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Roses be roses—
no thorns,
no pain,
only pleasure
leaving sweet sensation
on soul and skin.

Fire be fire—
no burn,
no scars,
just remolded,
not to ashes,
but to worth.

Awakening—
realizing
that once I breathe,
and once it ceases,
I embalm to forever.

Not in toil
of envy
or blind admiration
as the world spins on.

In your space,
in your place,
you will shine
and outshine—
like the dawning
of a summer day.

In your voice,
in your sound,
you will rise
and outrise—
like a satellite
in orbit.
You don't need to be someone else to be YOU. You need to find who you are truly in Christ Jesus. Let Him shine through YOU.
Another day to ****** away
and it's getting 'otter
ha
see what I did there?

No?
suit yourself
I do,
but work beckons me
with its long skeletal finger.

it's Saturday
and She says,
that's right
but no prize for you
go to work and do what
you do

I'll see you later.
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                  Bring Me the Head of Peter Rabbit

My little dog has gotten into the habit
Of dining at dusk on delicious rabbit

Last night she blitzed past me as I opened the door
And left me a gift on the bedroom floor

I blinked when I saw at the foot of the bed
With its eyes still open – a poor rabbit’s head

Luna-Dog looked up and pawed at my knee
As if to ask, “Aren’t you proud of me?”

I reminded her gently (no need to fume)
That we take our meals the dining room
my sadness is evanescent
soon I will forget how it made me feel
I used to feel empty everyday
now I feel joy and contentment
my sadness is evanescent
drifting away
out of my memory
the feeling of sadness
will be a foreign emotion
evanescent: soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence, quickly fading or disappearing
How could I shield myself from the words
that lift me into the highest lowness?
Dearly beloved, raw openness,
the source of my grace and imperfection.

I feel strangely weightless
when my precognition
whispers to me about my possible future.
I hush all my names,
they’re not statues carved
by the thoughts of others.

I watch people drift in and out,
I touch the tree leaves in the cold wind.
Looking tenderly into the eyes of black ravens
I just try to see what they see.

I don’t fear the dark,
the primal womb that gives light
and birth to worlds spread across space.
Losing someone I love is my only fear.
Death comes uninvited, in its own time.

Love is my helpless, naked truth.
My moral compass still works
in my body.
At night, I find sleep and rest.
In light, the warmth,
and the souls of others.

I see the tired hearts
I find solace, looking into the light.
The body brings fleeting fullness.
I gather the crumbs of mystery,
expecting nothing,
just enough to find my dignity
and make peace with the unreachable.
Lying in a field, of tulips so red                                                              ­                    
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Endlessly staring, into nothingness                                                      ­                                      
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Is anyone caring? Am I being missed?                                                          ­                                        
                        ­                                                                 ­                       
Frozen in time, left in this place                                                            ­                    
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The days go by, slow as a snail's pace                                                            
­                                                                 ­                                               
Winter blows in, I'm chilled to the bone                                                             ­     
                                                           ­                                                   
When summer comes, I'm still not home
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