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Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
To drink—enables Mine
Through Desert or the Wilderness
As bore it Sealed Wine—

To go elastic—Or as One
The Camel’s trait—attained—
How powerful the Stimulus
Of an Hermetic Mind—
^^^
we were just like
two numerical numbers
from the opposing sign
added together
and the result is zero*

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-1+1=0
i have
a stone to write
upon • it was a timely
gift • i wore it down with sands
of time • which through my fingers
drift • i'm writing on the tablet • which
is of marble made • there's not much more
to add to it • i do not need your aid • I've so
wanted to carve the end • but it was
God's to write • i don't know what He will do now
what's perfect in His sight • now i'm simply
waiting • writing out these lines • hoping i
won't be punished further • for my many
crimes • i died to them already • most folks
don't care to know • my old man was a gonner  • many years ago • but though God
forgives • and though God forgets • human
beings don't want to • they haven't done so
yet • they fuss at me and fight me • they dis
me and they yell • it's too much for me to
handle • i  feel like i'm in hell • but i am not
complaining • i died to the details • i am just a dead man • and a dead man tells no
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SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/7/2015
Dead to sin
now alive in Christ Jesus
 Dec 2015 Charu Joshi
Ami Shae
unfinished
is how i feel
whenever I think of me--
it's like somehow I've forgotten
who I'm supposed to be.
Sometimes I just feel so  "Un"
 Dec 2015 Charu Joshi
Pax
-words-
 Dec 2015 Charu Joshi
Pax
Words inspire, Words transpire
They are the writer’s creation
a peak of the writer’s soul

A positive release
Or
A negative outcome

Dull words into creative thinking
Sparkles of wellness
Pure and Raw emotions collide
Reflections of what we imagine
Beginners and new beginning
Flows in a dynamic determination
Empowering its readers
Curious to meaningful insight
Playful art of thoughts
For me
For you
For everyone
To
Enjoy
a 3 year old poem of mine, inspired on how words create art.
can be a sword
but it can also
be a
fang
bullies on the
internet
where the one
can be a
gang
the multi-fac'd jester
from the box he
sprang
on his words he
rises up
on his words he'll

HANG.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/30/2015
Give 'em enough rope...

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She doesn't recite poems in the darkish sunset

like golden corns dying to be reaped
she needs a hand to cut her through
reach to where a fleshless lust is still not ember.

Seasons come and fly away.

Her own poems withering
she pines for one simple nest
to rest.
 Nov 2015 Charu Joshi
ThePoet
There is a world of blessing  
that is awaiting to surround me,
but piles of dust and ashes
are the only things around me

There is a world of beauty
that is awaiting to find me,
but this prison of darkness 
has locked and confined me

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