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So quiet
the gentle
sweetness
protecting
your tiny
body.
So soft
the touch
of your
tiny hands.
How distinct
your smal
lunique voice.
Amazing,
I know you
already.

-Marrianne Escebedo

Friends

When I think about the friends I've known
And all the ways to love they've shown
I realize I am not alone I was a boulder, a stone
Never giving anything to anyone
Always denying that flicker of hope
Wondering if it was all a show
Now I see things differently
I see things as they were meant to be
Where true friendship means more
Than just a knock outside your door
My friends believed in me
More than even I could see
I became something true
Someone that cares through and through
About the lives he touches
His negatives no longer his crutches
He gives because he has been there
Where you have nothing left but the air
He works his hands
For the betterment of man
Never tiring, never ceasing
Cause and effect have played their part
Almost succeeding in taking his heart
All these things that I've tried to become
I owe to my friends, every single one
For showing me the path I couldn't see
I try to thank them in my way to be

-Karl Ludwig

Where Do We Go?

When the back is against the wall
When nothing keeps us standing tall
Except that will and power from within
When will we begin
To push back upon our bonds
To force ourselves to stand
To shout in defiance the tyranny
Of that singular fear of destiny
Becoming masters of our fate
Choosing for ourselves when to love or when to hate
Never falling for someone elses whim
Always bringing the truth deep within

-Karl Ludwig

Know this

What then is knowledge?
experience, obervance
or shall they be twain?
Hidden is it, to one, to all
Latent does it lay,
and dormant still
To temple of mind and soul
till
reflection in, is reflection out
And found by others once again.

-Salem Thompson