Kimble Psalms
Prayer of a Psalmist
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Sometimes I feel like there is no way out of this stronghold, bending over backwards to help those who in return spit in my face. When I cry and lift my hands it is only the person inside that understands the deepest sadness that governs me. My pastor says God is the way and he will supply all of your needs, but how can God make anything out of this disaster and where could I possibly be after this storm. Will there ever be a change? For so long I’ve sat in the back of church pretending to listen, watching others rejoice. What could they possibly have that makes them so happy, what gives them the right? I have been called so many things and put on the spot as an idol for evil and wickedness. Could I pray for you? No leave me alone, nothing ever happens. I wonder why God allows me to go through so much; people who have never accepted Christ are doing so much better than those who have. The same story unfolds when others tell me to be strong, but I want to know when my time will come. I feel your pain, they say but fail to give me proof; I see no tears, nor do I see them holding the one spot that has been neglected, torn, and abused. I’m so tired of coming to church and leave in the same condition, what will it take to get help? Every time I leave church, I leave alone. When I step into my home, I am alone, and when I lay down, I am alone. No one cares as long as they are blessed in return for being good Samaritans. Open the bible and read Psalms 6:6, Mathews 27:7, or just read; will it take back all that I have been through? How can reading the bible give me a way out? I am ready to give up but feel there is a way, I just haven’t found it. In those times when my bills are too high, my car has been towed, and someone close to me died, where was God. Was he just watching as the enemy invaded my home and took everything I ever had, including those things that used to keep me so close to the cross?
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Somewhere in this world is my place. A comfortable, yet giving place where I belong. When I close my eyes, I envision myself painting a new world with a sword and paper--recreating life the way I dream it to be. I'll fall so deep into narrative that I actually believe it's real--even go as far as to live the plots and scenes out loud. Someday...It will live. I feel only the fret of running out of paper--hear only waves of my thoughts. I'll swim to the nearest city and build a ship to set sail limitless possibilities. Nothing is impossible, irrational, or untouchable. I'll write my own checks and sign my name. The wisdom for my story derive from fact and the idea to write swirls carelessly around in thin air. I'll paint the world a distinctive color. Blue! Orange! No--green! Yes--green. Where I belong. I won't get shunned aside and pinned by bullies or picked last in basketball. I'll never have to stand in line to receive a ticket for the biggest show of them all. Like in the movies--the hero get's the girl--I'll be free-dancing around madly. I'll create buildings and blow them to shreds. Take breathe away and give new meanings to death. The way I envision is solemnly the way I dream it will be.
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Patient IN: 2274 DD Form 215 has been issued to provide missing information regarding patients inability to comply with Asylum regulations and standard. Patient assumed to be incompetent and apprehensive, approach with caution. Lethal force has been authorize and highly encouraged. Solitary confinement is advised and used as permanent living condition. (Kicker, possible escape, suicide watch) Nearest Relative (Name and address - include zip code) Unknown Best Known affiliations: (Name in which patient goes by) Anty Kimble Station where separated: Sunnyvale, Asylum Ward IN - 08640-5089 Patient's Note: I can't remember what day it is or what constitutes as a balance meal these days but I'm sure I had about three cigarettes and two cups of coffee this morning. After high school I spent four long years crash testing my way around the Army and measuring-up to a career as a journalist, but finding it hard painting it on paper. Over time, I embellished the world one word at a time and Kimble Psalms helped me do it. Recently I have been working on a deliciously-flavored horror fantasy. I've been adding words slowly and making it more realistic rather than unbalanced or mythical.