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 Sitting here, staring out the window, at the concrete of this desolate highway. Tears welling in my eyes. But what for? I’ve forgotten how t... [read more] |
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The winds sweep across the plains of my soul, as the rain drops onto my heart. This storm is raging inside me, whenever we’re apart. ~ I’m l... [read more] |
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Love is an indescribable feeling, that doesn’t come with a price. But be careful who you give your heart to, that is my advice. ~*~ Jill ~*... [read more] |
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The wind, speaks a song of the soul. Whisking words through trees, across plains, and to my heart. Sending messages, to the deepest corners... [read more] |
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A caution sign is hung, above the door of my soul. Warning you, of my fragile heart. Made of glass. Easily broken, if put into the wrong han... [read more] |
 * WAYS ACROSS THE WAVES * There are many paths up the peaks .. myriad ways across the waves. The apple tree produces apples The pear tree'... [read more] |
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She told me that growing up as a Jew in Manhattan.... Christmas was a time to identify oneself as 'not with Jesus'.. so often she said 'not... [read more] |
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RANDOM POEMS 43 -saiom shriver- WHAT HURT JESUS MOST? What most hurt Jesus' heart? Was it the scourging? the crown of thorns? the carrying... [read more] |
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* WOUNDS ARE NOW WANDS Whether widowers, widows, never wed or wed, windkissed we wend along the winding way. What a wonder to see His wo... [read more] |
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over a sad oil painting of the thorncrowned Jesus' face a charistmatic leader strode in and painted space.. where had been darkness specifi... [read more] |
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As the sea does not hold onto stones but lets them gently fall, may Israeli soldiers not respond to the slingshots of the children of P... [read more] |
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INVIOLATE Roses are pink Violets are violet Our love for you is forever inviolate (to JBA) [read more] |
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RAVELLING The wind has blown away the cloud reveiling .. now seen is the none-reviling sun with rays all-revealing Whose dawn reveille i... [read more] |
 streaming for i don't know what reason i'm lying there's a reason for everything but admitting that means i care or do i? [read more] |
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In the forest so plush In the forest so lush near the cataract's gush near the waterfalls' rush where none are frightened by hunters' ambush... [read more] |