I got one fer ya-- I woke up from a dream a Devil without a cause had a dream of a black chick ,white guy in the background i heard the Party Ode.Today im feeling like a Gangster from the Oldschool.
Listen to this. Inspired by you white guy, back girl..
3 hours agoRebecca Leblanc
Siblings born in Texas state, 2 boys 1 girl, things were great. Father in the navy, California bound, mother followed to San Diego , a naval town. Then one day a baby girl born, 9/6/69 to be exact, then the family moved to Texas, to their home they went back. One day father napped the kids and moved to the Texas coast, a different life they would have to host. Mother was hunting , or maybe not. Neglect and abuse, by the day, the kids got. A life of abuse and neglect, the kids never knew a life perfect. They might have known, if they were ever shown. In a world of abuse and neglect, no one there for them, no one to protect a life of abuse and neglect, the kids were subject. Then one day coming a knock at the door, the police and grandmother, like angels flown. Children beaten and bruised, lying on the floor, no other way of life they had known. A life of abuse and neglect, the kids never knew a world perfect. They just might have known if they were ever shown. So they locked that mother fucker up 5 years behind bars, never taught him right, he never saw stars, never saw the light. 5 years later out of the pen only to get out and do it again. Back that mother fucker got locked, the gasps and dropped jaws, no one should have been shocked. A life of abuse and neglect, the kids never knew of a world perfect. They might have known if they ever were shown. Meanwhile kids grew up, and one by one, left that crazy bitch, so they didn't get more fucked up. Only to join a relationship , suspect, to once again see a pattern of abuse and neglect. One day she awoke, and that horrible pattern she broke. Many years of therapy with doc and the man. It was time for a different life to plan. Now grown with children of her own, the life she had her children will never have known. Hard work and 4 years college with honors down, she's planted her feet firmly on the ground. A life of abuse and neglect. She never knew a life so perfect. She might have known if she were only shown. Now with a beautiful man of 20+ years she's grown, but still can't escape the life she had known. Father out and did it again, only to find his destiny rotting, dying, in the pen. Mother, fucking crazy, tried to help her within, only to realize she would always live in sin. She got sicker by the hour but did not make me lose my power. Further away, my family I'd keep, never losing a minute of sleep. Now with the man my children now call father, my 3 loving boys and a son and daughter from another mothers she's raising, heart, career, and life afire and blazing. A life of abuse and neglect, her duty now to love and protect, from those cruel, sick mother fuckers who take us angels as suckers. So now her cup is not half empty but full, with the world around her sometimes quite cruel. She walks with her head held high and a smile on her face. Her life now full of love, life and grace. Nothing could ever take it's place. Children grown and making a life of their own. More love and kindness she could not have shown. For a life of abuse and neglect has become more like a life perfect. A life she had yearned for. Now she can close the door and be happy forever more, in a cruel world of abuse and neglect. Now the days grow shorter and life not so long, so she sends her story to Kid Rock in a song. So she grows older and watches her grandchildren play in the sand and with a big smile, puts that life behind her and hopes to stay around for a long while! RJL1969 Rebecca LeBlanc Williams June 2,2012. From the girlinredwhiteandblue thanks kid for inspiring me, and doing the things you do.
2 hours agoRebecca Leblanc
Now she helps others trying to recover from a world of abuse and neglect to a life more perefect. One by one they rise with a smile on their face, erecting their lives from a crazy place. Paying forward all the love she had grown to all people, races, and color who knew the life she had known. Now she carries a constant smile on her face and the human kind becomes a better race. She has now found her perfect place without abuse, neglect, that perefect place,
I'm in a writing mood
this is for the constitution....
Freedom
Sent from my iPad
this is for the constitution....
