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 Aug 2017 Eleni
Mason
hidden spring
 Aug 2017 Eleni
Mason
relax the sun is good and see it
come in through the window but
there is another source hidden and
secret is the heat that rises
from your chest and enters mine
and breaks down the walls of
the city inside and heals
all the broken
 Aug 2017 Eleni
Neha Srivastava
I am a woman , I should be timid - They say
I am a human , I know no limit  - I say,

My existence is not meant for your judgment
Crushing me is not a sign of your triumphant,

My love for you has always been abundant
Why am I the one to make all the adjustments,

Look into my eyes , you'll see a twinkle
Savaging it , is so sinful,

My demand for freedom makes you reluctant
Clothed in societal norms , I have to bear its repercussion,

How are the governing laws so different for Both
What makes you so nervous of my growth,

Why do I have to fight for what is my right
Why do you enjoy my plight,


Being submissive is declared my attire
No one hears what my heart desires,

I am not the one to dance on your note
I am a volcano that erupts on my own,

I don't demand anything extraordinary
All I seek is equality,

Equality to Breathe without fear
Equality to be safe my dear!!!!!
A tribute to Equality of a woman
 Aug 2017 Eleni
SøułSurvivør
Based upon the old game show,
"To Tell The Truth"

Jesus Christ sat in the booth,
His face marred
Disfigured youth.
His clothing gone
His beard torn out
Thorns on his forehead
Long & stout
Victim of severe attack
Many stripes upon His back

When contestants asked,
"What did you do?"
He simply said,
"I died for you."

The second chair
Seated modern man
The people didn't understand.
He had short hair
But a long beard.
And his costume?
VERY* weird!
Wore suit and tie,
But had blue jeans
The yamaka
Was strange, it seems...

Contestants asked,
"What did you see?"
He replied,
"The cursed man's tree."

The next subject was
Stranger still!
He didn't fit
The "Jesus" bill!
He was dressed
From head to toe
In finest silk
Gold, purple, blue!
His jewels were
The RAREST ones
In a crown upon hair spun
Of wool like that
Of a lamb slain
And eyes of fire!
He seemed to REIGN!

The contestants asked,
"Why are YOU here?"
The King replied,

" 'CAUSE I'LL APPEAR!"

The game show host
Was nervous then
He knew the show
Was at an end

He said in a shaking voice,
"OK, folks. Make your choice!"

They all chose. The #1.
So they ALL seemed to have won!

The game show host
Was then abrupt...

"Will the REAL JESUS
PLEASE STAND UP!"


Yes, they ALL had won,
#1 stood, you see...

THEY ALL STOOD UP.

HE IS ALL THREE!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/1/2017
This poem has to be read.
So many people look at
Jesus as a white guy in
Flowing robes. Nothing is
Farther from the TRUTH!
He was JEWISH! He had
Swarthy skin and short hair!
Long curls on either side
Of his face. A full beard
And Yamaka.

DEAL WITH IT!

Sorry for the rant.

Love,
Catherine
 Aug 2017 Eleni
SøułSurvivør
...you write the TRUTH
nobody wants to
READ IT.



SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/1/2017
Written with a sad heart at 2:45am.

Going to bed now.
 Aug 2017 Eleni
Gabriel burnS
My skin can hear your colors
From the other end
Of happiness

But the line is folding in a loop
Closing in a circle
And the end is the beginning

Time is tesselating
Unto itself
But we have not the senses

There is no loss
Just continuation
Into the unknown

Relativity delays
The arrival of awareness
Consciousness is slow to form

The cooling of the mold
Takes a great deal more
Hence, the procrastination

Inert and habitual;
Words taking root
In everything

My end and your beginning
Collided into a freshly manifesting
Iteration of existence

The bud becomes
The fruit
A new cycle
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