Somebody Get Me

Somebody Get Me

By M.R. ClueUin

I'm not a puzzle, I'm not confused.

Why not get to know me, you got

nothing to lose. I'm not brown sugur

I'm not gonna melt. So just try to understand

try to help.

Sumebody get me

Understand who I am.

I leave clues like there

bread crumbs.

My heart on my sleeve is heart felt.

Sometimes people judge. I do too.

But I kept my mouth shut, act like

I don't have a clue. Because what I feel I don't say.

Nobody gets me anyway.

Somebody get me.

Understand who I am.

I see everything you see.

I just have a wider pan.

Sometimes I think strange thoughts

at night wondering if I'm really alright.

Death, disease, disharmony, sometimes

I think; "Is it just me?". I need a sounding board somebody to trust.

Is that asking much?

Somebody get me.

Somebody understand.

I'm only human on the outside.

People make me feel like a

stranger in a strange land.

Somebody get me.

Written on 1/5/2012

Spritual thoughts for St. Patrick's Day and beyond.

Thank you for giving me the Spirit.
By M.A.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

You might think that I'm ungrateful for the things you've given me.
You might think that I take for granted all the blessings you've bestow.
But Lord, Creator, forgive me Ma'am ?Sir but you're wrong and the only way I can tell you so is in this poem song.

I wake up in the morning glad to have another day. Another day, another chance to change my life, to start anew.

Because of the Spirit you have implanted in me at birth I can go on. I can go on despite the troubles that come down on me and the problems that I face. You give me strength to try and achieve my goals. That is the most important thing that you have given to me.

Thank you for giving me the Spirit.
Everyday I'm near it. I feel your grace and your spirit keeps me safe and whole.

I want you to understand that though you don't always verbally hear it. I thank you for the spirit.
For grace and power every day and how, how I do thank you now.