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 Dec 3 Asher
collin
y?
 Dec 3 Asher
collin
y?
frozen to the marrow
an icy, hollow core
to juxtapose the vessel
through the cosmos we sore
closing in on an answer
orion serves his sword
to slit the adam's apple
before the stars can tell us more
The air escapes me—

As darkness envelops the night,
I shut my eyes, haunted by
The vision
Of ropes
Swaying from the ceiling
      Above.

With each glance,
A constriction
Tightens
Around my throat, a
Chilling
Reminder of
despair.
Sun rolls down
Weaves a multicoloured carpet
Fades away in the fringes
It’s dark

Towering
Amused
Being placed
At such a height
Overlooking the majestic Sarovar Dam
Musing at the distant past
Hands by the sides
Never forgotten
The Iron Man
For the world to see
Statue of unity
 Dec 2 Asher
AWURAA
"God, don't give up on me yet, I know
  I'm not your best bet, but I'm trying,
  don't give up on me yet."

I know God will never give up on me, He will never leave me, nor forsake me...

I see my actions of my hands and hear the thoughts in my mind, the lusts of my heart and even in all of this filth, my God tells me that I am free to remain in Him because he delights in me.

So to you Lord I am faithful, others would not accept as I was, but you did; and you do.

You accept me as I am and you renew me in your spirit.

You will never give up on me.
Thank you my dependable God,
and thank you for all that is to come.
My dependable God.
 Dec 1 Asher
Ryan O'Leary
Is Chicken Kiev roasted, or fried, or spit grilled
Is it basted for oven, or rotisserie swilled
Some say its tossed, on a Russian Roulette
Then poked as it rolls, with a Putin baguette.
C CHRIST

H HOLY

R RIGHTEOUS

I INTERVENTION

S SAVIOUR

T TAU CROSS

M MARY AND MERRY

A ADVENT

S BETHLEHEM STAR
 Nov 30 Asher
collin
sleeper
 Nov 30 Asher
collin
the sussuration of life outside my window let's me know i'm still alive. 'took the dive', it's been described less eloquently from time to time. the murmur of the wind in conversation that never ends with the whisper from the trees 'til mr. winter eats their leaves. but i survived, i mean just look at me. alive and took a drive, packed the car five stories high with all the people, places, things and love i would've left behind. from now on, i decide.
 Nov 29 Asher
S R Mats
The sky was a fabric of cloud cover.
The threadbare heaven was covered
In moth-ridden holes with frayed edges.
Stringy clouds, as if the loose openings,
With a ratty-tatty weave created a gauze
Of tangled threads.
Ask me and its yours.
If I got the power?
Ask me and its yours.
Maybe within an hour.

Any request you ask me.
I will try my best to fulfill it.
And you won't be billed for it.

Ask me and its yours.
If its within my strength?
I will give it to you.

One thing that's known about you.
Is that you don't ask for much.
You are simple and so humble.

And not impressed with money or diamond rings.
Hardly really anything that I know of to speak.

But if you ask me?
It will be yours.
You so wonderful.
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