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 Jan 2016
Peter Cullen
Another night in Paris,
but different than the ones before.
Left with love to conquer,
the terror knocking on the door.
I hope this won't discourage,
Liberty, where it was born.
For hatred is an energy
not within,
when we are born.
It's harnessed by a twisted way.
A path, that lost souls
sometimes take.
Lambs brought to the slaughter.
Brainwashed, to the point of hate.
Where every single drop of blood,
is washed away
with so called faith.
Yet I pray for all the victims,
not to a God that will dictate
I pray to what's within us all,
The love that is the only way.
A prayer to **** the hatred.
A guiding light
to show the way.
 Jan 2016
Daniel Ospina
Come and wade with me in Lake Midnight,
Where fireflies join the stars,
Twinkling and glowing yellow warm light,
A swirl of reverie from afar.

Come be one with the water, still and sweet.
We are special guests here
To a concert of crickets, love songs they sing,
Which only you and I can hear.

Come dance with me among moon beams
Illuminating Lake Midnight.
Nature knows us very well, it seems,
Binding our hearts ever so tight.

Come and swim beneath the wild willows,
Watching our bodies become tangled
As we play with the midnight minnows,
Our laughter at a wrangle.

Come to Lake Midnight, where love is reborn,
Amends all that is torn, and makes new what is worn.
 Jan 2016
Duncan Grant Bell
I wrote a prayer just the other night
In it I asked for the gift of flight
That I may flee all this insecurity
It lies deep within so none can see
But when the night has come
My mind becomes undone
I wrote a prayer just the other day
In it I wrote all that I had to say
Lord I began and Lord I ended
Yet I left so many offended
“How dare I speak to someone not there!”
“How do I know that He can even care?”
They asked these questions repeatedly
Yet they never once considered me
The world pretends it wants the best
But soon you realize the parasitic pest
Drains you and steals the life in your veins
Yet we are able to break these chains
We turn our eyes to the Healer
We put our hope in our Leader
Yes! We have the power to say, do, and be
All that Christ intended for us on Calvary
So brothers and sisters, let us learn to love
And forget how to push and shove
Too often is a person broken down
By the thorns on Jesus’ crown
 Jan 2016
Duncan Grant Bell
I spoke all my words
I see the vision blurred
I am terrified to the core
What would she do if she saw
I want to be better
I want write the perfect love letter
But what if she knew
Can she see right through
I’m just a boy who prays
Who has been caught in a daze
I fail in areas I should not
I do like her a lot
It appears I am all over the place
I know how deeply I need grace
Lord forgive me for failing
Help me return to smooth sailing
Conform my mind to Yours
Show me the open doors
Help me to love her
And not to stir
The things that should sleep
Lord please will You keep
My heart and my soul
In Your perfect control
 Jan 2016
Duncan Grant Bell
What would she say
What would she think
If she saw me sink
Standing in the day
Falling in the night
It is not a show
That I allow to flow
It is my darkest fight
I’m scared she will leave
Because of my sin
The darkness within
Even though I believe
Will I still get hurt
If I speak openly
About my insanity
Will I feel like dirt
If these words are spoken
Am I just melancholic
Or just sinfully sick
Will I feel less broken
If I write as if none will read
Am I more free
With unbridled honesty
Acknowledging my need
Let the truth out
I live always improving
Cause life is always moving
Despite all my doubt
 Jan 2016
Duncan Grant Bell
Thoughts flood
Like the flow of blood
Deep in my veins
I lose the reins
I may wonder
What if the thunder
Hit me one night
Hearing out of sight
What if I had begun
What should not be done
Would I be alive
Would I thrive
No matter how futile
I wonder once in a while
What if I did not surrender
Would I be much better
What if the blade cut
Would it have shut
All these open doors
Would others be there
Would people still care
It is in these stars
I think of all my scars
Scars that cannot be seen
Scars that have always been
Christ has set me free indeed
Yet I still have this great need
Sin remains my fight
Even in the dark night
I have true salvation
But recall the abomination
That once was me
And looking back I see
That growth has taken place
As I tirelessly pursue His face
I cannot claim
That I’m the same
As the one I follow
I’ve my own sorrow
I’ve my own blemishes
Yet He finishes
The faith I’ve been given
Because He has risen
It is in my eyes
That I realize
That no amount
Of inner doubt
No what if thought
Could make Him nought
Even the worst me
Is loved endlessly
No matter how wrong
He makes me belong

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