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Born Aug 2017
Reading your poems makes me feel something




Some   love

Some    hate

Some    pain

Some   lust

Some    hope

Some regrets

Some fairy tales
                        
Reading your poems makes me see some

Some crushing stories stuck on repeat
Some words screaming for help
Some hate for take nology
Some mystic life stories
Some some some for Donald Trump


                       Some tears for peace
                         Some trust in God
Born Aug 2017
Jenny is in love with Rick
Took awhile before rick confessed his virtual feelings


She replied I love you and sent a couple emojis
to show some happiness
now Rick is bursting with excitement that she loves him too
the heart emoji said it all

so he goes ahead and screenshot his onscreen feelings
and shares it with pals in his group
Tom: that's what's uuuup
Money bags: you got it bro
el: you ma *****
George: that ***** is yours papi

Now Jenny's feelings are itching
I must tell my girls am soon gonna get engaged
She tweets
Shares
And
Post on everyone's wall

I FOUND MY BETTER HALF

it's 8pm the girls are getting together
to celebrate the great news and
to watch a reality show
then followed by that series


It's now 1am,everyone is kissing goodbyes
we all forgot to talk about Jennys boyfriend
but once we reach home, we'll text our emotions
The emoji, will say it all
We're losing the very reason why we are humans. Shelving and locking our humanity for virtually reality
Born Jul 2017
Does it hurt?
What?
Dying

Does it hurt
What?
Writing

Does it hurt
What?
Memories

Does it hurt
What?
Running

Does it hurt
What?
Lying

Does it hurt
What?
Numbing

Does it hurt
What?
Crying

Does it hurt
What?
Silence

Did it hurt
What?
Loving
Born Jul 2017
?
Are you a gangster or
a thief seeking attention

Are you an artist or
a  voyager painting words

Are you a poet or
a plagiarist seeking love

Are you a Saint or
a sinner searching for salvation

Are you my heart or
a tattooed scar stuck on my chest

Are you a fisherman or
a sailor giving life a second chance

Are you the moon or
a lonely sun ravaging through your days

Are you moving forward or
dragging through tormenting memories
Born Jul 2017
Ugh
Not again
You have that pensive look
the slurred algebraic expression
that algorithmic stench
Molten into confusing matrix
Geometrically weirdly shaped

Please shut up
I can't take it anymore
Your meagerly written poems
the frustrating metaphors
baked with suffocating syllables
dude, what the heck is a pensive look


There's a huge probability it won't
delve out any logical statistics.
the equations alone will alienate you
the calculus involved is far ahead of your time
just stick with trigonometric thoughts
C'mon you already know the plane of your thighs are sophisticated*

is that a compliment
Painting splendid imagery
that nobody else understands
a poet lurking in words
always writing  
Unfiltered intricately worded poems
Born Jul 2017
With Houston
For the right reasons
before you commit treasonous
acts of
Ripping the high notes

With the saxophone
Smooth violin
classic beats
guitar strings
Marvin Gaye

with time
am I alive
do I actually exist
Jay, Did we do it
did we
Reap the classic bars
from her chords

with chipping
Birds singing
Alicia klinging
Hearts breaking
Crying
Dying
falling
In love with piano

with emotions
regretting your mistakes
Written pearls
Dido flip
contained love
loved ones
roaming
moon walking

With soul
drums
disco
Diana
Ross
on jazz
Each stanza is independent. But still honoring the Legends

Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, Alicia keys, Dido, Marvin Gaye, Jay-Z,Dolly Parton, Diana Ross
  Jul 2017 Born
SøułSurvivør
Here's something you don't see everyday. Although I've seen it a few times before on my street... A homeless man pulling a bicycle which is attached to the most astounding construct! Made of bicycle wheels and plastic webbing, chicken wire and aluminum piping, this huge mobile container for tin cans, and whatever this homeless individual can scrounge to resell, is almost the size of a garbage truck! And carries probably hundreds of pounds of aluminum cans.

In constant danger from cars and trucks, this is an outstanding testament to human ingenuity and dogged determination. The man marches on, stopping occasionally to take a container to dumpsters looking for cans. Whatever he can find.

I asked him if he needed something to eat or drink. He just smiled and shook his head. "I need to move on." And I realized he probably takes advantage of the nighttime to do his searching, as it is too hot during the day to do so. I smile and wave and wish him blessings.

If I ever feel like I am put upon in this life, I should feel ashamed. This man has shamed me utterly. I've invited him up to my porch in the past. Giving him food and drink. He is a believer. And I've never met a more cheerful brother in the Lord Jesus Christ! But he doesn't take any credit for his outstanding ingenuity and Drive. He gives the glory to God. I have tears in my eyes as I write this. He was also an addict and finds it very difficult to find a place to live due to his past. So he sleeps on the streets and does what he needs to do to survive. And survive he does!

I say a prayer for this stalwart. His name is Ben. Will you join me in my prayers (good thoughts)? I think he deserves them, don't you?

♡ Catherine
I haven't been on site because my father had a new procedure done. He is also in need of prayer, good thoughts. I come on occasionally to check my messages and do a little reading. But I honestly don't have a lot of time. Thanks for understanding.

GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
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