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I think, therefore I am. August 4, 2011. Welcome to WordPress.com. After you read this, you should delete and write your own post, with a new title above. Or hit Add New. On the left (of the admin dashboard. To start a fresh post. Are some suggestions for your first post. You can find new ideas for what to blog about by reading the Daily Post. To your browser. It creates a new blog post for you about any interesting page you read on the web. Make some changes to this page. August 4, 2011 at 01:25. Post w...
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Love, in many different places | dansmonespirit
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I think, therefore I am. We are your leaders →. Love, in many different places. April 3, 2014. Where’s that superlove? That, I don’t care about your flaws cos you’re perfect to me, love? All I seem to be getting is unrequited love. That love that takes months to decide if I’m the one, love. I want that real love. The one that sees my flaws and sees me at my best and loves me enough for one. That love that sees possible problems as challenges worth facing, love. I want that good love. I want you, love.
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Reasons Unknown « Vicariously Poetic
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Original Poetry by Vincent Vicari. I write to you,. For reasons unknown,. Moments I capture,. My heart searches,. For memories of you. A sentry on alert. A love roaming free. I write to you. For reasons unknown,. This entry was posted in Love. Sunday Poetic Musings: Each Moment. Sunday Morning →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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July « 2016 « Vicariously Poetic
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Original Poetry by Vincent Vicari. Monthly Archives: July 2016. You are a book,. I can’t put down. Each moment together,. A thousand pages,. To say how I feel. Three words all that. Can you say goodbye? Can you walk away? I need what you are. I love what you are. I can’t walk away. I don’t want to walk away. Please don’t leave. What seemed destined for eternity,. One moment of time,. I seek not to fail,. But to adore again. We said I do,. I will but forever wonder,. Is eternity our destiny? You came to me.
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Why you? Mr. Potter – Sunshine and Cyra
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Let me share with you the love that I've experienced. November 21, 2015. And the pot asked the potter. What is your purpose here? To whom do your swear your allegiance? For what cause do you exist? And unto what end do you advance? For I know I am just a pot. Fragile, and prone to damage. Brittle, and set according to your instructions. My biddings are of your will. And my existence, of your tolerance. My use is at your discretion. I know, or think I know, why I am here. But why you, Mr. potter? Day 16: ...
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There Was a Country but things Fell Apart and now we’re No Longer At Ease | dansmonespirit
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I think, therefore I am. We are your leaders. Next Post →. There Was a Country but things Fell Apart and now we’re No Longer At Ease. October 11, 2014. I just read two books I should probably have read much earlier in life, had I been a student of the Arts and not the Sciences. Both books were authored by Chinua Achebe and they’re titled: Things Fall Apart and No Longer at Ease. As they are relatively short (in my opinion), I will review them side-by-side. There Was a Country. Fam, are you joking? Howeve...
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Her Dad. | dansmonespirit
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I think, therefore I am. Organ C. Part I →. July 22, 2015. 8220;She sat and watched as he typed. His brows forrowed in concentration. One hand plastered under his chin,. The same way she would be if she was typing with one hand. He was correcting her first resignation letter. She was leaving a job he helped her get. Yeah it looked like she still needed her hand held…. But she was glad if it meant she could look up to someone who would always have her back. Her dad.”. Organ C. Part I →. Organ C. Part I.
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We are your leaders | dansmonespirit
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I think, therefore I am. Love, in many different places. There Was a Country but things Fell Apart and now we’re No Longer At Ease →. We are your leaders. June 26, 2014. The rot in our bones has burrowed deep.we care only for those willing to scratch our backs, inflate our egos and pay us in CASH at the expense of those who have nothing…who know nothing.we raise our glasses filled with the blood of those dead from thirst…. Who will save them? How will they save them, when we lay claim to the name SAVIOUR?
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January | 2015 | dansmonespirit
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I think, therefore I am. Monthly Archives: January 2015. January 7, 2015. Tears on my bedsheets, Many drops on my floor. They’ve poured and poured, till they could pour no more. When last did I cry when I was happy? What are tears of joy? I cry and cry, I want my problems to be solved. When will they be solved? Emotional battle scars from wars I never fought. I ran away. Too scared to confront,. To be confrontational. To be confronted. No, lets let the problem pass. Said all I can say. Sort your mess out.
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November « 2016 « Vicariously Poetic
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Original Poetry by Vincent Vicari. Monthly Archives: November 2016. Sunday Poetic Musings: Each Moment. You, only you,. A word with you. I put your love,. My heart to you. You never choose love. It comes in ways,. But once arrived,. It doesn’t matter where,. Who you are with. True love finds itself. One day, I will find you. Follow Blog via Email. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 324 other followers. Blogging U: Writing 201.
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