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 I really wanted to embrace Zen but it was all out of my reach. I gave it up to get closer to Jesus and all I got out of... [read more] |
 THERE'S TOO MUCH COMMON NONSENSE GOING ON THERE'S NOT ENOUGH COMMON SENSE DON'T DO IT THAT WAY DO IT THIS WAY THAT WAY WOULD MAKE TOO MUCH S... [read more] |
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Past the windswept mountain ranges of the west Saharan islands Deep down into clay earth imbued with sadness There they lie with the... [read more] |
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I lost myself in dull sensations Forest fires, incantations The poetry of muses left I had no sense of Jesus spells My words t... [read more] |
 و ذات يوم بينما كنت اقلب الصفحات… خطفتني سترة زرقاء… نظرته.. و لم يكن حتى يناظرني… شعرت ب رجولته… و لم اعلم بانني كنت أحادثه هنا و هناك د... [read more] |
 My prayers are answered again. As soon as I let Him in, He gave me the strength to take the risk. He gave me a shot even I couldn't miss, an... [read more] |
 This was my moonday. In the dark sky, love to takea leap? Who was a drunkard?I don't think aboutmyself to create something new.Why did you c... [read more] |
 In the quiet shadows of their minds, they dwell, Where whispers of doubt cast a lingering spell. Unseen chains forged in the heart of despai... [read more] |
 how cluttered is that corner fiendishly fishing out the old Dimweel ack! attacked with a weet wacker during the interim on my waypoin... [read more] |
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For today’s blessing I thought it would be neat to yield my pen to one of the Niitsitapi tribe We gave them the name Blackfeet:... [read more] |
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For our first full day in Glacier these two old children of the sun thought it would be fun to get up early before the crowds …and he... [read more] |
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PAX RANA HOLLOW MAN SO FEABLE WITH BLANK LOOKS IN HIS EYES HOLLOW MAN MANY VULTURES STANDING AT HIS SIDES HOLLOW MAN CREATES THE BEGI... [read more] |
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monsoon of monstrous magnitude after all, you saw the stolen secret dedicated to my desk for the rest of the day the key to my heart…... [read more] |
 Verse 1ReflectionsAll we have becomeOn opposite ends Of a shattered spectrumBreaking each otherFor reasons whyTo findNo one seems To ever bo... [read more] |
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In the hush of dawn, where shadows weave, A silent seed, the earth does cleave. No fanfare marks its tender rise, Yet there it blooms beneat... [read more] |