Poems from The Messenger

Dreams are rarely ever real, But they have a very strange appeal, Breaking apart present and reality, GuIding the realm of sensuality,...
  P       L           I              N                 K There plunks another silver wish, Down into my depths with a swish, Whispers of...
The bed springs creak as the mattress bounces, Faking pleasured noises, I glance up to the sky, A pure white ceiling furnishes my vision,...
494,169 self-inflictions 44,193 fatalities   4 men who cry at night because racial slurs have bruised their souls, 9 teenagers near the end...
1 Corinthians 13:13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.   Religion should be full of...

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