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 Solomon was busy judging others, when it was his personal thoughts that were disrupting the community. his crown slid crooked on his head.... [read more] |
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Comments Thunder. Listen as it rolls in from the not so distant East. Lightening flashing Mountains echo Kids start running Birds now r... [read more] |
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Stranger in the mist he calls out my name A voice so familiar yet his face I haven't seen You know me so well where is that you dwell I kno... [read more] |
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that still depth. Unveiling, before my hidden eyes... Your?... My?... Mystical Dispensation? I watch from a throne, One Hearts Pursuit, wit... [read more] |
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Let not our words, but our life, speak of the religions we follow. Let us all learn to live a life of simplicity and sympathy, of humility,... [read more] |
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Over my life in theatrical dreams, Periods in time, moments sublime, Passing events and blessings of gifts; over a lifetime of thoughts to l... [read more] |
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Their fire spead two continents, heating the ocean by thermogenic osmosis. Two souls, on a cosmic track? One ill-spoken word; and the hiss... [read more] |
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A written word, Voices heard, Magnetic sounds abound the earth. No word sparred, As thoughts are shared, Vibrations interwoven bared. Naked... [read more] |
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You pass by, and my years sigh. Stillness pervades my whole being as I watch you, and time becomes motionless. How did you invade a place in... [read more] |
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Through tears of fear I see no light You call to me to hang on tight To what? I ask for I can't see, Your hand that's just beyond my reach... [read more] |
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More deeply than the anatomy of my soul, Your Scent lingers; drifting up, and along the walls of my mind. Tear-laden cheeks, born from the... [read more] |
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The sun that once lite my way over the hills has set. No longer are the dew drops reflecting their beautiful splendor over the meadows in t... [read more] |
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Blueprinted Images on alabaster call to me through muffled echoes. Your distinct, paled memory persues and perseveres; clearing the ash... [read more] |
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Walk with me to The Majestic Garden. Here I will sing my last song to you. My last song is not of my own composition, nor of my own charact... [read more] |