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Bible has scary stuff but is all truth

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demons woke me so.. I wrote nonsense

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? A question mark is powerful . As I looked at it here was like praying with belief. so the question mark lifts the sentence into the 'processing an answer' part of the brain. Without it, is a simple string of words not promoting a different thought. Just an image. But with a ? There is power stirring the mind to 'research, answer, listen to.. the string of words just typed. Like a prayer. Is it a string of words.. thought without depth? Or from the stillness of self where God resides waiting for the question mark. Of sincerity to harken Gods attention

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This cloud was behind me while I worked on a large cross !

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there is a wave of life constant is its push yet slight when the body grows cold

there is aw ave of a touch that is felt when memories.. they run through our tears and play

there is a wave from life .. and i feel it now from her ..smile my mother whispers I love you this wave that trickles makes me hurt with missing her voice that soothes her hug that takes the worry the pain fear

I don’t know if this is a blessing is it? to feel them for a moment yet not feel them for a moment

there is a wave in this blessed life letting us kiss our loves long gone

hear me say with mortal lips weary but thankful still to breathe I miss you my mother my friend until we meet again.. there is a wave of life..

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My Father

There he stood

elegant with the touch

of time covering his soul

I watched my father

his eyes have known

more than my body will ever

feel..

She ran and giggled

carried by his gaze

"Papa look at me"

her voice soothed him

I watched my father

stand where I was once small

my voice was light

my legs carried me across miles

of imagination

my eyes saw his youth

she ran to him..I saw myself being lifted into his arms…

the world flipped

as he tossed me high into the air…fear…nowhere to be found

I was safe…and I could fly..with my father

I saw my father

with the eyes of a father….

and felt a wave of sadness wanting him young forever..

so that when I need him..I just have to turn…

and watch..my father…

#father #youth

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Walking bridge in Louisville KY

#bridges #bridge

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Tired::dripped in tired

my mind continued to ramble do this.

.think that ..toss

the dice roll with the flow..

i waited to fall into my bed the one of forget..

tomorrow and no regret my bed..

for me to release my tired..

allow the ramble that never ends..

slip words across my pillows .

become the blanket.

.for my soul to rest..

kind of lost inside myself.. walked beside myself.. no.. u turns everywhere..

sat for a bit in the rain ..

or did i cry..

wait that was a movie not i………

#poetry

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It's hard to stop crying, for real life...

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from the falls of the ohio fossil bed.. cool eh?

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Let’s walk along the shore of time sip whispers of love beneath stars of shine be a moment that never dies with secrets and forever as our rhyme

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these walls we call human ..with thoughts we think profound do hold us for a lifetime …only to spill flattened onto the ground

all knowledge of what is is and the yes i know and the you i …am .. so pitiful in nature when exposed to light ..

fragments now there's a world of interest and reality

with pieces of a dream

and dreams of a life… a life is used once more to speak of the floor that we will eventually..

spill onto… release now those rigid trails of the this and the only and the one….

bounce inside these walls called human.. …

and await the pour .

.of eternity ..

onto that ground of infinity