Tag: voice

absence in wake

Look. Do you see? This picture of me. Look. I once stood in such a door. My vow to not share. My sacred word. My vagrant thoughts. I break the rules. So am i desperate against myself? I truly want to be alone. Do you believe me? I think not. What will any of this…

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dreams so wrong

never thought of wishes bad memories is all when words carved of wood petrified stone perched on oak branches stop the dangling swing push her legs, pumping of sprouted wing the sun made all the difference in a light rest lying in a dark tomb of books she turned the pages gently, torn worn of…

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out the window

some days my son is so much like his father i want to jump out the window i can leave the man but i cannot abandon the boy some days being a mom is so painful so challenging that i catch myself wishing i’d made different choices fantasizing about a life … — Finish the…

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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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atonement

who desires acceptance and love while yearning for copious eyes to embrace the soul to plunge under his magic umbrella a pledge to guard a heart watch her sunning mind under noonday never been happier… not since the day of accolades rained upon her ego… only to crush her in a tidal wave of disapproval.…

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sent away

new thoughts close closer to the center of her life hidden hiding from the outside drowning the past in fantasy puzzled by messages his tears riding ridden by fear wondering why he never speaks spoke up for her

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premeditated murder

you will speak when spoken to hollow tin cans washed and stored for emergency calls the sacred wonder to be visible behind the jellyfish spine i spoke you heard no sound soap scum lines the rim of my mind careless words left caressing sores better left behind lies all of them left you before i…

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Drum Circle

A new experience presented itself within a community to celebrate positive energy. This was most of the group’s first time being together. The hour started with rhythmic drum beats mimicking the heart’s life force. There were 15 of us, each with a drum and another percussion instrument. This video is the third of four sets,…

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