Freedom
41 minutes agoRebecca Leblanc
freedom rings, it never knocks, soldiers march like tunes to hip hop, they never stop, fighting wars like a super cop. Ripping and roaring through the land, fighting wars hand in hand. Giving to us our freedom man as best they can. Yes it's the promise land. Winning wars and dying hard, filling our countries grave yard. Winning hearts of purple and making making hearts of blue, missing their families they give their love to. All for the red white and blue so you all know what to do. Support our sisters and brothers from other mothers and give back to all the others, who support our country, our cities, our lands and reach out with open arms and warm hands. Let's all rock with Kid in the free land and bring our troops home from the sand and put them back in the promise land. So they can greet their wife, kid, or friend and put this ugly war to end. Freedom roc
26 minutes agoRebecca Leblanc
freedom rings , it never knocks, soldier march like tunes to hip hop. They never stop like a super cop. So give your thanks, respect , and love and pray they come back safe to the man above. Pray that no man ever fights over religion, oil, or money and make our country , as Steve Miller would say, sweet as honey. And all man join as one kind, and leave war, fighting, and hatred behind. When Lennon imagined all people as one, he was smart and followed his heart. Imagining all people in piece and love, no devil below us, no God above. But the real world is evil and good and we have more than our hearts telling us what it should. For there is a devil below and a God above and we all should show brotherly love. Whether black, Mexican, Indian , Asian , or White we all fly the country's same kite. A stitch of red, white, and blue which our troops all fought for and died for too. So stay true to the colors that unite us and make us one and may our past mistakes and wars be undone. Freedom rings , it never knocks, soldiers feet march like time clocks. Life's time keeps ticking, under God, in one nation, may we all keep kicking. For freedom rings it never knocks. That's what Kid tells us when he rocks. May it never stop. May it never stop.
From you know who, rjl1969 thegirlinredwhiteandblue. June 2,2012. Rebecca Ja'nean LeBlanc Williams.
What do ya think?
Amateurish, I know, but hey that's why they pay you. Use it but I want a royalty. Ya know for the queen , a little booty. Oh , I mean bounty. Oops.
booty, bounty, it's all the same. Same name, same game , ain't a damn thing changed.
see what ya did? I've got to get something besides rhymes done around here. Only have 2 days off.
see ya, and would not! Want to be ya. I like privacy.
You never met another girl quite like me, no no never, never ever, never ever met another quite like me, hey , you never, ever..... Hey it's not all about you...hahahaha...snif..hahahaha..whatever!
Listen to this. Inspired by you white guy, back girl..
3 hours agoRebecca Leblanc
Siblings born in Texas state, 2 boys 1 girl, things were great. Father in the navy, California bound, mother followed to San Diego , a naval town. Then one day a baby girl born, 9/6/69 to be exact, then the family moved to Texas, to their home they went back. One day father napped the kids and moved to the Texas coast, a different life they would have to host. Mother was hunting , or maybe not. Neglect and abuse, by the day, the kids got. A life of abuse and neglect, the kids never knew a life perfect. They might have known, if they were ever shown. In a world of abuse and neglect, no one there for them, no one to protect a life of abuse and neglect, the kids were subject. Then one day coming a knock at the door, the police and grandmother, like angels flown. Children beaten and bruised, lying on the floor, no other way of life they had known. A life of abuse and neglect, the kids never knew a world perfect. They just might have known if they were ever shown. So they locked that mother fucker up 5 years behind bars, never taught him right, he never saw stars, never saw the light. 5 years later out of the pen only to get out and do it again. Back that mother fucker got locked, the gasps and dropped jaws, no one should have been shocked. A life of abuse and neglect, the kids never knew of a world perfect. They might have known if they ever were shown. Meanwhile kids grew up, and one by one, left that crazy bitch, so they didn't get more fucked up. Only to join a relationship , suspect, to once again see a pattern of abuse and neglect. One day she awoke, and that horrible pattern she broke. Many years of therapy with doc and the man. It was time for a different life to plan. Now grown with children of her own, the life she had her children will never have known. Hard work and 4 years college with honors down, she's planted her feet firmly on the ground. A life of abuse and neglect. She never knew a life so perfect. She might have known if she were only shown. Now with a beautiful man of 20+ years she's grown, but still can't escape the life she had known. Father out and did it again, only to find his destiny rotting, dying, in the pen. Mother, fucking crazy, tried to help her within, only to realize she would always live in sin. She got sicker by the hour but did not make me lose my power. Further away, my family I'd keep, never losing a minute of sleep. Now with the man my children now call father, my 3 loving boys and a son and daughter from another mothers she's raising, heart, career, and life afire and blazing. A life of abuse and neglect, her duty now to love and protect, from those cruel, sick mother fuckers who take us angels as suckers. So now her cup is not half empty but full, with the world around her sometimes quite cruel. She walks with her head held high and a smile on her face. Her life now full of love, life and grace. Nothing could ever take it's place. Children grown and making a life of their own. More love and kindness she could not have shown. For a life of abuse and neglect has become more like a life perfect. A life she had yearned for. Now she can close the door and be happy forever more, in a cruel world of abuse and neglect. Now the days grow shorter and life not so long, so she sends her story to Kid Rock in a song. So she grows older and watches her grandchildren play in the sand and with a big smile, puts that life behind her and hopes to stay around for a long while! RJL1969 Rebecca LeBlanc Williams June 2,2012. From the girlinredwhiteandblue thanks kid for inspiring me, and doing the things you do.
