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Mostly philosophical musings after religion and politics. Persuades the hunt for every day;. And he who wallows in the stream. Will live a life as watered dream. But, I am grounded by desire. And bloom eternal for the fire. Yesterday, we breathed the softest pains. My child, she wept near unseen stains.

With thousands of tiny birds. I hear their feathers ruffle. At the edge of my consciousness. Are they made of blood? Such a deep red. They peck at the stretching shadows. Across the ceiling of my room. As car lights bleed past outside. They tap forlornly at the window. I wonder if they will ever escape. I blink as they cry and flee. Until they block up my.

17-syllable poems and other short writings and musings. The stars are brighter now from here;. 8230;No, not brighter, I just see more clear. What have I said,. What have I done,. To deserve this smile on your face? March 11, 2010. Your letters make me smile, I love waiting for the postman to come. Tears and sorrow cannot compete, where love anchors within the harbor.

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November 5, 2008 by autumnsunrise. In fact, the time away gave me exactly the time I needed to rest, recover, rejuvinate, and re-evaluate my life circumstance.

With everybody else in your life you have. This that the absolute thing. Everything that needs needs NEEDS! And you have to slam it down. The nature of your importance. But I remember when you picked your nose. And ate your own buggers. I used to let the rhyme determine. Where the thought would go. Otherwise it has to be. Did you know i have the original.