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 Jan 2019
K Balachandran
Dame  dawn hurried in,
Birds were at cross purposes;
Night left unnoticed.
 Jan 2019
Traveler
I truly sincerely apologize
My dearest southern friends
Our light here shines quite pale
Most the things they'er showing us on the News
Minimizes your living hell

This maybe my attempt to try and flush
My weary restless mind
Haunted by all I've seen
Down this crazy ******* line

This is a dangerous world
We gets caught up in our fears
But my arms are open wide
If you ever make it here!
Traveler Tim
 Jan 2019
Edmund black
Do you ever stop and consider the depth and condition of your soul? What attitudes and dispositions do you allow to poison and lurk in there?  Or do you fill it with the seeds of kindness and gentleness and service? We alone are responsible for our souls and what we give into this world. I’m not content to be a handsome tree that cannot nourish those around me with goodness, kindness and gentleness. All the degrees and diplomas hanging on my wall will not comfort a hurting heart.  Being learned will not guarantee being wise.  The depth of your soul is entirely up to you...dig deeper and find yourself for yourself!
Happy New Year beautiful people! I pray 2019 is a year of abundant success, peace and joy for each of you!  I wish that you find the richest love for yourself and with others!
 Nov 2018
Pax
There is only
one you in
every
lifetime.
Multiple meanings
Live free , from hate and resentment.
Live free, from anger and bitterness.
Live free, from sadness and loneliness.
Live free, from selfishness and sorrow.
Live free, from rejection and spitefulness.
Live free, from pride, controlling, and overbearing.
Live for, Hope, Joyfulness, and Peace.
Live for, Love, selflessness, and Goodness.
Live for , Giving, Sharing, Enjoying, Hope.
Live for, Humbleness, Happy, self-control.
 Oct 2018
JL Smith
You ask me why I go
Because no one's requested that I stay
You wonder why I run
Because I've grown exhausted of this place

You think you know my heart,
But it's still searching for its home
You attempt to negotiate,
But this soul already roams

You dream I follow yours
Yet, they consist of sleep
While mine encourage growth
Your story reads as fiction
While I live mine under oath

© JL Smith
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