Category: warmups
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Soul Song.
What are souls but music and stones. Through time my soul sits in my heart, a stone dead to the world, Unbroken and unbreaking. Awake my soul and sing. Stones turn, dust inhaling life. Sweet music pours forth, Too loud to be heard by mere flesh. As a rock splitting and water pouring forth So…
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Dark Waters
The moon Paints deep waters black, Broken blades of silver shattered by a soft breeze Ripples make valleys of blue white darkness Another step into the deep Water laps cold summer black Waist high now, heart strings double knotted on leaden weights. Pluck them and they will sing a mournful wail. Life is a chore,…
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Victory
I begin Up I shoot The sunfire rocks tells me of ease, “ Spend your strength here” Yet I save my strength, I twist and dance lightly griping with my hands, saving them. The first puzzle and past, I step with the lightness of a dancer. The grace of a bird flits in my hand…
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Purpose
Power in perfected form grows from thoughts of faith. What strength have I? What goodness is in my soul? I fall, willing, to evil. Yet power is brought forth, it is poured upon me. Purpose is my path. The Word is my light. Through freedom I dip my hand into that which is not my…
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Connection
I have an interesting conception of the word friend and what it means. For the longest time I myself did not understand how exactly to express this. Simply understood that I had very few “friends” Though I had a host of acquaintances and I liked and enjoyed a majority of those acquaintances. But I did…
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1 John 3:1
See how great. See how great a love the Father has bestowed upon us, that we would be called children of God. With what joy these words are shouted. With what passion, what love. Exclaim you, Declare. Shout, pontificate in momentous clamor, The Love of our Father. See you blind. Hear you Death. Speak aloud…
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Subtle signs, and failure to take them
Beating off the chaff In my youth I was a bright star, a simple child unused to the wiles of women. I have since learned. Though I possess no money, nor talent, nor beauty of form or face, they come. A small hoard, those lonely women who want, seek, crave, a man. Was It my…
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Future sight.
I have a tale to tell, all things in this tale are true, I exaggerate not at all. It is a tale of mundane magic, prophecies on a small scale. Deja vu. We have all lived and many of us have experienced that phenomenon called deja vu. A weird remembering of a moment that has…
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