Tag: life
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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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Idols
We do not know how closely we hold our idols till they are torn away from us. With them come skin, hair, blood. They have grown into us, or we into them. Like a tree wrapped in wire, we take them into ourselves strangling slowly over decades. How it hurts. Being saved, the cutting away…
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The result of awkward interactions.
My brain is an idiot. For now it is too painful for me to admit that I am an idiot, I have no desire to be an idiot. In Fact I strongly desire to be clever, witty, gregarious. Yet I am none of these things. What wretch is responsible for these things? What evil villain…
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Perpetual Yearning
Perpetual yearning, the practice of dissatisfaction. What is there that so calls the soul away from its current rest. In us dwells that yearning. A calling to greater things, and so to things we look. Wrongfully. See I the sun, the grass, the moon, Yearn I for all, and more. See I the woman, I…
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The addictions of a blog
Posting anything, anywhere, at any time is an exercise in vanity. A flexing of those muscles of self-delusion and narcissism. The tumor of self love must be fed, and Ironically it feeds best off the love of others. Yet it cannot feast on real love. On those deepest closest friends who know my dark paths…
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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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dim poems
The hunt Bright are the eyes that seek to consume and deep the challenge that echoes across the valley. Run my prey, for what joy is there eating where there is not chase, and chasing where there is not fight. To you I give warning, lift your heels, pick up your skirts, wheel from the…
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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…
