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Small* eyes that slowly grow,
See beautiful worlds turn ******,
Sense that arrogance in people,
Sensuality turning minds lonely.

But, unspared this onslaught,
I hear thoughts within the dark recesses of my mind,
That shame and shock me,
Fearing to dig further, afraid of what I’ll find.

Chasing love into barren deserts,
Mirages and illusions leave me thirsty,
In the race to fill up the hole in your heart,
I am begging for love, where could it be?

Turn slowly to the lies we’re fed,
Inside and over time, we change our sights,
Till the point that rational belief is lost,
My disbelief with blind faith would fight.

One day I stood on the precipice of truth,
And love that overwhelms, I found it,
Hopelessness wasn’t my life anymore,
Because rags do not a prince befit.

Finally when his love overpowers my every doubt,
And we surrender to the flood of heaven,
That void inside is at last, filled,
With forgiveness, seven times seventy seven.

So if you struggle to believe in a god,
Who loves, lives and sets you free,
Get down on your knees and say,
“God if you are there, Show yourself to me”
 May 2015 TheSharpiePoet
Joe Cole
and those brave boys and girls who still serve*

It was for you that we gave so much
We who by the terror of war were touched
To the ones who made the final sacrifice
The ones left shattered in body and mind
For us the pain is less with passing years
But the memories remain
Not all did feel the bullets bite
Nor smell the acrid cordite smoke
But all who served are heros still
For they to were there when the country called
Your right to stand free and have your say
Was the reason they served , for your today
Many now lie in unmarked graves
Because the bomb and mortar leave few remains
Now we who are left must lead the way
In ensuring those gone are not forgot
For those we'll raise the standards high
As we remember them
Under freedoms sky
Winter so like death
Covers all in frosty sheet
Till new rains of Spring
 May 2015 TheSharpiePoet
thymos
my love for you
was spoken into
existence.
the night is still silent,
the moon cloud-hidden.
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