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Fleeing Sodom: Stumbling and Tumbling
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View my complete profile. What I'm carrying with me. What I'm Leaving Behind. 160;Wednesday, March 18, 2009. I stumbled this morning. I was instantly horrified but my conscience had no time to respond and protect me from tumbling. Sitting at a traffic light I awaited the changing of the guard- red to green - and the resumption of my drive to work. The light finally turns green- I have to turn left and so I sit. I got to work and the feelings subsided. I forgot, for the moment, what I had done. The point ...
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Fleeing Sodom: Fires Have Begun to Rain
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View my complete profile. What I'm carrying with me. What I'm Leaving Behind. Fires Have Begun to Rain. 160;Friday, March 20, 2009. The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? So near the city it is impossible to not feel the heat growing from the judgments that are sure to rain upon us all. Why have I been dragged from the city? Given eyes to see, ears to hear; sense to know the city is destined to burn? Our leaders have lied to us. Six-point-nine trillion has b...
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The Muslin Opaque: Rhythm of Pain
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E is For Everything. Despondency danced a bitter turn. Each step attuned to the rhythm of pain. And ague Oh, what an insistent pill. A tyranny desirous of a last resort. Where pain is safely put to bed. Clubbed mercilessly and staining the sheet. One pill One retreat and saving grace. And despondency cleansed and senseless in the surf. 75 minutes of brain-cramping toil. And a migraine in the wings. Posted by other-clowns on 06/22/2006 07:22:25 AM. Posted by primitivegroove on 07/07/2006 10:14:12 PM.
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The Muslin Opaque: September 2011
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E is For Everything. After the War, 2. My world is grown numb. For the war has gone long. My heart wants only to. Lay down its arms. But how can I give in. Without first seeing you. And knowing you will understand? I fear my heart has already given up. Would the sight of your lovely eyes. Would the feel of your honey hair. Would the taste of your lips. Or the feel of your arms about me. Be enough to draw me. Away from the brink? My chest is heavy. My eyes bleeding orbs,. Will the warmth of your embrace.
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The Muslin Opaque: July 2011
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E is For Everything. The sky was once blue. Now its a gray ashy hue. And its burned on the memories. Of everyone I knew. Gone are the abbeys. The parks and the bars. Of Venus and Mars. Or near enough, anyway. Time to start over. If I can just find a way. Did we really think heaven. Would forgive us this day. Or forgive us tomorrow. Have you nothing to say? Silent as a tombstone. And dead as the sky. Who's now left to ponder. Our dream's dying sigh. Cause I can't find a reason. Or an answer just the same.
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The Muslin Opaque: Not Another Minute (Without You)
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E is For Everything. Not Another Minute (Without You). Where are you in my life? Or deep in shadow? Tell me now, Oh Lord. My heart is near to breaking. In the pains of my own making. Touch me now, Oh Lord. I can't take another minute without you. Do you love me even still? As when I was in your will? Or was I ever? Tell me now, Oh Lord. The emptiness is killing me. Like harps hung in the willow tree. Touch me now, Oh Lord. I won't last another moment without you. Fill me with your Holy Spirit. In the Gar...
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The Muslin Opaque: Capulet
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E is For Everything. I've got a headache. The kind that shoots spears of blinding pain down the muscles of the neck and back. It's a vice that seems to know but one direction. Headaches, for me, cause everything else to grind to a near standstill. I wrote a poem. Once, while in the beginning throes of a migraine. As short as it is, it still took more than an hour to get right. To the morning sun. Of all the things you haven't yet done. Ask him to stay. A little long 'neath the cover. Give you more time.
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Fleeing Sodom: They Hate Who I Stand For...
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View my complete profile. What I'm carrying with me. What I'm Leaving Behind. They Hate Who I Stand For. 160;Thursday, March 19, 2009. Even while begrudgingly accepting my purpose within their company. I have been called to minister to the dying, and I am allowed to do that much provided I do it in private. In public I have to edit myself- I cannot say "God" or "Lord" for fear I will offend other staff who do not believe in my Lord, or even His existence. Sadly, more souls than can be numbered. Therefore...
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The Muslin Opaque: The Gardens of Loveplay
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E is For Everything. The Gardens of Loveplay. Chapters 1 and 2. This is a story of Venice, but not the Venice you may have visited, or once lived, or dreamt of seeing. This is also a story of love. But what else would such a tale be about? It is a tale of conspiracies, jealousies, broken hearts and the binding of souls, one to another. Within these pages you will find a world strangely at peace, boats that float on air, and an angel in search of redemption. 8220;A Priori: A Glimpse of Heaven”. He stepped...
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Fleeing Sodom: The Imperceptible Curve Of The Earth
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View my complete profile. What I'm carrying with me. What I'm Leaving Behind. The Imperceptible Curve Of The Earth. 160;Thursday, February 26, 2009. It is easy to turn back. Having unburdened one's self it's a simple matter to desire the things one chooses to leave behind. We get caught up in associations, projects, things, arguments best left alone, and finding ourselves, in the end, right back where we don't want to be. At the gates of the city. We say to ourselves. Didn't I? And Percival Makes Four.