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You reap what you sow they’ll say
When you’re distraught and things don’t go your way
Or perhaps bring Karma into the mix
If relationships break and aren’t able to fix
‘It was destined by fate’ you’ll hear
Said contritely from lips insincere
Words of console you’ll get face to face
But shallow words that are empty they’ll waste

Those not involved will end up picking sides
Covertly at first making efforts to hide
Initially from the break you'll feel empty
Blood stained lips cracked and chapped from the sea
Ocean's buffet but refusing to eat
Never again will you find such a treat
Became familiar with every single clichĂŠ
As if uttering words will tell me which path to take
How life transpires giving to us what’s due
Fortune tellers are shams with no clue
Soothsayers and any alike
Gain your trust; In your back get a knife


Wasted life ever searching by you
At the same time no search needed too
On a star wishing for her to stay
Unfulfilled, now that she's gone away
Sad tale of loss like needlepoint you’d weave
Sole candle’s flame defiant to bereave
A horse with blinders you ran through life’s race
By yourself so no matter what place
You take could be anywhere between first and last
Entire race ran while peering into the past
Running backwards and pointing *** first
Deftly explains the low value and self-worth
Donkey or court jester is all you are
Spelling out why in life you didn’t get far

Your perception of what’s ‘getting ahead’
Results in you falling behind instead
Not realizing the self-destruction within
Playing a game not possible to win
A headless chicken running every which way
‘Such a disappointment’ is what they will say
All this talent and capability
But the war inside they don’t see
All that is gained inevitably will be lost
Gifts and gestures have attached hidden costs
A Civil War but not North versus South
It’s you against you in this bout


So how did you ever possibly
Think love’s capability is something you’d see
In another when not found in yourself
Common sense locked away on the shelf
When self-value is equal to zero
Your fairy tale is a story without hero
Disgraceful loser and failure is what you believe
Through this lens is how you view and perceive
So if you’re someone you hate and despise
Regardless of partner or how hard you try
If you feel that you don’t deserve love
Then down your throat it could be constantly shoved
But never will you successfully share
Intimacy with another or be able to care
For another with sustained success
when you view yourself as one who’s worthless

So, I know it’s cliché but it’s true
The first step is you must learn to love you
Happiness is something found from within
When you’re okay with yourself you will win
And the grand prize at the end of it all
Is a life where you don’t feel so small
Like a spec of dust who no one would care
If you ended it all; no one’s feelings you spared
Instead filled with satisfaction and peace
A balanced space inside yourself you don’t lease
but forever forward you own
The infinite nomad no more wandering; now with home

Because no matter what’s rattling inside your head
Self-loathing thoughts or remarks that were said
I grab your face and locking eyes engage a stare
Begin to scream at top of lungs so all can hear

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND SPECIAL EVERY WHICH WAY!
LOVE POURS IN AND OUT OF YOUR HEART EVERY DAY!
DON’T EVER DOUBT HOW AMAZING YOU CAN BE!
YOU HAVE PURPOSE AND YOU MATTER; SET YOURSELF FREE!
Written: February 6, 2018

All rights reserved
the jersey breeze
cultivates her curls,
as they bounce in the crisp air.

she’s the reason you can’t sleep at night.

the day breaks
into song when you meet her gaze;
she hums along, her voice
soft - like red velvet.

against the green
wallpaper in her room
she looks so beautiful

you wonder if she can sleep at night.

the night falls, and
in your rest she grows a foot taller,
becoming wise, like the book of poetry
you leave by your nightstand.

her friends know
that is she the one
who spreads herself thin to block the sun when it’s too hot.

she sleeps without closing her eyes.

her moments blend into the next ones:
she is so refreshing - even when she is thirsty;
and the acorns fall from her pockets;
and the deer come running;

and we all sleep soundly.
 1° 
Deepali
And its only a one life
We all are living it for the first time
Same human cycle
With emotions soo true we all got sad and happy, still the same!
Hey people i love you all
And i love myself
And if its the humanage
I see everyone, if you are a star or a common folk
We all are living life for the first time
And i believe we all rest in peace.  
<3
Its the human life we all are living for the first time.
 1° 
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            â€œWhen you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      â€œSo you don’t have to translate your soul”
                                   Hmmm.
12/17/18
 1° 
Zhanara
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
18/11/2018
Bamboo groves sing the symphony of winds
in their crackling I hear my heart
on the red lone summer road.

