Art Trust Poems

To forge a bond that truly thrives,
And build a bridge where friendship strives,
This poem, a simple guide,
May open doors where hearts reside.

Vulnerability
Lay bare your truth,...

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They said that you are blind,
Yet I can see you with my mind,
 The piecing through my spine,
To me you are but tote sacrifice,
A jar...

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 “False pride...true greed...
                    corrupt...agreed”
...

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Her eys search for a place to hide.

I wonder, would my open arms be enough for her to run to safety?

Could love have tempted her...

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Beyond the boundaries of those forged laughs ,
They were the descendants of Satan 
Hiding their insanity were their purple scarfs.
Carving her feelings with pain as...

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Trust is an art, difficult to learn
Takes a while to build and years to earn
A seed to nourish, a flower to bloom
A fragile thread, but...

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In Love, not apart
faith, hope can restart
--in prayer.
Sensing Jesus' Heart...
Presence off the chart
(He's there!)
My poetry art
is barely a start
to share...

How I am aware
of His loving...

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I never heard the rules.
     Guessing was an art.
     Observation, that was a start!


   ...

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To my Valentine

                      ...

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So this is it I'm falling apart

I guess that's the real beauty in art

There's a difference between falling and crumbling down

This time my brain is...

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On this path of loneliness

I look up 

and

Find the wind is calm

No dirt is stirring

As
I feel this nudge inside

There was no pain

I was not hurting

Only...

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whims may become a blessing or a curse
pushing one toward certain ruin or worse
drinking from the deep well of evasion
well versed in dark practices of...

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You wise me up faster
To  avoiding disaster
Gradually becoming a forecaster 
Life's riddle painted me a master
But don't call me a pastor
Cum fasting, I ain't...

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A small desire like a spark, I do not know lit from where,
Frenzy of becoming an orator in me did flair;
I watched often, like blackbirds,...

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I thought today I could make it work

it wasn’t so much the sadness

as lightness

as bottled crocodiles and persimmon fungi

as broken arrows across the ascended 

the...

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