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To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
The words have been the poem,
and a good poem should fulfill us
  It can offer consolation and comfort
in our times of need

Lift up your pens, you upcoming poets write to,
your heart's content,  let your words,
be a conversation topic, be the closing of
the graduation speech, because
rhythmic language thrives, it allows most poems
to speak for themselves.
Who Killed Poetry?
No one did .
in their bed of ash
lavender-grey and sultry

slowly reassemble into
a bed of coals
salmon and fuchsia

stretching
and
torching
the
morning
star


soulsurvivor
(C) 20/10/2015
GOOD MORNING ALL!

sorry i've been gone so long...
been writing musical stuff
and burning CDs. Four of them.

It was a magical dawn this morning
and i can't help but write...
will be reading later this week.

♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
You're the hard ground and I'm the rain
Gladly falling for you, ignoring the pain
Could've stayed in the sky at cloud nine
But can't stop pouring till you're soggy and mine

I am not sure about others but I know that I can not change on my own.
God has became to me the God that saves those whom can not change themselves.
So I cry out to him and then I lay down the mess that I know that I am.
For him to decide which piece of the puzzle to change first of all here.
For he is transforming this mess that I have became here on the earth.
Into the masterpiece , revealing to those whom can not change too.
To trust in him and see just exactly how beautiful their life shall become.
Because he loves working with the ones, that knows that it is him.
Doing this work , and none of them thus then he gets all of the Glory.
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