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Free-verse poetry from the soul. Many hurdles to navigate through. A marathon runner every day. Getting better with each passing day. Day in and day out. I pray for the same thing. By His stripes I am healed. And day in and day out.
Exploring the creative path to self-realization. I pray for Change religiously as if Change were heaven sent, a miracle that ends all distress. We cannot know ourselves through words, there is something so beautiful about us that language simply cannot do it justice. There are certain privileged words that come close to our . Am I a spiritual being? Are we born with a destiny .
Inactivity is impossible in the workshop of Nature. The only thing that endures in time is change. Stroking the wind arcs,. Floating on the numeric dark,. Thistles of infinite lauds,. Grope life out of the star,. Once, shined and stalled,. The fateful maneuver put forth,. The unveiling travels scratch those remaining avatars. Originally posted on Human Writes.
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Keep your imagines high, but. Higher, boy, higher. Just another advice from your mother. This little pill willkeep all them thoughtsaway. This is how it ends. Leaf stems scratching the colors of the sky. VHS, cassette tapes,. Daddy left his pornos in the jukebox.
Hi to everyone ,. Thank you all for the good wishes. Just finished this and each time I look at it, it makes me feel happy! July 8, 2015. Hi all,I made the monster in the centre brighter, so just an update, thanks. This is my latest painting, inspired by my love of gaming. I have created a scene using a few nurses from Silent Hill ,. One of the creatures from Dark Souls tripled and a little 2000 AD.
Dreams are necessary to life Anais Nin. Get the fuck away from me. Calling in the middle of the night, drunk. Asking if you could see me. Get the fuck away from me.
A new pastor does an experiment. Church and and the poor. I was raised very strict Christian and even at one time a Pastors wife. Maybe I saw too muc.
Little feet, soft and bare. I search the dreams that lay. In begging eyes that wish to play. Toys are out of access. He has many wishes to confess. No one to offer the love he needs. The things for which he pleads. I am not the only spectator. There are many more dictators. We silently see this and pass on.
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Friday, June 5, 2009. A ton of my friends and family seem to have their birthdays all between June and September. This year I am going with a hawaiian shirt theme. The top card opens like normal and has embossed leaves, and the bottom one is a pull-out with stamped hibiscus. Both have real buttons and hand drawn stitching. Friday, May 15, 2009.
4 out of 5 Ruffians prefer this blog to sexual activity with small animals, but only just. God help for the fifth, let us pray. I was a just a young kid,. With all the time in this world to waste. Living out of my car of rust stuck in tar. We were all the wild ones,. The wasted youth of Adult regret. But what else could we have been. What else could we choose.
Triptiek 2 Frietboer and Justin Samgar. Triptiek 1 Jlectroniq and Justin Samgar. Justin Samgar is een storyteller die poëzie, proza, muziek, comedy en podiumkunst combineert om de wereld begrijpbaar te maken voor zichzelf en anderen.