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 Feb 2016
Jimmy Hegan
Do you feel there is no mercy,
With none to comfort you ?
Come there is a hope for the weary,
Jesus will shepherd you.

No life was offered like Jesus,
Nobody careth like him,
Shedding His life - blood for sinners,
Nobody careth like him.

Are  you  now  straitened and trembling,
None to assuage your fear?
He knows the tears you are shedding,
Jesus doth answer  prayer.

When the night hangs upon your soul,
With guilt of carnal mind,
Look to the Lord Who can make whole ,
Jesus the Saviour kind.

When you are smitten with sickness,
Ailing  with racking pain,
Healing doth show forth His goodness,
Jesus doth ever reign.

Future unknown makes all dismal,
And life an empty dream,
He is the way, life eternal,
Jesus -all Heaven's theme.
NARRATED BY JIMMY S HEGAN
 Jan 2016
Denel Kessler
we are here
to bless                                
restore                    ­                                                              

the broken
holy
whole

mold
peace
from chaos

cradle
vulnerability
with devotion

let our love
be absolute            
unfettered

asking nothing
but to freely
speak
Peace my poet friends...
 Jan 2016
Chloe Zafonte
If you're fat, transgender, ugly or gay it won't affect anyone's life in any way, so ignore this world of predijuce jerks and do what you feel that works.
I've been around all sorts of different people from gay to trans and they're just people like everyone else. I just wish others would stop caring so much of what others think
 Jan 2016
Amanda Francis
Mother, I know that you’re close to me.

Summer floods my heart and bathes my skin. Glistening, gleaming, glowing. You made me with stardust, elements of a universe I could never comprehend. From beauty so mesmerizing that to sit in silence is impossible. A sea which flows deep within my stomach, swells and with force washes every life-giving cell within my body. So much beauty I can’t sit nor stand as the water  rushes to head my head and trickles out my eyes to produce a single tear.
         Halted.
As if the cold harshness of the world pulled the plug with such force that the water simply fell from me. Hollow, empty, sinking.

Mother, I know that you hear me.
United by a language, only 4 letters long. Hidden, universal, the alphabet connects us all. Like a golden silken rope, a hope, binds us together. From pigs in pens, fruits on the tree, entangles humanity and it connects to me! From the genepool you made us, gave us chance to grow, evolution pulling strings like a puppeteers show. But we spat that back at you, exploited, your body lay cold as your ***** once again for your oil and coal.

Mother, I know you see me.
Dawn brings with it the purest of hours. Time allows us to talk, to stop, like old friends in a coffee shop, letting themselves droop into the dancefloor of the steam, encircling there heads like the ghosts of lost dreams. It’s the calm before the storm, your bitter cold nestles into me to seek the warmth that you had made. If I could Id take you in my arms and protect you from all that I can not fix. I’d aim my words like weapons into the hearts of your tormentors, your children. With my pen id scrape the plaque residing within there souls and we’d stop this, look after you as our own. But as hairs stand on end, my frail frame shivers, our fleeting moment slips away. It is silently understood that I too am broken. Your tears fall, cascading down the tarmac scars etched across your body. With you I cry, my clothes wet through as if to bear your pain is the only hand I can offer you to hold.

Mother, I am sorry.
Sorry for the eyes that stare back at you from behind that bars of their intensive homes. Their bodies a prison, destined to be the marinated centerpiece, a symbol of status for another desperate housewife, barely breathing through the contraption that fits her in loaned clothes.

I’m sorry I can’t finish what I’ve started. The last words should offer you comfort if not solution, but how can the answers slip from the chaotic mind of the broken-hearted. The truth is we all have nails in our hands, and what it means to be human has been lost to the cross that we all bare. Lonely, despair. We fight the tides of society, its judgments, expectations, racial discrimination, oppression, victim blaming. We try to keep sailing. But what we fail to see is that we’re failing and the only hope of this changing lies within the broken fragments of our humanity.
 Jan 2016
Joyce
You can only win this battle
if you are willing to fight.

You can only see clear
when the fog has left your sight.

You can find the courage
to do the things you must do.

Look deep inside your heart.
You will find the answers of truth.

