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 Jun 2023
Chuck Kean
Dead To Me

       Everything that came before
Is just a vision in the rear view
Faded away like a dream or
A vision in the misty morning dew

When your hand reached out for me
It gave me a reason to live
It was your forgiveness and love
That helped me heal and forgive

But with a heart so broken
And the shadow that was cast
Like a snake shedding its skin
I was slow to shed my past

As the picture of the painting
Began to become clear
I was able to see all the Angles
That you sent to be near

And everything had to open
My eyes so that I could see
I had to become dead to myself and
The past Had to become Dead To Me

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright ©️ 06/19/2023
All rights reserved
Thank You Jesus!!!
 Jun 2023
Robin Carretti
Dwindle-Melt-Dissolve
Lips of the world lost
        Unsolved
Evanesce bring to life
Live-Love- Dance

 Prayers>> of >the> Providence
        
Lips deep--- tears-seeded
    Life unfolds
Loved ones need to be hold
World spins High flower
       Chin

Are we all connected within?

Anxiety on the rise
Weaken flower transforms to begin
Sun lips gladiolus
Melody of Mozart- Amadeus
Honeysuckle- Rose lips

Healing rain European trips
Winding minds of stairs
They lost the flowers
Bad politics and affairs
I saw the light

Candle-lips star
bright
Lips got healed God sent
Don't dwell on life the big rent
The world is very displeasing I thought I would put some bright colors and flowers to lift the spirit
 Jun 2023
Pagan Paul
The acid that runs cold through my veins
wishes that it just rains and rains,
to wash away my darkest pains
and cleanse me 'til nothing remains.

Playing evil with my deepest fears,
tapping my strings all these years,
the truth unblind at last appears,
nothing is worth the salt of my tears.

Deep within my soul slowly breaks,
the toll that this reality fire takes
has scarred me with fantasy flakes,
and scorched me with so many mistakes.

Pagan Paul (April 2022)
 Jun 2023
Thomas W Case
I wonder where my little pagan princess is?
No doubt, she's out casting spells,
or getting her nails, hair, and lips painted black.
I gave her a broomstick for her birthday and said it was cheaper on gas than her Saab.
She failed to see the humor in it.
What I wouldn't give to find a woman that dug watching sunsets, The Three stooges, and listening to Miles Davis; that looked alive, instead of like Morticia from the Adams Family,  or some demented funeral
director on crack.

She's got a meeting with the
coven tonight.
I suggested that we get some
Chardonnay, put on some Van Morrison, and make love by
the fireplace.
She just cackled and flew off,
in her Saab, not on the broomstick.
 Jun 2023
Unpolished Ink
Sea-Flower
you were never one of us
not really
I think you drifted
perhaps we cut you loose
I cannot remember
anyway we meant no harm
we had the shallow callow charm of youth
a cruel chant
which slays the slayer in the end
how could we comprehend your need
or the way that it would end
one cold October day among the ****
pale as apple blossom
Sea-Flower indeed
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