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Kuvar Feb 2018
Valentino! will you stop the calender to cry
all red out of the stream of dates bay, Will you shut up your wet red lips and wine soaked tongue, Dip your hand in your mouth and if you can bring out those words you plan to profess that " I LOVE YOU"  Not a big teddy made out of God's forsaken cotton that won't last forever do I want or a Brandy mixed in cake shaped in heart for me to Eat so long as it can and throw away when it Losses taste and turns old and tiring., NO, that i dont want for VALENTINE And VALENTINO turns to me And that big smile paints the carpet red with no gifts but a written note not saying I love you but here saying thank you for staying even in NOTHING
My Valentine !
You just hit the button with no dime
© Kuvar
❤️
Crystal Freda Jan 2018
Holy Spirit come,
let us all receive some.
Let it sprinkle and rain
and wash away hurt and pain.

God's power flows down
rushing greatly to the ground.
Flashing down on God's people,
breaking the walls of the steeple.

Overflowing through the cracks
of the wood and it never slacks.
It reaches for every heart and every nation.
Rushing in and through from God's salvation
james nordlund Jan 2018
An intensely timely attempt to right a Ship of State,

The U.S. Constitution, from a Supremacy Court decision,

'Citizen's United', wrought by it's being dragged

Across the Plymouth Rox, that landed on US, 'cause

We didn't land on it, by the tug, the S.S. Tea Party,



And it's ignoble leader, not ebony, but ivory, working

Together in perfect harmony, merx for more to mercs for war,

Amongst the 21 flavors of, in this 'baskin and robbins' of

Supremacy, the united **** of assassins, through the lack

Of 'separation of church and state', demanded in it's



Fallen noble leaves, the Founding Document of this great

Nation, that actual religion of the bi-headed false gods

Of mammon, wealth, avarice, and mollock, extreme violence,

Grinding up seed, exemplified in king george and his ****,

Cheney's, along with the republican conspiracies' elite's,



Purposeful non-prevention of the attacks on 9-11 and their

Unnecessary, "unending war on (supposed) terrorism", the

Coup that divided a people, dictating they choose exigency

Over humanity, continually, which set-up the invisible coup

Elections of 11-16, it's installation of Trumpler, etc.,



Not being separated from the state, being sociologically

Programmed into everyone, by the corporate structure's

Convolution's devolutionary direction, undoing Evolution,

Is practiced by almost all behind the masks of supposed:

Christianity, atheism, Hinduism, science, art, Wicca, etc.,



Possessing everybody in that form of self-possession,

And we need to be exorcised from it before we can

Again exercise our responsibility, necessary to again

Realize it's Siamese twin sister, freedom, for the

Intellect can't lead, as the life doesn't follow.



Then illimitable, indivisible you, walking in nature's

Balance giving back to nature's abundance can remember:

Compliance is suicide, we're defiance; if you're not

Taking bullets you're making them; an injustice to any

Is an injustice to all, and if it isn't addressed



Individually, it becomes a global injustice as well; 

"Be the change you wish to see in the world", "the root

Of all oppression lies in (supposed) science", Gandhi; 

Materialism isn't, abolish scarcity based global fossil fuel

Slavery by using abundant renewable energy, now.   reality
Clean DACA and CHIP bills, no wall or ban, help Puerto Rico; please!
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Thinking Doc Dec 2017
If my blood should flow through these streets,
In rivulets and streams through gutters and boulevards alike,
Tell them that long after my blood has dried
My body shall rest in a square of land
that will be forever India.
Sarah Nov 2017
you have taken a strainer
to our melting *** of a nation.
you have divided us with cruel words
and just a sprinkle of hate.
Written 11/16/17
Gonzalo Bartleby Nov 2017
I'm in England,
and, in some other part
of the world, you are too.
Our journey's been long,
and we move the sky with us
like the people of old.
Across green fields,
red brick houses
and old factories.
Far beyond the sadness in the
face of somebody you
see everyday in the bus
- a sadness you can relate to,
because you are
the same, after all,
but can't explain (and what
would be the point?).
Leaving behind green lakes
and desolated mountains
and tiny villages,
there is a place
someone like us
once called home.
It might be a small house,
sorrounded by trees,
or maybe a bright flat
where children once laughed.
We follow in the footsteps
of a thousand nations.
That's why when we leave,
we'll be back, and when leaving again,
we'll still be here.
Is this country a refuge in the night
where we sleep until the morning
of our lives, or the embodiment
of the unattainable?
We keep moving forward,
and I'm blinded by the lights
- but I embrace it.
This is me now.
Being an inmigrant in the UK is an ongoing process.
Steve Page Nov 2017
The Last Priest
smiled his blessings
indiscriminately
bridging
seeding
building
a new priesthood

beyond borders
across tribes
ignoring gender
discounting class
blind to race
snubbing rank
denying privilege

and preferring
a new holy nationality
for refugees
for stateless souls
like mine
- like ours
1 Peter 2:9-10
9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.
10 Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.

Galatians 3:26-29
26 So in Christ Jesus you are all children of God through faith,
27 for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ.
28 There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.
29 If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise.
brokenperfection Oct 2017
my love shan't be muffled under a heavy silence
nor dimmed in the twinkling light of a lantern
my love is to be as free as the butterflies come spring

it shall burst from the cocoon of winter's frost
and set aflame those hearts whom evil has trapped behind bars

my love shall restore weary souls as the sun trickles in

it will transcend the limitations of humanity
and rebirth a nation full of grace

and full of peace
be good to one another
what do you call
a more or less elected leader

who is unable
    or unwilling

to work for
    the health and safety
of his nation?

LOSER!!
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