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nawke Jun 2018
the mind has clarity
the body has purity
the heart has charity
the spirit has prosperity
the soul has destiny  

One sees Eternity
nawke Jun 2018
There are good death
And there are bad ways over
Mundane or momentous
Closure is a pain bipolar

To lovers, family, friends
Or old habits and memories
Our hearts of roller coasters
Point always the longest ways
nawke Jun 2018
the god reaches the height of outrageous
and all flee cradles are now in cages
wrap with america's love in all this foil
add zero tolerance, vinegar with oil
nevermind papa are lacking the wages
baby ******* diapers in ops pied pipers
so humanity rage pages to teach all ages
as super agent dancing on loopholes table
just act savages, break'em up like marriages
mother of all separations and isolations
not a **** to refugees let alone day give
drown in this cruelty or tour of its duty
goodbye sanity, welcome cry to show reality
trump the wall, let contagious truth be its fall
Keep the family in, or keep them out
That's what compassion is all' about
I simply don't understand the flout
Pray the children wont be flickering out
nawke Jun 2018
we can make
something out of nothing
~
nothing
is like not-sowing a single seed
yet we reap far and forever more
and forever is incomprehensibly long
so while waiting for something
anything arrives
and oh, how it thrives
soon, we begin to make
everything out of anything
chasing something
or another thing  
since they look like nothing
we've ever seen before
often, so certain that we already
know nothing very well
forgetting truly
nothing came from something
we would be
good with nothing
Windmills of the mind.
nawke Jun 2018
Good teachers teach that
to each his own lessons learnt
at times too, unlearned

The East also teaches
one cannot lose the teacher  
til lessons are learned

Also, when the student
is ready - a teacher appears
one stores it for years

Blessed the teachers
students and pathways
with truest minds uprear
nawke Jun 2018
where love lays weeping
not every sleeping dog is
mine to wake, from lies
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