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 Mar 2020 Cynthia Jean
Edward
Everyone struggle here , some struggle more.
Everyone hurt in some way, some hurts more.
Even the wealthy suffers here on the earth now.
This is why we read about their suicides here.
More people try to ease their pain by doing drugs.
While others tries to ease it through drinking.
I am not trying to upset anyone I love you all in Christ.
Even Christians goes through this drugs or drinking.
But I know that only an few God gives deliverance gift.
For people to see God uses them to reveal to others.
That his supernatural miracle powers still working today.
It is here for all to see and ask God to deliver them too.
It is his will to heal and deliver everyone so he is reveal to the world.
Going through the things we go through;
Makes one thinks, I was born to be a fool.
What a painful feeling, to think you are a fool.
The same mistakes our ancestry goes through is what we do.
Amazingly everything happens in the sky blue!
Is it true, what goes around comes around?
Never let such a painful feeling to come around.
Is it true, we all want to be horse’s mouth, that why we do.

Learn from a friend, let us learn from our friends.
Never let a mistake of your friend, to be your failure too.
No need to repeat the same mistakes of our ancestry.
Learn to get it from the horse’s mouth, rather than our friends.
What a painful feeling, is it the life of letting them rat and fail too?
Indeed they all want to be horse’s mouth or be like their ancestry.

Written By: The Senior Date: 20/01/2020
-This Era is mine
Standing alone
on the altar’s first step,
apprenticeship dethroned

Indentured anew,
my eyes turn inward,
disarmed, but not disowned

A quarter to forever
in the distance ahead,
blank meadows still to quote

The hour glass waiting
upon no man,
to deliver its last joke

Seeds scatter freely,
implanted anew,
words rising where vision bled

Each one a new stone
in eternity’s trail
—the unborn baby fed

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall
 Mar 2020 Cynthia Jean
Marsha
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
They come when there is an emergency. They will pull you of a burning building or get a kitten out of a tree. They mend the broken and the injured everyday. They will jump out of their comfort zone and go into harms way. Some of them wear Red and some of them wear blue. Some carry a medics bag and some wear a gun. All are unsung hero's when there is dangerous work to be done. In the dark of night or the burning sun at mid day, when you call for help they are never far away. First responders never running away from trouble but to the scene of what ever incident there may be or to where someone is in need.
I'm longing to jot these lines today,
I love your poetry and what you say!
Some minds are strong, some minds are weak,
I think it's great on how you think!
I feel your pain, I feel your sorrow,
I'll read your poems today and tomorrow!
Some of your poems are one of a kinds,
They hit me so hard and stay on my mind!
I feel the hurt, the aching inside,
I feel the depression it's so hard to hide!
Some souls are happy,
Some souls are sad!
Some hearts will cry,
For loved ones they lost.
 Mar 2020 Cynthia Jean
Napolis
Still water
resting
at the
bottom
of a
Pacific ocean
tide
pool,

reflections
of you
in my
mind
in the
Sunday
morning
light.

sometimes
I can imagine
I hear you
laughter
carried in
harmony
to me
on a
a salt-kissed
circling
wind.

and I
sit for
a moment
and smile.

I always
smile.

it is
a giving
thing that
you do.

your gentle
manner
of truth
and innocence.

I can always
feel it
there in
you eyes...

you are


where
good  poets
go to
die.
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