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The crack in the wall: Inspired poerty

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The crack in the wall. Lets the light in. Thursday, October 18, 2012. This poem is inspired by a man who is seemingly a ghost,an apparition that appears in my dreams. Night after night.He's a ghost that's got me sending prayers to God's heart every night before I lay. My head to sleep.I call it :. I write of him who not only stole my heart but also has me chasing after the 27. Letter on Sesame Street. He is the secret ingredient in the ambrosia that bestows immortality upon Greek gods. Pages of My Journal.

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Life and a Slice of Bread: Me and my vices

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Finding happiness right under your nose. Friday, November 12, 2010. Me and my vices. This is me. I'm sorry. It's a bit unfortunate, maybe even slightly sad but this is it. When I wake up in the morning, I can only wake up as myself. Not my mother, not Mother Teresa and definitely not you. Severely dented, overly distressed, disturbingly confused by life but there's only so much I can do to change myself. Things that make me charming yet complex (charmingly complex):. 1 I talk to myself:. 8 I do not repea...

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The crack in the wall: March 2012

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The crack in the wall. Lets the light in. Sunday, March 18, 2012. Someone tell me where stories went to die. When did stories stop giving lessons? Every story should have a lesson, a good laugh wouldn’t hurt but I need a lesson. The real stories-not those riddled with vanity and mediocrity. When did all stories become about chain-smoking women with “wobbly bottoms” and no boyfriends and dead-end jobs? When did Bridget Jones move to Africa? Why don’t we tell these stories? A buck naked story. The other si...

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The crack in the wall: April 2012

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The crack in the wall. Lets the light in. Thursday, April 12, 2012. The crutches in the corner. She suspected it was a broken bone as she and my brothers helped me to the car. It was a maroon Alfa –Romeo. It was old and we made a lot of memories in that car; this broken bone being added to the list. The wheels on the wheel chair were squeaky and I feared I would break another bone before I saw the doctor. A few minutes later I was on a gurney. Those things are always so cold. An angel appeare...The crutc...

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Life and a Slice of Bread: Walk like an Egyptian

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Finding happiness right under your nose. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. Walk like an Egyptian. Try to fly by night:. Me, (points at my name) this is man." and then he grinned at me. A beautiful, happy, genuine grin of pure joy. The holiday had began. Because dear Amget did not speak my language, he communicated and showed me the sights using grunts, whistles and obscure sounds, to which I nodded and smiled. Drive like an Egyptian:. A nice looking variety:. Give me your hand. Midoooo and Alfredo respectively).

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Life and a Slice of Bread: Lead Me ( Happy Father's Day)

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Finding happiness right under your nose. Monday, June 18, 2012. Lead Me ( Happy Father's Day). How do we make them appreciated for their efforts and sacrifice? How do we make them know, that what they do means as much to everyone as they should. Maybe even if it doesn't include sending gifts and declaring undying love from the roof tops, we should consider our actions and embrace the outcome. So here are my few subjective suggestions. Be kind and try not to get easily angered:. Do not dishonor him:.

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The crack in the wall: November 2012

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The crack in the wall. Lets the light in. Friday, November 23, 2012. The crack in the wall lets the light in. That’s the consequence for not mending the crack in the wall. A Swahili saying roots itself in her mind “usipo ziba ufa, utajenga ukuta” It's followed by the relief that she won’t have to rebuild the wall on her own because he brought down. A good number of bricks from the wall to get in, right? Is it so unreasonable? By the ocean, she sits and weeps. She weeps for the broken down walls that ...

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The crack in the wall: January 2013

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The crack in the wall. Lets the light in. Thursday, January 24, 2013. Her name is Leilani. She lies in God’s hands. Underneath that transparent glass. She’s having little conversions with God. Heavenly; drawn from the veins of God. If you listen carefully. Their hearts beat in synchrony. Uses her tiny fingers to play. Join the dots with God’s grace and mercy. Ensconced in the alcoves of His love. Leilani is ;. Is an answered prayer. We sent letters to her. With borrowed stamps from God’s post office.

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The crack in the wall: September 2011

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The crack in the wall. Lets the light in. Saturday, September 3, 2011. A tale of petals. He had me at first sarcasm. His accent was a concoction of all accents sexy and flirty. Dangerous, dark far from dandie.My guardian angel should have been somewhere nearby; but then again she drove a Vitz: symbols of humility. She was probably stuck in traffic, letting all the evil overlap as she sat and waited her turn. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). About Nothing But My Emotions. Pages of My Journal.

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The crack in the wall: November 2011

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The crack in the wall. Lets the light in. Monday, November 14, 2011. This city has my heart. This is a love poem if you are concerned about categories. This city has my heart. It started with a one night stand. Felt like a bad designer brand. An inept one;. The lights shone but not bright enough. The streets were flithy. In all the right proportions. The children begging for alms. Broke my heart then ran off with my purse. This city has my heart. The boys in blue asked me for tea. A coffin on wheels.