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Lean On Me by Think One Change (BLW Contributor)

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This has been running through my head all day. I love this song and the words.

Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there’s always tomorrow

Lean on me, when you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on
For it won’t be long
‘Til I’m gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride
If I have faith you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you won’t let show

You just call on me brother, when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you’ll understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me, when you’re not strong
And I’ll be your friend
I’ll help you carry on
For it won’t be…

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Step into the Light by MLK (Peace in France)

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Cat’s Tongue by Ryan Fu

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I stand across from you


in our tiny studio apartment

letting the silence fill up the space

as I wonder what happened to us.

We used to be inseparable,

but now we’re ghost, haunting each other

waiting on faith like Jack and Rose

onboard the Titanic.

I wonder if one our cats could talk,

what they would say?


They probably would say what we were

too scared to say.

That this is over.

There’s no going back.

You can’t put a Band Aid


in a gaping hole. 

So, I stand across from you


in our tiny studio apartment.

Between us an ocean of unhappiness


waiting for a life raft.

RYAN FU

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The Struggle is Over by GracieLo (BLW Contributor)

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breeze&rosesFeet, legs, body, me —
Criss-crossed, wrapped in the aged green grass
Under the warm, familiar shade
Of the old oak tree.

Roots, stalk, petals, leaves —
A bud I know from ages ago
Bloomed one day — with my hand, but not my say;
A rose on its own enjoys the breeze.

Wind, hail, the clouds did fade.
Yet, within the reaches of my haven,
A disconcertingly hollow exchange
Makes me miss the sound of rain.

Hate, love, passion, pain —
I wondered how long the calm could remain,
Examined the flower for signs of thirst,
Wondered at how the plant did sustain.

Words ring emptily
Across the field and through my head,
And to my rootless body’s bones, which
Grasp the blossom shakily.

Anxious fingers gently thread
Through the foliage-filled facade
That puts up no vicious, thorny fight,
To my wary, growing dread.

Now hearing every dry word…

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Art by Rob Goldstein

Trauma: A Confrontation with Human Evil by Rob Goldstein

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Art by Rob Goldstein Black and Blue

Why am always so triggered by my environment and the politics
of my country?

Why do I care so deeply?

I never discuss my learning disabilities nor do I discuss where
I went to school or how.

I am dyslexic with numbers.

I don’t know my right hand from my left.

Some of it is the result of neurological damage.

I was beaten by my classmates as their parents
cheered them on when I tried to go to school.

My first memory of dissociating was when I was under a pile of boys.

I crawled into my mind and went numb.

There is nothing more painful or confusing to a child
than being hated for being born.

Art by Rob Goldstein A child under arrest in the Warsaw Ghetto

The beatings began when I was six.

My neighbors and my teachers were anti-Semitic.

I was that little Jew boy.

That kike.

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Wine of Gold by Spark of Imaginations (BLW Contributor)

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 Days of heavenly thoughts have ended,
Curious spirit winged on beauteous clouds,
Deserted thine and mine souls,
Ink pots evaporated, pen tips dry,
Ages past did the last scratch on ppr made
Ages past did the last tell-tale in air fade…❤

  To bring dead alive seem impossible,
To bring sun dip in sea improbable,
Not a chance, not a chance dear friend

We earthly lamps wither so soon,
A whiff of wind of kind touch
Makes mine soul depart too easily
From fragile carcass attired in mud skin

Tis thine sheen that I reflect,
Tis thine gaze that I return,
Tis thine words that I utter,
Mine sleepless restless heart
Doth lies in slumber from weeks

Yonder, thine emerald nature filled up
My empty heart with cups of wine
Oh not wine! Purest of honey,
I erred again, pure gold is thine music
Thine art is simple wreath…

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The Sailboat & The Lighthouse by Ryan Fu (Happy Father’s Day)

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Just give it up bro. 

Fighting off 

your second heart attack 

making the doctors 

&

nurses

jumpstart you 

like you were an old Mercedes

with a fading car battery. 

I wanted you to stop, 

end your suffering 

&

move on 

to your next adventure. 

But it wasn’t in you to quit. 

It wasn’t in your nature 

to give up. 

Growing up I‘ve never seen you 

take a days off 

always being a steady workhorse. 

You were a fighter all the way 

to the end. 

You fought in hundreds of battles

fighting off your demons. 

But we couldn’t see you 

suffer anymore. 

We had to throw in the towel. 

You wouldn’t go down

for your own good

because you wanted to die 

on your shield. 

You were a warrior,

a teacher,

a leader,

a husband.

You were my father.

But you look foreign to me

laying in your death-bed

looking weak 

frail,

a shell of your former 

strong lively self.

You just lay there waiting 

for the boatman to ferry you across 

to the next world

staring past your family 

at the foot of your bed 

looking at that whack ass art print

in your room of a tiny sailboat 

heading towards a lighthouse.

The meaning was simple 

but I wonder if it was meant to be there

making your transition easier. 

In any case, 

this was your last voyage,

saying our goodbyes.

We will all miss you.

O Captain! My Captain!

Take to the rough seas 

one last time

&

head towards the light

onto your next adventure.

RYAN FU

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Art & Poetry – Into the Fray (RIP Muhammad Ali & Kimbo Slice)

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