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 I wish when it comes to love…each person would concern themself less with who people love each other… and more on the love itself.... [read more] |
 I want a wine that doesn’t come from grapes — a drink that wakes up my soul, not dulls it. Let it flow from deep, mysterious r... [read more] |
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Dusk The town exhales— a soft geometry of roofs and fields folding into shadow. He sits where the light still lingers, jacket crease... [read more] |
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BEGINNING AND MIDDLE AND END AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN THE SUM OF YOUR LIFE UNPLANNED IS ALWAYS MOST FASCINATING [read more] |
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I get lost. A girl like you, true, see, could like a guy like me. Not really all that attract... [read more] |
 sitting there among the trees on riverbank littered with trash it is filled ... [read more] |
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I have turned starward toward Christ crucified: my Faith is, and shall always be, turned to that direction--- to Life entirely spiritual and... [read more] |
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“Rusted Edges, Burning Gears"The gears don't just turn;they gnash—teeth of industry,blood-stained from forgotten hands.Whispers don’t... [read more] |
 (A Letter I’ll Never Send) You asked for a break the night before I left for vacation with my daughter. We were packing our bags — la... [read more] |
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I am grateful (heeding the words of Martin Luther King) when it comes to this life knowing, exactly, what to choose exactly wha... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to know how important it is to learn as much about each other as we can to try to get to know and understand... [read more] |
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I should begin by saying there are many things in life I do not understand… so many things under the sun… Today, however, because of... [read more] |
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The Herd of Words We move together, dust rising from our hooves of ink, across the wide plain of silence. The grass bends, an... [read more] |
 The shining stars drive the valley away, Casting shadows that tremble with fear. Heritage whispers through blood and bone— Ancient dread reb... [read more] |
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So gather the sparks, the tales, the cries, From treason’s plot to children’s eyes. A night of folly, fear, and flame, Each age retel... [read more] |