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Samuel Hesed Feb 2016
We dance in it's pleasures.
We count it's treasures.

We hide from it's terror.
We wait for it's surrender.

Oh, how I love adventures.
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Samuel Hesed Feb 2016
What loss would it be?
What cost would it take?
To borrow such wings,
To fly to the King?

Follow his lead,
To hear him teach,
To know what it means,
To believe in the Dream.

Watch him dance in the grass,
Drinking from heaven's glass,
Singing,
"Free at Last... Free at Last..."
Inspired by Black History Month
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Samuel Hesed Jan 2016
When we experience nature,

We embrace the Creator.
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Samuel Hesed Jan 2016
I dream of a place,
Beyond time and space

Where blue birds dance,
On the streets of France.

Where heaven bleeds,
Over the American dream.

Where the Way, the Truth, and the Life,
Teaches love without the knife.

Where the Prince of Peace,
Dines with the Middle East.

I dream of a place,
Where the world embraces, "Grace."
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Samuel Hesed Jan 2016
She stood on the edge of a cliff,
Looking out to a world that didn't exist,
Waiting for the winds kiss.
This poem was inspired by: Langston Hughes, "Suicide Note."
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Samuel Hesed Jan 2016
The look in a child's eye,
Can make any trial in this life,
Smile.
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Samuel Hesed Jan 2016
Darkness covered the skies,
While my body was restless with the tides.
I tried not to wait for the sunrise,
Because, it just reminded me of your eyes.

I remember holding you in my arms,
While surrendering to the stars,
Hoping to never fall apart.

The touch of your hand with mine,
The smell of Calvin Klein,
The taste of cherry wine,
Intoxicating me inside.

I didn't see this in cards,
Or the rolling dice in our hearts.

I imagined a future,
With the definition of forever.

But, now I see-
We were never meant to be.

When tomorrow comes,
Without the taste of ***,
We will find someone.

Now it is time for me to go,
And leave this pain for the runaways-
So, Goodbye, my Summer's Day!
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