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 Jul 2014 Issa
Eddie Starr
I am broken, its through my brokenness that I see God.
It through my brokenness that I gain compassion for the hurting.
It is through my brokenness that my humanity is revealed.
For if I was a perfect and sinless I would be more like the good angels.
If I was perfect, sinless, and with great power, I would be closer to God.
But I am not perfect yet, I persevere and do my very best to not sin.
It is only through my brokenness that I see that I truly need a Savior.
I do not rely on  myself, because I know that I am broken.
It is through my brokenness that I know that I need my Savior God.
 Jul 2014 Issa
Winter Silk
Break
 Jul 2014 Issa
Winter Silk
Broke- My wallet
Broken- The promises I've made
Break- What I need.
Breaking- My heart
Breakable- My job, I skipped too many days
Break-up*- What's happened to me.
A bit too true for me.
 Jul 2014 Issa
Winter Silk
The fire slowly died out in the cool, gentle ocean breeze.
It was a time that was deep into the night, the light bulbs have long been inactive, the tents stood like shaking, young trees in the wind, and the people inside them were happily locked into a deep sleep.
I shifted slightly in my sleeping bag, casting my gaze towards the heavens as I basked in illuminating starlight.
The moon had hidden itself that night, allowing me to see the sky in its true colors. I let out a breath formed of great contentment and pure amazement as I marveled at the splashes of red mixed with faint greens that were highlights of the blue and black canvas above me.
I smiled as a temporarily remembered my conviction for sleeping outside of a tent that night, because as I lay down in that pristine, sandy beach, I felt every care and trouble spill from my heart and into the sand, falling through the grains and going farther and farther away from me.
At that moment, I was nothing more than a wandering sailor on a sleeping bag galleon, exploring an ocean of stars in a realm of peaceful loneliness, where only the astral bodies lit my way.
Still, something was weighing me down.
Even when I was so far away, and so alone, I felt you beside me.
Even when I was king of the stars,
I was still a peasant without the queen of space.
Found this in one of my old journals.
I took the time and liberation to type it down, because the words and descriptions seemed pretty enough to be here.
Also, she was the "queen of space" because she always seemed so far from me and so close to me at the same time. Yes, she defies space on a regular basis.
TL;DR You can be alone, lost in your own world, but love will always find you.
 Jul 2014 Issa
Winter Silk
I may not have laser vision,
But everything I see soon dies.
I may not have inhuman strength,
But I can still break hearts.
I may not have the ability to fly,
But I can soar away from my problems.
I may not be invincible,
But I can ignore everything in my fortress of solitude.


But I do have a weakness.
And that weakness is you.
Found a crumpled note on the floor.
Put the contents here for all to see.
 Jul 2014 Issa
Francie Lynch
The world is losing
Gravity,
But no one can escape,
We're hurtling on our petrie dish
In a gel that seals our fate;
Gravitating
Towards black holes;
They're closer than you think.

In China
There's a wall of dust,
Seen clear from outer space;
Our living waters die
In a legacy of disgrace.
We're citizens
Wearing masks;
We should hide our faces,
But we're running daily tasks.
We're fossils burning
Fossil fuels
Found in cremation gas.

The amphibians
Are on the fringe;
Whales can't sound,
They run aground.
It's an environmental slaughter.

Our world has lost
Some gravity.
We need to plant our feet,
But  charnel fires
And greenhouse gas
Have hastened our retreat.
Migrating birds lose sense of time,
Confused by the lights.
The morning dove coos at night,
The nightingale at dawn;
We're like
New turtles muddling,
Under lost starlight.
We must grasp
The gravity
Of burning
Burning  light.
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To the less discerning eye, we are gold
glittering its distraction, scars hidden behind
angles and misdirection

Empty souls on parade
vying for attention

When will we learn
our flaws are what make us different
our flaws are what make us the same
all we are, and all we're not

*Let them shine
Inspired by
Daniel Allinson's "Shame of the Selfie" &
an old saying my grandmother used to tell me
"Everything that glitters isn't gold"
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