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"Is this a choice I can make?" A poem of thought, in which I got caught. I love my apple pie too. Something a little different from me; PLEASE READ and tell me what you think. Thanks and love, +Stevie <b>Photograph taken by, Theresa Jodray Ogden, Utah April 2003<b> hubble/Nasa Photo New Galaxy
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This poem is dedicated to all ... The past moves into the future, but some things never change. Azz is always around, but us married guys better scope the ground. My wife accuses me all the time but she has an azz radar, my mind be on other thing... The inspiration for this poem came from this song: The Fifth Wave, Water Lullaby by Suzanne Ciani here is a link to the song:
http://www.youtube.com... Photo: Amber "V" Moonstone September 2009
A visit to my favorite shoreline inspired this poem with sweet rejuvenation. - what's behind the mask - Smiling faces, show no traces, of the evil that lurks within, nor the sin. Even here in the den, at the swing of the pen. Some need more than others.....It can get out of hand, up its demand, until we make a stand. Not so much a poem as a rather futile attempt to capture the essence of one small part of a vision I experienced in the Amazon jungle while working wi... A lots been happening bad, police officers and preachers being attacked and killed. Children being ran over in the street. It makes one wonder sometim... Love is the wish of a fish, which sooner or later becomes a dish. "They continue to wound me but I continue to bleed / And I will bleed out words and write these poems in my blood" Drawn from the Holy Scriptures of the Book of Daniel Chapter 2.
Image of Nebuchanezzer Dream, supplied by "John Hopkins Oil on Canvas"
Weird Angles, ... Some fear is normal, but if fear freezes a person up to where they can't function, this is abnormal fear. <strong>I wrote this a few years back *as* Mood Sept Sissy...
I do have OCD and it was how my life was at the time, and still is in many factio... Feeling lonely tonight without you... Watching a movie where the main character went to face his fear enticed this poem. I fear grizzly bears, I'm not going out to face one. Facing up to f... It''s best not to listen to everything people say, they say the world will eventually end one day, yet it''s been around for thousands of years, so mu... Might depend on what or who's going, especially if we don't realize what we are doing. For me it's very little reviews, but this is old news. Problems, we all have them, different titles, different degrees, but problems just the same. Phonies and fakes for sure, watch your back, from a flesh and blood attack. "In fact I am you / Indeed you are me / And the wheel turns true / Until we are free: / Dharma for karma" "Then when all is said and done my life will end as begun / In the perfection of the mind of God where all is one" <center><b><big><big><big><font face="times new roman"color="990000">Where Does Time Go?
</font></big>... I am dearly missing all of my friends that are NO longer here on AD!!!!!
This poem is dedicated to the poets that were here before. I love and admire... "We transcend now creating reality / Together forever safe where no one can see" Where we''ve been might have a big affect on where we''re going, and later on what we''re doing. About time for the supreme court to be on the publics side, maybe we should get rid of all the knives and other sharp objects in the house, ice picks ... It should be where the heart is, however the heart is stuck in the body. It's been raining for far too long here in Connecticut. I need the sunshine back into my life. "I feel at peace and humble and made whole / As part of everything serene and free / My sister! My brother! Look at the sky! / You too may see white... Out of all the rocks floating around in space, why this hard to live place? Summary: This dark poem embraces love, passion, death, spirituality, domestic abuse, and many metaphors for the cycle of life. "Oh Silke... please... you cannot die..." A myth I dreamed, ... The Zorastorians and Some Native Americans have placed their dead to be eaten by scavenging birds.
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