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May Christ bless each and every one of you, my friends.
May your day be smooth, and full of tremendous Joy.
May everything that you touch bless everyone that you know.
May you be one of Christ most blessed servant to others.
May his Great protection of you be like Psalms 91 protection.
May your heart always be filled with Love for everyone.
May everything that you love, be pure and Holy too.
May your nights be filled with rest and peace always my friend.
 Apr 2016 Keith Labonte
Tom Blake
The Jehovah's Witnesses
Constantly
Find ways
For you not to LIVE!
Life... to its Fullness!
On
Top
Of that,
They are obsessed with talking about
the END...
Of the world!

This LIFE
We are born into
And
Given by God
IS a gift so amazing...
You will  Never
Find
The right words to describe how
Special it is!

Don't be Fooled!
Don't be brain washed!

ENJOY
This gift
Because one day
It...Will...be...over.
WE
Don't
Need
Constantly
Reminded
Of It!!
By my Son J. Who, like us all,  are on a journey.
Do you feel the once calm flames buried beneath your skin
Rapidly raging with the urgency of my nail?

Will the loneliness caged in the dip above your collarbone
Latch onto my lips with anticipation to be freed?

Can you sense the warmth of your love between your *****
Pulsating and growing with every movement?
All of the copyright jargon goes here!
Posted on Hello Poetry April 29,2016
By Bianca Reyes
Duh
The best poets
give us mirrors
to
better see
ourselves
10w
Azure blue skies
Surrenders to
Purple
And hues of
Orange-red

Shadows meld
Into the oncoming
Dark cloak
From a sinking
Star
Revealing secrets
Of cosmos past

Reaching as far as I can
Stretching each fiber to
Their limit

Plucking out of the black
A single point of light
Cupping it's energy
With my palms

The energy feeds me
Gives me strength
Nurtures the
Totality of my
Being

A new dawn approaches
Smile
knowing
that we all
trudge
through beautiful
entropy
Earth day
comes and
goes
Everyone
forgets about
the
Sun
Why is the Earth, our home, celebrated only once a year?
We only fall,
only bleed
Where we
choose
to
fight
Life can be a glass
of water
sitting out in the
hot sun
evaporating
slowly

Drop by
precious
drop

Take a drink.
Savor the taste.
We only have
one glass.
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