2 hours agoRebecca Leblanc
Now she helps others trying to recover from a world of abuse and neglect to a life more perefect. One by one they rise with a smile on their face, erecting their lives from a crazy place. Paying forward all the love she had grown to all people, races, and color who knew the life she had known. Now she carries a constant smile on her face and the human kind becomes a better race. She has now found her perfect place without abuse, neglect, that perefect place,
I'm in a writing mood
this is for the constitution....
Freedom
Sent from my iPad
this is for the constitution....
Freedom
41 minutes agoRebecca Leblanc
freedom rings, it never knocks, soldiers march like tunes to hip hop, they never stop, fighting wars like a super cop. Ripping and roaring through the land, fighting wars hand in hand. Giving to us our freedom man as best they can. Yes it's the promise land. Winning wars and dying hard, filling our countries grave yard. Winning hearts of purple and making making hearts of blue, missing their families they give their love to. All for the red white and blue so you all know what to do. Support our sisters and brothers from other mothers and give back to all the others, who support our country, our cities, our lands and reach out with open arms and warm hands. Let's all rock with Kid in the free land and bring our troops home from the sand and put them back in the promise land. So they can greet their wife, kid, or friend and put this ugly war to end. Freedom roc
26 minutes agoRebecca Leblanc
freedom rings , it never knocks, soldier march like tunes to hip hop. They never stop like a super cop. So give your thanks, respect , and love and pray they come back safe to the man above. Pray that no man ever fights over religion, oil, or money and make our country , as Steve Miller would say, sweet as honey. And all man join as one kind, and leave war, fighting, and hatred behind. When Lennon imagined all people as one, he was smart and followed his heart. Imagining all people in piece and love, no devil below us, no God above. But the real world is evil and good and we have more than our hearts telling us what it should. For there is a devil below and a God above and we all should show brotherly love. Whether black, Mexican, Indian , Asian , or White we all fly the country's same kite. A stitch of red, white, and blue which our troops all fought for and died for too. So stay true to the colors that unite us and make us one and may our past mistakes and wars be undone. Freedom rings , it never knocks, soldiers feet march like time clocks. Life's time keeps ticking, under God, in one nation, may we all keep kicking. For freedom rings it never knocks. That's what Kid tells us when he rocks. May it never stop. May it never stop.
From you know who, rjl1969 thegirlinredwhiteandblue. June 2,2012. Rebecca Ja'nean LeBlanc Williams.
What do ya think?
Amateurish, I know, but hey that's why they pay you. Use it but I want a royalty. Ya know for the queen , a little booty. Oh , I mean bounty. Oops.
booty, bounty, it's all the same. Same name, same game , ain't a damn thing changed.
see what ya did? I've got to get something besides rhymes done around here. Only have 2 days off.
see ya, and would not! Want to be ya. I like privacy.
You never met another girl quite like me, no no never, never ever, never ever met another quite like me, hey , you never, ever..... Hey it's not all about you...hahahaha...snif..hahahaha..whatever!
I still laugh my ass off when
I still laugh my ass off when I read toward the bottom after the wtf phillipino story that came out of no where. That is some funny shit and I amuse myself but I did realize that he won the game but somehow they kept playing for free throws and shit. I swear I didn't smoke anything. I never inhaled.
Sweet emmottions!
Sweet emmottions!
Thanks u guys. I really don't
Thanks u guys. I really don't write, or shall I say I haven't in many years. Ever so often I get in a mood , usually when I'm down, frustrated or something tragic has happened, and it just flows. Sometimes I am just inspired by a song, act, or something I see and I forget the words before I write them down but I captured my thoughts this time and that is what I came up with. Not that I could actually put the words to music or sing them or anything. I leave that to others.lol. I do love to sing Patsy Kline though, or is that Cline? My writing is more like poems than lyrics but I guess that's how a lot of songs start out. I enjoy rap rites stuff too. It provokes my thoughts. More than anyone though, Kid provokes my thoughts. I love people who are real and say what they feel because so many people are afraid to speak their minds due to being concerned about what people might say or think. Real people aren't afraid of who they are and how they are portrayed because everyone is going to have their own perception anyway. Although I think there are times when some people should put a filter on it because there is a difference between real and obnoxious . Anyway thanks. Ive enjoyed it. ;)
Awesome stuff RJL. I have to
Awesome stuff RJL. I have to say I'm somewhat humbled. I'll have to step it up. Stay tuned.
