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sunprincess Apr 2017
Hp's wonderful change
painting my world beautiful
like morning sunshine
xoxo
Each and everything happens for a reason,
God has each and every detail in place,
Whether in a good or bad season,
When you walk with him,you're walking the right pace..
Its beautiful how everything turns out to happen for the good of those who love God,
So in worrying we gain nothing,nothing,nothing.
But in trust we become bold,
And have nothing to lose,for in our minds he has it all under control,therefore we do not lose but gain everything.
SassyJ Oct 2016
The melody of the strings of life*
a substitution for the institution
take my arm, let it reach a far
in creativity and sensitivity
beats bouncing the zombies
from the graves of impotency
created by mundane manipulation
mutilations of the happiness we long
as we capture the tides of everyday

The harmony of the universal love
screaming with a tantalizing mission
a remission from the decay of the society
sugar coated with lengthy dices of lies
then iced with laces of illusionary secretions
tis' me who embrace the skin you wear
as we seek a new phase of revolution
solutions that are delusional and waking
*rising through ever dense curved valley
For HP Dystopia .... my utopia. Thanks for reaching to me, you lifted my soul and spirit intensively. You have seriously mused me in a deep way ;-)

My utopia is very talented.... check out the lovely pen on
http://hellopoetry.com/mydystopia/

Thanks for the new mantra my utopia
" I never going to kneel no way.......I got my own to truth to swallow,  I have got my own path to follow,I won't be manipulated, mind controlled and inundated, I will seek the revelation, make my life a celebration,  I will be the change I am seeking, manifest the word I am speaking, I  refuse to be imprisoned, I will make my own decisions.... I will never be a pawn... I will never slave away"
alessandra l Sep 2016
it's been fourteen years
but i still remember the ghost
of your smirk on your face
it's been fourteen years
but i still remember the way
your antlers glinted under the light of
the silvery, hazy moon
it's been fourteen years
but i still remember how you used
to ruffle
your unkempt hair;
and catch the winged ball with
your swift hands
it's been fourteen years
but i still remember how i found your
body;
bent and broken, your glasses shattered
and your son amongst the ashes
of your hearth
fourteen years have come and
gone
and i wonder when i'll get to see you again
until one day;
i don't
-a.l
alessandra l Aug 2016
my hands used to shake as a child
they were spears to be impaled upon
and my teeth,
knives;
i remember feeling lonely
and then you came along
so i shed my skin each month
and waited by the tree
we spent our childhood in
there i realize that more than a decade has passed
and i am still waiting for someone who will never come;
i am alone again
-a.l.
Ellentelligence Jun 2016
Your small but brilliant idea
is the reason why big and brilliant minds
coexist in a world of their own.*

**Simply put, thank you.
:)
#hp
GaryFairy May 2016
thanks for tuning in
i hope that you like my station
this is where i haul my load
this is where i dump frustration

tonight on the show
there will be lots of laughter
when i speak about pain
when i speak about disaster
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