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i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars
i watch the birds as they are flyin' by
always have wished bein' able to fly

i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky
why does the ego urge to satisfy
i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind
all the amount on the trees i have sinned

i may be restin' as if behind bars
the dreams i have had but those nightmares why
i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms
it is i this world into depths has binned

for now my place is here beneath these elms
this grave now to be my only of realms

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'
 Feb 2016 Gracie Knoll
m i a
i will never understand the phrase,
'You only love her when you let her go.'

ever.

why would you let her go back into reality alone,

why would you let her go face society, and become one of those human drones,

why would you let her lay in her bed alone, and allow the fears to consume her life,

don't you want her to survive?

do you not know that youre the oxygen that keeps her alive?

maybe i've just fallen too deep in love, but i sure as hell will never let my dove go,

unless it's freedom she asks for, but until then she's forever mine, and therefore i hope our love will grow even more.
this is about a guy talking about a phrase he doesnt seem to understand. <3
the death rattle
of the rain on glass
wind howling
in the eaves
i feel the earth
start shaking
as time's shuttle
loops and weaves

all that is within me
wants to turn and run
but i know that i must
stay here
and finish what's begun

within
three days of darkness
ghosts gibbering
ghoulish glee
i don't believe in
fairytales
but this wickedness
i see!

i'm hiding out
within the halls
of a fortress strong and tall
I would not have
been able to brave this
without these
sturdy walls

so, c'mon wolf!
just huff n' puff
try to ******* down!
squint your eyes
***** up your face
wear that bad ol' frown!

i await my destiny
with backbone
and with tact

I LIVE IN A
BRICK HOUSE!


and brother,

THAT'S A FACT!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/15/2016
My father is back from the hospital.
He doesn't have cancer
But there are other issues
It will require all the strength
within me to handle what's ahead.

But i have considerable strength within
I HAVE JESUS CHRIST

I must go to bed now
It's 3am. I've been up all night
assisting my dad

PLEASE PRAY

---
\(=!=)/

where's the latent?
the unseen?
where's the mind
conceiving dreams?
the little man
behind the screen?
the ideas
in between
the leather cover
of a book?
it must be opened
for a look

where's the flower
in a ****?
the tree within
a mustard seed?
it is there
that much agreed

where's the woman
In a girl?
the ocean in a
whorled shell?

there are leagues
within the legs
there are
eagles within eggs

there is
nothing that's for naught
behind the forehead
there's a thought

within a scroll
there is a chart
within a chest
there is a heart

within a matrix
there is gold
behind the eyes
there is a

SOUL

there is soil
beneath grass so green
look beyond for

the unseen



SoulSurvivor
2/16/2016
my father just went to the hospital
for extensive testing
he's had some dementia and
other severe problems

he's a WWII hero
having survived the
Battle of Okinawa
so he's a brave man

THANKS FOR ALL YOUR
POSITIVE THOUGHTS
AND PRAYERS!

♡ Catherine
 Feb 2016 Gracie Knoll
Kelynn
Thoughts are bubbles;
Drifting.
Always changing;
Shifting.
Words are concrete;
Permanent,
Limiting,
Determinate.
The mind can think and feel.
The mouth can only steal
the morsels that the brain creates;
the lips then mutilate.
Dreams with totipotency
crash to Earth woefully.
If we dictated
what our minds have slated
rather than the deplorable mess
that comes out more often than less,
A different world we would live in.
With ample free thought to swim in.
We'd drink it in, not spit it out.
We'd coexist, express our doubt.
Put an end to censorship
and start a human relationship
 Feb 2016 Gracie Knoll
Kelynn
I've yet to meet anyone
who wants to admit their weakness,
That they are insecure, unloved,
and that they see the world with bleakness.

To live out each day
is to put on a mask,
But to write down words,
it is for war you ask.

Once words hit a page
you can't take them back.
Prepare for the consequences,
You're under attack.
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