Death

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Potholes

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Bound and tied

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I dream again

Go, go, go – let no one stay to see the wreck of yesterday. Where once a body tall, proud, stood now lies the shell of soul. Humbled by the mighty sea I dream again of you and me and merge my senses all as one to hear the scent of you. My voice trails [...]

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Always a sign

There’s always a sign be it glint of an eye death, illness, or turning aside, in the strange and mysterious movement of soul to an ultimate goal. I stand a spectator in anticipation of correct interpretation amidst the constraints and restrictions of physical needs and desires. But heaven on earth can only be bred when [...]

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In the woodwork

The worms are in the woodwork happy to be buried because they can not be knowing what was can grow again if they think of sunlight as similar to love. It only takes one ray like a knowing in the soul to bring forth the manhood states of perpetual forthrightness and an upright stance in [...]

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Towards the end of May

It caught my eye one day towards the end of May, obscured but partly so by wayside flowers wild, and I paused to feel and enjoy reflected memories glinting, gleaming, glistening, in the field of hope. Confused it seemed familiar as if I’d spied before a diamond in the broken bits of a tall wine [...]

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What to wear?

There was no where else to go except into my soul and in the closet all my clothes awaited my free choice but how to choose the look, the feel, the way I ought to be, to travel through the murky depths back up to being me. I chose the naked truth, laid aside my [...]

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The similar and familiar

The similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite, can’t open doors to anything or anywhere at all and I wait outside a stranger to truth and honesty similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite, the poor of Africa awaiting their hand-outs. And too I know of dreams and needing to be free unshackled [...]

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