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Tea Feb 2021
48:
We always try to keep looking up...
But when we stop...
And look down...
We see the ground...
It pushes us upward and supports our steps.
Because of the mud, we don't fall into the unknown depths...
We see the rock that guides our way.
We see how far we could be falling and where we could lay.
Looking at the clouds should only be done when our backs are sore...
When we can't look down anymore.
When we look at the stars, we sometimes find where we must go...
But we won't see the rivers and the streams that flow...
When we look beneath our feet...
Let's be glad that we are not dead meat.
I believe we should look all around.
Let's take turns to face the sky and the ground.
It is best to also look left and right.
To the darkness and light.
Without one of them, we will fall.
So let's face it all.
Yes, we all have our fears.
Yes, we learn sometimes the hard way for years.
Yes, we will scar and get bruised.
Yes, we will be naive and be used.
But I know and believe...
An easy life makes us forget the meaning of relief.
Life would be boring without these tests and lessons.
Easy or hard, we know what to do with these lemons.
Nikkie Jan 2021
I see a part of you deep within, that no other woman ever can.
When you walk into a room, my day gets brighter, and my heart feels deeper, because your very essence pulls me in.
I said a prayer about a year ago, for God to send to me a man like you.
I never looked at you in any way, other than just an ordinary person, I saw every day.
But one day I saw your shine; you began to glow, this masculine light.
You blazed like the sun, beating down from the sky, reflecting your power in my raging sea.
You’ve included me inside your circle, and given me a joy that I never knew existed.
You are the kind of man I can lose control with, yet trust enough to bury myself, inside your cave, inside your heart.
When I saw you today, as you walked across the room, that same light that pours out your soul, was bouncing off your masculine essence.
I hope I am the only one to see it, the brightness you exude, the light you are.
I want to be selfish, and hold you close, so no other woman can’t steal my joy.
I’ve prayed again, and asked God to help me, by asking him, is what  I’m really feeling is actually love.
God abruptly reminded me, that he is too good at who he is.
He gave you life, he gave you breath, he gave you the glow, that only I can see.
Your glow pulls me in, and draws me close, and makes me love you even more.
Grey Jan 2021
I search for my reflection
but it is here no longer.
1/25/2021
Nolan Willett Nov 2020
When others look into my eyes
They see a thing to despise
I do not know what they see,
I wish they would just see me
JcF Nov 2020
Once
you
SEE
The magic
in
Her
VIBE
Everyone else -
looks like
SMOKE & MIRRORS
Milton Robertson Nov 2020
Man the way people boast, can't miss it, it's on TV radio plus they post coast to coast. We love poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best to hell with the rest. Laughing like it's a big joke when we rag on folk, a very heavy yoke.

I remember life being more clear when people would lend an ear or this I would hear. May I be of assistance, what do you need, what's been allowed to supersede, that Monster Greed. Now we all have an emptiness that need to be filled, we try pills, thrills and even ill will, going down hill.

Then get ****** when in life we remiss, some fall into the abyss, trying to reach that state of bliss and all they can foresee is misery, even with a college degree, misery do love company.

So we make up contest, trying to reach some sort of success, nonetheless we digress, trying to find who's the best. Although we do have our super powers, we're taught never to cower, you're a beautiful flower but things do go sour, living in Ivory towers.

Now if you want to boast about who's foremost, check out this bloke who wasn't blowing smoke whenever he spoke, the man was no joke. The man was shrewd, He fed the multitude, never rude nor would He delude, minds and bodies, He renewed

A healer of the sick, a peacenik without the politics. Never a squatter He's called The Potter, the Man even walked on water. He's the real deal in which you can always appeal, if there are storms in your life He can make 'em kneel, Peace Be Still.

And hears the kicker, more potent than liquor, quicker than any city slicker. You see, it had been aforesaid so He knew what was ahead and He could have fled, instead, He was nailed to the cross where he bled, Then was raised from the dead.

So for all those who think they're hard, check out The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Where you shall stand in total awe with the rest, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess. Now who's the best.

If you want to boast about who's utmost then we can all give a toast from coast to coast to The Lord of Hosts and receive. The Holy Ghost.
Amanda Sant'Anna Oct 2020
You know what you see when you look at me
And it is not good, I've seen it too
But there is a murmur in my ears
I hear its brightness loud and clear

A child covered in yellow dust and ether
Sits on my chest and tries to talk to me
I shut it down because I do not know her
I only know what you see when you look at me.
Bhill Oct 2020
the reactions we've had to this year's differences are a predicament
they will have an effect for year's to come
friendships lost because of opinions
opinions established by the social dependencies we retain
the dumbing down of real news
as we come to the end, be one to pause and reflect
look back and determine where you fit in, in this spectacle

Brian Hill - 2020 # 292
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