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In each and every moment, there is good and there is bad,
For in each moment, we can be happy or we can be sad.
Every day has it's dawn, every rose has it's thorn,
You never know quite what to expect from the moment we are born.

When things are going good, they're going great,
Never underestimate the cold hands of fate.
At any instant can a situation flip,
In each and everything we do, it is a lucky dip.

We can look back and see, how things were before,
Yet once again have things changed, now whose keeping score?
In a second things went from good to quite bad,
Lost in the moment, now nothing but sad.

I will always wonder whose fault I am to blame,
But, in the end, I and that person are all but the same.
We are, but the same person you see,
The wickedness in him, is the wickedness in me.

Never underestimate the cold hands of fate,
You never quite know if you'll be too late.
Don't take anything for granted,
Keep your feet firmly planted.
Never stop fighting for that which means most,
Forever and ever my dear friend...repost.
In an instant things can change.
This one line can apply to many a things.
For each and every person we relate differently.
But there has come a time in our lives when fate struck us kindly.
In such a turn fate has stricken us
 Jun 2015 HRTsOnFyR
Joel M Frye
Woman

     as the

object

     of my

                  desire

you are

      much

                   less than human.

I cannot

       ((let))

you be

yourself;

                   I do not have the

power

                   to give my

permission.


To be

objectified

          is to be flawless;

you are imperfectly

                     warm, soft,

flesh and blood.


I am

          sick and tired of

object

                    lessons.

come, teach me more
of what real is.
To Cyndi, who taught me I had not the power or the right.
1/19/2011  JMF
 Jun 2015 HRTsOnFyR
Nicole Dawn
I was hiking
With a nine year old boy
The other day

And suddenly he slipped

It wasn't a bad fall
Not even a scratch
I doubt if it even bruised

But he started crying
And screaming

He yelled,
I can't do it!
It hurts too much!
I have to go back!

And I said,
I know how that feels,
But you've just got to keep going
Because I knew he wasn't actually hurt

The thing was,
I was never talking about the hike
True story..... Happened yesterday
 Jun 2015 HRTsOnFyR
Chris
.

I don't write
poetry,
I write little pieces
of my heart,
hoping
they will
*touch yours
Planet shines lit by the nearest Star
Dry, hot ember glows in the dark
While candle wax is like water

. . . and they all burn for. .        

  (  T h e  F i r e  W i t h i n  )
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nf_x14bs3do
my father
once told me,
a man becomes a hero
not through a show of strength
but through his grace and wit at length
for herein lies his warmest most accepting embrace
defusing his coldest darkest impulse to even imagine an arms race.
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