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 Jul 2014 Tark Wain
Mike Hauser
How can I explain this mystery
Of the amazing grace that's changed the heart in me
All because of Christ and Christ alone

It's not who I am or what I've done
There's no hope for me in how I perform
All because of Christ and Christ alone

There's a great chasm between that separates
The love of God from my mistakes
All because of Christ and Christ alone

The arms held out on that shameful cross
Endured sins pain to endear the lost
All because of Christ and Christ alone

In Christ I trust, in Christ I am
No great mystery in where I stand
All because of Christ and Christ alone

Christ is life, that's all I need to know
Where I need to be is Christ alone
All because of Christ and Christ alone
I don't give
a single fuçk
about your ego.

Your attachments
are like ballast
for your soul.
Life is hollow for the hollow.
"To a worm in horseradish,
the world is horseradish."
~Yiddish Proverb
 Jul 2014 Tark Wain
Pea
Your fancy poetry
does not touch me.
fog
my mind is in a fog
your love is the breeze that
clears it away
I look  upon the Fields of France
and see her scars a century old.
The fading craters made by shells;
the trench lines where they fought and died.
No star shells now disturb the night
No need to fumble for gas masks.
No "No -man's Land" between the wires.
No butchery mars these fields of France.

In Nineteen Fourteen, in July
with declarations by old men,
A generation went to war
and most would not see home again.
In muddy trenches rats grew fat.
Whistles sounded the hopeless charge.
Machine guns made a mince of men.
At Verdun, alone, a million dead.

This is now and that was then,
but this is, in truth, a fragile peace.
Hatred simmers, oaths are sworn,
I sense the battle lines are drawn.
The lamp lights flicker now as then.
Will butchery mar these fields again?
JULY 29, 1914. World War one begins
The only good thing about devil is

he resembles me.
no matter how fast i go,
i never seem to be able to outrun time
my actions catch up with me,
then i can either run or face the music

recently i have found a third way to live,
i can flow with the stream of life
and be guided by the natural rhythm and harmony
of a Loving Force Greater than me
I just have to "relax and take it easy."
 Jul 2014 Tark Wain
SG Holter
Everything beautiful I
Didn't lose
I broke.

Now all that's left
Is real.
I'm too old

For things
That
Aren't. And so

I embrace the
Ashes and dust
I am.
As I watched the light travel through my walls,
I intently think of you tonight.
For, not once did I expect you to come,
And show me how happy life is.
My love, there are so many wonders out there whom you could be with
But you chose me, me the wonderful imperfection.
Grateful to see you happy
Even if the skies are gray or,
Even if its a sunny windy day.
I tell myself, maybe life is really full of mystical creatures and beautiful nightmares
We are the ones who have the choice
On how we see the life give and path laid for us.
Some love the pain,
Some hate it.
Some love the tears,
Some curse it.
Some push the attention away;
And some crave for it.
We decided what we do with the weapons handed to us.
We either use it for combat or surrender it.
The universe whispered, my dear child:
"You will not see your finish line unless you try to go near it.
You will not have your light, unless you light the torch."
I have this burning passion to love you,
My darling, I know that one day
You're going to see your way through the tears and the pain.
Let me love you
Let me love you..
Let me--Please.
I am such a dramatic poet.har har
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