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Steal my poems, all of them
For I care not where it goes
Spread them, claim that my words are yours
and I shall gladly witness
my thoughts being spread across the globe
Pour out my ashes
for every poem is part of my soul
Every poem
a desperate attempt to cleanse my thoughts
So spread my work
I will touch hearts where ever my feelings go
I know I am armed to the teeth
So be my arms dealer
and soon I will have the world within arms reach
Every person armed to the teeth
with stolen words they can barter,
ask questions, provide insight
that others can't see
Steal my work, please
Every poem will spark heat
Ignite and hearts beat
My children will fall free
For I am a lost tree
Angels don't cry for me
Shadow light sprinkle lightly on my head don't you see. .

Sparkles lightening in the sky
Dying grey day envelopes the way
Where hearts surges to follow the silence of art
with wind beneath your wings
I beg you not to cry ...

Having taken the journey
from dark to light
became the beginning of the end
discovering my own source
hence the reason to look within ...

Soft wind prayers surrounding the hearts
That fluffs like the peaks
Of the valley alms that leeks
Where random fathoms live so well
High on the hills that ring their bell
In a gentle sweet sound
Finally To be found. ....

Angels Don't Cry for me....*

Debbie Brooks 2014
~~~



i am broken
i am broken
i'm a broken girl

I am tired
i am tried
of this cold cruel world

it is pointless
it is pointless
it's pointless it seems

when you're broken
when you're broken
and have no dreams

~~~

I am broken
i am broken
I'm a broken man

there is no one
there is no one
who really understands

how can i
how can i
live in this place?

the eternal
the eternal
rat........ race

~~~

I was broken
I was broken
for you my child

I lived here
I lived here
in this world so wild

I was beaten
I was beaten
and hung on a cross

I died
I died
for the lost

I know all
I know all
that you go through

when you're broken
when you're broken

I'LL RESCUE YOU



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 20, 2014
This is a rewrite of a song
I wrote in 2009

It is posted for a poet friend...

Jesus was labeled illegitimate
From birth... which means he
Was ostracized

He spent many years alone

He never married

He was criticized and tempted
By trickery throughout His
Ministry... many of His followers
Abandoned Him... even His
Inner circle lacked faith
Didn't pray for Him during the
Most trying time of His
Short life... one denied Him

And one totally betrayed Him... with a KISS.

Most people know the rest
Of the story....

What did He say almost with
His final breath?

Father, FORGIVE THEM.
FOR THEY KNOW NOT
WHAT THEY DO...

HE FORGAVE US.
WHO ARE WE NOT
TO FORGIVE OURSELVES?
What is it with this generation of lost souls? Do you ever just sit and think, where did we lose the part that made us whole?
Somewhere along the way, hating love and loving hate became the forefront of everything we say.

Somehow it became the generation of kids who probably won't realize they're adults until, one day, they look in the mirror and see that they're 45, still in the same pair of designer jeans and expensive shoes they could barely even afford. And the only reason they bought them was to post a picture on instagram just to get false sense of validation from people they barely even know.

We lost sight of the importance of being an advocate of self.
When we have money, that's our only weath.
What about wealth in mind, body, spirit?
This generation would rather snort lines for an out of body experience.
How sad.
The generation that will laugh watching others cry, just to fit in.
What, exactly, are you trying to fit into?
What is it really, that prevents you from being in-tune?
Why the moon isn't as interesting as that little corner of doom in a messy room, while you have no desire to bloom.

I want so badly for this generation to be better, together.
To treat one another like sister and brother -
It's time for everyone to blow their cover.
Take off the mask, they're no longer needed.
Be the future, because we are. Become what you want to be seeded.
It's okay to cry or to ask for help. Put your pride aside, go inside to find that real wealth.
I challenge you to be better.
Look yourself In the mirror and surrender.
I wish you love and peace through all of your endeavors.

Love.
- L.G.
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