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Maria's Fortress

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Winds howl, Moons pass by, overshadowed by clouds Of parting rains and shimmering rays Of unseen lights. On a hill stood a house. A fortress from Whence the rule presided. The sun rose, the sunset Mist stole over, The glass frosted, Stone cold, the ice claimed its grip. The cold crept into The threshold, seeped into The essence of The home. It was never the same. But the sun rose again. Cast…

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The Journey Of Life

The Journey Of Life

Some things, you need to let go, release Some things, you need to remember, carry along Some forget, forgive Some cry about Some laugh about   Some things you need to ignore Some acknowledge Some are distractions, lies Some things come, some go   Some things you need to read about Some watch Some hear Some are for inspiration Some for correction Some are dreams waiting to be manifested ֍  …

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Pleading for Innocence

Pleading For Innocence #Poetry #PoeticThursdays

There’s innocence upon this hill. Step no further you who’s feet are a guild of guilt. Wielding arms that wilt away whims. Step away, you who’s sly eyes made of sky stare; Battering dames and gathering slaves. You who’s gaze pierces deep to steal souls, Binding them with links that have no bound. Saints, you say, saints! What of these sins hid in seams of beaded robes? With charms enchanted to…

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Illusion I forgot what it feels like to be beautiful I forgot the simple pleasure my reflection is supposed to bring to my soul…

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Running 2

Part 2 of the short story, Running.

Suddenly the calm night air was broken by the cry of a bloodhound. It seemed like the whole night stood still, I hear the quiver of the leaves, could practically taste the wind. Then I felt it, the quiver of the ground, as heavy boots stomped their way down the hill towards. The cry of the bloodhound was answered with the resounding cry of another, then another, and another still, till the whole…

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Running Part 1

I stumbled over a rock and cursed out loud. I immediately ducked down and tried to look for cover. Twilight had long settled over the small town but it wasn’t safe. It was never safe. Most of my day had been spent running away from the police and leaving far too much damage in my wake. Subtlety was never my strong point. Before, the others would help me with the cover ups but not anymore. I was…

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I See Green

I See Green Shoulders able to hold up The pressures of this world Boulders that would have crushed me End up as dust Trust me I wouldn’t have seen tomorrow But I now see love  I see myself as all I can be I can make it His love goes Hulk for me.   I used to be so afraid I used to see nothing but black High waters and winds that showed up From out of the blue Flying saucers and obstacles alien To…

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Origins of Woman

Genesis talks from the scripture A verse with number 2 next to it And two more 2s in pair (2:22) Uttering words of formation First the man, then a woman Not made for man, but from man Origins of life….her beginning of life

Human anatomy continues the story From the rib bone, she was made A strong part of body structure That protects the heart and lungs Where vital life functions hide…. The…

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A Bullet in the Hands of a Child

A Bullet in the Hands of a Child

As a child, I was taught never to hit back, to insult, to degrade…I was vulnerable, lacking understanding of what it meant to be violent. As a child, remembering well, I want to go back and look at the world the same way I looked at it, beautiful in all its ways, peaceful, laughter all around. It was as if God had made his heaven wherever we set our little eyes….but I grew up; it is as beautiful…

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He Said He Loved You......

He Said He Loved You……

He said he loved you His being was an antonym Everything he did Was opposite his actions Scattered everywhere Like a jigsaw puzzle Amiss like his kiss You could make him a dot (.) and make it stop.   You chose an ellipsis Perhaps to later fill in the gaps With a heroic metaphor but All he will ever be Is a figure of speech Maybe a punctuation mark A comma or a semicolon An exclamation of wonder…

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Wildfire And when it comes, it's like wildfire; Consuming, spell bounding Inexplicable desire; And when it comes,

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The Other World In Between

The Other World In Between

I imagined he would have a face like an angel’s. I thought it would be like looking into a mirror, and seeing my whole self, projected into another human being. I had all these ideas and dreams. I imagined holding your hands, walking down the street, maybe eating an ice cream or perhaps sharing a bag of chips from the corner shop. I imagined you pointing out little things that made your world…

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#UpLift

“One of the great joys of life is sailing to the horizon, not with displeasure of the journey there, but with anticipation of what lies beyond.”

~unearthed citizen~

[Photo by Joel Hatfield]

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Lost in Hue: The Clandestine World of Tamara Lu, Ep 3 (Hidden Lives of Wives)

Lost in Hue: The Clandestine World of Tamara Lu, Ep 3 (Hidden Lives of Wives)

My wife Tamara had a side of her that I knew nothing about up until the afternoon when I took lunch to her work and found out she had quit two weeks before. I knew most of the blame was on me because I hadn’t been paying attention to the details, little things that I really should have been noticing before then. But after that day, especially after being hit with chloroform later that evening and…

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#UpLift

Find out what you love and make it last forever.

~Anonymous~

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Heaven’s Visiting Hours If only heaven had visiting hours And RIP, Rest In peace Could be changed to RIP…

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#UpLift

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.

~Maya Angelou~

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