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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Write what I remember
Remember why I'm writing
Light what I remember
Remember what needs lighting
Fight what I remember
Remember why I'm fighting
Unite what I remember
Remember what needs uniting
Though I have my doubts about my work, I always remember why I chose to do what I do. And it's not just from me, but from my close family, blood or not.
And you guys here on the HP platform.
Really, I can't thank you guys enough.
I'll remember why I write. I'll remember what to light. I'll remember why I fight. I'll remember to unite.
Thank you all. God bless!
Lyn ***
Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany
     to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children
     (and second oldest heir)

     Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks,
asper his two most controversial publications
     titled The Communist Manifesto,
     and Das Kapital

which political philosophy
     incubating seeds of self destruction didst birth
doctrines of class struggle,
     historical materialism, dearth

of equitable wealth, and inherent
     contradictions of industrial capital
     distributed unevenly
     across avast swath of Earth

thus inviting his perspective
     (conveniently exploited,
     mined, and usurped) advocating
     the working class (proletariat)

     to expedite organized revolutionary action
to topple capitalism and bring about
     socio-economic emancipation,
where wages of sin exchanged for labor bled

fingers to the bone life source, viz proletariat
     till slaving laborer nearly became gratefully dead  
despite being cased in 12 point
     Times New Roman garb, who incessantly fed

insatiably maws of production,
     (no way to get a supportive talking head)
particularly highlighted
     within schema of Capitalism),

     a predominant paradigm
     stratifying society led
to internal tensions engendered
     between bourgeoisie red

dilly controlling means
     of production codified as said
as die a critical approach Marx coined
     as historical materialism,

    where figurative landmines forced one to tread
gingerly, thus above stated philosophy
     would supposedly lead down the road
     where self destruction wrought marriage
     birthing Socialism offspring from shot gun wed

     ding, thus coaxing eventual establishment
of classless communist society meant
to establish free association of producers who spent
exchanging merchandise amidst classless
     campy population hood pitched a tent.
Özcan Sh Mar 2018
Why do I have those feelings in me?
A feeling that I have never felt
A feeling of sadness and being alone
If I miss her more and more
The weaker I feel

She feels the same as me but we know
That we are always in touch
With our hearts
No matter if we are miles
Away or come from other worlds
But we know one that our love
Will reduce the distance between us and
Unite us.
Özcan Sh Mar 2018
You write a message
The message has arrived
It made me cry
A message that reached my heart

I did not give up and kept writing
You did not give up and keep writing

I know that you are alone and I do not want you to be alone but we will unite in our reality and I will try the best to make you the happiest person

No one can put a wall between love, love is the strongest connection that can not be separated.
Lyn-Purcell Feb 2018
I often wondered how it would feel
to be a rain drop.
To fall from the Heavens, onto the Earth.
To wash over everything so they will
come again new.
I often what it would be like as a raindrop
to unite with the hearts of those in pain.
So they know that there cannot be
ill will between us.
Once to often when it rains, I look to the
sky and wonder, "what am I looking for?"
Now, I see...
I must turn my pain to power and
unite with the rain...
It's been raining in my mind beside the sunny days.
Star BG Dec 2017
Lets consciously overpower the old regime.
The ones who took our freedom away
with invisible warfare.

Chemtrails infused with toxins.
Vaccinations filled with metals.
orchestrated news.
with fires and violence being false flags.

Lets consciously take over those in power
who under disguise of good
control and brainwash,
kidnap our minds
use black magic and ritual
and encourage separation.

Lets us use the power of THOUGHT and ACTION
to change things and bring earth back
to its magnificence
and bring peace into the world.

Lets awaken to know we must
win the invisible war against the controlling families
and lies
to align with truth
for freedom now.

Lets welcome our alien neighbors
HERE and in our space to aid
with their wisdom.

IT IS TIME. IT IS TIME.
Learn the truth from internet not the lies infused in news media and print. We have been played and manipulated with invisible toxins and other means of control. Freedom for the human race is now. We are meant to return to our natural state of love with joy peace and abundance. AS GOD INTENDED. We are meant to know that Mother Nature is alive and a gift filled with wisdom.
DaSH the Hopeful Nov 2017
If you look at everything a little sideways

     You would be amazed at the intricate connections between everything in this life.

       **Everything is poetry, just as poetry is everything.
Unknown Gal Oct 2017
The Moon would like to let everyone know that it is done
It is sick and tired of chasing after Earth
No matter how beautiful it seems
  It always ends the race two steps behind
  But dear moon doesn't have the whole story
You see the Earth is also chasing after love
But it does not pine over our dear Moon
It hungers for the Sun
The last 4.5 billion years spent
In the sun's soothing lullaby
Its oozing radiation, and humming warmth
Butterflies flutter at its core
But ill-fated as all love story's are
There is no love left to return
You see,
The Earth's surface is a little too bumpy for the shining sunrise
Don't blame the sun it did not call upon this bewitching manner
The sun is not believed to be apart of this foolery
It is not in enchanted by the all powerful
It does not fall in love
Nor does it  spin for another
It stays in motion for no one
It is a humming ball of fire
Burning everything in its path
You tell me a good love story
I shall call you a fool
You label me pretty
I shall label me Sun
For just like it
I am my own sunrise
I can, shall, and will Ignite
Ignite my prince charming
Ignite all such fairy tales
I am not you're pretty princess
Puckered lips and giggled laughter
I am the queen who shall show no mercy
I will show you true meaning
Of fire
Of fear
Burned bodies turned to ash
Ignite my darling
Ignite
Posting this took a lot of courage from me and so I do really hope you enjoy it.
Kate Willis Sep 2017
Even in the harrowing hours of the night,
the witching hour, you may say
I stand in an open field in nothing more than a scarf and hat
awaiting the world to come crashing down with fire in her hands.
My ******* perk from hiding,
a warm and loving embrace from the cool winter air,
and the hair on the back of my neck raises with intent on reaching the sky,
I stare forward at the midnight black - awake and so full of stars.
archwolf-angel Aug 2017
many dungeons
in the journey from the past
fought many monsters
kept some

in the limbo of my adventure
a gem of life in hand
awaiting the release
with a sigh of relief

my decisions I will never regret
I accept and repent
a rebel in me still
my identity refined

we are not here nor there
but we will be just fine
with a sword in my hand
we will always be ready to fight
Dungeon Warriors unite.
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