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May 27, 2011
RaPed By Death
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Death.
Painful, smelly, dirty.
Uncalled for
Unprepared for
Life raped by death.
Going through the motions.
Shouldering weapons
Uncountable innocent bystanders
Victims lost, wandering.
People
Framed.
Tortured into making false statements
Just so the pain would end.
Sick abusers.
When will it end?
It replays over & over
The mind becomes a broken record.
Immature abusers anger
Inability to compromise.
Greed over territory:
The cause of war.
1 m v t
Love not past
by Eric Carlson
The love I feel when you’re at my side
Is more comforting than the oceans tide
The sweet melody of your words
Is more beautiful than the birds
Everyday I long to be with you
To you alone my heart will be true
Without you in my life, I groan and moan
I’m thinking of you, tired of being alone
I’d hold you in my arms for the rest of my life
No longer living in a life of strife
I’d treat you with kindness, compassion and love
For you are my only matching glove
When will we be together, I do not know
Until that day, this love continues to grow
Haiku Kung-Fu 2
by Terris H.
Sometimes, late at night,
When I feel lost and alone,
I try not to weep.
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