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The Despairs of The Human Mind: February 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Tuesday, February 28, 2006. Struggling Against The Storm. Struggling Against The Storm. We loved we laughed, and enjoyed our time together,. We were tossed in passion, barley breathing but whispering forever,. We loved and believed, and soared into the clouds,. Scared as hell, But for each other we held no doubts,. We loved and longed, and wondered what if,. And worried about wronging the other, and barely kept a drift. We loved and we fought, all with a sudden confusion,.
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graffiti on the wall: this is who i am
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Monday, September 25, 2006. This is who i am. This is a cheesy little assignment that I had to do for one of my education classes, but it turned out to be a pretty accurate portrayal of myself, so I thought I would post it on my blog. I am not usually one for poetry, so please bear with my ways. I am a husband, a student, a brother, and a son. I am a sojourner whose journey has only begun. I am the northern prairies of my childhood home. I am a view of the Rockies and. Posted by Jason at 9:04 PM. My wife...
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: October 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Saturday, October 28, 2006. Each Day A Life. Each Day A Life. I count each day a little life,. With birth and death complete;. I cloister it from care and strife. And keep it sane and sweet. With eager eyes I greet the morn,. Exultant as a boy,. Knowing that I am newly born. To wonder and to joy. And when the sunset splendours wane. And ripe for rest am I,. Knowing that I will live again,. O that all Life were but a Day. Sunny and sweet and sane! I sleep to wake again.".
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: May 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Monday, May 29, 2006. What to do, what to do. Posted by Poetic bum at 4:46 PM. Thursday, May 25, 2006. The mad mans sermon. The mad mans sermon. Feel free to love,. And Love all that is free,. Sing praises to both friends and fiends a like,. Stick to your morals when push comes to shove. Do not be afraid of what you can’t see,. Tell not the bum asking for change to take a hike. Feel both blue and happy or what they would seem, But not too much of either,. As is the tendency.
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: July 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Saturday, July 22, 2006. He strikes again. He phones. We have caller ID. I see its him, she isn't home so I let it ring. Right after he phones again! I pick up and say in my tired voice, "Dude shes not home", and he replies " wow that atitude" and hangs up. I AM GOING MAD! I keep telling myself, (and this partialy joking, Ok mostly) "I must not hug my axe. I must not hug my axe. I must not hug my axe." But its getting difficult, and I want to hurt him! And acts like he 16!
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: November 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Thursday, November 30, 2006. Who remember the Littlest Hobo. Not so much. I need more right now then to just see a pretty girl. I think I need a kiss atleast. Oh well. So who here remembers the Littlest Hobo, ( and no Kevin not you). The one with the dog? There's a voice that keeps on calling me. Down the road is where I'll always be. Every stop I make, I'll make a new friend. Can't stay for long, just turn around and I'm gone again. Maybe tomorrow, I'll want settle down,.
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The Despairs of The Human Mind: April 2006
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The Despairs of The Human Mind. Tuesday, April 25, 2006. I worte this years ago when something like this had happened. And just so everyone knows I am not upset. I'm not wallowing in my pain. This is just a poem of mine. And I feel like posting it. Your absence make me cry with pain. I miss your smile, you lips,. And no sense of shame. Your face haunts my tortured memories. And in them I find no blessed remedies,. I look upon your picture with heartache,. And when I look away only one thing do I take,.
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graffiti on the wall: a little road trip
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Friday, August 11, 2006. A little road trip. Well, I have done a little bit of driving since my last post, as you can see in this little mapquest image. Last Saturday we packed up the bags in our Virginia office and we transferred everything we could muster back to Alberta to finish off the summer. Posted by Jason at 9:45 AM. My wife and I now reside in Canada's windy city. Wesla and I met while attending Alberta Bible College. View my complete profile. Lady in the water. Hangin in the oc. So far so good.
