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Sometimes, the Spirit becomes hyper-sensitive unto this flesh ? Perceiving 
Most surely these poisons and imperfections which mark, it's many truths...
Anxious or better irritable one's emotions while rushing through their veins 
An escape if only they could; yet nowhere to run nor hide from this plague ?  
Humanity crafted be these claws of reason dark the blood within, everyone
His purpose shall it ever not sleep ? Her night gazing upon their living dead
Ever risen from this fleshly grave death's blackboard screeching nails crying
Screaming her Spirit tormented by these tombs bound and chains his valley..   
Angels children fire as pain; What is your name ? Legion, when truth collides.

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Kelly Deschler Date: 8/30/2013 1:32:00 PM Nobody is perfect, John! We all have our poisons and imperfections that we would give anything to escape from. Fantastic poem you've written here! I loved it! You might like my poem titled, "I Want To Be Yours". Please, read it sometime. And, thank you so much for the inspiring comments on my poem "Lonely Soul". :) Love, Kelly Login to Reply

Cindy Lu Date: 8/24/2013 2:07:00 PM Hey John, I just wanted to mention that the poem Tears For Humanity, is actually from 1996. I had a big chip on my shoulder concerning society in general for a very long time. I'm doing good though now. I posted that poem for myself- to kind of see where I had been and where am I going to? You know, in the deepest part of my heart and soul remains this hidden passion for you. Perhaps it is that you are kind and loving to all. You give good advice. I admire & love You. Posting something for you. Login to Reply