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Chuck Kean
EVERYTHING TO ME

  There’s something you need to Know
When you say I love you So
It means Everything

There’s something about your Smile
That makes my life Worthwhile
It means Everything

There’s something you need to Understand
Every time you hold my Hand
It means Everything

There’s something every time we Kiss
I feel the sensation of total Bliss
It means Everything

There’s something within the darkness I Live
Then I receive the love that you Give
It means Everything

There’s something we have I know you Agree
And baby I just want you to See
It Means EVERYTHING TO ME

Written By:Charles Kean
09/25/2025
Diakonia's goal is to change unfair political, economic, social and cultural structures that generate poverty, oppression and violence
A President’s way
Sits in the White House
A name I call “DIALOGUE”
Executive Orders here and there
A nation that doesn’t care
We the People who don’t want to represent
Can’t be quite it like a mouse
Wants to control everybody’s house
It’s hatred that he brings
Causes the nation to have a sting
Dialogue is the country’s frustration
For how long?
The economy that is not great
No terms of appreciate
Survival has become a task
No one knows how living will last
Expectation becomes damnation
Dialogue having no surprise
The nation thinks otherwise
Dialogue DC
The trees stand, clustered behind the clouds, their trunks and branches forming streets and towers, like a city on a hill.

They part just far enough apart to reveal a hidden story—
Is that Summerland?
Is that reality or is that just a dream?

I keep looking into the distance, hoping to see You coming,
Down from the clouds,
Into the city of trees—
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Elemenohp
Can't break off sorrow, from love.
With each glimpse of beauty, a tear is shed.

I am here.
I am here..

Sinking...
Into the mud.
Sinking.

The earth steals warmth from these bones
Shivers seducing to slumber..

Sinking...
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Karen
Dweller of the trees
Shy shadow emerald green
Deadly yet unseen
Modern haiku nature
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                                I am not God

About final judgement
Just give it a rest
God does salvation
We do our best
Awaken your soul
              through the whispers of
                           your senses
Breathe in the colors
                of your karmic
                           arias
Caress the stars of light
            as they fleet across the
                        heavens for you
Drink the elixhir of life
               for it is your destiny
              to be free
Every soul deserves beauty
and the essence of
         truly being seen
         Let your soul speak to you
                  life giving words of
         love, until eternity.
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