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The ND's nigh...: One Saturday in November...
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Thursday, 16 April 2015. One Saturday in November. Tennis balls torpedo town,. Widow smiling in a hearse. 4 by 4 treats gravel badly,. Glory gone, glum pumpkin shivers,. Rain rehearses, monsoon moon,. Sugared water tips the balance,. Mood enhancers lift the gloom,. Cheer the nation,. How many voices are in the station? 16 April 2015 at 15:15. At first this made me think of a crazy hail storm in November, ha. But then I got caught up in your alliteration and rhyme. Fun piece, David. 17 April 2015 at 16:45.
unkownpeople.blogspot.com
Poetry For the Unknown People
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Saturday, August 1, 2015. All of the voices are raging in my head! One thousand different thoughts clamoring to be heard. As I struggle to clear the through the fog of my anger that seems to stem from nothing more than a black pit at the back of my mind. It is the thought of soaring dreams that permeates my very being. As a result of this we continue to climb higher on a constantly less stable footing towards the very edge of a figurative cliff. Once here we must make a...
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Poetry For the Unknown People: I See the Dark and Speak A Warning
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Monday, October 21, 2013. I See the Dark and Speak A Warning. The day shall come when Christ returns. The book says prepare now, earn your favor in Gods great sight. Or fear the retribution which awaits unfaithful fools. To claim you have seen truth. Spat from the lips of men unfaithful to Gods glory. Gives you cause to fear the wrath from blind arrogance and sin. When in the end of day's all men, women, and children, in God's image are judged. I See the Dark and speak.
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Poetry For the Unknown People: September 2011
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Monday, September 26, 2011. Where to Compare With God. I saw the stars in dreams. I viewed the sun on a personal scale. And I awoke to a burning sensation. I want to see god up close. To entertain a deities worth. Then compare it to my own. Forever is a definition of time. Perception is times personal flow. But our god outside of time goes beyond forever. I flew with the red-winged black bird. To fall amongst mice in the shadows as prey. And I felt my heart fall behind me.
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Poetry For the Unknown People: October 2012
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Tuesday, October 2, 2012. I Request from God Understanding. Am I speaking to God. Do i ask for myself. What request did i decide upon. All i can choose is one. Out of fear should i request for forgiveness of my sins. Out of love should i ask to stay by you. Out of reverence should i request to hear your wisdom. In respect i shall request understanding. If i am able to understand my guilt i know i will be forgiven. I could not possible keep you to myself. We who stand in time.
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Poetry For the Unknown People: February 2013
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Thursday, February 7, 2013. God in The Free Mind. What is reality but an opportunity to dream. What is a Dream but a fruit of the expansive mind. Imagination that cannot be quenched, nonexistent boundaries,belonging to a shattered framework as infinite ideas form, fantasies are created, and dreams nurtured. Imagination is powerful, God is powerful, and a mind without restriction created by settling for the beliefs of others is the most powerful. Reality is an opportunit...
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Poetry For the Unknown People: August 2015
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Saturday, August 1, 2015. All of the voices are raging in my head! One thousand different thoughts clamoring to be heard. As I struggle to clear the through the fog of my anger that seems to stem from nothing more than a black pit at the back of my mind. It is the thought of soaring dreams that permeates my very being. As a result of this we continue to climb higher on a constantly less stable footing towards the very edge of a figurative cliff. Once here we must make a...
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Poetry For the Unknown People: Just the common gardner snake.
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Thursday, November 21, 2013. Just the common gardner snake. I can't think of what to say. I just don't know. Poetry for the unknown people. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Astronomy Picture of the Day. Psalm for the Day. View my complete profile. September 03, 2016 (T), (LVer). Midnight Madness and Me. On Tales from Firozsha Baag. Just the common gardner snake. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poetry For the Unknown People
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Poetry For the Unknown People. Friday, June 26, 2015. What do I know? What do I understand? What do I acknowledge? I know that life is meant as opportunity. To grow myself and learn what I’m meant to become. Knowledge that I should make the most of who I am and who I will grow into. I understand that time moves faster that I want it too. That knowing myself is like wading up river rapids. I acknowledge that I will never be alone, as even now I lose faith in the world around me. Psalm for the Day.
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Doña Eñe: Dolorosa
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My poems in English. Y una espada traspasará tu alma". Calladamente se desangra la rosa,. Gota a gota,. Bajo un cielo nublado de cuervos hambrientos. Reverente quietud que todo lo envuelve,. Hasta las mansas palabras,. Hasta los blandos quejidos. Lloran crueles las espinas. Por tanto amor clavado. En esa cruz divina. A sus pies yace. La lanza rendida, el martillo aún caliente,. La gélida esponja seca de amargura. Duele tanto el dolor que ni se enciende. Ved allí yerto ese costado herido. Gota a gota,.
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