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the milk of human kindness
is like honey to the spirit


flattery holding deceit
is saccharine

which poisons the soul


[20W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/25/2016
I want your honest opinion. I feel sometimes like people think I'm too kind and I have some kind of agenda behind that. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am very concerned about this site. There is negativity here at certain levels. I feel as a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ that that needs to be counterbalanced. But the last thing I want to do is be saccharine. I can tell you everything I said and done comes from the heart. There Is no agenda behind it. But those who have poison in their minds inject poison into other's. There may be some who say that kindness is weakness. That's unfortunate. Those people don't know true strength.

I love you all and I want to show it in concrete ways. I take too long to read because I have a tendency to repost and comment a lot. I also read more than one poem that that poet has written. Is that too much? Your honest opinion please. I appreciate it very much!

♡ Catherine
 Jul 2016 Arcassin B
Bianca Reyes
We lived so long
thinking you were
the body of my thoughts

The beauty mark that I
Loved and saw
As the best part of me

But you were malignant
When I showed you
In the light to the world

I turned you into
An ordinary freckle
That I wear upon my body

The day I decided
You'd be nothing more
Than a blemish in my memory
Shared on Hello Poetry on July 22, 2016
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I'm the dark expanse of midnight
I'm the cold unyielding stone
I'm the harshness of the sunlight
And the brittle of the bone
I'm the maker of the music
I'm the bringer of the fight
I'm the storm in midsummer
I am the cold, I am its bite
I'm the stars falling from heaven
I'm the prayers left unheard
I'm the devil, slinking snake
And the shrieking of the bird
I'm the black that eats all things
I am the shortness of a breath
And the weeping of the broken
I am hollow, I am Death
It's
just a thought and
nothing more so let it be
and close the door.
I have OCD so whenever I catch myself thinking of something I'd rather not think of I tell myself this.
Counting up the rhymes
Within the gears are clicking
The years redeeming time

I see beleaguered multitudes
I realize the cost
The confusion of the children
The Weeping of the Lost

I do not want to frighten you
Don't want your hope to die
But I cannot see you uninformed
Believing outright lies!

12 midnight is about to ****
Look around. You'll see the signs.
The world's a ticking time bomb

And it's 11:59...

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tick

tick

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... making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil."
Ephesians 5:16

You may be wondering about my last several poems. It is my conviction that I'd be a Watchman on the wall. I tried to stay away from this type of work. But I can't. If I were actually a Watchman in biblical times and I didn't warn the people of Danger, I would have been killed. I feel the weight inside of my heart killing me by degrees. I don't want to offend anybody. I just want to let you know that something is around the bend and it's nothing Nice...

In God you have some protection. Without Him you are bereft. Your government won't help you. The power won't help you. Money won't help you. Only God. Please. Just think about it, okay? Thanks.

♡ Catherine

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 Jul 2016 Arcassin B
Olivia Kent
Formations of angels with trumpets,
Horses for courses,
Children with buckets and water made spades.
Faces and features,
Castles and clowns,
Ribbons and roses,
Interfering noses,
The man in the moon with lines o'er his face,
Tricks of the light,
Pure wizardry,
Old hags on besoms,
Magic perception,
Appearance,
****,
They're gone,
Changelings in the firmament,
Bright white,
Grey as tears that look towards creeping,
Before they,
All fall down.
(C) LIVVI
 Jul 2016 Arcassin B
Dr Strange
I can't breath, I can't breath!!!
But because I'm big and black they continued to terrorise me
Choking me until I seized to gasp for my final breathe
Now I'm dead
Looking down from the heavens wondering how could this be
How could this be?
So let me get this straight
I died for so called selling illegally
And you would think it was at least **** I was selling
I was selling the american dream of creating
Creating a profit..
To take care of my family
Then they shot me
And I couldn't stop it
I saw death as clear as the time
What is this

And if that's not a crime
Then what is...

I told him I had a gun
Even asked him if I could get my license from my pocket
He said sure why not
But as I proceeded to reach for my pocket he shot me anyways
Now I'm dead
Looking down from the heavens wondering what did I do
What did I do?
Why am I looking at myself stained red
I got pulled over for a taillight but ended up satisfying someone's bloodlust
There wasn't even a fuss
But look at me now
Dead six feet under

And if that's not a crime
Then what is...

Can't you see
They're picking us off one by one
Getting off scott free by saying they feared for their lives
What about our lives
Shouldn't we be the ones panicking behinds our guns
We can't even take a jog down the street without being accused of something
Don't we have rights
Last time I checked we're human too
Not animals who deserves to be stuffed in cages
And poked with sticks like they did back in the ages
So how do we evade this
Better yet...
How are we supposed to survive this
Black lives matter
How many times do we have to say this
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