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Rude Awakenings: Final Stride..
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. The soul worn out, life lost its’ lusty persona,. Haunting mystery, hope filled misery. The tunnel of obscurity had come to an end. Helix of life rested, resolved, sadly un-twirled. The fallacy had faded as did the lies. My chair stood still, as my mind swiveled about. Years squandered to insert myself in a webbed corner,. All evaporated in a moment, leaving a dusty shadow. Now I took my final stride,. As a pile of blistered ash. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Rude Awakenings: A God Awaits.
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. The wheels of time, I turn,. A maze of life, I construct,. The whimsical war zone, I sculpt,. A broken identity, I proclaim. The hanger of life, I flood,. A brutish laughter, I launch,. The watery love affair, I convey,. A swollen reward, I discard. Turn inwards, a god awaits. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Rude Awakenings
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Saturday, March 01, 2008. The universe is existent without us. We don’t give the universe meaning;. Rather we need to extract significance from it,. What sense can souls that cuss before they pray, make? So should we look above the minute details, of skin and hair? Listen beyond the politics of the human race. Feel past the comfort of a silky chase. What about the empty space within us,. And the one exceeding into outer space? There is still so much to know and explore. And yet we tussle in the familiar,.
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Rude Awakenings: March 2008
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Saturday, March 01, 2008. The universe is existent without us. We don’t give the universe meaning;. Rather we need to extract significance from it,. What sense can souls that cuss before they pray, make? So should we look above the minute details, of skin and hair? Listen beyond the politics of the human race. Feel past the comfort of a silky chase. What about the empty space within us,. And the one exceeding into outer space? There is still so much to know and explore. And yet we tussle in the familiar,.
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Rude Awakenings
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Monday, November 19, 2007. What was that sound? Was it a hiss under some feet? Or the sound of a crumpled autumn leaf? What was that echo? Was it a cracked window shield? Or the sound of a splinter into fleshy meat? What was that thump? Was it a dead deer on the street? Or the sound of an orphan getting beat? Unfortunately, it is an heart,. I love your poetry! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). What was that sound? Was it a hiss under some feet. View my complete profile.
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Rude Awakenings: September 2007
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Saturday, September 29, 2007. As dreams sat beside me,. I began to ignore,. Smashed to smithereens,. My courage refused to show. I craved and cried,. And now I began to ignore,. The few steps between us two,. Always never seem to go. It is a struggle to show,. But I began to ignore,. The effort to unite, is daunting,. Perhaps, since it might be unsure. As dreams instigated to leave,. I began to ignore,. The loss I would endure,. With nothing to hold. I tried and dragged,. And now I began to ignore,.
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Rude Awakenings
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Billions are swarming, as blood red and capital gr. View my complete profile.
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Rude Awakenings: 99.9%?
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. Today’s world history is being marked by innumerable cultural and economic battles, leaving only the innocent dead. In a time, where the separation between the rich and poor, the politicians and the commoners is increasing exponentially, is there still hope for peace? So, the question for humanity today is, will it be possible to accept the fact that we all are the same, irrespective of the vast superficial and cultural differences that less than 0.1% of variability causes?
