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pretty names, but you have the prettiest.*
angel's white dust pushed around by
the dingy desert winds dry meadow murmurs.

heated leather seats, **** smooth leather pants
and slender, skinny beautiful body with
a name attached to it, smoke smelled
of burnt raspberries

and the conversation burned like them too,
i feel things for you and perhaps
transparently similiar damage
bleeding rubies out like sap

the conversations dripped like sap too.
 Apr 2016 Adam Childs
F Jaxx
We live in the reality of spirituality
The universe only lets us think we make the rules, so we'd believe
we had the power to pick our own lovers.
Well the Truth is we were handpicked for each other.

You were always going to be mine, I was always going to be yours.
The universe is ours.
 Apr 2016 Adam Childs
Ja
WHEN WE
 Apr 2016 Adam Childs
Ja
When we and the world, take pleasure in peace
When we, wars and persecutions cease

When we, overcome hatred, torture and pain
When we, vow to never, use them again

When we, can look at each other, face to face
When we, can see no disability, no colour, no race

When we, love our neighbors, like our own daughter
When we, let our hearts become pure, like a babes in her mother

When we, rejoice in the good fortune of others
When we, acknowledge that we’re sisters and brothers

When we understand, as humans, what we should be
When we, disencumber our souls, set them free

When we, strive to each other uphold
When we, are ready to HIS light behold

When we, let our GODS shine equally bright
When we, trust and believe, in each other’s light

When we, see our lights, merge into one
Then, HE will proclaim, “MY work is done”
BOEMS BY JA 475
"I never made a mistake in my life.
I thought I did once, but I was wrong."

Charles M Shulz


There was once a greenhouse
Built so strong and high
The architect a genius
And built it to the sky

There was an imperfect one
Standing at the pane
The maker of the edifice
Thought she should be shamed

So he found a polished stone
Just the perfect size
He lobbed it with tremendous force
Got glass in HIS eyes!

There are *some
who're perfect
Mighty, strong, and hale
This is their tragic error

And they should not chuck SHALE!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/5/2016
"Let him who is without sin cast the first
Stone at her..." JESUS CHRIST

I very seldom put a "shine" on my own poetry. But this one MUST BE READ.

I can't really read today. Tomorrow I will have my own Wi-Fi and will concentrate on reading, God willing and the crick don't rise! Lol! Thanks!

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Where the earth and sky become one  ..Along the banded fusion of physical constraint
Indigo blues transformed into burnt orange
The tail of the galaxy commands this mountain-
sky , celestial offerings fall over Alabama-
in the shaded oeuvre of "The Apportioner " on this night ..
Meandering streams etch Cherokee hillsides ,
early evening fires conceal the nearby forested seas
The Crescent Moons luminosity glistens her summits northbound , released-
into the frigid voids of angered scope
Mans vista looms cold , blind and silent , nocturnal fauna return
to their Appalachian precipice to guard these ancient
storytellers ..
Copyright April 3 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

The Apportioner or Great Spirit ( Unetlanvhi ) in Cherokee Mythology
 Apr 2016 Adam Childs
Onoma
You came to outlive a living-death.
If sin is born of the exigence
of death, you nullified it with
everlasting life.
To know a world for all it's worth...
you have to live as if it depended upon you--
and so you did.
Never before was such an embrace crucified.
You lived for everything in front of you...
as if it got behind you, presenting you with
the same zeal.
You came knowing...Truth is unbetrayable.
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