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Premium Member Dear Friend

I'm finally writing to you a lifetime too late. 
I'd hoped to catch you but, sadly, you couldn't wait.

Couldn't wait for me to take a moment out of a busy day,
To let you know I'm thinking of you, and call without delay.

There's a hundred things I wanted to say but nothing came your way,
So I need to write this letter, through tears I brush away.

You were always 'there' for me until the day I knew,
It was time for me to move on and say goodbye to you.

You saw my off on life's adventure when I was young and free.
I know you felt trepidation but nothing frightened me.

I still have that last letter that you wrote to me in French.
I read it often now but my longing it can't quench.

You signed with hugs and kisses and called me your own.
I was serving in the Army then and feeling quite alone.

I need to tell you 'thank you' for being my friend and more.
I feel I lost a mother and my life has closed a door.

If it pleases God, I pray someday to reunite with you.
Until then, I guess these words put to pen will have to do.

Je vous embrasse bien fort.

what can i do to reverse this mess i made?

Do the empty, balding patches on my head express it to you?

How I’ve stayed silent 
just so you could heal?

How I’ve cried endless nights over you,
just so I don’t ruin you any more than I have.

How you don’t even care to look me in the eyes
at dance or to even watch me dance.

How you dare to even say 
“I don’t want a hug from you.”

To my face, 
mind you.

Something I would never dare to do to you,
because I would be scared if I hurt you.

What have I done to deserve such hate?
What can I do to reverse it?

What have I done for you to not even look at me?
What can I do to reverse it?

What can I do to help you?
nothing.

They say you can’t count hairs,
but you sure can count the friends you’ve lost.

378 hairs.
only 7 friends.

Premium Member A Letter to an Authentic Friend

To the friends I value – most are authentic,
which means they also are a tad eccentric!

Thus, friend, with you I can say anything,
and blessings to the table you always bring.

You bring me understanding and compassion.
These days it seems such things aren’t quite in fashion.

You don’t mock my beliefs; I don’t mock yours.
You trust me, and my trust in you assures . . .

we are free to be ourselves in all we say
to one another any given time of day.

We know each other’s strengths; that’s great because
we also know (but do not judge) each other’s flaws.

You build me up when I’m unsure. I hope
to help you when it’s hard for YOU to cope.

The way we think may not always be
exactly the same, but that’s okay by me.

In a world where divisiveness is rife,
it’s good to have a friend like you for life.

And yes, it is "for life" when friends are true
because you value me as I value you.


Silver Bones and a Copper Skull

A vision of crosses bless with the Kings blood.
Many bodies lined in a row many saints turned to pure snow.
Lanes of warriors singing praise to Jesus.
Hymns of Halleluyah shouted in Faith.
The Bridegroom sings for his bride.
The King is calling us home.
Soon the days of mourning will be over.
Silver Bones and a Copper Skull burst into a rainbow of sunshine as we become eternal.
Our new bodies are almost her for us to dwell in our new eternal homes with Jesus forever soon.
Wavy stars and bubbly drinks with a wonderful wedding feast we soon must attend.
Keep your lamps oil lit and do not run out of oil.
Praise Jesus forever for he is our rock and our comforter our hero King forever Lord of All things.
Praise you Jesus forever for you are the music to my soul the song I crave to forever sing.
I love you Jesus forever I do.

Life as I know it

I experience reality from my own Perspective.
If I had not existed to experience reality from my perspective I would not have experienced it at all.
Who can see if not me?
Who am I if not me?
can we be who we chose to be
Or are we known as who we thought we have been?
who am I if not me?
can I be who I want to be?
am I free or am I me?
Who am I if not I am me?
I am who I experience myself to be?
my experience is dependent on my own perception of reality from my own Perspective.

Writing to a Friend

I need you to know, in case I forget
That you are the best friend I've ever had yet 

I'm not always good at remembering to call
But I will always be there through sickness and all 

It's hard to imagine the times we have spent 
Having great laughs and forgetting our rent 

If ever you need to call for assistance 
Just remember I'm here throughout your existence 

No matter what time, no matter how far
I'll be there in a jiffy in my time travelling car 

You fill up my mind with your sense of adventure
Though some of our stories won't get through the censure! 

