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Sunday, January 23, 2011

So HARD!

same ole' dance, united on occassion and split, ripped and pulled apart when the death bird sings her song, screaming while I ask but never heard, never answered, antics could be changed and should the raven fall... the creature bird in me would be on the the same limb as the parasite bird of bad... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 22, 2011

me

In thought I've silently wondered about all the meanings of life, it was recently when I found out that I have to work hard for everything in this life, maybe it's just me, maybe not, but, I'm only me so I do what I can to see the other side of those mountain tops.... I don't smile twenty-four... Sign in to see full entry.

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one won

saturday's theme is love of one, one family one world....won people, too bad other's feel it necessary to make it any other way, yet there is ONE that will straighten it up real quick, on a day that might be just like today. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 21, 2011

to live is to suffer, to survive, is to find meaning in the suffering, tho, if the revolution is to be won, we must win it by ONE LOVE, we cannot win no other way, cause if we win another way, the fight will carry on, when there is ONE LOVE there'll be no more war.... my brother thumped the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 15, 2011

My Nite

stillness of a night's clean, crisp air, only soft, muttered echos choose to intervine here, illuminated bell-tower of St. Andrew's Cathedral, is seen a bit west, northwest, if one sits in this chair, cricket's tweet their message's, fair to say? they created what millions are doing every second of... Sign in to see full entry.

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happy things

the smell of homeade soup cooking, the sounds Lily makes as she plays on the floor, the feeling after taking a long hot bath, the sight when your love walks thru the door, the hugs I get around my neck, and the angel kisses, eyelashes tickling my cheeks, laughter and laughing till it hurts, my first... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 14, 2011

wind

what is in the substance of air that moves, invisible and weightless yet full of sound, seemingly has moods! it moves many directions and does it have an age? are parts of it new? are bits of it breath exhaled from a thousand yesterdays? at this moment I can smell aromas....I sware it may as well be... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

My GOD, how you come to my aid, in times of trouble and need you amaze me! Your LOVE has no end no matter my faults and I thank YOU DEAR GOD every day in every thought! HOW I LOVE YOU LORD JESUS CHRIST! I want all to know, that I owe ALL to YOU without YOUR CARE I would be lost.... I am still... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

the intertwined thorns of a rose beauty and pain but without one another the other would not be so sweet. Love is said to make the heart bleed as does the thorns of the rose. beauty and pain opposite ends of the spectrum but go hand in hand. Sign in to see full entry.

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red and yellow flowers contrast it's black granite more importantly its what this symbolizes a time, a person, a son, a brother, love, respect...man... all of the above... within this place of beauty and sadness a final resting place as I strain to remember times when I thought we would be just be... Sign in to see full entry.

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