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This poem is to my Beautiful and Loving sisters.
Also to my Brothers whom Love others strongly.
The strength that you both have , the strength of a lion.
You have the outpouring Love like an waterfall.
The Love never cease , but continue everyday.
I have been Blessed by you whom write .
Beautifully every day some with great wisdom.
You speak out of the outpouring of your beautiful hearts.
You whom never cease to help others with your words.
Thank you my Fellow Knights and Ladies you are indeed special.
 Apr 2017 Adam Childs
Poetic T
Disembarking like
                         wet snowflakes,
they submerge within me,
laying a blanket of  
                 regrets.
Melting within my physicality,
a stream of motions joining estuaries
of consciousness.
        
And I slumber, woven dreams of
                                    nothingness
                                              encompass me,
swimming in a blizzard of closed senses,
I'm drowning in slower beats, like the
rumbling of thunder slowly fading away
with each rumbling of consciousness.

As the last breath of existence  
                                               falls,
a singular snow flake shatters
                                       within me,
I'm buried in the frailties of my decisions.
A Gang of Guns was walking down the street
Looking for trouble, Someone to defeat.
The Guns saw a man who looked very loaded.  
One Gun shot him in the head. He was goaded.

"Please don't shoot me Gun. " the man had pleaded.
"I have a wife and kids. I am needed!"
"Dude" said the Gun when he found no money.
"You are a real loser. Ain't it funny?"

Got to get the Guns off the street.
Too many people dying, blown off their feet.

Note.  
2016— 781 killed
2017— 664 killed
2018 —555 killed.  CPD
2019 -- 498 killed
2020 -- 772 killed
2021 -- 797 killed
2022 -- 695 killed
2023 --

Those who pull the triggers.
Need an appointment with the diggers.
Saw Chicago police saying we must get the Guns off the street.
She trapped herself in small worlds
In her search for big dreams
Copyright under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
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blah Enjoy
He lies flat on the rooftop
looking at the stars.

Useless worlds birthing and dying
he muses
the colossal magnificence of waste

if atrophy is the verdict
why create a complex web of universe
just because someone from an island
would stare at them
in awe of the beauty
seeking a key to the riddle
himself a grain of dust
lost in reading the firmament
and not grasping
of what significance
he is
within his shrinking space and time
in an expanding universe.
 Mar 2017 Adam Childs
Poetic T
lifes vessel travels
happiness and depression

harboured together
The first 'Like' notification
Literally threw me over the moon
Now I can say I know what 'THE COW' felt
The first 'Humble' comment
Hit me right through my chest
I swear I died and went to heaven
Now I can say HE knows how grateful I am
The first 'Collection' addition
Welcomed me to a new country
Now I can say I know what it's like
To hold multiple citizenship
Since I landed on this planet of words
Its breeze hitting me  'hi' and 'hello'  
I can say I hear my name for the first time
And it feels like Poetry

                              © Belema .S. Ekine
This is a lil something to show my appreciation for the kind and warm reception from my HP peeps.
May your heart be filled with Love.
Even with those that are hurtful to you.
Be not evil back at those evil ones.
But always Love others right back.
Be generous when you have it to be.
Share whatever you have with others.
Share your time helping those in need.
Show them Love, for this is the right thing to do.
Love upon them in anyway that you can.
I Love you all and am thankful for you all.
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