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Warriors can be dragged through the dirt, but still come out pure - they become one with the earth.

Warriors can have their roots pulled out from under them, but still stand strong and tall - they know their worth.

Warriors can be beat down to the ground, and be walked upon,
but while they're down there, they'll look up to the stars and continue to dream on...

Because warriors can handle their business - their inner light shines brightly, through any darkness; they've seen it all, they're prepared to take anything on!

They're not looking for sympathy, they've given up on the idea of believing that outside forces will come forth and bring any kind of soul healing salvation,

They've learned that they can only depend on themselves - they've had no choice but to become a soldier for justification.

They're armed with resilience, empathy, kindness, compassion, and experience - but they won't stand for hypocritical thinkers,

They've met and battled with the worst - they won't tolerate degradation from rotten, evil, ***** stinkers!

Warriors will be your very best friend until the very last second of the end...

Take my advice... don't mistake their kindness for weakness - because warriors are always ready to bring on a revolutionary war - they're always ready to defend!

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Nov 2016 kaycog
Justin S Wampler
Shine and dance
as your blessed iridescence
flies in the moonlight
of a brisk winter's night,
as we spin, time slows
and above us infinite stars glow,
the fallen leaves twirl in a breeze,
limbs creak on the naked trees,
headstones stolid in the earth
all grant us a wide berth
because the dead they stand above
endlessly envy our true love.
 Nov 2016 kaycog
Leay
Celery soup
 Nov 2016 kaycog
Leay
Late in the day a man all alone
Surrounded by gray and somber in tone
Shuffled with effort
For tired his sort
Inquiry
he made
Of a can of import

And crooked a gaze
From a clerk in a daze

When this his request
Was cheaply
Appraised

For his head did it bow
For
Her head
side to side

For his smallest request
Was quickly denied

And there did I stand
And shared his dismay
While all around
Spoke
the news of the day
The coupons
The deals
The
The 5 minute meals
The
Lottery folk
While
Clicking there heals

So beyond ,in disbelief

For he would not this day
Find what had  brought him
all of this way

So, empty his cart
So poor is this man
With broken of heart
Without the right can

For gluttons all us
With
Sales at a scoop
While one man
Would be fine
With
Celery soup.
I saw this happen yesterday.  Humbled to say the least.
 Nov 2016 kaycog
Johnnyqu33r
Scotch tape and super glue,
To keep me all collected.
Chewing gum and safety pins,
Those also work in a pinch.

Cement strapping me down,
When I just want to float away.
Counting sheep gets boring,
These days everything is dull.

Feelings are hard to organize,
Sometimes harder to express.
I can be really fine on the outside,
But this interior is a mess.

Some days I want to unravel,
Let everything just slip away.
My hands are calloused and dry,
From gripping too **** tightly.

I wonder how it feels to be weightless,
To forgive and forget and breathe.
To wake up refreshed and ready,
No glue or gum or pins or tape.
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