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MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON : I am Shadow Shredder
MICHAEL DAVID COFFEY : Love's Shadows
ASHOK GUPTA : Ramla
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MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON
I am Shadow Shredder
I am Shadow Shredder i I take your ghost pile gold your multi dreams, bones of scattered parts, twisted thoughts moss that tangles brain construction, derailments- these are desperate nights. I shred them for you. I am Shadow Shredder ii Devil is rhythm of rain, a crossword of slices you hold both blades. Devil, storms, holds drama in your brain. Give me your mass ruminations' I vacuum them, flush out free. I write this song of your depression. I'm shredder man. I am Shadow Shredder iii I free park your brain, you toss me bushels of anxiety, I use them, create a rainbow of positive thoughts, eliminate negatives, cross over the bridge with private pray I'm your friend- prayer partner, weeper night. Rainbows send no darts nor daggers. Hearts and queens- we're all gamblers, cards decked, stacked. Toss me into your fears, I'll harvest them in grace, Depression is a sucker, carp, bottom dweller, feeder, found in theater horrors at night, leaser of ghost tears. From my heart I give Christ salvation active to you: Pray, I'm the shedder man.

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MICHAEL DAVID COFFEY
Love's Shadows
The shutter falls on daylight's quest The orange breast of evening glows The shimmering ocean beckons thoughts Of eternal peace and love The waves embrace the warm sand And sliver through silver silica stars To unearth the secret hidden below Revealing deep thoughts of another time Love is eternal caught in the waves The whisper of a wind The kiss of evening captures the soul And reveals its yearning Love is this moment The silver on the sand The caressing of a palm Scattering moonlit shadows The dream of peace in an evening embrace

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ASHOK GUPTA Ramla
He would come daily to sweep, wash clothes and dishes in a shirt torn at the back I gave him a shirt that I didn't wear any more and another and another but he would still come daily in the shirt torn at the back Why? I would ask Each time he answered I sent it home to my brother in Dungarpur and would still come daily in the shirt torn at the back


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of the soul - Plato

REPAIR : resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
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MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON : I am Shadow Shredder
MICHAEL DAVID COFFEY : Love's Shadow
ASHOK GUPTA : Ramla

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