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Bring back FaithI remember long ago people use to dream
Faith and hope were every where people then believed
Her or there, near or far doesn't really matter
Love and kindness neighborly that was then
But now dehumanized in a world of hate
Crime and violence every where tear us apart
Poverty, hunger, people in despair
What is man too do?
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Lets bring back faith
Lets bring back hope
Learn to care
Learn to share
Love each other
Love our brother
Most of all
Love God our father
Everyone goes through trials of our own
When we look deep inside we're all the same
Animals don't kill their own, why does man?
We need to find peace ...
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Learn to pray...
Inward StruggleLonely nights, sleepless and awake, sometimes I just think about my day. I reach for my Bible looking for a word of comfort and turn to the apostle Paul. I feel attachment to his writings, like he can understand me; even though my struggle is quite different from his. Oh the emotions of being a female.
I read through his battle with sin. Knowing that the inclination of man is bad from his youth up, this should be of some comfort. I know I'm not alone in these feelings. Paul had stated that he wished to do what was right, but there inside him was another law, sins law warring against the law of God within his inward parts.
In no way do I find that I am weak. What I feel is only natural. Satan wishes to play upon my emotions and make me long for what I cannot have. Clinging to the word of God is the only way I can prevail in this battle. Do I avoid the forbidden fruit, or put myself into te
Night is my DayMy dream is my reality
Each night brings a new day
Visions bring to life my subconscious
Things appear, solving puzzles in a new way
Though asleep I am awake
Dreaming dreams I dear not speak
Contentment found from want of heart
Dreams of the dreamer who is meek
Light from dark
Dusk till dawn
Dream away sweet dreamer
Watch the beauty of life spawn
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
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