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The thousand, thousand faces
Of pours, of hair, of skin
With glancing gazes - gracious
And a wealth of words - within

Some smile through their veer
Some simply snub but mostly nice
Some in slumber, some in fear
Some too busy with a vice

I am exactly as we all are
The mumbling, melting snowflakes
As I sink and swim among the stars
To avoid all massive mistakes

Onward stranger, to better things
May our minor encounter snap no strings
Caucasian cadaver in the windless woods.
Carelessly hanging from a tree.
Colorless face looking down.
Carrion yet to be seen.
Creation of an evil man.
Displaying his departed art.
Completed, his compelling plan.
Of helping death do its part.
Few colors, fewer sounds.
White skin contrasts the black dress.
Faded yellow floating all around.
Splatters of red fill the rest.
A frightful figure that overwhelms.
Above the confused and thorny trails.
All the shallow know themselves.
At the sight of this female.
Breathless before being dangled.
Dead before being displayed.
Beautiful body, cold and mangled.
Death magnificently portrayed.
Multiple stab wounds in your back.
Added to the smell of war.
Mind immersed in barren black.
Gnawed eyes to watch and adore.
Dripping, dim and dreadful.
The portrait he wanted to smear.
Your future as empty as your words.
Your hollowness shown clear.
You don't know what you're missing. 
Elders still die, the young still grow.
The leaves below are hissing.
At the corpse of a girl I used to know.
Made when I was an angsty, cringe teenager who just got dumped by his first girlfriend.
Integrity and love filled,
Graced with a beautiful soul,
Greatest man to ever walk the earth..
Gentle and forgiving,
Humility unmatched,
And love unconditional.
JESUS CHRIST is the saviour.
Always ready to take us back as His own to love and to hold despite our faults..
Suffering was not part of the original plan,
Because when man was created,he was already connected to God-the closeness that we now have to seek existed naturally.
When man sinned,he had to start striving for a better life,a relationship with God,and also the search for wisdom and knowledge.
Suffering draws our hearts closer to God,when man sinned the original relationship was distorted therefore there has to be a way to draw us truly back to God.
When theres suffering,theres deep humility that makes us surrender all to Christ because we acknowledge that our strengths are just not enough.
God wants us to love and trust Him,therefore He is always with us through it all... Sometimes we suffer because God is trying to remind us of His power and glory,to return to Him and not miss heaven.
God loves you and He is very much ALIVE!!
THE all loving God allows suffering,not that He takes pleasure in it but because  He always provides a way out and before we leave through that door,we strengthen our relationship with Him. God doesnt need us,He wants us because He created us and He created us because He loves us. Suffering is not for us to be punished but to learn;endurance,patience,faith,REAL joy and build a strong character.
And other times,people suffer so that other people can learn to be grateful for where they are and what they have. And usually people that serve such a purpose rejoice in their suffering because they know the source of their joy.
Beauty standards!! I wonder who comes up with those,.. society?? But we are the society.. why do we come up with things against ourselves?
Making women and men feel bad about themselves just to advertise products.
Telling them,they are not good enough and will continue to be not good enough until they use that which is being sold.
Its sad really.. our insecurities are their adverts,. Whats sad is they give the solution but it leaves our minds the same,immediately after "fixing" the "defect" we look for another one..
The best solution is to know that true beauty is skindeep and judging people by outward appearance is not fair.
Real beauty lies inside of us,its good to look good and feel good.. but focusing on the outside never satisfies.
I bet the world would be very different.
All acts would be taken thoughtfully and cautiously,
Peace would prevail,
Education would be deep,not for employments sake but for gaining of knowledge,knowledge to live by and not just make a living from.
Not everyone chooses to think deeply,others are scared they might know the truth,others just don't think they can think beyond opinions.
In every mind lies answers to questions life has to offer,
They always await being drawn out,
If wisdom wasn't an option I'd say its fine to be a fool,but since wisdom is a choice..being a fool is total folly.
Why buy your own downfall when you can choose glory?
Life is tougher for thinkers because everything means something to them,
Its easier for shallow minds because even something may seem like nothing to them,
In as much as life's easier for shallow thinkers,its not safe at all.there's so much to risk.
As for thinkers,solutions are at the tips of their fingers,and they're not scared to find out truths.
And because of this,they reveal truths everyone else might have known but had no way of putting  across or breaking it down..indeed there's nothing new under the sun.
We are all potential philosophers
The most perfect
eyes are those
of the mind.
He skims the haze of the day
like a cat seeking its food
prowling lane alleyway
to find you in bitter mood.

On your door the unwelcome guest
you would not call him to stay
with him time is a waste
he would better be shooed away.

You hate when he starts to speak
his sunburned face is a bore
must cut him short pretty quick
behind him close the door.

Like you are nine of ten
but he knows his job is done
is rewarded all his pain
if he can charm just one.

The one that ears lends
a carer who knows well
how it greatly depends
a family on one sale.
Lonely, like the ancient ocean
flooding fast upon the sand

past a fading line of footprints,
ankle deep in surf she stands

casting wishes on the water
like a sprinkling of snow,

light they land but moments after,
melt into the waves, and go..
within the campsite's closed up enclave
a general kept many a trooper slave
on hearing strident orders being spoken*
they'd jump to the commands that did sound
as these strict directives were oft around
each servile soldier was at this behest
doing what the big man would so request
but they tired of the marshal's token
a revolt put well in train there and then
they'd not be yoked to the despot's pen
their bid for liberty's run was a victory
on catching the tyrant whilst fast asleep
through an ajar gate ran the muffled sheep
*whereupon their freedom became history
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