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The war was finally over,
His longing heart
Was homeward bound,

Truest of true love
Was soon to be reunited,
Together,
An infinite love
Was once again to become
Peaceful, safe-and-sound.

The war was finally over,
Sweethearts ran into eachothers
Warm embraces,

Their souls infused and intertwined,
Just like when they were created,
Home Sweet home was written
All over their faces.

The war was finally over,
Side-by-side,
They were invincible--inseparable,
Like the good-old-days,

Not even a war
Could separate them,
They shared a bond
That was unbreakable;
They were born for eachother,
Together,
They were a beautiful,
Imperfect, perfection,
Obvious to everyone
In many ways.

The war was finally over,
Together they prayed
That forever
Would be a gift
From God above,

That each day
Would last a lifetime,
In eachothers arms
They would happily reside;
That nothing would ever
Come between their divine,
One-of-a-kind, precious love.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
  Jul 2017 SøułSurvivør
Zani
In the garden out the back
Is where I've been cleaning
Out all my daemons
Even though they might relapse
It finds the anecdote
To illustrate the reason

In the garden out the back
Where I grow my wise decisions
Abundance growing to the brim
With all that medicine therein
You'll find the crystal mind

Nel giardino dietro a cà
Dove non c'è niente
Che può preoccuparmi
Io trovai felicità
Facendo cose che sono
Poco educate

Nel giardino dietro a cà
Come sana decisione
Lasciai perdere eredità
Quel che ci lascia sparirà
Qui cresce libertà

In the garden out the back
Is where I've been breathing
All my good intention
If there's something that you lack
You'll find it growing
In the fascets of redemption

In the garden out the back
You will feel no inhibitions
They are not needed anymore
Our remedy grows out the floor
Reveal this truth to find
Abundance growing to the brim
With all the medicine therein
You'll find the crystal mind
Words to accompany an accordion piece written in 2016.
All we need comes from The Earth and working in harmony with her <3
Ahimsa
SøułSurvivør Jul 2017
~~<♧>~~

First big summer storm
Clouds flowering, & sending
Out roots of white light

~~~

The hills glower, but
Lightning flashes show they
Actually smile wide

~~~

Fires which have hurt them
And displaced the animals
Put out in the rain



Haikus
SøułSurvivør
(C)7/11/2017
3:20am

Nightowl poetry.
Enjoying the storm!

Going to bed soon.
  Jul 2017 SøułSurvivør
phil roberts
The place I came from was known locally
As Apache country
Later to become the Lebanon
I guess you get the drift
Even to this day
Taxis are loath to go there after dark
And nobody blames them

Everybody smoked back then
And most men got drunk too often
Women might get a little merry
When weekend came round
Most men hated their jobs
And many women hated their lives
But everyone carried on
Because it had to be done

In the streets I learned every swear word
Long before I started school
In a place where "****** this"
And "****** that" and worse
Were everyday parlance
Nobody ever mentioned "love"
Oh, don't get me wrong
I know that there was love around
But I only ever heard it mentioned
In the words of popular songs

                                              By Phil Roberts
  Jul 2017 SøułSurvivør
wordvango
bless the weakest those who feel the very souls
who suffer if far near unknown
bless those who speak in truths
whether or  not  it furthers their causes
bruises their hearts
takes that toll
bless the meek as the bible said
would inherit this earth
as prophecies spoken
mere worded phrases speak the god
talk the angels wing flutter upon
here
there are angels
there are demons
there is sufferings
and plagues
hardnesses seen how each being each
flowered ****
goes through these  stages
like our blindnesses
we feel how the hurts surround us
and few those gifted
those who deserve blessings
have this new sense this soul
that lifts the spirits of the eagles wings
to soar above the tallest
mountains and me
who tries so hard to suffer
self flaggelate and  shudder
harm myself when others need
take off now
trying to be winged
to be an angel
with time left to utter
a word
a prayer
a hope
  Jul 2017 SøułSurvivør
Shylah S
no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair

not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies

no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad

the ones with scars
a story to tell

I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day

a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed

vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold

I like ugly guys.
So go out there and be real, often we hide because we fear getting hurt. But in that fear we miss out on the world, we miss out on living, and worst of all, love. So even if we may get bruised, get to the lowest of the low, you'll one day stumble upon something that embraces you as you are, something that cherishes your ugliness unconditionally, something that inspires you to be better, whether that be a passion, a person, or something as simple as a smile. Is it really worth hiding if you miss on the chance to experience that?

Edit: I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read my work and am in disbelief a piece of mine chosen as the daily pick for the very first time! This community is amazing :)
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