poem/thank god for you

                                    Thank God for you
  Thank God for you,good friend of mine Seldom is friendship such as thine:
How very much I wish to be as helpful as you have been to me.
         Thank God for you.

When I recall from time to time how you inspired this heart of mine.
 I find myself inclined to pray God bless my friend this very day.
                 Thank God for you.

Of many prayer quests,one thou art,on whom I ask God to impart
Rich blessings from his storehouse rare,
And grant to you his gracious care.
     Thank God for you.

So often as the throne of grace,there comes a picture of your face,
And then instinctively I pray,
That God may guide you all the way,
          Thank God For You.

Some day I hope with you to stand before the throne at Gods right hand.
And say to you at Journeys end,
Praise God,you have been to me a friend.

Poem Why I am Mad Author unknown

I was born to the system I admit I broke the rules I did the opposite of what the law said I could do. They gave me a plea.I didn"t bring the guns & drugs to the neighborhood.
but you say they got it from me.Now I am in the building switching from cell to cell.
With wired gates/can"t stay up late visits only on weekends,I can"t wait locks they switch from a switch room 1/2 meal on my plate. four walls and a toilet by my head,by the sink,bythe bed.
its like I am looking in a mirror or a photo of me.Why I am trapped with everyone who looks like I do.They say we all look a Like,are supposed too? yes I miss my moms,my pops,everyone who was around me,especially my heart.besides my counsellor and a cellmate,she been here from the start.High phone bills we put on family and friends. some bids never end.
I get to thinking bad,but my composer I must keep.Oh what I would do to see the day that I leave.I got to make it back to them streets.
Until all are free_______________We are all imprisoned
UNKnown POET.

until next time / High Roller signing off Sunday 4/8/12 11:06 pm

R.I.P. TRAYVON MARTIN



NO JUSTICE NO PEACE NO JUSTICE NO PEACE





High Roller/Lady Poetry/Lady Honey ATL.

prayer by the late C.W.IVEY

Father I am trying to be as you were in life. to God,to my family,to my mother and
friends. Dear Lord I thank you for the many blessings that you have let me have over
the years.There are so many people that do not thank the lord for all the blessings that
you lay upon us.That is why my Father prayed so hard that we may follow him and also
believe in him..............................
BY C.W. IVEY