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 Nov 2016 Sarah Kunz
wordvango
I see a new president elected on
a spiteful racist divisionist platform
that will render America revisionist
and split and revulsionist and repulsive
I am glad our founding fathers put limits on each branch
of our government
because Trump
even as President will not have the power to
act as an ***. As much as he did in the past.
I will support him, until he tries to limit the  
rights of his detractors, force people who disagree with him to agree,
and that unfortunately is where I see him going.
I see him bringing our country to another brink.
The one where the poor are simply slaves. The weak
powerless to fight against the rich.And you who voted are at blame.
He dwelled in ancient, precious sites
His spirit swelled and bubbled
He knew no longer of his pain
He knew no longer troubles
He danced and played across the globe
Around, along the ways
Robust, he strolled, wild and bold,
For the rest of days
 Nov 2016 Sarah Kunz
susan
scrambling for attention
   the masses are
crowded streets
highways
horns blaring
curses spewed
anxious people
hurried towards nowhere
going through the daily
motions
then sitting idle
   come evening
pondering the day
trying in vain
to figure out the way
towards happiness
                        contentment
              peace
and failing miserably
   each
      and
         every
time.
where's the thrill
 Nov 2016 Sarah Kunz
susan
purpose
 Nov 2016 Sarah Kunz
susan
the hopeful shuffling
of the unfortunate
poses the question

why?
Conscious out, Insanity in
Your anger no longer let out with a pen
Shiny weapons, Silver knives
One wrong move will cost their lives
Wild actions without a care
Their chilling screams ring through thin air
A body falls with a thud
The walls are covered in their blood
Wet clothes, Soaked through
Stained that beautiful scarlet hue
Confused as the world starts to spin
You'll never wash away your sins
2014
Ignored in the reflection
Kept in a blind spot or below
Conscious thought
But when the light falls wrong,
Or her eyes search too hard,
They are painted in grating contrast
Screaming out against the skin
Restoring their past pain to view
And to heart
And in that reflection
The only highlights are flaws
Flaws that remain
Flaws that remind her
But do not define her
Unless she lets them
one day got to get me out of here
for I want to be there
not beside myself
but over there by my dreams

one day I want to be me.

P@ul.
True story ***.
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