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 Jan 2016 Dead lover
Samual
I.
try on the boy who thinks his name is girl. is sister. is daughter. he thinks his name is the one that means everything he's never been and never wants to be

II.
try on the boy who watches things burn and tells no one his name. because they would take it. because it belongs to him and he needs time to fill himself up with it before he can trust himself to share it without losing it

III.
try on the boy who demands people use his name. because it belongs to him. he demands people recognize it. this boy is not afraid to tell people unapologetically what they will call him.
 Jan 2016 Dead lover
RW Dennen
You stood in the limelight
before a shaft of blazing luminescence
emitted from the zenith positioned
matrix of all energy
The brightness illuminated your
radiant countenance
as blackness enveloped around your
structures as in a early baroque
by Rembrandt
Your form was made from the finest
materials
But your representatives stood in defiance going beyond
their eroded gardens and
trampled vegetation and beast
underfoot; even defecated plutonium
in my backyard
and belched various gases in my face

Luxury is still your ideology;
all to sure in obtaining
unlimited resources
You are still heavily consuming
the best
still maintaining the frivolous notion
that all is well
never anticipating
that time passes into the future

The shaft of blazing sunlight
has insidiously been replaced
by a blinding interrogation lamp
as darkness licks at your morals
and creeps upon your very being
small cracks are now being discovered upon your once lovely face

No longer can you obtain desirous
riches as readily
as options become minimized,
while playing and bullying a winning serious game of monopoly
against poor countries

Panic is beginning to take hold
as reality overcomes frivolity
You are starting to run,
you have already left one of your golden combat boots
in Vietnam; later pirated black gold
from Mesopotamia
under perjury and severed our nation with the fascistic sword of xenophobia,
and plundered the spirits, at home, and other innocent minorities unjustly
And nationalised yourself from a continent to an island regressing
into itself; homogenized into exceptionalism and the nervous propagandized
gnashing of Caucasian teeth

But doubtless to say
there is no reason
for a prince to save you
because you have gotten too old,
much too corporatised,
too corrupted, too soon, too fast,
YOU MUST SAVE YOURSELF!!
And I know you can
And I know you can
be that lady with that beacon torch of hope...once...again
And whence comes the nourishment of love that flourishes once more...
Hang strong my many brothers and sisters of the world, we will win, I just know it...take part!!
..She tried to find herself
in places that didn't exist
..
Aaargh! Can't believe I won the daily! Thank you to everyone who liked and shared. Lots of love.
X-X-X
People in the Bible worshipped idols time and time again.
They did it even though doing so was a terrible sin.
People once worshipped Baal, it was one of the idols.
People refused to worship God even though it was vital.

When God saw people worshipping idols, it really angered him.
They had to suffer the Lord's wrath when he punished them.
Some of those people's cities were destroyed and some became slaves.
Worshipping idols was a stupid and shameful way for them to behave.

Some people still have idols, one of which is movie stars.
Jehovah God is watching, he knows who these people are.
The Lord is the only one who people should idolize.
If you worship him, it is a decision that is very wise.
 Jan 2016 Dead lover
David Leger
There went the day,
Wasted away so happily —
How I struggled to love her,
As she loved me even more.

We'd talk about meaningless things,
It made me happy, but only for a moment —
Maybe I needed that escape,
But I always think too much and make a mess of things.

I can't let simple things be simple,
That's just how I am.
 Jan 2016 Dead lover
Sombro
We all deserve to have our story to brag about
We all are just trying to stumble through this human fever,
Together.

So,
Hush now, ignorant blessing
Float forward, a smoky charcoal dream
So that we may one day,
Eat our visions.

Well,
Let the whole world dine!
Together
A new years poem, stringing together little lines I'd saved. Have a disjointed New Year.
 Jan 2016 Dead lover
Mazen Edlibi
This is how I feel the music with gentle melody and sad tone…
It let me go into deep thinking inside my the lost soul and crazy world…
I don’t write my poems so i would be labeled a poet…
I just want to smell the breath I’m taking inside me…
I just want to taste the water that dancing inside me...
I just wanted to retrieve what has been taken from me all those year...
                                       I wanted to...
                                      Love in Peace!
I was looking at her! asking myself why I met her! still there something inside me towards her! something has been lost in the deep hell!
Today is the first day of the rest of my life
I remember just yesterday I said,
I was going to change my life
My Future is Tomorrow and it's almost here
Can I really change my life Today before
Tomorrow gets here,Yesterday I decided to make a
Change to prepare for Today my Future is
Tomorrow and it's one day away
Yesterday I had a dream but it was about
Today,really it was about Tomorrow when
I had it Yesterday,Yesterday is over
Today is coming to an end
Tomorrow will start and I can do it again
Yesterday And Today will come and go
Do I actually even know if Tomorrow will show
GOD Blessed me Yesterday to wake up Today
So to GOD for Tomorrow I PRAY
Today is Yesterday, Tomorrow is Today
But if you think about it,it's just one day
   PAST,PRESENT,FUTURE..
Is always here do PEOPLE really
Understand what Tomorrow is
The Past is the second that just passed by
The Present is the second that just arrived
The Future is the second that will always come
Yesterday Today Tomorrow is all in one
SO LIVE YOUR LIFE TODAY BECAUSE
       TOMORROW NEVER COME !
Poetry shines with light and beauty,
True art woven by intricate words.
It can sing songs so stunning,
That it outshines the best of songbirds.

But that’s only half of the story...

Poetry also grows in cold dark places,
In the pits of immense pain.
Fed by air filled with suffering,
Nurtured by acid rain.

As it shines with such light and beauty,
Poetry embraces true darkness.
What a conundrum it is,
That we can have *beautiful madness.
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