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 Apr 2017 Aaron Combs
Jeff Stier
I am a collective
an ongoing collaboration
a group enterprise

I revel in my diversity
sit in its lap
while being carefully groomed

Nothing becomes me
like agreement among friends
Nothing fills my sails
like the wind of good company

When all my words
are stilled
when every breath is drawn
then you might come near

When every tale is told
and when myth
becomes gossip among friends
then
and only then
will I willingly depart.

That's the day,
friends,
when we all meet
on that distant shore,
when sweetness dissolves
into the dark.

I have one foot
in the beyond already.
My ticket is punched
my resolve unmatched.

Give me your hand, my friend,
in good cheer
for nothing now will leave us bereft.

Never yet alone
never yet divorced from grace.

Amen.
Dedicated to my distant friend Pradip Chattopadhyay who called me back from the near-death of my poetic impulse.
A combustion of hurt,
shards of her brokenness
with razor-sharp edges
scattered in all directions,

Invisible to the naked-eye,
transparent is her pain,
so too are her soul's tiny fragments - 
shattered, flawed pieces
of imperfections.

A smile to mask the fear
consuming her anxiety ridden,
brave, but broken,
spirit,

A strong warrior,
she knows she is,
as she shuts her tired eyes
and mentally sharpens
her weapons and tools,
preparing, again, to look fear in the eye,
and to fight herself another day -
because, sadly,
she has learnt to live with it.

By Lady R.F ©2017
Prayers for strength
To all the warriors
Fighting an endless battle with
PTSD, ANXIETY
and DEPRESSION.
 Feb 2017 Aaron Combs
Rachel Doty
Sleepless nights play a game of tag with me
Will they ever catch me?
I race ahead, with success and ambitions engraved into my mind and spirit
Newfound strength pulses through my veins, becoming my new lifeblood
I will not stop
Not until I am fulfilled
Never
My inspiration for this was the feeling I get during show week for our school plays.
 Feb 2017 Aaron Combs
Rachel Doty
The bugle plays it's song
As it does every day over the PA system
The children rise
And face the flag
Out of respect?
Who could know
When their true thoughts
Are locked away inside?
One little girl
Envisions painting a picture
With the hues of the banner
Near her a small boy
Stares into space,
Dreaming about a shiny new toy
Waiting for him at home
Across the room
Stands the teacher
Behind her desk
Facing the object
It is her obligation to face
She is very deep in thought,
Concerning her dinner that evening
In the back corner of the room
Stands a boy
Straight as an arrow
Saluting Old Glory
A single tear running down his cheek
He, like the others
Focuses on faraway things
Something not within his reach
Not now
Never again
Unlike the others,
He breaks his stare from the flag
Bows his head
And whispers
"Thank you, Daddy"
Thank you to all those who have served. You deserve the upmost respect and you are inspiring to us all.
 Feb 2017 Aaron Combs
Rachel Doty
I'd never forgive myself
If I let you go
Down to that dark place
Where the shadows like to roam
My heart breaks for you
Every single day
When you talk of all the evil things
That the monsters shove your way
Please see that there is love
Please see that there is light
Let me see your lovely face
So to banish the tears and fears
That haunt you morning, noon, and night
There is no way to fix
The blackness of their hearts
But believe me
Nothing in that pill bottle
Is able to even start
Mending the holes in part
You are just one in the world
That much for sure is true
But all of us together fit
In a puzzle,
A grander plan incomplete without you
Before you catch the fastest flight
That's whisks you away from life
Please stay hold my hand
For a while, while we still have time
Dedicated to a friend of mine who is the victim if bullying. Reach out to those who are hurting, and show them that at least one person cares.
 Feb 2017 Aaron Combs
Rachel Doty
Once upon a time
There was a girl who dared to dream
In the cold, air conditioned room of reality she sat
For hours on end
Suddenly, her rescuer appeared
Golden yarns of sunshine leaked through the windows,
Wrapping themselves around her,
Pulling her away
In the blink of an eye
She was no longer in the place of gloom
But in a magnificent garden
Where flowers of every kind, like her,
Dared to bloom
She tarried there
For hours, days, weeks
Sitting amongst the blossoms
Admiring them and befriending
The other children who would arrive from their own prisons
Each backstory unique,
Some grotesque, some disheartening
But that mattered not
For the children would wrap their fingers
Around each other's cold hands
And begin again
In this new, dreamlike place
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