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showyoulove Feb 2018
Even in the deepest darkness His light can penetrate
There is no place we can run or hide that He won't find us
Even the darkness is light to Him
The night is as bright as the day
The light of love can dispel all our darkness and fear
It can chase away the dark clouds
Or hold us close until they pass
Even in the shadows there must be light
We appreciate the darkness because of the light
And appreciate light because we have darkness
We find ourselves whole when we embrace
The goodness and badness in ourselves
When we accept our divinity and humanity
It is in the shadow of the cross
That we find His saving light

May we be a light in the darkness
Shining bright for all humanity
Let us be a beacon of hope to show the way
Let us radiate the love and peace of Christ
In a world that seems wrapped in despair and hate
And when we feel the touch
Of darkness in our lives
Lord, send someone to lift us out of darkness
And bring us back into light
Amen.
Kewayne Wadley Feb 2018
Currently there isn't a price on all the things That I love.
Depending on the situation I still check my pockets.
The places I go I am not use to exiting without pulling out my wallet.
Though it's not much, the minimum amount of your time provides the same thrill.
It's hard to disagree with a good heart.
Our opinions may be different but it's decent.
Our life evolving into deep quotations.
The revolution against cash registers everywhere has begun.
The clinginess of change and dollar bills.
Slices of our time stuffed and slid into the opening of each others mouth.
The trouble with that is we choose to label everything with price.
Ignoring common sense for cents.
I ignore my pockets whenever you are around as nothing of value can be found there.
I tread softly as more of your time creates more currency.
And I can't jeopardize losing that.
There isn't a career that can fill my wallet like you fill my heart.
No time clock anywhere that could justify.
Come tax time you are my greatest asset.
Come payday you are the currency I seek
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Mother Earth…by Jessie 9/05

Long before man walked Mother Earth
Before harmony was in discourse
Before the buffalo herds were thin
Before the land was ***** and before the air was thick with poisons

The spirits made ready a place of fertile ground and of clear water
Creatures were abundant and kept a balance
Everything was living and moving in one direction

Then a vessel carrying evil came to Mother Earth in the form of man
In side this vessel was greed and hate and a desire to consume everything in its path

Like a great fire it spread across the land taking that, which did not belong to it
Leaving behind a scar upon the land and a hole, black and hungry

In the beginning there was an understanding between all the creatures and man …there was trust
Now the smell of man makes all creatures run in fear

One day Mother Earth will take back what is hers, and restore balance once again
yellow-thoughts Jan 2018
breath in,
breath in so much air that it hurts
that your lungs hurt
and now keep breathing in
stop, wait
and let it all out

this action represents life
how?

we can take, take, and take
but sooner or later
we have to let it go
there is no chose
in any directions

/M.A./
Heidi Ludwiczak Jan 2018
As for seeing the beauty of the world,
Knowing the truth is better…

Than a mountain that no one climbs
Than a flower hidden from the bees
As the ocean where nothing swims
As the calm not experiencing the storm

The beauty of the world,
Comes from the ugly truth

Someone have to suffer,
Someone have to succeed to tell the story.
Nicole Bataclan Jan 2018
I am sitting
On a wobbly chair
Off balance, is there still a chance

It is not all bad
But since when
Is that enough

At least two have to be strong
One leg solid, the other consistent
Last two well built
Uneasy til I fix it

Lean back, I may fall
Find the centre of gravity though
I could rock.
It is not always easy to express one's self
When his artistic creations are never placed in galleries
They are often forgotten of
Sitting there gathering dust on a storage shelf.
It seems as if ten more people are at the same task
As which you create with
Comparing their outcomes to your own
Your light of hope fails to light
Due to many missing you that must express
such visions
A dog starved to the bone.
Eyes meet the other exhibits
As your kiosk is primarily never sought for business
The confidence of challenge is there, however, it soon melts away
When all of the hard work which you have placed
in expressions for the world to see
Fade to darkness like the "dark side of the moon"
As night simply ends the days.
Questions remain about what you are truly "gifted"
at or "ahead" of other game pieces on the board game of life.
When so many are inventive such as you
One too many is a crowd.
You pull down a fake smile. A fake shrowd.
Now the net is neutral
Damaging my once vibrant flow
As my hands are now tied to how I can grow
The rules of the game are now many and harder to get around
Like a roadblock in your sight of your future
The air begins to become too thin and your mind weighs heavy
As the cut in your creative inventiveness
Bleeds too heavy and needs a "miraculous" suture.
Needing others on my team
Every time  I seek out such
I'm the "driver x" at the "speed races"
and the "forced gun" to bear uninspiring
and lonely expressive paces.
Is their justice to the laws limiting one's freedom of expression
just to protect those in the "top few?"
When the own half of the platform on which you try and "compete"
However, you are too small to be seen as "you."
This poem is concerning Net Neutrality. It shall place too many restrictions upon our freedom of expression. As it needs not to be limited enough to cruel competitiveness and other hefty charges to earn the privilege to post that in which you create, the government hits the final blow. They are slowly suffocating us artistic souls and silencing true brilliant voices. Bringing forth needed information to the world.
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