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¿Cómo puedo amar algo que no es mío?
¿El frío no hace temblar los huesos?
¿Si amor es lo que pides?
¿No pueden los árboles respirar?
¿El amor a primera vista termina?
¿Dios no ama al mundo?
¿Qué no eres para mí?
¿El sol no sale después de las cinco?
¿No te gusta oír mi voz antes de dormir?
¿Hay una entrada al cielo, no?
¿Tú sientes mi alma sobre ti?
¿Las rosas no tienen espinas?
¿Es mejor ver el amor venir?
¿El amor, no ve mucho más de la distancia?
¿Quizás?
"Let us rebuild, so that,
we may be no
longer a reproach",… it is just

business/ Nehemiah spake
put this on your business card

directly, in spirit, to David
Barton, inspirational director,
for many a proud warrior for truth.

Jesus lives, we rise, we agree, in me.

Where lay the Kingdom of God, back then,
when he is recorded as having said,
I will, my will being done, abide
side any who hear the knock,

as an innocent, or a lying, cheating scoundrel,
that's the good news, war has never worked,
peacemaking all ways works, one on one.

Honed most point, tip to tip... touch
spirit face to spirit face
messenger to message, dare we say
in the presence of at least as many as
have testified to seeing grave dwellers walking,

most certainly there was darkness, and that curtain,

between the holiest of holies, and every day sanctity,
ripped… rippity re-occurence right down the middle,
opening all reality
to the Wizard
of Oz's most esoteric

special effect
on the ensuing Easter audiences, seeing
it, over and over, until the metaphor, the riddle becomes

dabar, a very humble word translated many ways, see::

Pens with motors are more powerful than swords,
of any sort… logos significant cannot loose dabar yah, we

in this form minding manners men agree to abide beneath,

but
but
but
on good advice,
from bar mitzvahed friends, dead and living,

the use of labor, during interesting times, as mobs

to make unified mind form encase believers in
situations indisputably dangerous, used right

by godfearing law enforcement officers, right
used by a leader exactly, to the hairs on his head,

like the guy on television who crashed all those casinos.
Supposed to be, and is my protest, not in vain, but seedful dabar is what Ezekial said made him riddle metaphorically, few Sunday schools use the riddle he made.
Eze 17
These fleeting moments spent together
More valuable than diamonds or gold
Carrying dreams
Never felt more awake
My words paint stories never told

Play mental movies in mind
You are nowhere to be found
In stillness my universe freezes
World may still be spinning around

You gaze my direction and nerves start tingling
Here I am somehow paralyzed
Harmony a little closer to my grasp
In wisdom you emphasize

When I feel us connect tissue
All my doubts fade away
Causing my anxiety to cease
As seconds go and stay

Like tall grass rustling in breeze
Make my molecules tremble
Soft morning bringing new opportunity
Steady beating of pulses united dissemble

Still anticipating wandering blood droplets
Of heart to hurry back to their route
You are so precious they long to be near
Throughout body slipping trying to get out

With every passing week I grow more attached
Gentle guidance smoothing edges hard
I'll care for you as long as you allow
As quiet comfort blooms in kind regard

You will read this and I just want you to know
Each sentence drowns in sincerity
Keep waiting for me to improve my flaws
I'm aware my actions disappoint you constantly

There is more devotion in my eyes than you realize
Dancing on edge of potential sought
Image takes up so much room in my brain
No space left to fill with any other thought
Your picture has taken up permanent residence in my head :)
Laokos May 24
a severed branch in smooth moonlight
adorned above an open gate—
does it lead out or in?
does kindness wait beyond the blind corner,
or something severe
lurking in silence
to devour your life?
something wild with eyes for the dark calls through the night.
an inkling that this night may be your last,
and you’ve already forgotten
the gentle light of the rising sun.
death teases the truth behind the illusion
but never gives up the ghost.
maybe not tonight, but someday—
it will come,
as unavoidable
as the waterfall is to the river.
but you are not the river.
you are the sky, my friend—
vast and open.
do not mistake yourself for your life,
which is but a reflection
on the river, briefly.
let it fall away, as all things must,
over the edge,
into the unknown,
into the mist.
Zack Ripley Aug 2022
Every day, the fatigue that plagues my body gets closer to my brain. And, I can't help but wonder. When it gets there, will everything I've worked for be in vain? No! I can't think like that. Not when I'm so close to my dreams. But how can you fight exhaustion when everything exhausts you?
ZACK GRAM Apr 14
Windows are An Illusion
You can't see the otherside
But you think you can
Ask Dan
You can't enter a vacuum
Without glass
It's Fake
You can only walk around it
And each step
Is counted
Planned
And executed
Broken Glass
Aya Mar 17
There is no ceasefire, not in Gaza, not in Lebanon, not in Sudan,
but only genocide...
aggression...
war...
blood...
slaughter, and pain.
The West Bank continues to be under siege... met by tanks, death,
threats...  
Families are met with bullets to their head.
The children are met with amputated limbs.
Children are left orphan... and forgotten.
Communities are met with too many martyrs to grieve...
Where is this ceasefire now?
There is bombardment in Yemen too, directed by the West like a true imperialist.
If one dare to rise up and resist, are met with an iron fist by the international colonizer community, given consent to **** with no impunity...
Dare the amputees speak....
Dare the bullet to the head speak...
Dare the orphan speak....
Dare the resistance speak of their own pain...
There is no ceasefire, but only genocide.  
Where is this so-called ceasefire now?
Nowhere in sight....
Where is the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight.....
What happened to the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight….
I'll heal so that I don't bleed
On those I love like brother did
And so that I do not project
My wounds on those whom I connect
With.

I'll heal so I learn to let go
Of others in love, not control
So I don't repeat the cycle
That is torturing my mother.

And I will heal so I'll be able
To feel and be vulnerable
And so when love comes I don't falter
That is the burden of my father.

I’ll heal so that I can accept
The pain stuck inside my neck
The rage and fear and guilt and tears
That’s gathered there through many years

I’ll heal so that I learn to grief
And not get stuck in a “what if”
Or in dread impressing in
My weary body, bit by bit

I will heal to that my chest
Is not imprisoned to the past
And so that love for what is next
Can make my life a home to last.

I'll heal, not for someone else,
I'll heal for me, it’s for the best.
And for the future to be free,
I’ll heal it all - it ends with me.

_M.
Traveler Jan 13
When you’re all knowing
You need not a thought
No eyes to stare
No feet to walk

While we’re still in this form
Limitations distort our paths
Seems we’re burdened by beliefs
Or victims of some god’s wrath

But I can assure you,
My heart will always shine
Keeping my goals in focus
With each and every rhyme..
Traveler Tim
Mays Benatti Jul 2017
Searching for an ear,
Just one.
It's a quest for acceptance,
Or maybe the solace gun.
Hand it over,
Prepare to run.
This poem reflects a moment of deep vulnerability and inner conflict. It’s about searching for someone to truly listen, to provide that sense of acceptance we all crave. But there’s also this edge—this feeling of tension or danger that comes with opening up. The “solace gun” was my way of capturing how heavy those emotions can feel, like you’re carrying something powerful and fragile at the same time.

The line “hand it over, prepare to run” is a mix of fear and urgency, like a warning to myself or others about the risks of being vulnerable. Writing this was a way to process that push-and-pull between needing connection and guarding my own heart.
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