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. Just now. I heard another one went down today. One I have taught. One I have mentored. I didn't teach him how to die. So where did he learn that lesson? So why... More »
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. I am a soul of Spirit, Never said a mantra, Never been a pilgrim, Never listen to a sermon, Never seen God in a vision. I feel It under my sole walking, I... More »
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. I ponder this glass and contents, That Trinity serves me. Strange combination of teapot thundering whistle, Screams across the desert as a banshee. Viscous fire-stormed mushrooms, Symbolically and darkly entice thee. Dreading to quaff... More »
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A wonderful discussion between Hapiness and I ensued after comments posted on the poem/thread Report from the War Zone At Home . Hapiness encouraged me to post some of the discourse for others - "I... More »
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I am horrified by my consciousness collapsing. Even though I am open minded and free, like a bashful nocturnal scurrying from daylight, my sentience a clandestine slipping away. Yes, the primitive madness begins its... More »
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SORROWFUL PAIN. WEEPING WAR. A primal burning swells from the core. ANGER. HATRED. IMPATIENCE. Pain is caused, pain must be repaid. A primitive being hurts, an ego is sore, Instincts fostered through the... More »
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. Red flowing. Ironic, the cost of freedom is often life’s nectar. Red ebbing. Ironic, that price paid is the same for both despots and patriots. Red flowing. Ironic, the true martyr passes with nary... More »
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