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 Feb 2021 Parker Vance
NAN
I feel. . .
  The cool autumn breeze.

I hear. . .
  The swaying of thunderous palm tree's.

I smell. . .
  Cheap fields of flowers from your perfume.

I taste. . .
  The bittersweet ocean that mocks me.

I am. . .
   waiting
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I am a hungry poet named Nan.
what's next? you ask,
wondering what will happen
when this life ends

for me it's quite simpel
your faith have the power
to bring imagination to existence

and your images of heaven and hell
of paradise, reincarnation and afterlife
they are all true and untrue

and you see that religion is a question
without a false answer
a struggle without defeat

life is the most beloved creation by existence itself
you can decide how to spend the afterlife
as the end is just a new beginning

Soo ... what's next?
To the person who saw afterlife and want to discuss - please stand up

Not a answer but a thought of the poem "God's Ghazal" by Parker Vance on HelloPoetry. The "wishing you just cared god" got me thinking.

For me there was always something beyond god and gods as there appearence is limited.
I always liked the concept of something that gave human the gift to create their own afterlife.
For some it may appear naive but for me it's the core of inner peace
I find you in that morning sky,
in the bird songs and the fresh air
I find you in the flower
with sweet smell!
You're in the happiness of bees.

You're on wet leaves of dew
and in the early dawn
You're in the green branches of spring
You're at the beginning of ray.
O God, the rising sun follows
your command every day.

Oh my God,
Bless me like this beautiful nature!
I pray to you this heavenly morning-
Give me patience and make me pious;
Lord, forgive me with your mercy, please!
BE
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 Feb 2021 Parker Vance
Chris
Working and pregnant?
No time off

Graduated from college?
4 years; no job

Born into a poor family?
Invest in real estate

Paid minimum wage?
Work harder.

Sick in need of meds?
Only costs $750

Born a minority?
Stop being lazy

For these reasons and more
We hope you enjoy your stay
In the USA.
Capitalism is broken.

If you don't agree with that after reading this poem, feel free to DM me and I'll see if I can show you more reasons as to why Capitalism is flawed.

Have a wonderful day, stay safe, and fight the machine.
 Feb 2021 Parker Vance
ruby
and mentally abused
since i stepped into her house

homeless again as in today
Drifting into the past,
tomorrow slipped further away

Drifting into the past,
my writing had little to say

Drifting into the past,
the moments became moments no more

Drifting into the past
—being no longer certain or sure

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)
And when I look around
it seems to be a never ending winter
Without the snow or the warmth of home

But as soon as the sun shines through
you will catch a spark
And begin to bloom
A reminder to myself and all readers that bad times will pass someday. Got hit by the corona blues but now with sun and stars shining in a clear sky, life doesn't seem so bad anymore :)
 Feb 2021 Parker Vance
olivia
little arrow falls
nightly compass guides your route
be still and breathe dear
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