at that point knowing the history of thier paths of life and seeing with in them, the individuals from thier past that caused them to be this way inside, then understanding with great feeling as you would an inoscent child that you cant blame them for the way they are, you cant judge them on what you would have done in thier situation, you know better, they obviously dont. After a few years of doin this all day every day you start to realise that everyone that youve met in your life falls into that same unable to blame catorgory, and after giving every single one of them that holding out of your hand with love and supporting thier views and making them know just how special they are, when feeling better and the odds of life are for once aginst you, thier hands go into thier pockets as they turn thier backs and walk away oblivious or so they say, to the fact that you even exist. But again you feel thier paths and know thier reasons, how can you blame them, anyway its only you they have hurt no one else.Then it hits you that your diferent inside to them, they dont fully understand you thats why your never considered and easily forgot, they dont understand your language, your alone in your life, you have no one to run to. Still your a bigboy next week its your birthday,YOUR 8 YEARS OLD.

one of my poems called " BRIDGES AND RAFTS " let me know if you understand it.

lee — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 07:19:35 GMT

BRIDGES AND RAFTS. sometimes i sit and wonder why, in others around me i can not confide, its not i dont want to or dont need the support, its not that i think theres nothing to be taught. it seems to come from a feeling with in, that i have no control over when it begins, its a sub-consious feeling from deep down inside, they dont understand my thinking the levels to high. if you understand the words truth that read the last line, you'll know im not above them in oppinion of mind, the truth in those words that ive written in ink, has no base in oppinion, its about missing a link. everyone has a ballance inside, at a level i see that no one can hide, good cant exist without the presence of bad, how can you know happiness if you've never known sad. in my understanding we all have two halfs, they either connect with a bridge or one side has a raft, on the outside is our mind thats the origin of sin, on the insides our heart where love does begin. between these two shores is a river so deep, and the flow of the current are the feelings you keep, like the blood of your body it flows through your heart, to loose that connection your brain can not start. the flow of this river that touches both shores, can never be bias as it passes thier doors, its where through your lifetime your feeling are kept, from the levels you smiled to the levels you wept. the river in me i cross everyday, and no bridge or raft gives me my way, i swim in my feeling hopes and fears i do meet, its a natural connection so all currents i beat. to me a bridge is false from the start, what lessons to learn if you miss the main part, to cross your own bridge is only to believe, only the weak that follow will never leave. i dont say its wrong its just how i feel, the love in my heart is not the whole deal, to lead them across is only to preach, to tread water as they pass im able to teach. the ones that build only a raft, can only carry themselves into that half, the crossing of selfishness blinkers thier way, so lessons they waste in lifes everyday. the arnswer to why i feel so alone, is that i live day to day in my own zone, from my river i watch bridges and rafts, but the feeling i get is never to laugh. i build my bridge for others to cross, and guide thier paths from the hurt of my loss, i tell them my feelings in which i do swim, so the lessons i teach come from deep down within.

New year resolution

lee — Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:52:32 GMT

To know the truth is what i seek, To feel the strength within the meek, To know theres something appart from now, To find inner peace to show my self how, To feel the warmth of a love i dont know, To find the place where i must go, To find my true reasons for being on this plain, These are the experiences that im still yet to gain.