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 Jun 2016 Jay Dee
SøułSurvivør
graceful
as the orient
but yet
a western plant
aloes
are
indigenous
to the desert's
rock and sand

delicate
white flowers
or
bold red
on slender stems
the flaming
torches
burning
bring
hummingbirds
to them

from the tiny
Aloe Pepe
to the mighty
Century
those plants
upon a hillside
are there
for all
to
see

there's the wierd
Octopus Aloe
small leafy plants appeal
one type of
Aloaceae
has a pulp which
soothes
and
heals

in my father's
cactus garden
he has
all types to show
please sit in my
Sanctuary
where
the
lovely

aloes grow


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/19/2016
Here's another post for my dad
He loves cacti and succulents

Most know the aloe vera
We have some growing in our backyard


Happy Father's Day!
You were there
from day one  
You are my father
I am your son

First taught me to walk.
Then taught me to run
You are my father
I am your son

Fished with me
in the hot summer sun
You are my father
I am your son

Gladly accepted
each girls heart I won
You are my father
I am your son

Taught me to drive
that stick it was fun
You are my father
I am your son

Saw me off to the army
my adult life begun
You are my father
I am your son

Now I am married
perhaps a grandson
You are my father
I am your son

The angels came calling
your time here is done
You are my father
I am your son

I really miss you
this grief weighs a ton
You are my father
I am your son

You'll always be my father
now I've become one
I am the father
I have a son
 Jun 2016 Jay Dee
Pauline Morris
I'm being washed away
Your silence rings in my ears
I'm drowning in your quiet ocean
Your lack of words is beginning to weigh
My eyes are creating a flood, down my checks roll the tears
Make some waves, give me some emotion

Maybe it will wash the past away
If you tell me, maybe our love you won't fear
You'll see I cause no drama, no commotion
I won't run, right bedside you I'll stay
I'll give you my heart, if your's I steal
I promise you babe all of my devotion
 Jun 2016 Jay Dee
SøułSurvivør
you stand in line
for liquid bread
with your thin dime

newspaper matress
you lick your lips
a cardboard box
will.be your crypt

sad
forsaken
so forlorn
your façade is *****
tattered
worn

the gold was stolen
from your vaults
passersby see only faults

the picket fence
around your heath
is as broken
as your teeth

the many choices
you have made
have sunk you to
an early grave

you're self-abusive
destruction bent

your temple is a

TENEMENT
**


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/17/2016
You can lend people a hand.
But they have to want to take it.
 Jun 2016 Jay Dee
SøułSurvivør
will
be
kept

yes

every
one
wept

throughout
all
my
trials

they­'re
stored
in
gold
vials

when
I
get
to
heaven

seven
trillion
an­d
seven

flasks
I
will
find

my
tears
will
unwind

they
will
be
f­ound

to
be
as
a

☆☆☆☆☆
\/\/\/\/\/\/
crown


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/16/2016
I didn't have a good day today.
The transportation to my graduation
got fouled up. I was unable to go.
My family weren't able to go either.

Life is dealing me a bad hand right now.
But I'm not going to let it get me down.
I'm going to talk to some folks.
I'm going to try to get on the site tonight too. It will help me get my mind off my troubles.

I know all this is transitory.
GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!
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