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 Jul 2017 olivia
phil roberts
Sometimes in life
I've taken all I that could get
And at other times
I've given all that I am
And then ultimately
I was empty of everything
And full of nothing
But at least I've lived
And lived hard at that

                                By Phil Roberts
 Jul 2017 olivia
JL Smith
Alone again,
But not lonely
Accepted solitude
As tranquility
Your fear
My freedom
Exploring my depth
Releasing my demons
Core settles
In tune
Mind opens
Heart composes
Serenity and beauty
Heeding inner voice
Spiritual rejoice
Gratitude
Emotional latitude
Flows freely
Rejecting the judgmental,
Artificial
Open to growth
Affirming an oath
Confident in myself
Purpose in moving forward
Trusting my gut
Relying on Superiority
The One and Only
Alone again,
But not lonely

© JL Smith
 Jul 2017 olivia
SøułSurvivør
... are like seeds.

They are meant to be scattered!


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SøułSurvivør
7/11/2017
Inspired be Oh Henry cried she

My thoughts are best scattered anyway...

I MUST go to bed! G'night all!
 Jul 2017 olivia
Keith Wilson
Breathe out the bad stuff
The fear anxiety depression
And all the nasty evil thoughts
Breathe in the good stuff
Wisdom and light
From a clear clear sky
No clouds
And inner peace and calm will come
Just as a bubble bursts
All the nasty stuff
will disappear
 Jul 2017 olivia
Ramin Ara
Forget
What
Hurt
You
But
Never
  Forget
What
It
  Taught
You
 Jul 2017 olivia
SøułSurvivør
~~<♢>~~

paper chosen
quill in hand
pondering or
obliging
a muse already
quick of wit
within the heart
residing
pen & paper have,
in written word,
set about
colliding

we write our mythology
we constillate the stars
we create our own legends
from nebulae afar
we sculpt our
classic statue
no storm can
ever mar

we color worlds with crayons
lavender and blue
or frame them
in computer screens
with pixels rainbow hues
nobody can tell us
our reality
ain't
TRUE!

we write
though indignation
we use pen as sword
against corrupt society
we can't fathom anymore
we call out politicians
and all elitist ******


~ lust & love ~

there are many muses
which can bring pain or bliss
but none as cruelly fickle
as the romance
of this
nor any as wondrous
as the beauty
of a
kiss


~ angst & despair ~


here is the morbid one
sowing her foul seeds
or she will spin her
silken threads
be careful of her deeds!
she sparkles like a
spider's web
is dressed in
widow's weeds


~ spirituality, religion & faith ~

there are vast multitudes
of hands which point us hence
and many roads to get there
and many an offense
I have found my trusted way
i sit not on a fence!
Jesus is my savior
and lives in
PRESENT TENSE!


~ nostalgia & the past ~


this muse is
made of metal
her jaws are red with rust
shadowed halls with paintings
and statues made of dust
or a pathway
through a garden
with fragrant blooms
in mist

but the greatest
muse of all
a friend to young or old
who makes us awed or timid
or bravehearted & bold
this one will always
help us
to get our story told
this muse is our great desire

for the freeing of the

SOUL



SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
This is something I've had drafted for a while. Then my dad became ill, and i didn't publish it. Thought I'd finally post it. Hope you enjoy reading!

The last few days have been a joy with my father's miraculous recovery. Watching from his bedside I've seen him go from a pale yellow skeletal figure, struggling for his very breath, to a calm, peacefully resting man, off his respirator and all pain meds.
All the doctors & nurses are baffled & amazed! Just as they were when he was CURED OF CANCER.

WE PRAYED FOR HIM THEN, TOO.

Thanks to you all for being patient with me. But I'm sure you can understand or relate.

♡♡♡ GOD BLESS YOU! ♡♡♡
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