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and she gave me smile

that warmed my heart

but it soon fell apart

because her smile continued on

shower her teeth

then her fangs

than a sinister growl

followed by a cackle

i've been tricked...

stupid me

i deserve the erosive death

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as much as recall my dreams

they have never included God

after all these years

not once...

strange how something so significant to me

never once made a debut in my sleep

not once

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Have ever you heard that

The more you are closer to God

The smaller voice He speaks to you

Why?

He wants to get your attention

You have to dedicate yourself to Him

 

Recently I didn't get a dream about HIm either

I have to learn to listen to His voice Daily

Cause His guidance can be at any time

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i think my dreams should be my own

not for someone to control what is shown

it must only be my mind that speaks to me

otherwise, are we really free?

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Yes, your dream is your own

Otherwise it won't be your dream

No one can dominate your dream

Only God knows where it lays

Like only God knows where your heart is

We dream own dreams

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God spoke to me once

and I wasn't dreaming

he told me "get out"

to save me from screaming

a murderous rage to the man

I was married to

I picked up and left

a sensible thing to do

 

 

time has moved on

it's all in the past

the pain the resentment

the broken glass

him on his throne

me on my ass

 

still I must ask

was this the only time

in that ugly place

that I would gladly

shed blood to erase

that I could hear your voice

see your face?

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God spoke to me once

and I wasn't dreaming

he told me "get out"

to save me from screaming

a murderous rage to the man

I was married to

I picked up and left

a sensible thing to do

 

 

time has moved on

it's all in the past

the pain the resentment

the broken glass

him on his throne

me on my ass

 

still I must ask

was this the only time

in that ugly place

that I would gladly

shed blood to erase

that I could hear His voice

see His face?

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Rich is it? why don't you suck on that and put it in your wipe

 

Wow, that's lovely! I never thought about it like that before. You've really shed some light. Well done, KMT!

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Wow, that's lovely! I never thought about it like that before. You've really shed some light. Well done, KMT!

 

It was like finding a needle in a needle stack

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Good question :)

At least understandable

Many times I've been a beast

Screaming and shouting

Toward God

 

I wasn't like normal myself

I questioned like you did

Must I have to go through something like that

If God is so powerful and mighty

 

I read Bible

One passage highlightened to me

God led Israel out of Egypt

Entered into wildness

A trip should be 11 days

Became 40 years

 

What purpose in it?

God said "the promise land has more mighty enemies,

the wildness experience will keep them on purpose,

and train them in strength and faith and humbleness:D"

So when they arrive the promise land

they would win their enemies and

Learn to keep it

 

How can one get out wildness

and enjoy the trip?

Learn to rest in Lord and keep peace

Cause God has a steady good plan

 

Closed the Bible

I know Lord said this to me

Peace came over

Lord has been faithful

He never forsake us

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this is where the magic happens, this is where action is your reward. I'm going to count to ten and youd better run really fast cause when I'm done counting... ONE. TWO. THREE

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i think many of my poems or becoming more of the same

i will take a small break and maybe return with a game

 

it may be good. it may be bad. time will tell

it may be fun. it may be boring as hell

 

so for a bit i will have nothing to say

but i will return in a moment and a day

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what is written here lately

is discourse, abuse

it can be amusing

but it frustrates the muse

 

enjoy your hiatus

I might take one, too

except I'd be left

with nothing to do

 

so don't be too long

my fine furry friend

then summon up courage

begin again

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girl with a musical sigh

sings descending notes

as she walks on by

 

whipped by the wind

under rain heavy sky

girl with a musical sigh

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