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 Oct 2015 Thinking Doc
Helen
He kills her
he's a murderer

She kills him
she's a victim

trying to survive

her word against his
but he's dead

his word against her
still leaves him dead!

domestic violence
is not gender based!

It's gender biased!

We all to quickly judge
with haste

Those that are just trying
*to survive
As a woman, I will quickly stand up for domestic violence against women, but as a human being, I will be just as quick to stand up for the men that suffer in complete silence... as a woman, I know, we can be utter *******... and that can have the same effect on a man as the opposite can be on women...We are all potentiality victims....
 Oct 2015 Thinking Doc
PaulSta SA
This poem is to
My late brother,
My best friend
Who we use to plant
Memories from the
Past.

We used to play,argue and fight
We were Tweedledum and Tweedledee,
Always known by a smile.
But this world is crazy enough,it could
Not been better to you,this is blasphemy
But God could have given you another
Chances to life,
Death you should never be proud.

Rest in peace brother.
I won't count my tears
They worth poppin' and fall.
I can't bare this gaint pain in my
Heart,and words can't spell it right.
Dearest lives you left behind will
Always adore you.

Goodbye my friend,so
Long,farewell,but it not
The end of the chapter,i will see you
Again in the after life,someday in
Heaven we will reunite,the flash disappears
But soul survive...
...Till next time,friend,farewell,Goodbye.
I wrote this poem with 15mins after I heard about my friend loss,i wrote this elegy to honour him with times he past by in this and goods times we had,but his time injury even will reunite in afterlife,someday we will bond together again.
 Sep 2015 Thinking Doc
Crucifix
There is not a day I don't hear your words, taste the essence of your soul. Watch your heart pump ink through through your mind and paint pictures on your skin. Not a day passes by when god envys the artist under his sky. How they simplify the storms and count colors in the sand. You speak in rhymes and riddles true, music flows beneath you. And not a day passes by when I don't think "your so lovely I could die."
I ɖʀɨռҡɛtɦ ɦɛʀ քռɛʊʍa
I sաɨɢ ʊքօռ ɦɛʀ ɨռċaʀռatɨօռ;
Sɦɛ ɨs tɦɛ saċʀɛɖ ɛʍɮօɖɨʍɛռt
Oʄ tɦɛ ɖɨʄʄɛʀɛռt աօʀʟɖ's aռɖ ռatɨօռ's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
Title is- Embodiment to life

Poem is this if you can't read

I drinketh her pneuma
I swig upon her incarnation;
She is the sacred embodiment
Of the different world's and nation's.
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