A. Comeaux - Peace of Mine

Peace
of
Mine

Special Limited Edition

by
A Comeaux

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First published by AuthorHouse 03/09/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4567-3621-7 (sc)

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A Paradox: Prose of Love and Lack thereof original hand-painted art designed exclusively for kd Comeaux by S. Lovell

Ciara speaks courtesy of the most beautiful friendship known to my life. Thank you, I love you, grateful to write with you.

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To my Sun,

Gods greatest extension of His love for me

Note to Reader from Writer:

Id like to first thank you for delving into my heart, thoughts and 1 st effort to put them together to make sense of it all!

But you must know a little about my writing style so as to gain as much pleasure and comprehension out of my work as I intend for you to obtain.

I use the word peace as in piece because each extension of my attempt to seek and reach peace is in my work. Writing is my peace. It is the peace that is me! And this collection is a collage of my peace and sometimes lack thereof.

Go with me.

There are peaces in here that have little to no punctuation. Its just how I write at times and felt this approach fit the peace best. At these times, look for Capital letters even in the middle of a sentence; this will invoke a new thought or at least the break up of the last sentence to assist in you pacing yourself and keeping the rhythm of the peace.

Lets practice:

Shes wounded Shes broken and bruised But shes trying to recover from a love that turned to abuse And its no use Crying or to try to make it work The song say love is sweet but no one ever mentioned it hurt Now shes in pain and in her heart theres such disdain So her soul bleeds tears of a

Lost Loves Rain

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Table of Contents

Butafly Dove

A heart so young and passion filled

To throb so sweet and softly killed.

A mind in a zone with a twilight thought

They spin all around like a Butafly caught.

A body turned temple to a dome of love

With a heart that beats mentally like a

Butafly Dove.

I Am A Writer

For You

Rev 1:19 Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter;

I write for fatherless children husbandless mothers and women misused I know what that feels like That burning in your heart that never quite feels right. I write for the wounded and broken in spirit Those beautiful souls silenced by pain and only kindred spirits hear it. I write for the lost where no place is home So like beautiful butaflies in the streets they roam. I write for daughters who look to they baby daddy for a father when he share that void too. I write for those looking for someone to love them Not realizing true love starts within You. I write for those who cant articulate their heartbreak but speak loudly with sexual actions Trying to fix an internal problem with an outside solution will never bring forth true satisfaction and it Shouldnt surprise you what a girl without self-lovell do for a little attention Taking looking for love in all the wrong places-to another dimension. I write for those who find solace in the bottom of orange bottles or in the arms of the same sex of another. I know. I knowAnd though, no I cant save you from any spirit that plagued you I know the God that delivered me is the same one that made You much more than brokenness could ever break you Hell retrieve you from wherever you let that life take you. I wrote this for those who had life sucked right out of em whether figuratively by them streets Money cars and bros or clinically through a hose Them ones who been told, I aint ready to be daddy! quicker than you can put on your clothes For ladies who had names picked out and remember back like the baby wouldve been how old? I write because I know what it feels like to wanna jump ship When youre drowned in emotional despair like those slits really dont Scream you wanna call it quits but

Subliminally suggest your heart hurt so bad you had to distract it with an outside fix

I dont write because I dont have nothing else to do. I write cause Im trying to get something to You. I write to get loose those hung from a self-afflicted noose For You who begging to hear your story out of somebody elses mouth. I got you. Im a writer and this is what I do. For my son my rising Sun my 2 nd shot at life It matters not what I left but that I end up right You see I write because I learned that pain pills dont heal heart ache, and no matter how loud the holla Theres nothing louder than the shatter of a heartbreak, Im writing for you. With my pens dukes up, in a verbal match of fisticuffs Im fighting for You. I write for those who been there and those who went back Those who are there now and have no knowledge of where theyre at. I write because pain has lead me to bottles Ive drowned in But it was in my Highs low that my inner hope was found in So I dig from there where they say the gut is and I choked hurt abrogated confusion and killed self-hate for causing all this emotional ruckus and I wrote my Sanitys Plea. I write so vehemently due to the degree of love, joy, pain, and praise within me. I Write like my life depends on it I swear by my journal and college ruled blue lines because my pens on it. I write like its my prescription for a good nights rest, my personal cheat sheet for lifes unpredictable test. I write because I have questions the average mind cant reply like How can I be chosen to give Spiritual birth when my inner demons tempt me daily to abort or

What happens to my innocent passions if Im called to teach and bring the Word forth Im a Writer and I do this for Life Its like my mind had an extreme makeover You can say my thoughts been under the knife Like my fingers held my laptop hostage in a talented hostile takeover My my words been over taken by verbs Ive never heard of in my life!

With juxtaposing views, past pain and present blues Some take it out on themselves I take a vengeance with penmanship You settle your lifes differences however you choose So I penned this peace for those in grief to know what Peace looks like I used to be hell in heels now this is what peace looks like. I wrote this to say Dont fret and never stutter Be clear on your desires and when youre weak you must utter up all your gumption and might To believe that your worth it Youre worthy But you must 1 st conceive these things relieve these rings and free yourself from yourself You are your only hurdle Get back tight with loving You like your mind heart and emotions was wrapped snug in a girdle and Just breathe and let go Any energy taking you to a place your spirit cant grow A place where you cant be the best you Thats an avenue you cant afford to stroll So when oppression pushes you and reveals what you been through

Dont buckle-Step up even if you feel hell is what you been going through I wrote this to say though we may never speak and our eyes may never greet