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Kwasi Boakye Oct 2015
It was just a flash,
A flash of tear dripping down my eye
are you a friend or foe

yes you did,
you put my name in the mist of shame
are you a friend or foe

You turned my people against me
are you a friend or foe

You smile in my face
And frown at my back
are you a friend or foe

You sold my heart
when you know its made of gold

are you a friend or foe?
are you a friend or foe?
are you a friend or foe?
are you a friend or foe?
are you a friend or foe?
When friends become foe and foe becomes friend
Ottar Oct 2015
tolerance
for the plain
boredom hurts
watching grass grow to become clouds

nagging nerves
poke, poke, poke
never give it a rest in peace
will it hurt the next time, or be gone away

invisible even
under scrutiny
lying in wait
pain that moves like moss gathering

building like thunder
striking like lightening

mercy
Michelle Sep 2015
love me in words and phrases
until you can no longer sing
mercy mercy mercy
i crave your love
mercy baby
Faisal Aug 2015
Gazing upon the wretched
She decides at her will,
To spare his life with her eyes,
Or with the same eyes, does she ****?
Formidable they are, for making life morbid
Or blessed still
SøułSurvivør Aug 2015
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the quality
of mercy is
not strained
the dregs of
cruelty
n
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v
e
r
drained


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/28/2015
In biblical times wine was
strained to take out the
bitter dregs of the grapes
Unstrained wine was considered
inferior and practically never
used. It was thrown out
So wine that was so pure it
had no need to be strained
was considered the finest

I'm sure sorry that I am not
on site as much as I would
like to be. I'm doing some
editing and helping a
friend write a book

I'm also a caregiver
for my elderly parents
Noah Mytho Aug 2015
Beautiful.
Exquisite.
Gorgeous.
Pretty.  
Playful.
Handsome.
Adorable.
Cute.  
Fierce.
Frightening.       ­ 
Wise.
Truthful.  
Intelligent.      
Clever.
Creative.
Unique.
Broken.
Pain.  
Hatred.
Fury.  
Mercy.  
Warmth.    
My never ending Love.
For the love that I shall never forget.
Robert Ronnow Aug 2015
Organization man. In the best sense
creating the environment in which experiments
can be savored and remembered.

Then there is the world of interlocked
organizations. A world of missions and contracts
finely tuned and binding.

Is the formation of associations
as instinctual as nesting and gestation?
A leader may be one who asks a question.

Or may be one imposing order.
Imposed through consensus and broad shoulders.
Waits, watches, acts his part.

I was impressed by the list of distinguished senators
from Vermont. He placed himself among men,
orators, imperfect, in history.

We march forward, imperfect in our justice
and compassion. Overriding logic with conscience
sometimes, not often, when it counts.

And mercy. A seemingly irrational, total
abnegation of the markets, rules of war, law.
Good to be so flawed.
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Alice Judd Aug 2015
It seems to me that your hands cannot find stable ground
they hover over soil,
not hard enough
they brush past rock
not fertile enough
they race past trees that aren’t high enough
but soar over cliff faces too dangerous to remain there for long
and your hands grow weary as they search
for a type of material with which they can make their dreams concrete

they are afraid to rest for too long
lest they forget the soft touch of grass
or the formidable strength of stone
they wish to remember all at once
While in their quest remembering nothing at all
to hold the earth in their fingerprints
to hold the earth and if not--
then nothing at all.

your hands have become weary, dear writer
let them rest
let them feel the mud between their soft nail beds
do not wash them. There is the world there, in your grasp.
You cannot let it go
even when the earth washes from the lines in your skin
it will leap back into your embrace through the air that you breathe
you were created to be its embodiment
so do not wander
you never have.
What if your blessings comes through tears.
What if your healing comes through fears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know you're near
Towards nirvana you wanted to feel.

What if trials of this life
are your mercies in disguise
What if greatest dissapointments or achings
is the reavealing of this greater thirst world can't satisfy
What if this trials of life,
The storms
The rains
and
The sleepless nights
Are your **Mercies in Disguise
kneedleknees Jul 2015
they took my hidey-hole
the ******* *******.
rolling up bass
thumpin to the groove
of a blunt rap.
h'rghroth's testament
to summer tours
and turnin up till four.
the land I love
the most
(....well,
maybe not quite that,
but something.)
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