The village woman passes with her cow
she has no time for poetry
yet her radiance fills me to beg life
more..

O Death be a while away
I've taken root on this land.
On the village road, May 11 2018 2 pm
✨
Let’s beautify our yards and homes
With the vibrant colours of Rangoli
And  welcome the Goddess Laxmi

Let’s decorate our doors and windows with festoons of marigold flowers and mango leaves,
to ward off the evil and sprinkle positivity

Let’s brighten the evening sky
With sky lamps and fairy lights
May the earthen lamps be lit
To illuminate every corner bright

Let’s celebrate
The Festival of Lights,
Diwali
With friends and family
And bring cheer to our lives

✨
Happy Diwali to all !!
7-11-18
 1° 
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
The tall mountains, never alone
Puffy clouds and placid lake
Whistling birds in the trees
Bustling village
Candy Floss man sings at the foothills

✨✨
 1° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
It showed on their face.

The rides were fun
but they were breathless.

From the cable car
the sky seemed not that far
and to the wind it was unfair
to have two men without much hair.

Rain had brought color to soft eyes
huddling and cuddling at free wills
but sought shelter these two guys
from the teen lovers' merry squeals.

They rushed to be in time for the first row
childishly enthralled by the 3D show
dipping the whole of their emotion
in the history of origin and evolution.

The day had been too soon done
when in the melted afternoon sun
the two forgot all the worries
in the romance of rediscoveries.
Amusement Park, June 24, 2018, 5pm
 1° 
Izabella Motch
Met with a wink
And a sly smile
Her sharp eyes
Hide awhile

In the shrub
She crawls and bounds
Her paws rub
As she glides the grounds

Her red mane
Of hair and dirt
She won’t train
She won’t hurt

She bounds about
In joyous leaps
She leaves about
Every few weeks

Return she may
Or leave and go
It’s every day
I still won’t know

Yet each time
I lose my heart
She comes around
And heals it smart

She’s always there
In dusk or dawn.
She lives in trees
And all beyond

Forever may
She sail the clouds
Yet all the way
She loves me now

She tells me so
And I hear it
I love her so
I won’t forget

That she lives on
Each day and night
Beyond the stars
Within the light

Her spirit is
A strong fox jumping
And when I see her
I run, coming
 1° 
Kim Essary
As her words grab my heart with each and every message or poem I read,
It truly saddens me to be so far in distance, I can't offer her what she may need.
Never have I layed my eyes upon her, I can only Invision her beauty by her poems and words of wisdom.
Her soul sweet as the blooming flowers and heart as pure as gold.
It's as if her soul is that no less than angelic as she has touched many on this site and more.
What saddens me is soon she will no longer be with us as her illness is growing worse day by day,
My Dearest Kim Johanna Baker, there will be a sadness and void on this site and in my heart the day the Lord takes you away.
I hope that she may see this before it's her time to go, for when the other angels come for her I want for her to know.
The impact her sweet soul has left for all of us here on HP, some more than others , some of you like me.
So if you would or care to join me in my dedication to a very loving soul that makes this site so pleasurable, feel free to leave a comment below.
We love you our dear friend , our dear friend Kim!
Please feel free to repost this for the ones I don't know
Never met this wonderful lady but she has touched me and my life so dearly. Kim Johanna Baker
A shiny stone washed up onto a beach
So easy to discover and enjoy.
A crystal hewn from deepest mine
So valuable but hard to win.
I think I’ll choose the sea-washed stone
And leave the digging to the miners.
                ljm
A study in values? Or just a scribble?
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