I think spitting rhyme off
I think spitting rhyme off the top of your head is a skill. I cannot do it. Enjoy reading everyones work.
I like the name you use
I like the name you use msbehavin. I wanted misdemeanor but it was already taken. I almost used my birthday because it is the same forward as it is backward 9/6/69- kinda neat because that doesn't happen to often. My husband and mines wedding date was 8/8/08 even though we've been together 23 years. It's funny because I went to get our tags for our trucks and got bf8 0088 and bf8 0089. Thought that was kinda funny but I drive my challenger now and he has just about taken over my truck so we don't match anymore.:(
I kinda write my songs like
I kinda write my songs like Bobbie, they usually are connected to me somehow and or the reality as I see it of the world. The world according to Garth huh! Was it Garth ? Or Garp?
I would like to accept this
I would like to accept this honor of being a badass and I would like to thank my family for supporting my badass attitude, God for giving me this badass nature, my coworkers for helping me obtain the badass personality, and last but not least, the Kid Rock fans and Kid Rock himself for bringing the badass term to life and giving it new meaning. Thank you all. Mwwahhh! Just kidding. Is that a good thing cause I know it is when it refers to Kid but I don't know if that , for me, is a compliment or a knock. Hmmm? I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If being, sweet, nice, compassionate, thoughtful, loving, a humanitarian, funny, and sometimes weird makes me a badass, then badass it is! I'll take that.
And ~Yes it does Shirlee :-)
And ~Yes it does Shirlee :-)
I guess when Bob talks about
I guess when Bob talks about a "big dysfunctional Family" He's referring to fans like us-- RJL :-)--lol
When I wrote my rhyme down last night----I was talking about 2 people ~in no way related to my business----I was just inspired by them. So I started to write---that's all.
And the Badass Award goes too
And the Badass Award goes too,...RJL1969
Wasn't attack. I was
Wasn't attack. I was referring to the wtf post before I started writing talking about some phillipino basketball player and it made me think of a wonderful time with my boys that I posted about and then you wrote a song and I was asking you if you knew what the hell the phillipino post was all about and then was saying I could write some words to the song you were writing. I do it all the time. I especially respond to rap rite who posts a lot of tunes. Not a knock honey. I'm not that kind. I'm sweet, generous, and quite the comedian but I don't knock or judge people or am not on here to burst people's bubbles unless the fuck with Kid then I'd givem a lil hell. Sorry if it was taken the wrong way. Just trying to figure out why someone would post some shit about something that had to do with nothing that was being posted . Ie the basketball player and the phillipino model? Too funny
By the way, mine would never
By the way, mine would never tell me what to do and I'm the one that counts the money, that's the way I roll honey. He calls me sweet and asks me for dinner what I want to eat then before bed rubs my feet. I think he's kinda neat. 23 years passed and still for the ride along, passionate, playful, and strong. I know I didn't choose wrong. I think I'll just keep hopping along because he's always singing my song. Says he'll stay until I'm fat old and gray and I try to keep that day far away. I keep it real, I keep it fresh. Our souls intertwine like mesh. I'm his soul mate and he's mine and he always keeps me feeling fine. I love his and he loves my style. Think I'll keep him around for a long while. Until I push his wheelchair along side mine. We'll be fine, yes we'll be fine. He's mine all mine.
I'm done--I am sorry :-(
I'm done--I am sorry :-(
Good night
What? What the fuck are you
What? What the fuck are you sayin?
You attacked me--so i came back. So now You don't like it?
Referring to post, calm that
Referring to post, calm that d kitty. I don't speak fillipino but I pretty much think that it was saying that she's nit ready to be tied down to the basketball player and I'm not sure what that has to do with my tunes. As well I was graciously offering to cowrite a tune. Don't know what your thinking but your name fits.
Ohhhh--girl---
Ohhhh--girl---
Fuck with me--You're fuckin with someone straight out the ~D
South Dearborn Heights--right next to Taylor----
My Kitty doesn't just purr---
When I pounce.
I nail ~err :-)
Msbehaven, did you get
Msbehaven, did you get anything in that post? I almost google fucking foreign language. The curiosity is killing the kitty and I could add some words to that little ditty, Missy. Lmaoritf!
~Lol--oh--boy---do I have
~Lol--oh--boy---do I have some material for a song---I'm thinking I will never write it tho---
Here's the ~intro------
~"Think Like A Man--Fuck'em Like A Ho"~
~"Tell Us What To Do---But Count Our Money--"
~"This IS How It Is----Didn't You Know?
