I can’t tame the demons ravaging your soul, No, and I can’t unchain the dungeon door If you’ve stolen and swallowed the key - You’ve chosen to wallow and wade, Locked up so tight in your dank misery.
I can offer a warm, calm hand through the iron bars, I can smooth your hair back from your eyes And smile, oh such a dazzling, loving smile - It’s such a small, comforting thing, Welcome solace, if only for a little while.
If I thought a sacrifice would suffice, I’d dig up the bones and light the fire, I’d trade in my name without shame - But a token I am not, nor a symbol, or a clue, I’m undeniably spicy real and I expect quite the same.
I watch from afar while you tear your world in two, I stand in the line of fire, knowing the consequences, Watching you dig your grave a teaspoon at a time, Helpless to help, unable to walk away, Inspiration, I‘ve found, can become a crime… Dena L Moore June 14, 2007
intriguing write here...when does inspiration become obsession? Does that which inspires also destroys? You pose interesting questions in this well composed piece.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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