Believe in yourself.
And the rest will follow to.
 Dec 2015
jeffrey robin
.


Touch all faces

Ere we die

As we lived

( all all

In vain ! )









a story !

Please !

Tell us the story

"          "

See the footsteps along the emptiness

Along the beach  before the

Eternal

Sea

And the primordial

Understanding

That unravels

Destiny from mere fate

)(


We must

Do what we were born to do

To become only free at last

\"/

Tired eyes

Create trite ideals

For wisdom is gone

)(

Wild wild stallion

We are the heroes come once more

Do not be afraid

The winds blow



It is a new world now



.
 Dec 2015
Tanisha Jackland
All the trouble in the world
And you chose here.
The millions of light years
It took for you to reach us.
Inside your golden breath
never dying but
Igniting streams of iridescent strings.

This one singularity.

Bated upon your lips
Are the deeds of
the Light in action.
The silvery bond
Holding us all together.

Yet, they will hurt you
they will plunge you into
the well of sorrow
with their apathetic glances
and stiletto tongues


But you are the crystalline Sun.
With the power inside
your rainbow colored eyes.

*You are the truth.
The shift.
The one.
A message for all the Indigo, Crystal and Rainbow
children and adults out there...wherever you are.
 Dec 2015
Pax
Sometimes,
you don't need any labels
to do what you love.
this was a comment back then as i read a particular piece here in HP, I've save it as a quote to share to everyone.
a quote, a reminder, a shout-out.
 Dec 2015
Chris
~

Stranger than fiction
the fact that we are
In love with each other
yet we are so far

Affection keeps growing
no matter how wrong
To show that together
is where we belong

Traditional reasons
our romance you see
Is so far from normal
this love, you and me

And who would believe it
if ever they saw
These feelings we’re having
in spite of it all

But I just can’t help it
this love that I feel
No matter how different
can only be real

So know this is fact
these words that you view
What’s stranger than fiction
has somehow come true
 Nov 2015
Jack Thompson
This might be the last time I see you
before you leave...

What if I told you?...

The most important thing to me this year
was meeting you.
That we've become great friends
that could do anything together and
I really value how special that is
- how special you are.

When I look at you I see
the most amazing person
I'll meet in this lifetime.

But I can't let you get on that plane
and disappear into the sunset
without you knowing how much
I respect and completely adore you.
How much I wish I could act on that.

I have no regrets, no expectations, just a full heart.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Nov 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
Treasure every breath you make
It could be the last you take
Treasure the lake, sail the sea
Little beauty left in the world to see
Treasure even the stranger by the boulevard
You just can't tell the much that person's endured
Treasure the road even if you doubt where it leads
For the beautiful scar,a wound bleeds
Treasure the clear sky and the clouds when they come
It's not everyday we go through storms and find calm
Treasure the dusk as darkness creeps in at nightfall
As you treasure the Sunrise treasure the fall
Treasure the trees even after they've lost their leaves
Treasure kindness like everyone gives
Treasure humanity like all other species don't matter
Treasure every person and treasure the latter
Treasure the world as family probably we might find peace
Treasure all the time you spend like the cash you borrow
Treasure yourself like you cherish that first kiss
Treasure Today like there's never gonna be a tomorrow
 Nov 2015
SG Holter
I think I might be too tired
To be outraged.
I want to stand on my head and
Hands in front of the moon just
Clearing the horizon, and make
Myself into a peace-sign.

The only flag I wish to paste
Over my facebook profile picture
Is a huge, white one.
No more. Please.
Peace.

But all I can do is waste whispers

Underneath the raging roars of
Bloodthirst, revenge and hearts
Vocalizing the pain of their lost
Limbs.
Too tired to be angry.
Too dry to cry.

Victims. Aren't we all?
I draw November air
And exhale something like a
Prayer, as my loved ones walk to
And from work and school like
Potential bulls-eyes in the

Eyes of pure, ******* evil.
I'd cover a grenade
For any one of them. But for now
I stand against the rising moon
Like a capital "I", then
Put my dot of a heart

On the ground directly
Before me, looking
To the skies.
Furiously fatigued; a tired
Human exclamation
Mark.
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