8 word story [and a picture]
wedding ring
melted for rent
he was clueless
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a summer haiku 4 him
girls playing on a zip line the scent of clover his voice merging with sunlight
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death be my lover
Fallen by Delerium on Grooveshark Death, be my lover tonight caress me with your bony fingers tear out my heart. Death be my lover tonight kiss me with your vacant mouth touch my soul. Death be my lover tonight crack me open with your hollow embrace taste my innocence.
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Today, I gave birth to my Father I held him close in my arms and kissed his forehead whispering, “I love you so much” and rocking him (so gently) Today, I protected my Father kept him safe, held and fed when He stumbled, I caught him (gentle hearts) Today, I disciplined my Father gave Him…
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the heart's seeds of fire
What sower strode across the earth, Which hands sowed The heart’s seeds of fire? Like rainbow’s bands they went out from his fists To the frozen ground, young earth, hot sand And there shall they sleep Greedy, and drink up our life And break it into pieces For the sake of a sunflower you don’t…
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soft and pink
Ragas In Minor Scale by Ravi Shankar & Philip Glass on Grooveshark last night, we spoke of ragas (and how they find their way to the end) we spoke of not being right (and the right to just be) we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones (and i trusted you a little…
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tools instead of weapons [heart + mind = grace]
I have a strong mind. I used to use it as a weapon. It cut, it slashed, it burned, it hurt. Then one day, I discovered where my true power lives (in my heart), and now I use my mind as a tool. Sometimes this tool destroys (mindfully) but often this tool builds and creates…
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