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My other blogs… | Access To The Altar

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My other blogs…. Access To The Altar. RWW's blog about life, and our access to the altar of Christ's love. My other blogs…. Click on the image above to go to my second blog. There you will find my rantings on life and politics. Click on the above image to go to my third blog –. In this blog you will find updates and photos of my quilts. Click on the image to go to another of my blogs -RWW’s Blog. There you will find my ramblings about none of the above…so, it is about everything else. Access to the Altar.

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I’m Puzzled…Deranged Dad | Access To The Altar

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My other blogs…. Access To The Altar. RWW's blog about life, and our access to the altar of Christ's love. I’m Puzzled…Deranged Dad. Posted by Richard Ward Wilson. In Access to the Altar. Asymp; 1 Comment. John Nicholas Jonchuck Jr. None of the Above. By deranged headlines from Daily News. Deranged Florida dad tosses daughter, 5, to death off span near Sunshine Skyway Bridge in Tampa. I’m not so surprised by the violence in our world, rather I’m puzzled by the rest of the story:. Larr; Previous post.

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a toast | cursi

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Poetry from the past and the present. January 12, 2012. A toast to you. A toast to me. To what we have. And what used to be. A toast to them. A toast to us. A toast to removing. A toast to romance. And to our hearts. A toast to your hands. And to your lips. And to the way. You move your hips. A toast to your skin. And to your smell. And to the fact. That i once fell. A toast to your warmth. And to your heat. And to the forces. That made us meet. A toast to this year. And the best to come. It is an honor!

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travel | cursi

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Poetry from the past and the present. January 19, 2012. To a place i don’t know. Teach me to be. Allow me to grow. Show me a place. That i’ve never seen. And explain what they mean. Who it is inside. That lives in my soul. And won’t cease to hide. Where i can be free. No need for disguises. Show me how to see. Let me break free. From the constricting chains. And let me escape. From the heartache and pain. Allow me to travel. Anywhere far and wide. To learn about myself. This entry was posted in Past.

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Poems From A Lame Nation | The Fallen Elegy

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When everything else fails. Poems From A Lame Nation. Poems From A Lame Nation. These poems which I uncovered from my old notebooks sounds too wacky and weird. And several degrees more lame. Like I was in the lame nation of cheese and pure lameness. Maybe I was on LSD when I wrote them. Here I’ll post some of them just for your reading pleasure. Oh kiss me numb. While you keep thinking about. Something to write all along. Your ink is draining on my tongue. Did you forget your pills yesterday. In it I bui...

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Contemplating The Human Direction | Musings on the human experiment | Page 2

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Contemplating The Human Direction. Musings on the human experiment. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. September 27, 2015. Why The Seahawks Lost the Superbowl. September 18, 2015. Http:/ northwestervision.blogspot.com/? September 12, 2015. September 12, 2015. If you have any perspective on the expanse of human time and history, you will understand that the interaction and exchanges between man and woman has changed through our short-lived history of existence. Men have bec...

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Stepping Stone | ForeverBeautiful

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Writing is my Self-Reflection. October 24, 2011. I’m always in the same routine. School, work, school, work. NOTHING else. Sometimes I think of running away to somewhere exotic, Switzerland or New Zealand. Am I running away from my routine or is it my state of mind? Their state of mind. They’ve seen the worse they possibly could have, they know their life can only get better. Today has been a continuous cycle of pattern, but is it me just saying the same bad thoughts over and over? Happiness is a state o...

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The Invisible Companion – thepoeticgoblin

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8211; maybe I'm normal and the world needs to adjust? December 5, 2011. December 5, 2011. Tagged Depression. Betrayal. It is at night he feels the weakest. Broken down, emotionally depleted. Stricken by grief, he is defeated. By the pain of leaving, the one he needed. Their love was over, once he cheated. Insane with hatred he does not stop it, instead he feeds it. Worshipping his anger, his rage, he shields it. Beneath his fire, lies depression. A note and a gun, his own confession. Ps great movie if yo...

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Footprints | The Fallen Elegy

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When everything else fails. Poems From A Lame Nation. Http:/ vi.sualize.us/view/2981c2a1791d4a22317856b9acb72ebf/. The wonder in your eyes that fine day. Imprinting our feet a warm long trail. On a beach one sunset one wonderful may. Holding tight and lost from a blowing misty gale. The mischief in your eyes when you softly whispered. Those sweet words they still vibrates the smallest bones in me. Softly throbs a place in me where a cherub’s arrow entered. So magical in my memories they seemed to be.