poem by karma!

*(A GIFT FROM GOD)*
BY:KARMA MZRED

2 PEOPLE THINK I'M CRAZY
I THANK (GOD) 4 MY GIFT
EVEN WITH THIS DEMON INSIDE ME (MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS)
ACT UP EVERYDAY I STILL HAVE MY GIFT FROM (GOD)
LIFE HAS IT'S UPS ,YES IT HAS IT'S DOWN
IT HAS GIVEN ME THE ABILITY
2 LAUGH THROUGH ALL THE FROWNS
AND THE TIMES I WANTED 2 GIVE UP
MY GIFT FROM (GOD) IS A TREASURE
I CELEBRATE EVERYDAY
I LIVE MY LIFE AS BEST AS I CAN,HELP OTHERS ON MY WAY
IT IS A CHALLENGE LIVING WITH (MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS)
ACCEPT IT AND NO MATTER WHAT FORM IT TAKES
BUT IT'S A NEW LIFE
BUT I TRULY LEARNED HOW 2 LIVE WITH (MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS)
UR LIFE IS NOT OVER

via Lisa Morris

MS makes it's attack on me
Whack after whack, oh where can I flee?
My body feels weak, my movements so slow,
I duck and I dive to avoid the next blow,
It beats me up. I'm black and blue,
Nine rounds with Mike Tyson,
how many more can I do?
My body is numb, I start to shake,
Please Rescue me, I need a break!
But no one hears my desperate plea,
So I have to search inside of me,

I reach inside, what can I find?
A Will to Live and Strength of Mind,
I am so determined to Survive,
To Live my Life, to Stay Alive,

So this torture I must withstand,
With Faith I'll find a helping hand,
Deep inside myself I find a Strength,
To help me swim that extra length,
My stubbornness drives me from within,
To continue my search and Never Give In,

So I ride the storm. The skies WILL clear,
I KNOW that sunshine will appear,
And my sinking feet in the Quick-Sand,
Will find themselves on Solid Ground,
and Gingerly I'll get back on my feet,
For I will Never Accept defeat!

© Sylvia Brown, April 2000

poem from Karma

(THE BEAST)

You can cry all the tears in your eyes
until all tears are wept.
You can rest all the hours of the day
until all sleep is slept.

You can talk all the words that you know
until all words are told.
You can fight tooth and nail with your will,
hold your head up so bold.

You can take all the drugs on the shelf,
jab your skin till it's raw.
You can spend all the cash in your bank
on a miracle cure.

You can bury your head in some game,
hide a while - for a day.
You can lift up your head to the sky,
find some hope, you can pray.

You can learn all the facts you can find -
all the books you can buy.
You can drink all the booze in the bar,
drain the bottles all dry.

Still the beast feeds itself on your brain
and it won't go away.
And it is you, my friend, understand
that the beast's here to stay.

It's not over for you, not this time,
and you've still much to give.
And there's still so much love in your heart
and so much life to live.

And the beast won't define you at all,
you must be who you are.
In your soul there's a spirit of love
so just make it go far.