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 Sep 2019 Elle H
Edward
I sincerely do love you all with Gods love.

I really feel that each of you really are special.

I know that you all have the gift to help others.

Through your experiences, and words of healing.

You might not be feeling it at this here moment.

But honestly I have been there myself many times.

I have felt worthless, and wanted to die real fast.

But God has told me back then that it was not happening.

So know this you truly are an inspiration to all whom know you.

Because you do have the power to help heal others right here.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Edward
In your presence, we shall dance
In your presence, we shall be in Awe.
In your presence, we shall praise you.
In your presence, we shall remain thankful.
In your presence, is where we want to be.
In your presence, is the right place to be.
In your presence, is where we want to stay.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Edward
Sweet Coffee
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Edward
One of the better gifts that God has given to Us.
Is coffee, and sweet coffee creamers, coffee houses.
Those three things can help you to have some fun.
For when one doesn't drink liquor here on the earth.
Then we need some drink to take the place of liquor.
Coffee taste good , and it always wakes one up too.
Hopefully in heaven there shall be great coffee to drink.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Faizel Farzee
Completely spaced out again
When will this endless voyage end
The cemented past does not want to bend
Tired of trying to will the impossible i'm spent

I'm just a feather on a breeze, going with the flow
Life is the navigator, it's steering the boat
Erupting emotions about to blow
Missing again, i lost hope

Thoughts spinning, caught within the eye of the storm
Separate from the world, my pen refuse to conform
To the sadness and chaos it is magnetically drawn
I feel the worlds pain, in my soul it's still warm

Words of wisdom i spew
From a broken winged mind it flew
What i preach, please don't misconstrued
These words come from the heart, a place of truth

Let's take a second and realize what to the world we have done
It's beauty a hostage, locked in cages and paintings for our fun
This worried message is a global concern, its for everyone
The world is decaying, Armageddon has silently begun.
Truth bombs exploding from my sleepy mind,
i have to write, these feelings are not kind.
forcing me to capture these words on the pages
wrenching every word from my minds cages
please let me go, i just want to sleep
Not until you capture the worlds pain,
It continuously  whispers to me
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Faizel Farzee
Our love was sealed with a kiss
                 From heaven
Thoughts and feelings
 Sep 2019 Elle H
Faizel Farzee
Time willingly caught in deja vu, Repeating this timeless moment
I slowly drown in your ocean blue eyes
In this heated atmosphere,we stuck, icily frozen

Your embrace releasing all the pressures of life
I breathe in your essence slowly,
every ounce of my being screaming to make you my wife
my earthly angel, defeating the nights so lonely

Your winged whispered word takes me higher
you are my oxygen, a match made in heaven
you set my soul on fire


So as i put your hand in mine, together we ascend
Our lips embrace with hungered tongues
Our immortal love, together we transcend.
As our love grows the higher our understanding ascend, you are the air that i breathe, you awake and maintain the poet within.
So for this i thank you, with a few written words,
You are the life i live for, the song of the birds.
 Sep 2019 Elle H
poetryaccident
The drawer has emptied over time
one-thirds cleared as if to comply
with an absence that demands doom
this lack of spoons in present time
those holders of passions pressed
into realms of thriving health
growth beyond the wounded state
is then paused by lack of ready grace

there’s left behind the substitutes
each with a cold purpose set
neither an equal on their own
perhaps together life will resolve
easily fitting into a palm
poor replacement for what’s been lost
the fates continue nonetheless
even if spoons are not at hand

the first demands useful works
that poke and lift of the fork
utility of a long workday
is manifest by implement
crafting worlds without a soul
absent thought of questing hope
this allows the days to unwind
even as the will slowly die

the second cuts with an edge honed
removing meat from the bone
a knife’s edge would cease the pain
at the price of future days
separation that seems to heal
when pain is dropped from the deceased
now lack of spoons has bequeathed
that work combines with edged leave.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190907.
The poem “Drawer Has Emptied” is about a lack of spoons, with this cutlery being slang for “an imaginary unit of energy used by people with illnesses and disabilities”.
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