Just always be clear on how much you mean
After all, we've been best friends since we were sixteen


“I’m sorry for your loss”

A gradually setting sun,
In denial for night to fall,
A frightening eternity, despite the attempting stars.
Returning presence of despair,
concludes absence of the light.
Ominous signals from the receptor of a pseudo reality
That there’s no more collagen left to repair
To hold your heart back together;
to deem you warm

For those whom the sun will rise for,
for those who see the stars
Hate them.
The stars are dead anyway

Your biggest star appears to be, too

Some find comfort in the cool wind
But you know,
you’ll forever be in this blizzard

The cracks of a voice spill as your head rests on my shoulder
As I face forward, 
and your eyes, behind me.
Our arms wrapped one another,
you dig for the warmth
although it is already surrounding you

But you’re in the glaciers, now

The receptor proves to remain on cooldown 
For I, am an attempting star.

A prayer for a friend

“A friend loves at all times...” ~ Proverbs


Lord, as I think about my friend,
    my prayer is for You to sustain her
with Your comfort that never ends . . .
    Lord, as I think about my friend,
I pray Your love and healing send —
    oh! remind her You’ll never leave her!
Lord, as I think about my friend,
    my prayer is for You to sustain her

Under the Sky

We dance singing songs of Love.
sinister dreams of wild death.
I saw him preaching the Gospel after the Rapture.
Harvey Levin preached the good news in my dreams.
very strange that I woke up made a video talking about it.
Harvey Levin a tribulation Saint wild dream.
Praise Jesus forever.
Thank you Jesus forever.

For My Constellation

You are my sanctuary in
human form- 
an unwavering solace when
the world feels discordant
and too loud.

You possess a rare
luminosity, the kind of 
empathy that doesn't just
sympathize,
but bears witness. You
metabolize my uncertainties 
into courage, and transmute my
ordinary moments into something 
incandescent.

In you I've found a steadfast 
reciprocity :
a benevolent constancy
that asks for nothing, and
gives everything.
You are the gentle 
interlocutor of my unspoken 
thoughts,
the celebrant of my small,
improbable triumphs,
the quiet architect who 
helped me rebuild when I 
came undone.

With you, vulnerability isn't
a risk- it's a homecoming.
Your presence is a benediction.
Your loyalty, a masterpiece of 
grace.

Thank you for being the 
kind of friend who makes
my life feel more luminous,
more tenable, more beautiful.
I am profoundly grateful our 
paths converged.

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Why are you so obsessed with ignoring me?

Just let me know you’re still there.

Friend

Thinking of you so much today
thoughts that have a lot to say

Recounting all we have been through
couldn’t have made it without you

So many times just wanting to flee
yet you continued to believe in me

We have truly been blessed to have each to lean on—
 to cry with; to laugh with; life’s demons be gone

A true treasure of a friend
A friend to the end.

A distant friend

Hello my friend how have you been 
I've been wondering when i shall see you again 

Its been quite a while since last we laughed 
I've forgotten How many months have passed 

Hopefully soon we will again meet 
Standing face to face on our own two feet 

Instead of just over a call or a letter 
Making it difficult to ask what's the matter 

I hope your doing well since last we talked 
On that cool night which we walked 

Where we both left time to the wind 
Until we walked separately on that last bend 

Im signing off now i am through 
And now my dear friend i bid you adieu

Premium Member Dear Friend

You are my dear friend indeed
by your deed, marked with blest creed.

To the Lord you bring me nigh
my heart can never deny.

Helping me reach goals
you're ready midst caring goals.

Against adversities' pain
your cheer relieves sorrows' strain.

You're a precious gift from Christ
by His grace, valuably priced.

With your friendship glowing bright
I'm guided to walk aright.

As prayer partner of hope
your presence does make me cope.

Around work-partnership vow   
your diligence prods me now.

Toward victory hill's crest
your faith propels my trust's zest.

I thank God for you, my Sis
 praise-filled in our service-bliss.

You

You're my dearest friend,
Always there in the end.
You're a thousand universes,
I couldn't capture in a million verses. 

You're the thing I can't erase,
The feelings I'm too scared to face.
You're the strength I never had,
Standing strong when things go bad.

You're the love inside my chest,
The secret I've kept the best.
You are my reason
To face each bitter season.

You're my closest of friends,
That's how the story ends.
You are so much more to me,
But that's all I'll ever be.

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