Tag: warmups
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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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Hopelessly inept conversational agility.
Stepping on toes, stumbling through hedges. I fall upon my own sword before it is even drawn. A feat of such miraculous clumsiness it might be worth the telling. Oh words, why must you fail me. Friends of paper and ink flee me not. Yet words are not at fault, the great betrayer is the…
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More musings on road blocks
a rough musing this time around, I don’t feel like editing it. so don’t judge me to harshly. Nothing crushes the spirit of progress more than the understanding that you are writing trash. I have a desperate fear that I am not on the right path. My writing is waning, not waxing. No eloquence is…
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warm ups, ray Bradbury
lately I’ve been reading something wicked this way come. Which seems to be written more as a poem than a story. I enjoy his descriptions of things, I sometimes imitate that describing things by feeling rather than by site practice which he employs. I’m not sure if it makes for a good story though. The…
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ramblings while full of writers block.
Rich in terms of self proclaimed wit I carry myself up the hill of pride riding waves of caffeine to its summit. Behold, look upon the land and see that everything in the light is yours! But what of those places in the darkness? That valley of success, the halls of fame? No myself, You…
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Silliness the first word
For some reason when I sit down, pull up my chair, settle my hands upon the keys, take that breath, the release of which I will use to breathe life into a creation of words. For some reason the release of that breath always begins with “ Righteously”. When beginning a poem, my first thought…
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