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Yesterday you say today
Today you say tomorrow
Go out and change this place
Times not ours to borrow
 Jul 2015 Jesibell arz
Dawn King
You opened your mouth, and the words came out
Came right out from the heart, in the heart
Of the desert, and your heart was a desert
Deserted arid, you alone, never alone, forever
Lonely, only because the words came out
Out there, where they were
They were deaf, and blind, blinded from
The blinders they wore, deafened at war
With lies, lying to you, you... lied to, mute
Mutated, saying nothing, with
Nothing talking, speaking nothing so
No thing is spoken, to you, broken because
You opened your mouth, and the words came out
This is an original work by Dawn King and must not be copied.
"Now, this is a view
That I wish I could see forever"*  you sighed, whilst peering at the landscape
That tumbled in front of us in a way that only nature could!
"I agree," I smiled, glancing at only you, taking your hand and silently wishing that you will be my forever-view.
Love should be fallen into,
Not dived into,
Because love grows only with time,
We fall into it and its so deep that we fall slowly,
Exactly why its not controlled my gravity,
Love is meant to grow gradually,
Never rush it,
If its meant to be,
Believe me,
Its there to last forever
O Lord flood my heart overwhelming with your Tasty Love.
The Love that keeps giving, that brings your most divine healing.
The true Love that reveals your presence within me daily.
Give me that Love that is used to reach out to everyone here.
Not the one for just one person nor a few that are in my life.
Give me that Love that I Can use to help others everywhere I go.
Because I want to reach out to everyone not to just a chosen few.
For my life's goal is to bring everyone that I meet to heaven with me.
Celebrating there , and worshipping you O Most Saving God.
 Jun 2015 Jesibell arz
Arun C
Who would I be now
if I did that when

let me find a pen
and think of when

what measure a man
but the sum of his choices squared

what life we wear
is our choices striped bare

can you spare
a morality pair

bend to break
but never ever bend to lose shape

shattered pieces can be mended
thus it is as creation intended

but remember stray too far
away from your centering star

and you might lose your compunction
for form and function

some roads are only one way trips
and its never wise to book passage on a sinking ship

so go right go left
break good break bad but stay in step

Who would I be now
if I did that when?
The weekly news
For the past 5200 weeks,
Fills like the undug dig.
Famine, disaster, disease,
War and ruination
Are piled and plied,
Recycled and reused,
Familiar and alien,
Storied and spun.
Beheadings aren't new or news:
Meathooks and blades
Are rusting beneath the surface,
Dug and brushed off
As relics of our century.
But digs never give the whole story:
The Acts of Kindness,
The ***** donors,
The designated drivers,
The visit of a friend,
The holding hand,
The unexpected gift,
The touch at the end,
The altruism.
We don't lose these;
We don't bury them.
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