Biography of Julie Schleppegrell
I am the youngest of 5 kids. The only girl. My father took me aside when I was 10, and said 'Julie, out of all the kids, you scare me the most. You are unpredictable and too independant. I am afraid you will be the runner.'
He was right, I did run.... What a confused little know it all I was to think that I could defend myself.... Instead of dying, I finally became the girl I should have been when I was 30, but now the woman who I finally recognised was not a boy or a Man, and know that 'anything 'he' can do 'she' can do better', was a silly liberal woman's thought.
Julie Schleppegrell Poems
Hello, my name is Julie and welcome to t...
Eyes of green, the day you shook my hand. The look was serene, with a touch of a prince from my dreamland.
Prime: is the role to his daughter, for, he was the first man in sight. No other will compare to what he taught her, imbedded in her soul as her search takes flight.
Language Of The Heart
I am not crying I just can not breathe. If I could I would tell you.
The failed suicide attempt
Whiskey was in my veins, the night the blade imbedded deep. The Staples closed the slain,
Where Is The Pavilion?
The holy spirit spoke to me, throughout my life it always did. Awoke in time now differently, as it held my hand amid.
Life has a battle in it's time, The mess of the rattle was his crime. He carries no emotion while I feel like crying; for this midnights commotion seeks answers by prying.
For Girls and Women
This is not for rhythem this is my poetry to myself and holds rapids under still water. For the girls, (unmarried) today love your father and respect him not as you want him to see you but respect him always, as he see's you even when you know he does not. Do the right thing and stay true to yourself you're beautiful and your body is sacred. For this you will never have to face the horrible crisis women in America had and have to face.
The tranny was slipping, and the rear end wearily dipping. The oil was black and probably low, not to mention it's brakes were on the go.
She's six thousand five hundred miles away. We say a prayer for her every day. That God brings her back to our wide open arms. And that he keeps her safely away from what harms.
Silent Soldier (June 2009)
Just before deployment started in 2008, I met while in a cisco class, as the router worked to colate, the life of a soldier, SPC Justin A. Saint, In time knocked the visitor suffer, who's power seemed oblate,
As I lay here in bed, I close my eyes and think of you. I see your smile; and those eyes! I begin to wonder, do you think of me too?
A Brothers Cry
I am here for you brother, Holding the pain of our sister and Mother. The rain on the canvas washed away color, with proof of the fiction masked by another.
The nector poisoned the blood, and the good Angel flicked like a bug. The sense created mistake,
whiskey tango foxtrot
I am sorry for what happened tonight first you, then me, then him It is all my fault alright Lately my every move hurts, offends, or peeves others to the lim
She's six thousand five hundred miles away.
We say a prayer for her every day.
That God brings her back to our wide open arms.
And that he keeps her safely away from what harms.
Cause she's six thousand five hundred miles away.
So we wait to hear from her every day.
We send her our love, our hugs and our kisses.
And tell her that she's the one everyone misses.
Oh, six thousand five hundred miles away.