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[FONT=Century Gothic][B][COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]O, how sweet is the Spirit
Of a loving Father
A faithful friend of my soul
Cannot be described,
For His beauty is beyond descriptions
Do not know how to tell,
For He is too marvelous to be spoken
By the words of a mortal
To Thee, The Sweet Spirit
The strength in me
For every battle in my journey
Through heartaches and pains,
Betrayals and malice towards me, ...

[COLOR=Green][SIZE=3][FONT=Garamond]So it’s like being shoveled to turn the door knob
You’re sweating as they pushing you out
Seems that everyone has grown bigger
And the room is getting smaller
One out many
So sorry, they choose you quietly

And it’s like being force to drink the glass empty
Though you can’t stand and have to take a pee
But you sit still and look happy
And the cocktail feels like ****
...

and i say
and i say

anything would've been
easier than
life.

nursing this hematoma
on my heart
praying for strength,
i try to forget
to escape for one
second the smell of
you, your voice,
my pain -

why doesn't pain block the pain?

i wish i knew your secret...
i'm bad at backburning
there are no firebreaks
why can't i stifle ...

[COLOR=SandyBrown][SIZE=2][FONT=Century Gothic]Shadow is he the dearest one
Yet never too far, though beyond my touch
As imaginary heaven
Hides behind the laden sky
A beautiful absurd figure, cuddle up in bright light
The fairy sonnet
The highest peak
Everything I have
Which my soul long to fill

I call upon his name in the besieged hours
In my solitude, the bitterest sour
“Shall I compare thee to a ...

blackened catfish sweet
rivers grey ash stampeding through
new york corridors