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Home sweet mountain greens
alone in thin atmospheres of love
sowing awe on heart's wing
soaring low near peaks above

Breaths to heal internal strife
a salve of pine upon the sores
chirping timbre within woods life
exchange a quiet laughing score

Surprised to see a dragon fly
so high upon this forest side
its plume in air do ease these eyes
soaring low near peaks of sky

To climb these rocks and roots of trees
scale these heights on morning's breeze
It's raw in life as life's crawl screes
and near end's top at rest in beauty

-cec
Unsuspecting pawns
get played
in someone else's game

fragile
misinformed minds
become volatile
their minds molded
like clay

hardened by
manipulated
anger
and discontent

their lives
are sacrificed
on the altars
of evil, greedy politicians

whose strings are pulled
by the ultra wealthy
and the devil himself

they think
and believe
in all these politicians
and their promises

who temporarily
stroke their egos
and satiate
their bellies.

They are being
used, used, used...
their youth being devoured.

Sacrificed, sacrificed, sacrificed...

They're on somebody else's
front lines
and they don't even  know it.

Somebody
won't
somebody
wake them up?

Of course their lives matter.
They are precious.

ALL LIVES MATTER.

God says He made us
ALL
in HIS IMAGE
after HIS LIKENESS.

HIS SON DIED
for us
ALL.

Not for the
SOME
but for the
ALL.

Should not these
"scheduled"
demonstrations
and
"days of rage"
be  projected
towards
the manipulators????

The disillusioned...

they are blinded
they are being used
as a tool
a veritable weapon
to achieve
someone else's agenda

they are being primed
pumped up
like air in a tire....

The media
the purveyors of information

are they not responsible
to tell the truth?

If not,
by default
are they not  responsible
for orchestrated
debacles
in the making?

They are bought and sold
the price paid for the lie
is higher
than for the truth.

Pawns.

Don't be a pawn.

The time is now.

Please

Wake up.

cj 2016
 Jul 2016 Misty Meadows
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I used to feel so alive;
when I was in your warmth
But now all we have is dead
And I've been sleeping in the cold.
True love serves as a buffer to this world of hate.
When they despise us, Lord, give us the Grace to Love them more.
When they throw stones at us, give us the Strength to Love them more.
Even at the point of death give us the Courage to Love them more.
There sums up the power of Love, the Jesus type of Love.
The type of Love that just won't give up.
The way the world is now
I'm scared to say the least
When it comes down to it
Could someone hide me please

Perhaps underneath a feather bed
With soft dust bunnies to lay my head
But if there's no space for me for that
I'll take the closest instead

Anywhere that there is room
Away from the daily doom and gloom
Don't know what else there is to do
But it needs to happen soon

Maybe hide me in the dark
Trunk of a waiting get away car
We can get an early start
Anywhere will do as long as it's far

I'd even take your mom's basement
To hide from trouble in
It's hard to tell who's friend or foe these days
In this world that we now live

I just need a place
That I can hide away
As I am so afraid
I might not make it another day
Cold mornings, warm coffee
The aroma comforts me
Pushing the freezing moment
of having to recall you.

You used to sit with me.
You would look into my eyes,
flash a beautiful smile
and I always wonder
what you see

But one day,
you stopped being you.
Fictional. Vignette
There,s  not  many  upsets
in  the  FA  cup  these  days.

Because  the  playing  area,s  
are  in  prime  condition.

In  the  old  days  they  played
on  mud  bath,s  which  were
a  great  leveler  in  skill.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
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