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Shining a bright light of truth into the darkness,
  great warriors of Standing Rock Sioux Tribe  

Protecting mother earth and all things sacred,
protecting mother earth's water and land

The Standing Rock Sioux tribe of North Dakota,
fighters and heroes for the great of mankind

With their words shining like our Sun, Bright
burning away lies of white men far and Wide
If you wish to stand with the Standing Rock warriors
then please sign the petition posted on their site

http://standwithstandingrock.net/share/
The best part,
and the most part,
of my life
has been invaded
by something
which is foreign to my soul,
to my mind,
and to my body,

It consumes me,
it tortures me,
relentlessly,
daily and nightly.

It is an uninvited,
unwanted,
intolerable alien,
I am the taken-over host,

I am cruelly entertained
by this wicked,
evil,
unsightly,
unholy ghost
~ Anxiety.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Nov 2016 Allen Robinson
Loveless
Chaos in heart
Madness in brain
A white dove
Longing to sigh again

Wings are soft
Eyes are blurred
Burden of message
Carries a little bird

It's tired wings
Just want to fly
All it wants to see
Is a peaceful sky

Vast blood filled sea
Reach the shore
Patron of peace
Just end the war

Everywhere is blue
Smile lost its way
For a better future
Waylay today

One side is peace
Joy she brings
See her dance
Hear her sing

Other side is war
Standing still
Everything, everyone
He wants to ****

This is thy wisdom
You have will to loose
Which way to go
You have to choose
Peace!
 Nov 2016 Allen Robinson
tm
godspeed
 Nov 2016 Allen Robinson
tm
for all your dreams
life dreams that bring fear, butterflies and adrenaline in you like nightmares
life dreams that will never sleep until life itself is at rest
life dreams that you pray about
- to god -
before you go to bed
life dreams that you spend endless nights  
-polishing and amending until your eyes shut -
the life dreams that you stay awake and are alive for:

i wish you
godspeed

    - t.m
Darkness and cold
press like death
upon my windows.
Each year,
harder and harder
to fend them off.
Slowly, surely,
each winter,
they creep deeper
into my soul.
Light and warmth,
only fading memories
of spring, youth
and you.
 Nov 2016 Allen Robinson
mickaela
This is my sanctuary
a sylvan of serenity
(soothing my sanity)
my stellar solace of sanctity

my strange & soaring Fantasies
superior to Realities
(with all its sick Enormities)
I’d stay asleep for Eternities

Stray from society
with a sudden spontaneity  
To the sweet sensuality
Of a night’s serendipity
This poem was difficult to write, but also rather fun! I wonder how it would sound from someone with a lisp...?

Thanks for reading! <3
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