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  Nov 2014 Ray Shepard
Alyssa Tara
Love Him so,
     with such depth;
     they take root
     in the earth’s crust
     and make them tremble.

Make it so,
     that the devil, shaken,
     took to great
     measures
     seeking His touch.
  Nov 2014 Ray Shepard
kay
A lifetime of wrongs
Wrought by insensitive hands.
Grasping like prongs
And, well, as it stands,
I'm ******* ******.
There's nothing left but this.
All the chances, you missed.
So give my fist a kiss.
You're gonna bleed, you're gonna die
I'll burn your past, I'll skin you live,
Before you open that mouth and ask "why",
I don't care, take a ******* dive.
I can't stand you breathing
You made me mad, and don't you see?
It all ends, in a ****** wreathing.
And you bet your *** you'd better be scared of me.
  Nov 2014 Ray Shepard
anonymous
I know you have been homeless all you're life but make my heart you're new home
Ray Shepard Sep 2014
I sense the Presence
     eye cannot see the
         essence
            of this observance.

What does this Observer think
   of me as I pause to drink
     at the stream of consciousness?

Do I have an identity.
  or am i one of many?
Is it merely my body.
  or is my essential me.
    seen and noted?

All I can do in answer
  is to be
    Me.
As a child, I loved those puzzles,
The ones where you trace a line through a maze to reach a goal.
If you hit a blockage,
Back you go, to try again.
Again, again, you know that it's there,
that elusive final prize,
You just have to find the right path.
In life, though, you can't just erase that line,
It's a lifeline, others are clinging to it,
You brought them with you,
You can't just erase their world.
There is no 'try again', so you find yourself,
Up against a wall, and you stay.
You don't want to be there,
You took a wrong turn somewhere,
You can hear and see where you should be,
So close, but there's no way through.
They seem so simple, those puzzles,
It looked like the right way,
But now you're stuck there
Staring at a wall,
Willing it to fall.
How many people stay in jobs they hate or relationships that aren't working because change is so frightening, and difficult? How many of us are too afraid to follow our dreams, too afraid of failure? Too afraid of letting themselves and other people down?
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