Biography of Dwayne Bailey
I am a poet who love to write. My poetry is a collection of poems written through various stages of my life. My poetry is a great realese for me and a way to give a voice to the things I feel inside. Not all my poems apply to where I am today in life; However I keep them together as a record of my journey. Thanks for reading.
Dwayne Bailey Poems
Chains Of Addiction
Breaking the chains of addiction, are never easy at best; For these chains are wrapped all around our thinking, alwys putting us to the test.
Gas Prices Are Killing Me
Gas prices are killing me, taking so much of my pay; So I can have just the basics, like getting to work each day.
Looking back on 2007, as the final seconds are ticking away; I realize how lucky I am to be alive, and how blessed in heart I feel today.
As I Step Back
As I step back and evaluate my life, i notice things that once were hid; I notice the mean nasty things I'd said, the ugliness of things I did. I notice that when I was mad at my God, my heart became bitter and cold; As I step back and look at my life, I watch hardships as they unfold.
Does it really matter what your religion is; Or the color of your skin? What church you attend on sunday, or the neighborhood you live in?
Pitch black outside, ten below zero, Man I am freezing cold; My age is starting to creep up on me, and boy am I feeling old.
Christmas Wish List
What do I want for Christmas? I will see if I can explain; It's really nothing fancy, but it's also nothing plain.
March its seems for now, is how long we are going to wait; Before we get to know, what is the health, and my daughters fate.
As We Become Old
Life it feels is closing in, maybe Im close, to the bitter sweet end; I truely feel I, am getting quite old, I find myself tenitive, where I used to be bold.
Life Of Jesus Christ
Back, quite a few years ago, lived a man named Jesus Christ; He was'nt mean and rough, he wasnt full of gruff, all he had to offer was life;
You Will Always Have A Friend In Me;
So I guess this is goodbye; Divorce papers in hand; Our seperation is final, alone I now must stand. This brings to me no joy, my heart is heavy with sorrow; How will I stand today? How will I face tomorrow?
Sweet Jesus Sweet Jesus
Sweet Jesus sweet Jesus, the most precious name I know; His love and mercy follows me, where ever in life I go.
When two people say I do, they become apart of another family; Often times the transitions hard, and there is hostility.
As I Age
When I was young, I thought as a child, as I grew my perspective changed; Now Im cold where I used to be loving; my priorities have been rearanged.
There once was a man who died very young,
though the doctors knew not the cause;
Even though he was in great shape,
physically he had no flaws.
But the man still died even though he was young
and very very healthy.
For he died of loneliness with a broken heart;
He died in mental misery.