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 Aug 2020 Marka Acton
Sjr1000
Death was sticking a gun
in the back of my neck
It hurt like hell
I started to beg.

I realized than
If death pulled the trigger
There would be nothing,
The deepest dark
Just like before we were born.

I became totally calm, peaceful
and
content.

Surrender

All that remained
Was a whisper
And the endless silence.
The end of fear.

The dream it knew.

My days were never to be the same.
 Aug 2017 Marka Acton
Traveler
As a mere rhymer
I have nothing to prove
To the editorial readers
Nor even their muse
No need for their "ahs"
Nor even their "oohs"
My rhymes are aimed
At the poetical crew

Creativity is a savory drug
I get high on what you say
Aesthetics fill my restless heart
Colorful words paint my day
On and on I read and rhyme
With folks I've never met
Voice's of the kindred kind
Never a regret!
Traveler Tim
 Jun 2017 Marka Acton
Mary-Rose H
Peace, happiness, security-
we reach for these,
but they often
slip from our grasp
as life
             wreaks

                         its

                          havoc

                           ­    on

                               our

                             hearts,
                             and we hit bottom.

Chaos                         around
              flutters
our
                    heads      ­             bats
                       like

worries crowd in and fill our ears eyes and lungs until they're our every waking moment and we can't breathe as they surround us,

and loss,
coming and going in a flash,
takes us out at the knees,
rips someone from their place
in our hearts,
and leaves us
b  r  o  k  e  n
on the ground
with no way out...

Until

a still, small voice
beckons you
out
of your pain;
the whisper
of a Father who
promises
love,
peace,
and an end to the darkness.*

His arms encircle you,
His presence fills you,
His love hushes your pain,
like a mother quieting her child,
changing your tears
of heartache
to those
of awe
that this kind of love
should not only
simply
exist,
but be given to you.
And on the heels of love
comes *peace.
 Jan 2017 Marka Acton
UnderDog
My heart shattered
the pieces all broken and scattered
on the floor it lays
one day hoping to be repaired and find a way

No one cares
Once again I'll be left in the dark alone with my tears
But its okay I'll be fine
I was always the problem and the blame is mine
-UnderDog
I been on this road for awhile now.
I seen death, suffering, and pain.
But I know that my job is to pray.
For when you truly start to love.
Then you shall cry out in prayer.
For all of those that are hurting.
Praying for Life , healing , and strength.
For all of those that are in your life.
I know that I do not deserve the Lord's Love.
For my brokenness is heavy in my heart always.
I can not count the time of being faithless to him.
Nor can I recount all the times that I fail him here.
But his Faithfulness has nothing to do with my faithless.
Nor does it has anything to do with my wicked attitude.
What it does have to do with is his Goodness and Love.
It has to do with his Love for each and everyone of us.
Because he truly is the God of Love and Salvation.
So until we end up in the ground, he shall never give up on us.
For he truly Loves each and every one of us with perfect love.
So I shall continue to Praise him and thank him from my heart.
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