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 Jul 19
Traveler
We are but extensions of our higher selves, we are whole parts of the whole. The fractals of god expand throughout collective consciousness.
God is an eternal creation.
Traveler Tim
 Jul 19
Jay Jelly
Unrighteousness
Inlayed
Woven into me
I had to put the misery
Out to pasture
Target practice almost buried me
The blood sweat
And tears became entwined
Null in void  
Like the fiddler
On my roof banished
Beyond liberating
As the prisons crumbled
Fortresses and barriers fared
No better collapsed
Could no longer hold
Me at there own request
Consume elsewhere
Find a new enemy
Identifying a better reality
Taking a bite of
The right fruit for once
Endless chapters
Non fiction roared
Like the sad fables of yesterdays
They might still be screaming
But I’m not listening
Not my kind of scripture
I didn’t have
Enough tools on my belt
To cope properly
Until he shined down on my sadness
Eventually I started easing towards
Something more graceful
 Jul 19
Bekah Halle
smoke
from a nearby chimney
subliminally
merged with the fog that spoke covering
like protection
but indeed looked like
silencing screams from the wild.
 Jul 18
Traveler
On this cold summer morning, I pull my extra cover over my hairless aging legs. The moon seems to be going through some strange end times faze.
I enjoy my coffee and dare to watch the dreadful world news, nothing seems to changes, we’re still being lied to.
Hidden bigotry in plain sight,
manufacturing a reason to strike.
When will the cold morning fade
into the restful sleep of yesterday’s
……….
Traveler Tim
 Jul 18
Nick Moore
I
Like to
Think, it's permanently
Gone.

Suddenly around the bend,  
Darkness
Doth
Decend.

So alone
In the vacuum of space,
If I dissappear,
Would there be
A
Trace?
There's got to be a yin to the yang.
 Jul 17
Bekah Halle
It struck me,
When my phone asked, no, demanded—
To back it up,
How machines claim their needs...
Sometimes, more often, than not,
better than we do!
Has anyone else pondered this?
 Jul 17
Bekah Halle
the grass,
ghostly white,
snaps as I tred upon
it and the remnants, aghast,
yesterday's memories
lay frozen in time 'neath
my feet that live steadfastly.
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