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Look at that queue

That is the queue
To empower the soul
With a faith in life

Never heard it before
Then,
Why I’m here?
Genre: Spiritual
Theme:Blessing Seeds
Sajida Maryam Sep 27
Laughing, Cheering, Smiling...
Having no any expression of grief on their face,
  Having real happiness, no worries at all

So innocent, hard to know any evil,
Beautiful sparks in their eyes...

Pure-hearted, Clean souls
There's beauty in their innocence,
In their smile,
And When they giggle,
Carrying the whole world with them...

Pure souls!
For all the children out there ;) I love them. No matter, who their parents are.
ME Sep 2
Dave had a box for tips
In it was ten dollars and fifty cents
He reserved the box for charity
Cause charity was his clarity
One day behind the counter
Comes a bald bearded bounty hunter
He asked where to find THE GOLDEN STAR
Bought a map and a candy bar
Before he left, he paid in cash
Gave a tip, and left in a dash
Dave found it odd
Opened the box and “Oh My ***“
The tip that the bearded bounty hunter gave
Is a golden dime in the hands of Dave
Thousands of dollars it worth
Dave kept it for himself only, no one is hurt
Forgetting the reason the box is reserved for
His purity of soul is not preserved anymore
He thought what to buy, and thought it around
Tell he woke up, at the morning and found
That he have a box for tips
In it was ten dollars and fifty cents
I was asked,
What interests you?

With clear insight
I’m interested in
Purity of Life

Solutions
Dreams
Loyalty
Spirit
Unity
Hope

Yesterday
It was a different story
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Maturity
Searching with a ravenous smile
Beyond depravity to find
Lustful home in a woman with
Pinup soul and centerfold mind.

Like prowling wolf under full moon
To find in habitats untold
Attracted to a body with
A chest that shields her heart of gold.

Sensuality unrestrained
Approaches as innocent knave
Seeking that woman who has too
***** Eros towards the brave.

Drawn out by libidinous need
That only making love can cure
His darkness only wants her light
Everything about her is pure.
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Allison M Aug 14
The cool breeze carries the scent of crisp cedar past the gently flowing creek;

Beyond the graceful sloping mountains,

It breathes life into me,

Washing away the stress and worry of the day;

It calms my mind, clearing away the clutter;

For this sweet moment in time,

All that is left is the pure feeling of nature;

All that is good on this Earth;

The fragrance of purity
Isaac Aug 9
Can the truth be seen
through Satan's smokescreen?

Can innocence be gained
once purity is stained?

Can love be born
in a heart that's torn?

Can hope be yours
inside life's wars?

Do not expect the answer from me.
But I'll tell you this:
"Look to ***, and you'll see!"
Written 9 August 2018
Her impression of love
was nothing but...
A bar less prison
Sad!
She had a hateful
Perception ov love
A dead fateful lie
Cold as a sarcophagus...

How wrong she was
To think *** was love
And love was ***...
My ex...

Her mother would die for her
But she had never
Laid her down
On a bed of pleasures of the flesH
For true love
Isn't sensually sentimental
But unconditional.

She was wrong yet so strong
With legs wide open
Weakened by desire
She gave it away...

Her perception of
love was nothing but ****
And trust which left her in the dust
And she always thought
love didn't last
Cuz she was lost
So she lost
Something he needed
on the honey moon!
Sometimes we should do *** the right way, the right time, with the right partner. Virtue is always way better than make up or the sexiest outfit.
You know me, you see me.
But most of the time you deny me.
I'm a part of you, everyone of you.
One day you'll realize me.
That is the truth.

I'm not a fantasy, I'm reality.
I'm the night to your day.
I'm the end to your cautious.
Yet not free from your emotions.

When I come, I'll run your river dry.
I'll be the reason of your heartaches.
But that is when I see you,
At your purest.
Death is speaking in the only way he can. And it's by taking our lives that he talks to us.
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