Wolf

There was a man of color with one dime, who envied another man of color with two nickles?

There was a family who knew struggles, but not everyone in this family made different life choices.

There was a generation of have and have not, and both shared one common interest in what one had or had not; 

There were people who chose marriage, while other people chose a different direction in experiencing relationships. And the end both groups figured out; how important their values & morals eventually complimented if not affected; one another.  

The Information Sharing is not a mission of impossible, so why is communication kept, in confidentiality of who gets what?

REGULAR people wear scars whether their hidden on the inside or out. 

where;

TALENT is what makes us rich rich, and the mindset we use is what manages what we end up with. 

seeking; 

OFF or ON-LINE in our infinite hours of the day watching and buzzing about who doing what in this life; draws the BEE back into the HONEY HIVE a good life of what we say it is.

until we see the plan ahead of ; 

CARRYING extra Weight, is just not always conducive in real life.

      Recognize the real, Tell the truth, Off-set the ignorance, and Carry on as less weight as possible. 

Wish on whoever, but GOD wrote a   BIGGER than man's.
Angela L. 

Neighbor "Foreign & Domestic"

Foreign and Domestic we tried it for ages in attacks rewarded under a curse; for obedient acts. Biblically we remain in our own conclusions. 

Once we put prayer second, after first working through our own actions. The accountability came with being reprimanded for changes; we implemented.

I rose up this morning and spoke to God with a purpose, asking for a moment of silence to process how the words conformed turn into "conflict instead of channels of communication". And we all know that not all of our "faiths & human ways" stagger to align on one page. Regardless of how we engage or live of cohabitation across the page.

God knows we have not been honest to one another in this life, and using the name of God brews up spite. How uncomfortable in knowing our own reasoning of what we have created of more confusion throughout generations, that manages our focus to progress. Believe it or not even the strong at heart grow weary & weak "over-time". And not for one moment in all of my penmanship or acquaintances will I ever discredit "purpose" or direct people in areas that we all struggle in our own transgressions.

We still have moments left on that grandfather clock to digest how we search in one another “Y” the hurt still stems from "words & choices" we attempt to fix in the same places we remain to co-exist among “Foreign & Domestic” confusion.

Some day's we are filled with compassion & sunshine. And in 1 second we're filled with pure hell. So what happened in the (blemishes of our human ways)? Once we make the attempt for progression. Once we feel listening is no longer a requirement & to treat people clueless. And seek the trust of our tireless families and friends to fix in us what remains  of “Y” the struggle is sooo real today; of what it was on yesterday.