~"Lesser Than You--Stronger Than Most--"
~"Be Carefull judging the one writing this post :-)~
Sorry, I'm laughing my ass
Sorry, I'm laughing my ass off thinking what the fuck was that previous post so I had to post my own. It's funny because it reminds me when my boys were little I could never get them to go to bed unless I read a story to them and they loved goose bumps books , so we would read them every night and each boy would have to make up an ending to the story and I have to say they came up with some pretty funny shit.. I mean stuff and we would all laugh til we were almost crying sometimes and then they would go right to bed without arguments or drinks of water or I need to go to the bathroom type stuff. They still remember til this day and laugh and they are grown. We also used to see who could make up the stupidest...oops most stupid song and they still give me hell about those but we had fun. Thanks whoever wrote that off the wall shit. You just took me back to a beautiful time. Still don't know WTF your talking about but thanks anyway. Or even thanks if you were trying to keep my posts at the top. Either way thanks. Hope it's not some weird subliminal message or some shit. Not being paranoid or anything. I used to be schizophrenic but we are ok now. Haha... Medical field joke. Uh huh funny I know.
WTF? Huh? Scooby Doo , rut
WTF? Huh? Scooby Doo , rut roh, IDFK! Go figure and then she smacked his ass with the ball , exclaiming yes, yes, yes and his reply oh, no and then he smacked her with the ball and pinged it off her big ass , bouncing it in for an amazing 3 pointer to win the game. The crowd roared and went wild. She backed that ass up in a defensive effort and turned for a jump shot but the ball slid and instead hit him in the pecker causing a technical for which he got to shoot 3 for cause it was flagrant or was that fragrant. Hell, anyways he goes to the free throw line and misses pinging that ugly bitch in the giant nose this time, only to bounce off and make the free throw. He steps up again as everyone is holding up their brick house signs and so she sticks her chest out thinking the crowd is talking about her and distracts him and he misses the free-throw and plows that bitch in the chest this time, deflating her left boob. Oh, the crowd gasps and he regains the ball and his composure and goes for the 3rd and pings the other boob this time, deflating it also, sending her flying like a balloon that just came untied and she flies across the court hitting him straight in the chest and laying that mf out and shes on top. The crowd stands to their feet and he starts to wake up only to see her staring him in the face as he projectile vomits straight up. Ooh! Ewwh! That's gotta hurt. She licks her lips and says I love you baby and I will marry you and he says the same but states that he will have to arrange an appt for the plastic surgeon before the wedding because she's some kinda ugly bitch and she needed new boobs too and they lived happily ever after. The end. This was brought to you by..... Wait for it....... WTF?
MANILA, Philippines --
MANILA, Philippines -- Actress-host Valerie Concepcion admitted her boyfriend basketball player Dondon Hontiveros had already proposed<a href="http://www.affixwatches.com/">Replica Watches</a>
marriage but said she is not yet ready to get hitched.
In an interview with morning show "KrisTV," which aired on Monday, Concepcion said Hontiveros, who plays for Petron at the Philippine Basketball Association, popped the question during their recent "cool-off" period.
"Bago kami nagkabalikan, 'yun ang kinukulit niya sa akin, 'yung kasal. Kaso ako naman 'yung natupe. Hindi pa ako ready. Hindi ko alam kung sinabi niya to win me back o gusto na niya, hindi ko pa alam," Concepcion said.
"Pero sinabi ko sa kanya na hindi pa ako ready. Kung magbabalikan tayo, tignan natin kung mapupunta doon. Pero sa ngayon hindi pa," Concepcion added.
The actress admitted that it was she who called for a "time-out" from their relationship, which lasted for three months, from November 2011 to February this year.
Concepcion said this was because she needed some space.
It was in October last year that Hontiveros and Concepcion went public with their relationship when they attended the fifth Star Magic Ball.
Do, ta, do, ta do,
Do, ta, do, ta do,
I just love being on top!
I just love being on top!
I'm going to keep posting to
I'm going to keep posting to the forefront everyday to keep me at the top, Kid, until you read my hip hop. Ideas?
