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Well, the years went by like a car goes by
or a train in a melancholy song
And our love ran dry like a well runs dry
or a flame that's been burning too long

Oh, I can't believe that you would leave
I thought you were my friend
And Papa, when are you coming home again?

Now my days roll by like the sun rolls by
or a night when you stay up all night long
And my heart is dry like my eyes are dry
it's you I blame for all the heartache I've known

Oh, I can't believe that you would leave
I thought you were my friend
And Papa, when are you coming home again?
Song poem.
[12W]

In a disposable society
The first thing thrown away is

The Truth


SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/15/2016
I wish my return to the site could be on a happier note. I have been reading Revelation and some of you probably know that I believe this country is headed for a fall. I don't say this so that I can go out when it happens and shout out to one and all "I told you so!" I take no joy in this.

The last month-and-a-half has been spent trying to get myself in physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual condition for what I believe is about to transpire. I wish I could have been on the site. I love you all very much, and have been loath to tell you what I know, as it is horrific.

I won't put up the links I was going to share with you. My purpose is not to scare anyone. Look the time is short. You will notice a difference in the way I conduct myself on this site. Any further postings will be about the importance of being in Christ. This goes for believers as well.

I have been fervently praying for you all, whether I have been on site or no. And asking God if I should come back here at all. The answer was "yes". I will be on as much as I can be.

Revelation should be preached but it's not. There is something so wrong with that picture...
 May 2016 Ree Bunch
Jon York
Take time to do what
makes you happy
knowing that life is
the art of drawing
without an eraser.

Just wash away
from the soul the
dust of everyday life
and console those
who are broken by
life and know that
some days you just
have to create your
own sunshine.

Sometimes the reason
good things are not
happening to you is
because you are the
good thing that needs
to happen to other
people so remember
that tomorrow is just
another day.

Be ready come what
may and know if you
should never see
tomorrow there will
be no cause for sorrow
because you made the
most of each day while
you were here and if
you don't understand
I can't explain.
                                          Jon   York    2016
 May 2016 Ree Bunch
Lora Lee
We are
the creatures
of the night
no tears for us
as we soar
taking on
such glorious
         heights
up through
trees, up
through the
invisible threads
between stars
in silvery wefts
I will bring home
the nourishment
to my little ones
nestled in their
warm nesty twiggy
holes safe curled
in lairs
we are
the protectors
of the light
that starts
in darkness
and arcs
        like a flare
we ride alone
but when we give
we yield
completely in
full thrusts and
curlicues,
glow-in-the
dark patterns
as leaves
cascade and
comets fall
around
the shadows
then, in the
morning's first
sun peeking
I land and find
that peace
a kind of
proximity to
that love
I'm
  seeking



'
Inspiration enhanced by listening to:
No Tears by Tuxedo Moon (remix by .adult)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohdRZ280LUE
and Proximity: the Vile Electrodes
Take a country pond , transform it into the raging North Atlantic
Make a curled leaf riding its surface the doomed Titanic
A Reed is a Sorcerers wand in the right hand
A rock becomes a shooting star hurtling into the ocean
Walk home through cotton fields filled with surprise
The house , a Castle waiting for the King or Queen to arrive
Copyright May 14 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
When you sing
                                                                ­                           I cry

When as stars you shine
                                                                                    I wonder
                                                                ­                   and sigh
                                                            ­          
You live in the hollow
                         of my moon

               eating my shrooms

You glitter bright
                                   
               to my arms delight

Your comet eyes

Milky way smile

Star cluster hair

Nebulous wiles
                                                  
and cares

Have caught me intentionally
                                                   ­   unaware
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