2 Poems - Poems about 2

Murder and mayhem on the Cape Flats. This is life and that is that. From the youngest to the oldest, the murderers are bold. Murderers kill at random. On their heads should be a ransom. Every day is a killing season, killing for no reason. Children cry and mothers die, living by the sword. The murderers must be caught. Gangs for whom killing is a must, mothers...

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Now, brethren, concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together in Him, we ask you, not to be soon shaken of mind or troubled, either by spirit or by word or by letter, as if from us, as though the Day of Christ had come. Let no one deceive you by...

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yes, life is an ocean & i’m staying afloat like oil in water protecting my soul & living the full potential of my breath & grinding harder part 1 was me painting a picture of how no man is on a pedestal we are all like a glass after it has fallen to the floor i’m no longer...

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There is something developing INSIDE me. There is something EXPANDING to clear note, but it comes on it's OWN pace. Defying the FREQUENCY of the brain. Am just a mere FASHION DESIGNER. Telling my STORIES in forms of THOUGHTS and words like STORIES OF MEN....

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Day 2 OK, guys, gather round. We’ll just share the thoughts on what you did last night, before we get onto the tasks at hand. George, would you like to start? Last night, I was reading the book Business for Forward Thinkers. Applause. God, slit my throat. Paul. Last night, I was helping out at the local church, making up clothes...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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..they were sent by those who sat upon pedestals so high whose life was sheltered and dry and saw the new days bright shining light and they were the ones... who kept their hands fresh and clean by sending others to do their evil bidding in a another's land, a land far from home no...they were not the ones who saw...

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Don’t talk to me about self-control If you’ve never cried in your bed After trying to quit for the 50th time. Don’t tell me “it’s just a phase” If you’ve never looked at yourself in the mirror And hated what you became. And don’t you dare say, “Everybody watches ****.” Because that’s the problem. This generation is overdosing on pleasure And starving for purpose. Sex...

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After we turned from Africa we first lived in Cornwell and I got a job learning to be a riding instructor with Heather Hunt she was a tough lady to work for but her training was excellent I went on to some excellent jobs mainly in racing stables it was great fun especially when on...

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A soul's etched cartography compasses spins a needle frantic above a parchment of skin. A map… Each line a river I've drowned in, blood I waded and divide each faded scar a language scarlet, unfound! My soul no longer shapes foreign land of waste annihilates behind my eyes...! I see nothing deserts exhale silent sacred sands… Hearts pulse with unheard drums an archway to oblivion...

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Well, the FED was in. A light. Dude, he ing didn't die. His brain came out, but he ing was fly as came up says, I know what, what the problem is, and I'll fix it right away. We got IRS for this. We got FBI for that. We got CIA, you got. We got...

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It was their choice to stay, wasn’t it? Neither of them said the words out loud, but somewhere along the way, they both agreed that living together in this hollow space was better than letting go, better than facing the emptiness outside of these walls. They stayed because the thought of walking away,...

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and a wreath made of dried chives and green olive leaves. ...

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Gold per ounce the weight of the trophy Sake denounced the intent of The Songbird Might love pronounce me in announcement Closer than my goals to achievement Inspiration inspire to such elevations To make envy those who opposed me Inspiration quiet my foes Into shame Might they stand in such Awe of me Inspiration make my way Clear, unopposed I might Sooth my way clear Might I stand to thank thee Inspiration make me Worship thee The...

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I have measured the math of a mustard seed, traced the geometry of origin, the angles of mercy, run fingers over the ridges of history and found Him— in carbon’s conspiracy, ...

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