N to the o, I'm here to let
N to the o, that means maybe., Y to e to the s , yes, I am a real hot mess, baby. Digress never, kick it forever, whenever I'm feeling clever as ever. Happy smile, kick it style, dancing, singing, and hanging for a while. Never kicking it back to the Kid, only rocking it like he did. Behold the feeling of older, keeping it moving so it don't grow colder, I know, you know, rocking it fast and hitting it slow, always early to every damn show, gotta go for the mojo. Hitting not to the left or to the right but smack down the middle and feeling it tight. Living it, loving it, all in one night. Shaking it high , shaking it low, working that body nice and slow. Don't hit it or lick it just come on baby, smack it and get it. Swirling and twirling , bend it but don't break it, ride it, roll it and just keep shaking it . Wiggle it, fake it, take it, and jiggle it. Shaking it high, shaking it low, work that body now nice and slow. Not wet from the water, not wet from the rain, slicker than willy feeling no pain. Some for tomorrow, some for today, I like every other way and every other day. Hot like the fire not like the taste, never let any of the good stuff go to waste. Shaking it high, shaking it low, work that body nice and slow. Slow down about to have a ho down, hold back, stop that, got to slow down. Rework it and rewind that, get it going again and purring like a cat. Got it going where it's at, gotta make em know that. Volcano is erupting . Your love is corrupting. Gotta go slow, volcanoes gonna blow, don't shake it high, don't shake it low, work that body nice and slow, there u go ,here I go. Oh know! Now slow my roll.
Rebecca LeBlanc Williams 6/7/2012
Actually concert tickets with
Actually concert tickets with an autograph and meet and greet would be nice. Oh yeah, and creds to you know who, thegirlinredwhiteblue . I'm not your friend as we have never met, it's only personality through your songs that I get. If we were friends it might be different. As far as relationships in friends go, I only have a signed guitar/ picture, not of me with u, and some ticket stubs and tshirts to show. So Billy being a friend so true, did what all friends should do. I would have liked to have said we were friends but I've never met you and you not me so how could we call our selves friends you see? Maybe some day we will meet when you are passing my way. Oh, what a wonderful , wonderful day, when friends stop and play. For friends not matter where they are at, are always there to stay.rjl1969
Ok , now I've got to quit
Ok , now I've got to quit this shit and get ready to go back to the machine tomorrow. Running back and forth between offices. Hmmm, I'm already tired. Just had to get my thoughts out before they expired. I did these all in one day, I'm not sure I like it when my mind works this way. It is usually like my garden, when I've feel tattered and torn, when the beauty of words are born. Like the flower Ive been tattered and torn, multiple surgeries, hard life, of which beauty was born. I hope I can inspire others, especially my brother from another mother, so unlike any other but much the same. I believe Kid Rock is his stage name. Good night all and to the band keep trucking , and too all those haters ,I believe Kid has a dick that needs sucking. Excuse that French . Poly vu France. Wee, wee! :)
It's funny that such good
It's funny that such good things come from such hard times. I've been working 60-70 hrs a week without any breaks on the weekends because I'm reviewing charts and doing assessments. My husband working 18 hrs overtime or more sometimes we see each other passing through the door or when he's not at work or school. Yet we have both found time to talk about our ideas, inventions , and pending patents and try to be excited the day when we get to kick back and spend time together. I said fuck it, this weekend and fuck em if they can't take a joke. Haha huh? I had to chill and reflect my emotions no longer can I neglect. I'm exhausted, especially from catching up with my husband but it is of the good kind, the kind that frees my mind. It clears his head too, if it didn't he probably would have blew. Thanks Kid for giving us this site to do. We love you and yours too.
I was in my garden and much
I was in my garden and much to my surprise, a beautiful site before my eyes. Up from the tattered leaves a flower grew, beautiful bright colors shining through. From such a tattered tragedy, beauty grew, the flower never knowing the pain the leaves knew. Yet joined together in perfect hue and stature high, the tattered leaves pushed the lovely flower to the sky. And though the beauty of the leaves the flower surpassed, the leaves would be the ones that, although torn, stood last. And til the next year the leaves grew fast, another beautiful flower blooming at last. So out of tragedy , grew beauty. The leaves never feeling it was their duty. Like beautiful roses they were adorned, yet tattered, torn, and fully thorned. T.I. Once said in a song how could they ever know right, had they not known wrong. So the gardens lesson is that there is always good with the bad and bad with the good, pushing us to do the things we should. Cause life is but a garden, tattered leaves, flowers uprising and life's tragedies can be quite cruel yet quite suprising. So pick yourself up, wipe yourself off and look to the garden and above and find life's true beauty , peace, and love. For the leaves die and flowers bright colors fade and all we have to remember is the garden we made. Life's garden by Rebecca Ja'nean LeBlanc Williams 6/2/2012.
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