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Musings of Mine: Questions
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Monday, February 4, 2013. Why do dry spells always come during wet years? Why does happiness make one suddenly hyper-aware of their mortality? Is contentment truly attainable? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Agony and the Ecstasy. Where are you going? The Boy Who Cried Blog. Just joined these directories. Everyday when you wake up and take a breath. To everyone at LifeBridge church:. 8220;Firmly AWANA Stands”. Across the Pond and Then Some. My trip to the far north.
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Musings of Mine: A waltz:
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Sunday, December 4, 2011. Good morning, lovely. I see you've assumed a new. Your fists against the bent world. From the depths of dark,. And bleached white,. All the more prolific. Your silence speaks volumes. I find myself leaning. The wires all crossed,. To a tense line. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Agony and the Ecstasy. Where are you going? The Boy Who Cried Blog. Just joined these directories. Everyday when you wake up and take a breath. My trip to the far north.
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Musings of Mine: . . .
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Monday, February 6, 2012. This night will stay. Clothed in your miasma. I'll go down deep. In dim red lights,. Of a ticking time-bomb,. And carry my lust. In fistfuls of air. What would I know. I only wanted your orange in azure,. Above a swelling tide. The sand instead waits. An honest disaster,. I'll collect my frayed edges,. As water, spilled. I'll apologize, disappear. February 22, 2012 at 11:23 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Agony and the Ecstasy. 8220;Desperat...
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Musings of Mine: Love suits you well
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Love suits you well. Sunday, April 29, 2012. Love suits you well,. Cylindrical vase of water. Filled to the brim,. Tipped and pouring out,. Unmatched, I stand by,. Let my loneliness expand. Into the black hollow of my chest. And blossom in dark,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Agony and the Ecstasy. Where are you going? The Boy Who Cried Blog. Just joined these directories. Everyday when you wake up and take a breath. To everyone at LifeBridge church:. Mouse in the House.
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Musings of Mine: Poetic Irony
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012. You prayed for rain,. Your eyes closed and head back,. Arms out and hands wide;. At the static sun. In ionized air,. Weight of your wished fate. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Agony and the Ecstasy. Where are you going? The Boy Who Cried Blog. Just joined these directories. Everyday when you wake up and take a breath. To everyone at LifeBridge church:. 8220;Firmly AWANA Stands”. Across the Pond and Then Some. My trip to the far north. When th...
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Musings of Mine: Irreversible
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Tuesday, March 12, 2013. She slept in the hollow of his side,. The bend of their bodies matched:. Two twin concave crescents,. In the air, the essence. A shattered crystal vase. That you can’t deal back change. Moments before, she sang to him,. Come in to me and I will open as a rose,. Palms outstretched in sacramental ceremony,. Submerge you in undulating chambers. I’ll let my cold premonitions. Recede into temporal bliss,. Where “forever” is a hollow promise. Spelled in sand and played on. 160; She sle...
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Musings of Mine: What makes a life?
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What makes a life? Saturday, January 14, 2012. Instead, I chose to copy the poem out of my copy of her book. Enjoy. From Through the Square Window. Aristotle observed and recorded it all-. That out of rainwater, the marrow. Of the human spine, foam from the sea,. Or the putrefying carcasses of bulls and horses. Spring living beings: frogs, serpents, anchovies,. Bees and scarabs, locusts, weevils, maggots. St Augustine agreed: what matter that the smallest. And most meddlesome) of God’s creatures. The law...
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Musings of Mine: Tea Fire Anniversary
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Sunday, November 13, 2011. Three years ago today. Was the beginning of the breakdown. What do you mean? November 14, 2011 at 5:39 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Agony and the Ecstasy. Where are you going? The Boy Who Cried Blog. Just joined these directories. Everyday when you wake up and take a breath. To everyone at LifeBridge church:. 8220;Firmly AWANA Stands”. Across the Pond and Then Some. My trip to the far north. Can One be and be a Christian? When the time ...
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Musings of Mine: Inconvenient Moments
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012. You in your white dress,. Like a bound foot:. If you turned sideways,. In the parking lot,. Trying to parce together. The pieces of my rage. All the while,. Around my wrist,. They're wrapped in metal chain. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Agony and the Ecstasy. Where are you going? The Boy Who Cried Blog. Just joined these directories. Everyday when you wake up and take a breath. To everyone at LifeBridge church:. Across the Pond and Then Some.
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Musings of Mine: I know I’m getting over something when I can finally write a poem about it.
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I know I’m getting over something when I can finally write a poem about it. Saturday, August 10, 2013. After Rainer Maria Rilke. Http:/ www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-who-never-arrived/. Love, you taught me how to leave,. My hope, a garnet gemstone. You taught me how to bend,. Chalk it up to missed connections. In infinite iterations of space. Our melodies wove in sync,. Your impermanence stitched through me,. I spin through cycles of. Your eyes’ vast silence. And I wonder if you were nothing. Beauty in a h...
