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 Feb 2024 Eshwara Prasad
zozek
I have come back to you words
waking up from scattered dreams
beneath love lie lies
surrounded by the lonely dunes
had bads disguised
glittering shimmer soaked coals
pain like unfettered moors
shackles of despair
My dad once built a shed out of old doors

Each odd colours he'd collect along his travels, when one grew tired and porous another would take its place

Even the floor was doors

I dreamt of opening them to secret places and posted letters through the slots hoping it would reach them

But they never opened, and all that remained was my father grey and aged in his shed made of doors.
Inspired by the father of  a friend
Some days I cannot bear to look at myself.

I flourish in the dark corners, I sing to the shadows and relish their indifference.

Seek what you dream, there is some warmth in the cold.
What a change a week can make
Outside covers don’t mean anything
Inside that counts
Beauty lies in honesty
Beauty comes from within
Live your dream
Give it your all
Sometimes we
        Fall
Forgive people who
     Got in your way
Each day takes  
       Determination
So here I am,
Learning and living.

So little did I know,
Before believing.

These emotions,
We are feeling,
Have purpose,
Have meaning.

And that I,
Right now,
Am truly healing.
Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                    Lent is Not About Giving Up Things Lent is Not About
                    Giving Up Things Lent is Not About Giving Up Things
                    Lent is Not About Giving Up Things

All of my life I have been told
That Lent is not about giving up things
So was there a time when anyone
was told otherwise?
Lent is Not About Giving Up Things Lent is Not About Giving Up Things Lent is Not About Giving Up Things Lent is Not About Giving Up Things
In The End

       Well there’s two sides to every coin
And there’s two sides to every story
And in every game there’s defeat
And then there’s obviously glory

There’s riches in currency and
There’s riches in Silver and Gold
There’s a life of youth and there’s
A life you spend when you’re old

There’s sparkling shining jewelry
Beautiful Necklaces and rings
There’s a plethora of worldly possessions
So many meaningless material things

Some might say that it brings true
Happiness but it’s just fake
But you believe what you wish and
By all means get all you can take

But life is temporary and so is everything
In it and that’s the truth my friend
You can’t take it with you and there’s
Only Heaven or Hell In The End

Written By:Charles Kean
02/15/2024
unusual thoughts  
pounding in my head
       me

i'm not dead

leaving my dreams
style the day

if all this is real

     i've lost my way
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