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Jay M 5d
Fireflies in a jar
Covered in mountains of scarves
Darkened, but not out
Still it shines
Despite not being seen
Deep within the cocoon of fabrics
Soft as a kittens fur
To rough as canvas sacks
All contain the light
Hiding it
Sheltering it from the outside world.

- Jay M
October 8th, 2019
Elle Brookes Oct 5
Let me be made of love.
I can be an oasis in the desert.
When the clouds roll in, let me be shelter.
Let my hands be gentle enough to mend a butterfly's wings.
I will listen like the moon.
I will love like the sun.
your thoughts and prayers ****
highly ineffective,
bluntly,
they are defective
ain’t rendering no mo’ to god
and his good old timey thing,
righteous slaughtering of the innocents,
such fun for what does He care

what we got to do is do
something about on it earth,
time has come up,
the hurricane has begun,
and world is shaking from the movements in our bones,
for now is the hour
when we sail to the shore,
and until we are done,
the sun will not respect our faces

accept this introspective invective,
politely keep them guttural BS noises to yourself,
you know who’s the guilty ones,
that would be me and you

write to the congressmen,
who have been shot,
asking what ya got, forever protection,
the crazies know where you live,
state senators from places they don’t you represent,
all that we adjudged them lazy guilty, guilty of laziness,
and don’t forget to add a p.s.

we adjudge ourselves guilty as well,
too many knew in advance, the dangerous ones, who were
lurking, them waiting, us in desperation hoping,
it wouldn’t be happening then delaying one more time
all over again

”Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep in their eyes
And they'll **** from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in.

Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.”
(Bob Dylan)

8/4/19 12:10
there is no shelter anywhere from madness for the madness
is ours, inside, and we have learnt to live with it’s reoccurring.
Why?
Eloisa Jul 12
Please carry me back to where I belong—
there by his side, in the safe shelter and comfort of his loving arms.
Haylin Jul 1
I can’t prevent the rain from falling,
Oh no, I can’t prevent the storm-
But I’ll be here for you when you’re frightened,
And craving shelter from it all.

Even though a drizzle,
Or a mighty hurricane-
I’ll brace the weather wholeheartedly,
If it means that you are safe.

For if the beast that’s brewing,
Is tearing down your forests limb by limb-
And the travesties he’s causing,
Are forcing you to walk with him-
I’ll take your hand so quickly,
And run with you so far away-
So this being can’t get hold of you,
And has to seek out other prey.

See darling your soul is mighty and pure,
Filled with comforts so serene-
And your mind is made up of fortresses,
Stronger than any part of me-
I’ll never give up if it means bringing you home,
To the comforts, you once knew-
The safety of your own body and mind,
Every beautiful part of you.
Mandie May 11
H-O-M-E-----Home....

Home is where my soul is free. The place that my maybe's are enough.
It is the only place that I feel safe, it is the refuge from the truth.
After all of these years my bones are finally free of all of the chains that bound me.
I'm finally able to leave my doors unlocked and not be fearful. I can let my guard down.

Then the day came.

Home tells me that she doesn't love me anymore.
Home tells me that life with me is a roller coaster that she doesn't want to be on.
The home which was my safety, in now sheltering another.
Now, I can't breathe in my home and it feels like my lungs are full of smoke.
As I watch my home burning, I want to burn with it.
I don't want to run. Just let me stay.
But, the truth is that I can never go back home.
Ian Watson Apr 14
Joy. First a trickle.
A gleam of happiness laying in plain sight. I

only have to stoop to retrieve it.
Yet touching it I became golden

Eight days in a farm house beside the beach.
Thin walls can’t mute

The promise of navy blue Friday
shucking oysters on bicycles to the beach

Midas' curse is my promise
Pleasure, at first skin deep, transmuted by passion

Into a physical Joy. Joy I won’t grasp
For fear it is fleeting.

Let go. Fall back. Land in its clouds. Eat the lotus
and retch

A blue dress with red eyes. Crying
No shelter. I won’t eat lotus.
July 2018
Where Shelter Apr 12
the unthinkable is our specialty

~

there are special periods of varying length
when we are given grants of capability
where solutions transferable like shared salt drops
and red gummy bears

you need, I believe, and the
no contract is signed and commissioned,
belief is suspended,
for the eyes have the evidence,
the ayes win the nomination,
the shaken but unbreakable longest kiss
secures the deal,
and the local island newspaper banners a headline,

“miracles on the island expand contagiously!”

this is when
this is where
one walks the streets and the dirt roads
sing song smiling,
the tide always incoming,
the peeks of sun
perfectly strong,
installing a feeling
of safe and home and not alone

where is shelter?

here here,
here is shelter,
hear is shelter,
in words and deeds and on our
embracing fingertips



9:45am

April 11, 2019
Badshah Khan Mar 21
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 77

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Oh the Sacred Holy Mosque'

In your Shelter, every created being

Obtain their divine peace and direct path.


Oh the Sacred Holy Mosque'

Every direct call from your noble house,

Represent undoubtedly the active faith of every beginning!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.

©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Sara Kellie Mar 17
Can't sleep for thinkin'
Can't wake for drinkin'
this place that I live in
to expensive to be in.

I tried just a taste
but that wasn't enough.
If I don't stop it now
I'll be back livin' rough.

Over populated streets at night.
For a doorway to sleep in
I'll have to fight and
hide under a blanket
until it gets light.

and repeat verse 3

Kaydee.
Addiction
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