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Cynthia Jean
Only ONE RACE
the HUMAN RACE.

The dividers
and conquerors
all trying to convince you
otherwise.

And they are
NEVER
on the frontlines.

They
manipulate
you
stirring up
emotions
hatred.

That people should die
for the mistakes
of the few.

God hates those who stir up strife.

The only
so-called
winners
are the manipulators
the millionaires and billionaires...

those who orchestrate
the mess
who PAY people
TO HATE...

turning them into mercenaries
MERCENARY
HATERS
AND
MURDERERS

and NOT for the reasons
they think.

The ORCHESTRATORS
don't care
ONE WHIT
about the cause

ONLY
about the
POWER and CONTROL
they
HOPE TO GAIN

when they
"HAVE TO"
quell the mess
and put out the fires

Which
THEY CREATED
by
THEIR MANIPULATIONS.

BEWARE
how people
try to use your emotions

for
THEIR GREEDY GAIN

TO CONTROL
YOU.

WE ARE ALL
ONE
RACE

THE HUMAN RACE.

Reach out
try to
LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR

YOUR BLOOD IS ALL THE SAME!

WOUNDED

ONE
DROP OF BLOOD

IT'S
ALL THE SAME.

cj 2016
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth.. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

It's like a magic formula.  Apply it to any situation, and improvement begins almost immediately.  Think of what the world would be like if we all used this as a guideline--never rude, always kind, patient...We would have heaven on earth.---Debbie Macomber
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Just Me R
GREED
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Just Me R
I broke bread with you
But you ran off with the butter
Frankenstein
won this time,

that's the nuts
and bolts

init?
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Tom Weaver
How much do you remember about those summers we spent together? Because I don’t seem to be able to recall all those things I thought that I’d miss, your perfume and your sun kissed skin, turns out they meant nothing all along. I was haunted by the emptiness that filled the hole you left, a grave I still can’t bring myself to visit yet. Though I won’t be losing sleep, I still refuse to forget, it took me so long to admit we were dead; but we were dead.

You buried it in the back yard of a house that we built with our bare hands where you said we’d grow old together. I felt safe there, I knew every crooked frame and every creaking stair. I could have stayed my whole ******* life, but time was never a friend of mine.

I got so scared that I disappeared into my head for 8 lonely years and it killed me, but it hurt you too, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry but you weren’t there when I needed you most. I felt like I was a ghost of someone you used to love, but I was never enough to save us.

Are you happy? Are you happy?

So tell me is it serious between you and him? I hope to god that he makes you happy, I hope I never hear your name again.

Now the home we made is nothing more than a house where we ****** and we ate but never fell in love. You’re sleeping in the bed we made, with somebody else.

Are you happy? Are you ******* happy?
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Shel Silverstein
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
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