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when you feel like
you're drowning


learn to be a fish!.

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SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/14/2017

Thanks for the honor!
This was a very pleasant surprise!  

Blessings to you ALL!

♡Catherine
earth and wind
spew cloudy corruption.
I bite the breathing blossom
trying not to inspire
inky irritation.
ignorance.
ignominy.

I inhale anyway.

how, after all, can one

stop breathing?



SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/13/2017
When a person inhales the ash from a volcano, they take in billions of tiny fragments of glass. If you don't suffocate from this you drown in your own blood.

#modern-times #godlessness
 May 2017 Warren-Johnson
Ife
Scars
 May 2017 Warren-Johnson
Ife
The world is quiet
I'm trying to forget.
my heart aches,
like I was stabbed
perhaps betrayed.

I'm broken
and never healing right

Dark and frozen
and rarely feeling bright.
Punching through a hollow void,
Quickly grabbing a falling boxed heirloom,
Just touching your finger tips,
Watching it fall into eternal chasm.

Plunging into depths searching,
To find treasure that's empty,
In an elegant wooden shell,
Diving to surface, notions stung,
Holding a wooden box of drained love.
It's about those closed book styles of people!
There was a flower, blossoming on the shoreline. Beholding the serenity of the seas and criticising the rise and fall of the indomitable tides.

It swayed in the balmy air and loathed the dusty storms.

It adored the sun's radiance and mourned the moon's norms.

It extolled the aesthetics and execrated the wrongs.

It denied the nectar but appreciated the honeycomb.

There was a peyote, living in the dreary sands. Mesmerized by the great dunes, standing like a tomb.

Relishing the scanty rains with much aplomb.

It grows its roots in the search of water,  many call it a coxcomb.

Such is the folk, unaware of the real beauty for so long!

                                    - Swasti Jain
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
3.2.1Go!
The race has begun
It demands to run
Run until death.
Some crawl
Some walk
And some run.
They run not to win
They run to beat others.
Those who crawl
Are called learners
Those who run
Are called winners
Losing has no scope.
Some lost hope
Some lost way
Some lost zeal
And some are in disgrace.
Who are they?
What are they doing?
They are walking dead.
This race is life
The track has stages
It transforms people
Many are not meant
To be a part of it
Society has norms
Exclusion is the punishment
What separates those people?
They are walking dead.
Zeal, passion, love and war
Mere words in dictionary
With no emotions left
They are walking dead.
#strive #love #hope #war #walkingdead #heartandsoul
shivering
shadows
of lingering fingers
fulfilling... culminating
this coil of mortality...
muted mystery
sought

bewitching
he runs his hands
ravishing desires...
beautiful thought

harbinger to eternity
he holds your heart
within ethereal
grasp

longing for
languid lethargy
breath becomes
your last...

blackest kiss
transcends bliss
faded flowers known

towards the light
in your flight
to heaven
to God's

throne

glory glitters
all around
you're jaw
is opened
slack!

Jesus says,
"... it's not your time...
my child, you're going

BACK!

I'm the Lover of your soul.
do not covet Death...
he will come when
I allow...
for now, in me rest..."

so, now, you are
caught by Him
back to earth
returned

you have to wait
for divine fate...

*another lesson learned.
This was written for a friend.
I know the style changed toward the end... but I promised this poem
and wanted to complete it
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