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Why you taking--- all those drugs?
your brain will turn--- to slowing slugs.
now what this means--- you must know well,
losing sight of whats real--- ur soon in hell
you fight and you steal--- ur a lieing cheat,
back in highschool--- you thought this was sweet,
now what have you missed--- all the time that you wasted,
just starving your brain--- with drugs that you've tasted.
at the time ur alright--- well thats what you think,
but now gazing in the mirror--- lifes outta sync
about all the good things that could be done.
drugs aint one of em' sure they may be fun,
but someday ur depressed and you dont know why,
you take a look at life and decide to cry.
its not even you anymore,
your heart is sore,
please tell me why you made ur brain a whore,
and still all you do is lust for more.
to all the dumb drugs that are fun for an hour,
just remember this, you'll soon be sour.
Jesse C
The Proclamation
He stands in the shadow of my life
Unknown, but obvious in his alluring existence
At every turn he appears, dark yet luminous
A projection of powerful guidance and faith
He reveres the fallen, the lost, and the broken
Extending compassion and concern
The minds of opposition, unknowingness and doubt intervene
Only to be turned back by fierce determination and conviction
Success is imminent through a devotion and unselfishness
Unequivocally surmounted by truthfulness and grace
Disclosure is secured with precision
His strength revived from adversity and affliction
Convincingly, he does not stand alone
For many have assurance and place confidence in him
Sandy t
Inspired by Paul Christie
BE REAL
In this time in your life
Look, see with acute, aware eyes
What the devil will try to disguise,
He quells your fears and worries
on the leaves of a plant,
And your mind will slowly begin to recant.
He embraces you with the nectar of Ambrose
In a falsely induced state of repose.
Your mind slowly loses its thought
Your senses blur and swirl in a blot
And evil entities come to steal your will
They enter your thoughts in the shape of a pill.
Sometimes liquid, sometimes smoke,
Your feelings are becoming more and more remote.
Then one day you wake up and kind of can tell
That the feelings you ran from then
Would now serve you well.
You can't even feel laughter, sadness or joy on your own
You're blank and a corpse unless you get stoned.
You serve the chemical - you're under a spell.
The Liar trapped you in his drug-dependent hell.
Your Creator is still willing to bring you back
and ransom your mind from the cobwebs of crack.
There's a war waged in the heavens for your eternal soul
Your mind is the door through which it must go.
The only way to regain your life is to lose IT
and let those feelings return.
Your life is a lesson you have to learn.
Your mind is designed for feelings, ideas prayers and love.
Engineered and exquisitely passioned by your Maker above.
It can't be improved by upsetting its chemistry....
The way it is - is the way it's meant to be.
So be mad, sad, glad, afraid, brave, content.....
But however you feel.....Be real, be real, be real.
By Eileen
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Dear Paul
I am in grade 9 at Saint Thomas More.. and you spoke at my school today. When i walked into the assembly, I was tired so I figured that i would just sleep through the assembly.. but then you started talking, and it got me interested... quite honestly, i have never heard anything like this, or such a story being told.
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