Tag: hope

phoenix street

wrote it now own the words “stinging nettles” popcorn, chips no escape writhing grapes glowing flames pardon me hold on wash away this grin funny spill easy swipe to wipe pain away hoping still you catch a wave to ride reach high brave sky then crash… burn hotter smoke longer grow stronger pardon me i…

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personal musings unleashed…

i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me. “Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.…

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this is my opinion…

Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived. I read this article… Is this our world? Here is my heart reaction, in words. This is equally tragic as 9/11. The voices of those dead in Chicago cry out for us to take action. How do we react? We dissect each tragedy and look…

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communion of souls

wish i understood perhaps, i do deep inside light eminates a bushel covered instincts reside beside, i fathom the mystery of life… to shine! the grumblings of earth, surface lay bare the charred forest scattered to four corners the huddled masses break free and rejuvinate spirit… to be! communion of souls, breathe a hush spreads…

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i have neither wasted time or killed time i have drunk time kissed time made love to the breeze sat down on my knees and prayed time would be kind back.

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Chaos…

In my chaos is an order stars in the wind -glowing answers surround me blowing sweet sounds look down eyes dreamily meet mine rippled puddles gently sooth my mind dance atop the surface grab ahold be brave be bold soul in the corner be brave be bold be bold soul in the corner soul in…

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both formed

formed mud of the earth sprinkled with space dust washed in oceanic mist hands reaching in and out and in and out with rythmic beat ancient drums hold attention and whispers ascend upon ears dance within and arise witness the beauty crags, shallow breaches footsteps to lightly caresses the grasses growth -hidden mysteries afforded answers…

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Personal musings unleashed…

Generations. To profess belief in simple faith and be left to wander the perilous gate… held ajar, wide open. The future bleak… shall the narrow door shut in time… before utter and complete destruction. Ideally, we all could get along. Some stronger. Others weaker. The problem is truth cannot be relative. Either murder is wrong…

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