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The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.

They run in circles
But never ask why.
They've become brittle
Over time.

And if they paused,
At least just to breathe.
Maybe death's claws,
Wouldn't be a thief.

Of the time they wasted
Chasing their tails.
Have they tasted
The wind at sail?

The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.
her
“She’s dead”

“No, she isn’t”

”She is gone”

“She can’t be”

“Can’t you see?”

“No, I saw her. Last night, in a dream.
Her face was glowing, she spoke to me. And I saw her too, but she was angry, I can’t help but wonder if she is free.”

——<3——-
We hug with arms, but not with hearts,
Smile while tearing souls apart.
Call it love, yet make them bleed,
Give them nothing, take their need.

We watch them fall, then turn away—
Humans are kind… but not to stay.
He is our provider.
He is our healer.
He is our strong tower.
He is the rock of our salvation.
He is able.
And He is ever present,in time's of trouble.
So as we gather, as a band of poets.
Let us glorify Him.
Because every talent we own or possess.
Has come from Him.
Outside my window,
planted is a fiery red-
branched tree,
I watch on, it stands bold
and oh so elegantly.
I try to imagine if it were a woman
What would her appearance be —

Would she be in one of Dali’s paintings
‘Woman Aflame’?
Would she be ‘Demelza’ in Poldark’s series?
Or would she be a spirit woman
ablaze for all the world to see,
Your creation and Your infinite beauty?
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