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 Nov 2016 Y Rada
Valsa George
Oh, my Father in Heaven
Guarding me from all perils and trials  
And sets my heart free of all clutter
For you, my songs of praise, I reserve

All my life, I shall sing
Without fail, in bloom or gloom
On every unfolding day
Through months and years
Till death and beyond
Let my songs sail across the skies
And with the chorus of the heavenly band, unite

Oh, the benevolent Lord of all creation
Custodian of all wealth
Contriver of birth and death
The Master Crafts man
Everything is your handiwork.

The lofty mounts
Veiled in misty snow
The verdant dales
Lush and still
The fathomless deep
Where mysteries peep
All the flowers
That bloom and wither
All things
Bright and beautiful
Everything, above and below
In all,
Let me behold thy grace
And sing Thee praise!

Oh! Redeemer of Mankind
Guide me through the dark
Guard my steps where dangers lurk
Hold my hand
And never loosen your grip

Make me face the light
Illumine me with wisdom serene
And fill me with love divine;
So that you be glorified
Here, on Earth
And in Heaven be!
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
Maura
Sunday's are gloomy
I don't want to leave my bed
knowing Monday's come
A Haiku about my weekly depression that comes with Sunday's
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
Danielle
Luna
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
Danielle
Another great scenario of the universe
that comes over a hundred years;
once in a lifetime.

So wonderful and beautiful
delusions gone, reality reveals.
a bright glimpse of moonlight
a hidden beauty.

It is such a good thing, the universe
can wait for a thousand years.
And here I am
Once again
Planning my destruction

Today I stop
I stop the medicine
I stop eating and drinking
I stop sleeping
I stop socializing
I stop lying to myself

And today I start
To cut
To purge
To drink
To lie
To cry
To write
To save

I start saving pills
To stop my chills
it is quiet in the garden

today.



the dog barks, part

of the ambience.



it walks backwards on a lead,

forwards when free.



have not seen that before.



my dog does not bark now.



#ghost



sbm.
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
chris
r
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
chris
r
you didnt

even


try to save me
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
chris
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
chris
take me drunk
i'm home
 Nov 2016 Y Rada
Seán Mac Falls
.
The frost, sets in and leaves of red have fallen.
And a cold sun beads on the stiffening ground,
Nimbus clouds, snows of down, now wafted in,
Tagging sun become louder, as ripples on pond
Are waging white with grey, dabbing the tableau,
That nature is painting with a pair of wild swans.
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