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The Wheel
Been listening to Out of Sand a lot. The Wheel. SearchingFor a higher plainRiding your wheelI know a manBuilt on the truthBut his life Lived on a message that cameFrom a murky past You areWho you areDid I come once beforeWill I come againAsk these questions So, so closeTo the truth Your life blood DrainedPure as it wereTo…
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Sharing happiness
Sharing happiness is so simple think of those positive greetings infused with emotion "Hey friend, I'm SO GLAD to see you!" it helps the morning sparkle an electric current of goodwill the energy of love exchanged "I'm so happy you're here!" that's a valuable greeting on any day
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Shapes with meaning
Notes are shapes, symbols, that represent measured sound rests are symbols that represent measured silence they are equal notes are heard silence is not heard, but it is felt notes bounce along, songs ring out sometimes they stop in non-sound during that silence between sound listeners are wondering what comes next Will…
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raise your hands
a new year, a new fear. off they go,the educated ones. will they learn enough from 9-4, will they absorb enough for 18 and beyond. Is it enough for them to sit and listen,read and write, adding up their options,subtracting their mistakes. Is their a past for them to ponder and a future for them to overcome. I sent them…
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Highland Love
Hi, Thought I'd share some poetry of mine. Hope you enjoy it! HIGHLAND LOVE On a windswept hill In a faraway land She calls out his name Through the battering wind And her cries go unheard As he rides through the valley In the harsh countryside That has claimed so many Her tears are swept Across an uncovered shoulder And…
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One day you realize the past is gone
one day you realize the past has passed its gone blown away like smoke evaporated like sweat slipped out the back door like a slouchy punk one day you wake up and the sun is up there's a white mist but no rain the air is good, it's alive awake with potential have you felt it? popping up like a shy green bean sprout one day…
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Stubborn Tree/Down To Earth
Shaking like a leaf Wish the branch would just let go Stubborn tree affords no relief Hanging by my own thread while I await the snow Digging their heels Roots penetrate too deep Think I need to file an appeal Pray the earth my soul to keep If I fell in the forest Would anyone hear? If my skin is too porous Will my rings…
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A quote for the muse... and a poem for those without.
...men who "range from one end of the earth to the other, but the multiplicity of external objects, which they have encountered, forms no symmetrical and consistent picture upon their imaginations; they see the tapestry of human life, as it were, on the wrong side, and it tells no story." -Cardinal Newman. "In The Open"…
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From Lust 2 Eternal Enchantment
A message of wisdom, words well said, thank you for sharing what's in your head
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most beautiful
an intense pleasure ?you would ask why start over her eyes light the sun & quickly run away she brings moonlit dreams to each & every dandelion swearing to god upon star after star this is her simple breath your very own starts over yes crying yes bluebirds trust in her daydreams yet perched high above her eyelids after…
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Moved: Stone Temple Pilots- PLUSH
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Weary,Leary,and Wayward
In a world of recluse, Where conversations are few, Reflections are repetitive And silence is louder than words, I envision my future, Leary of what awaits me. With childlike insecurities, And wayward possibilities Longing for freedom, Weary from struggling, With the concept of failure. Do I choose to wither, Or blossom…
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Fresh
Stumbled down the stairs I bled In me head i didn't know My skin was split Sticking to the surface I burned like paper Violated my veins Drank a water Cried wide awake I hesitate to lie When telling the truth I die Each and every time Give me some truth Give me some youth I'm tired and lonely My spirit is homely Don't know…
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My poems....
Here is a free verse poem I had to write for my creative writing unit at university recently.... "Candle" As you have endless hours To keep your candle burning Bright with your dream To chase your heart There’s always a wind That threatens to blow it out It’s always there And it keeps you captive You’re poor yet rich With…
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nocturnal remission
a shadow’s lead foot never leaves the ground its life has a death of its own bound together by the walk that never seems to end as numb as grey with nothing to say at end of the day no time away pitch black emancipation it disappears where? no one can guess the path to lead or follow the light returns after brief nocturnes…
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Memoir related question for writers here.
This is a difficult question for me to even think about because just this morning I finished a music related memoir that I began two years ago and has gone through seven revisions. I've gone to great pains to make it the absolute best work I can. But then this morning I sent a piece from it, a review of a show a friend of…
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Some truth
When love naturally grows the seed grows in soil that's ready it grows in soft, fertile dirt with a steady source of water and some warmth! then it sprouts, unbends, stands up to reach for the light a striver elongated seeds come out, they open up when all the ingredients are brought together Remove the good soil, the…
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cornell
got a text this morning from my pippy informing me she had gotten a text from her dear friend saying chris had died. took me hours to get on here, i was too scared & sad, still am. i guess he was 52, same age as the old-man when he went. a crushing sound wall ?where are our flowers i'm told, "you gotta plant 'em yourself,…
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my first attempt to make it home
let it go set me free off to a place i need to be home is a pit surrounded by poets with mathematical hearts sounds is a good place to start home again i'll be loving you it's what i do to make it through the darkest night home is a pit where have all my friends gone it seems like desolation is a street i roam blocked by…
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Do you know what it is?
Do you know what it is? A songsmith like Tom Petty singing stories about characters these po’ folk down on their luck I admire the musicianship of TP but these songs he’s singing have no core anymore he is singing about these characters he makes up these po’ folk he doesn’t understand he’s above them not only financially…