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With those simple words she
Took
My
Desire to write
My passion for life
And
The smile from my face.
What should i do when all i have is myself to lose.
Run this way,when my mind is telling me to run another
&&never; listen to another,&lov;; God like no other,&show; my love
towards everyone.What should i do,when my heart is telling me,something
but my ears refuse to listen..&&my; body is taking over everything,
My love is under all my pain..&⁢'s driving me insane,hope i will l
earn to love the same.
 Aug 2013 L Gardener
Rob C
She needs the Lord
Like she needs her breath.
Oxygen taken from my lungs,
Abruptly as I gaze into herself.
Stop.
What you're doing and take a look around,
It's bound to astound
You.
Can change, it's simple.
Our life here is merely a ripple.
Classic heart full of love.
Classic start, no loss,
A nudge in my back.
Propel.
Forward into the abyss.
I taste this.
Can't quit.
With God as my witness
Mind flooded with visions.
I live with intentions.
Pure.
Incisions of living.
I'll start from the beginning.
I live for the Lord.
Forever Forgiving.
 Aug 2013 L Gardener
Niveda Nahta
Crack,cocain,
****,heroine,
****,LSD,
Don't know what am saying,
Is it my depression,
Or a confession,
Or just a symptom of effusion,
Its my abrasion,
Yes it hurts,
It hurts my body,
It hurts my soul,
but doesn't feel sorry,
these, these filthy little stuff are,
What makes my living possible,*

  Are what makes me controlable,    tell me a way to run from them,     to make them leave me,                 I used to have a life,                 before I went stupid..                       Before i went mad,                          no one to talk to, they were my only friends,             the one i could depend,             even in my darkest days...
 Aug 2013 L Gardener
Val Ajdari
From my lips
come hints of
sarcasm.
Sarcasm shielding
the truth
of me.

From my eyes
comes out
the truth.
The truth
about me.

But?  To what?  Degree.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
 Aug 2013 L Gardener
rusty shacks
Well if you need something
wet to dip your pen into, try this:

Well your tongue's sails may
swell and lose and fumble and
stumble numbly tonguing gums for
words still unfound as i flounder
in this bloating sea like the
drowned Phoenician sailor Phlebus
who said that:

"pleasure
is easily
the conquerer"
I like kitty cats
They are very soft and warm.
I like to pet them.
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