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 Feb 2015 Jaclyn
Eudora
Such luscious lips, with pinkish glow!
She's beautiful.

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Her chapped lips,  faucet like,
cascade only words of kindness..
She's beautiful.

Such pretty,alluring eyes!
She's beautiful.

Her heavy-lidded eyes : a pair of lenses
capturing only great sharp shots,
they see clearly only the good in people..
They never despise.
She's beautiful.

Such a lovely, curvaceous figure!
She's beautiful.

Within the slim figure,  is a soul
who'll share her food with the hungry,
even if it means she'll be left with nothing
for dinner.
She's beautiful.

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Beauty is only skin deep..
Inspired by a brief chat with a dear friend today and Audrey Hepburn's insights on beauty
'Look beyond the features, it is reflected in the soul..'
 Jan 2015 Jaclyn
Tiberias Paulk
why do atoms look like galaxies
why do all shapes repeat
why do straight lines carry things
do infinities ends truly meet
what if there are no beginnings
what if the spiral is known
what if the edge of our something
is just meeting itself all alone
where are the wakeful dreamers
where will their questions fall
is this universe boundless
or simply a beautiful wall
 Jan 2015 Jaclyn
Elijah
in love with your smile
the way you make me laugh
and make me happy
my heart’s been shaking lately
dark clouds upon me
demons fighting my little faith
seeking for inner peace through
these puns and metaphors

in love with your soul
the way your spirit easily depicts
my elastic emotions and illusions
my heart finds comfort in all the lust
watch me enter the room of doom
where books and dreams descend
before me like your sins directing me
to your forest of mystery and captivity
'behind closed doors' by Elijah & Ofentse Tsie
Contemplation took charge in the room filled with lust, fairytale woken by mystery and reality arose the peace in thy spirit .

#BehindClosedDoors #Love #Lust #Mystery #Peace #Soul #Spirit
 Jan 2015 Jaclyn
Jack
Within
 Jan 2015 Jaclyn
Jack
Within
A realm of fantasy
My mind it takes control
Painting pictures
Photographs
Prepared within the soul

Imagination
Plays its hand
Cautions cast the style
What I see
Is what I am
And will be for a while

Perception
Leads a blinded eye
To where the path begins
For the moment
I shall wait
Right here so deep within
 Jan 2015 Jaclyn
Kataleya
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
 Oct 2014 Jaclyn
Lone Wolf
Our country is amazing, isn't it?
Everyone I know says so, so it must be so!
The massive crowds with flag pants
Decked out in red white and blue
A country for the masses!
A country for the massive
Beloved lady liberty!
Would be nice if she could marry lady justice
And all our wonderful freedoms!
The freedom to say what you want!
As long as it doesn't threaten others
And, oh no, don't tell them that!
You have to be nice...
The freedom of religion!
Were doing pretty good on that
There's only seven states that ban atheists from government office
The right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!
Holy ****, have we forgotten slavery?
Have we forgotten that this country was built on suffering?
We have that lovely looking blanket of paper
That makes us sound so noble
But go deep enough in the south
And just take a moment to listen
Racism is still strong, we're still not open minded
We're a country made for the deceiving
And filled with the deceived  
And let's take a moment to zoom in
At first you'll see our glory
All these beautiful cities
Buildings made into art
All our silver lining
But scratch the surface just a little
Were in debt up to our necks
And not just the country, individuals too
Paying off those student loans
Relying on social security
And being let down repeatedly
Even with that fancy four year degree
Can't find a job in today's economy
Dig deeper and you'll find the slums
This is our thickest layer
Drug addicts, petty thefts, prostitutes
Dealers, suppliers, a whole network
Trace it back and you'll find some connections
To our higher up, upperclass, upstanding citizens
"It's called the American dream because you have to be asleep to believe it" -George carlin
 Oct 2014 Jaclyn
Traveler
Another tragic moment relived
I wake up and catch my breath
The image of my little girl
Clear as the day I left

I’m so afraid of seeing her again
But more afraid I may never see her again
It’s a wonder that I can ever smile
But time lets me breathe once in a while

This wall built between us
Cast a shadow upon my soul
This burning bridge separates us
Burning beyond my control

Somehow I must return to her
To reconcile the love she missed
Somehow I must resolve this
And help to heal her brokenness
Such experience leaves a dark scar.
 Oct 2014 Jaclyn
Traveler
Yours is the touch of an angel
Such virtue within you flows
Like a pure mountain stream
You quench my thirsty soul
You’re my source of kindness
You bring me to my knees
I pray your dreams all come true
And your spirit remains free
Thank you for being so kind!!
A Nations Loss

All they have now are the memories
Of their child lost in war
Knowing that a love once held
Will not be walking through the door

He had fought and died with honor
In a war so far away
Now on a bended knee a soldier
Presents them with a flag

The cracking echoes of the rifles
The bugles sounding that he served
A reminder that their child was brave
And this medal he deserved

Each day they read his letters
With new tears now in their eyes
Praying for just one more day
Knowing he did not survive

All they have now are the memories
Of their child lost in war
Knowing that a love once held
Will not be walking through the door


Carl Joseph Roberts
Although we honor our fallen as best we can it never can be enough. The echo of a 21 gun salute, the sound of the bugals, the presentation on bended knee of the flag and a letter from the president or commander will  never relieve the true loss felt in the hearts of parents and loved ones. I give so much thanks to those who fight and the families of those who have lost.
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