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  Nov 2016 Rj
Ja
I stared out the window
My brain, completely disengaged
No thoughts, no emotions
But a war was being waged

I could not move or even think
Stood lifeless, as I gazed
But, inside my brain
This awful darkness blazed

Outside the window, light
It seemed so warm and pure
Still, inside my head
A madness did me lure

I could not raise my voice
Could not, say a word
That evil’s lock on me
Seemed to be assured

But then an angel’s voice
So sweetly to me said
Come with me my dear
And let us go to bed
BOEMS BY JA 583      
FOR MY WIFE
  Nov 2016 Rj
Walter W Hoelbling
the day
when even the not so faithful
were tempted to pray
for the health of the nation
Rj Nov 2016
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
Yearning to breath free"
Yet we voted for a man ready to force people *out

We voted for a man who won't let people in
People tired, and poor yearning for the "land of the free"
Let us all remember this country was built on immigration
Founded on immigration
Let us not forget what this country originally stood for
My heart burns for the 11 million people, who most of them came to be part of the land of the free, to experience freedom for all, who today had to wake up and tell their children they wouldn't get to be free at all. My heart burns for those who won't be allowed into the country to escape violence because of their religion or race. We came here to escape religious persecution, but now we shun those who are trying to escape as well. All of the "Christians" who are rejoicing today at the election, I urge you to think about the millions of people you have doomed. Jesus said to not only love your neighbor, but your enemy. Could we ever be capable?
Rj Nov 2016
I'm trying to be great
And simply survive
At the same time
  Oct 2016 Rj
Lady RF - Rosalie Fayad
The night is still - frozen,
Goodbyes are forced, not chosen.

By Lady R.F ©2016
Rj Oct 2016
She smokes cigarettes outside in the dark
She likes the way it feels knowing the smoke is deadly
Her pale face and sunken grey eyes, drug induced state
She doesn't try anymore, and
Her hoodie isn't thick enough to warm her skin,
Growing ever colder
But I've pushed her so far down that she is gone now, and hopefully forever.
A poem about who I could have let myself become, but didn't.
  Oct 2016 Rj
mikecccc
Take me away
driver man
go as far
as my wallet
will allow
so at least
to the next neighborhood
I hear their lawns
are as green as emeralds.
polished emeralds
at that
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