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Echoes Of Dylan: 50 Life Secrets and Tips

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Wednesday, January 9, 2013. 50 Life Secrets and Tips. Not only will this leave your brain sharp and your memory functioning, you will also have a huge library of quotes to bust out at any moment. Poetry, sayings and philosophies are your best options. Constantly try to reduce your attachment to possessions. Develop an endless curiosity about this world. Become an explorer and view the world as your jungle. Stop and observe all of the little things as completely unique events. Try. The past is unchangeabl...

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Echoes Of Dylan: June 2012

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Tuesday, June 12, 2012. HISTORY TEACHES US NOTHING. The seeds of war. Lay dormant in the. For grapes of wrath to bear. Caught in the throes. Of commerce and politics. Awoke to the gloom and doom. Of bombs raining over Kosovo. Of the lady dove. The vulture she lured. To the bounty of war. Still in the rounding hours. I know, years and years hence. This fate would know. Like those of holocausts past-. History teaches us nothing. Hope Kalé Ewusi©. Inspired by the war on Kosovo . Monday, June 11, 2012. Fill ...

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Echoes Of Dylan

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Saturday, December 22, 2012. The moon is ripe, lodged in my hands;. Gone now are the days of barren soles. That which was forgotten now reads the sand. Where at the gilded altar now I stand. I watch the dawn embrace my varnished soul. The moon is ripe, cupped in my hands. A thousand bolts can't thwart the wand. And set me adrift, still lost in the shoal. That which was forgotten, now reads the sand-. But how will they know or understand. That my broken shards now form a whole? View my complete profile.

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Echoes Of Dylan: April 2013

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Thursday, April 25, 2013. Above the hatches the regent retreats. His dwindling radiance in vain resists. The taunting twilight’s beknighted sway. Who descending, casts abroad in shades of gray. A call to sundry folks their darling steeds to rein. While some hearts may gloat with striven gain. Those that brood and sag beneath life’s strain. Pray they find in night’s alluring scroll. A friendly shawl to shield their souls. Still there is a keg of mystery yet untold-. Deep in the night for goodness sake.

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Echoes Of Dylan: August 2013

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Tuesday, August 20, 2013. Of broken conversation;. For words my dear. May hurt or cheer. Hope Kalė Ewusi ©. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. View my complete profile. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.

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Echoes Of Dylan: January 2013

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Wednesday, January 9, 2013. 50 Life Secrets and Tips. Not only will this leave your brain sharp and your memory functioning, you will also have a huge library of quotes to bust out at any moment. Poetry, sayings and philosophies are your best options. Constantly try to reduce your attachment to possessions. Develop an endless curiosity about this world. Become an explorer and view the world as your jungle. Stop and observe all of the little things as completely unique events. Try . The past is unchangeab...

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Echoes Of Dylan: August 2012

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Friday, August 24, 2012. Oh for such titillation. Love’s elixir enlivening. Hearts of amorous beings. With arms entwined and curves. Aligned in serpentine pose…. Magic unfolds with rhythmic flair. 8216;Tis of such that the poets rave. That where love’s pickets. Bind two hearts and flames alight. As from a homely hearth-. Songs of the lyre thrills the air. But when love is spent…. Rancid and stale, it burns. With the sting of aged brine;. So take heed you feuding birds. And bid not one another gloom.

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Echoes Of Dylan: May 2012

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Thursday, May 31, 2012. On half a dollar, or one a day. Slum darlings of the wretched earth. Feign at best a fare to eek,. Be though blessed with artisan flair,. Existential folly yet confounds their lot. For to seek meaning in such lowliness. Where contrarian biddings beyond their lays. Conspire to thwart the spirit’s ascent,. Is to court fatal instincts, or dare to hope. So to the alien deity cast their gaze. His graven cameo, cold and mute…. Aloof and numb to sorrow’s beck. Hope Kalé Ewusi ©.

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Echoes Of Dylan

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Tuesday, October 9, 2012. I’ve plowed red earth. With the might of a dozen oxen…. Scattered my grains on glistening dew;. The reaper inquires in my stead-. How does one count to twelve…. When one is missing on the grid? Dark nights and checkered dawns. Have I of lately known……. Danced on the razor’s edge,. What kept me from tipping? The masquerade has come and gone. And I too must move on;. Broken clay pots seldom mend…. So I’m picking up the drift woods. Of by gone tides;. By Hope Kalé Ewusi.