Poetry by Pam

In order to be victorious one must be receptive to everything good, hard, easy, and bad accepting the beauty of the challenging Stepping up the ante listening to your heart pursuing inventive goals inspired by more than art In order to be victorious failure is pleasing to the eye because most of all accomplishments come from training yourself to at least try

I imagine if I were to know the specific date of my death that i'd enter a race not caring about the outcome but giving it my best anyway i'd not care who heard me sing or who liked me or who didn't i'd protest and be heard i'd relax and enjoy i'd Exist and redefine the meaning of existence But most importantly i'd want to remember the smell of fresh roses so i'd plant an entire rose garden and dedicate it to life itself

2000 years from now I want you to understand the meaning of life and find a cure for terminal illness don't let me find you in the same spot by the door or i'll wag my index finger and shake my head and talk about you mercilessly because you didn't accomplish what i'd set out to do 2000 years ago.

It wasn't me; it was the dress that punished men giving them just enough to look at but not enough to enjoy. The character flaws in the lace weren't enough to prevent the intent of dissatisfaction. They still pursued. Still attracted to the dress that showed just enough to entice but not enough to invite. It wasn't me; I insist it was the dress because had it been me, they would have known that I couldn't tolerate their suggestiveness. But I refuse to limit my outer appearance to tame them. They'll just have to accept no for an answer.

The day sought to compromise her perfectionist tendencies. Little piles would build serving as constant reminders of her flaws. Comprehension refused to support such acts of disregard. Once again, her entropic desires prevailed compelling her to deny the signs of a never-ending cycle which should have registered failure; instead, it issued a challenge that she could not refuse. She began to walk through the existing barriers with a single rake revealing the beauty of accomplishment.

Posthumously, I enjoyed you more than when you were living because you left behind a different side that I never saw I actually loved that side Your memory gave me a deeper satisfaction than when you were here. I'm less lonely now. I didn't know you at all yet I know you now.

I'll write as long as I have to to get my point across You need to understand that this place will cease to exist and decisions will need to be made time, times, and half a time will come soon be ready the next 9/11 could include you

When the devil offers you something it's not a gift it's bait and the very thing you thought you loved will turn into something you hate be careful what you wish for you just might get it, and fate will suggest it won't take long for you to admit it was a mistake

God knows you aren't interested in the end when you've demonstrated that you didn't care about the beginning.

I saw her beauty in a different way it was not the hair or the polished tip her her manicured nail Not an obvious beauty escalated by the superficial shake of her tail It was captivating like watching the horizon and perplexing like seeing the grand canyon A thief in the night tipping just right Advertising beauty that she didn't have to sell

I choose to fail even though it's something I hate not in the least daunted by the temptations of fate although winning is more pleasant in the end I choose to fail so that I can be a better friend

My dreams carried me to the opened door released a parachute of emotions as if it exists to explore for whom the bell tolls and places where boundaries exist no more And I chose to believe in them instead of all the lies being told paying homage to invictus becoming captain of my soul

Caught up in atmosphere lands on a star looks down and beholds those yet so far Reaches out to hold hands in my grasp so needy; so wanton too ashamed to ask Hopeless souls die young martyred by life's circumstance brought together by fate sparked by this happenstance knowing what I do jumped down from above this is my ministry walking in Christian love together in our eternity seeing eye to eye giving up being comfortable till we meet in the sky

In my youth I paid handsomely for experience I generously gave away my innocence I participated in mundane existence However the night fell and I grew Sleep gave way to mornings I knew Fond realities turned memories as I withdrew I learned to cherish my youthful days and to protect my innocence always adding flavor to existence in marvelous displays Then when night falls and I grow I will welcome rest for now I know realities can be met with purpose also So remember and hold dear all wisdom told then make the best and appreciate as life unfolds and your youth will be a blessing as you grow old

There is a reason why fast food is easy to get It is fast, easy, and cheap Now imagine if all women were like that the price was never too steep We'd all be dropping like flies from the fate of malnourishment and wondering why the results show effortless rapid descent The same person that compromises the "Us" we know and love is the same person not recognizing potential Self awareness doesn't come easy and is not cheap but the price is never too high Many will sacrifice a healthy life to taste foods high in sodium and many women will sacrifice a virtuous life and never know what they could become

Why did God say not yet Why did the teacher say be quiet How did my parents know the truth and commit future knowledge to me aloof When did the stars and planets align and nowhere did I see the signs Then I understood what it all meant the truth, being quiet, no signs, not yet If I knew all there was to know I'd miss the potential to know all that I could know