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The Slippery Slope
Falling off a cliff never happens all at once - no, it’s the baby steps toward the edge, the day-to-day decisions over a lifetime that become the slippery slope… Filed under: Nature, Poetry, Self...
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You Could Be Home
Are you a nevermore, or a not yet? A foreign shore, or a safe bet? Who you could be is not written in stone; shovel the snow, and you could be home. Filed under: Courage, Dreams, Encouragement, Growth,...
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Soul Runs Empty
Soul runs empty, pants for bread, craves attachment, must be fed; convention’s trough won’t satisfy - O Christmas Son, will you supply? Born and laid in manger hay, feed our souls this Christmas Day. *...
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Grow Patience
Grow patience when you can’t grow fruit, and soul and heart will follow suit as character rears heaven’s taste in disposition wisdom-laced. * This apple tree waits patiently for the days of frost to...
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She Had No Idea
She had no idea she had it in her. There was no way to measure colour, texture, quality of light until she had been frozen, burned, eviscerated, undone. Now, on shivering legs, she takes her first...
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Unbend
Stiff with cold, he’s grown deaf - he no longer hears the cries of others; attuned to his inner demons, he turns his back on the masses, the empty bellies and outstretched hands. Pain blocks all sound....
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Seeking Specks
All this work seeking specks on snow is chicken scratch, for here I am, grasping for crumbs under the table, coveting the hem of Your garment when I am an invited guest at Your banquet table. I’m...
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The Secret Garden
There grows a garden deep within, in soul’s most secret soil, where ferns of fear and flakes of doubt can daintily uncoil. The seeds I plant in mindful ways take root and multiply, so if I want to...
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Labels
Labels are only skin deep. They cannot define your contents, nor capture your flavour, nor dictate your use. Your cells will shine best when used for their stated purpose, shaking out your true...
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The Friday Called Good
Which of me is real, and which is the hoax? Lies parading as truth, nightmares pretending to be certain, make down look high and sky resemble grave. Just such a grave once swallowed the Truth, spat on...
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A Lesser God
Unless the details of this life, those structures of the things I see, are faded by Your Glory-light, take back-seat to Your Majesty, my eyes will always think they’re true and fool my senses, charm my...
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Dazzling
Sometimes she’s afraid that one day she’ll wake up and her fractures will break her; dreams of integration, wholeness, elude and taunt her daymares. Only one Artist could find all her pieces and...
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Reason Swirls
Reason swirls in rippled tidal waves, schools of thought propelled along rip tides of random compulsion; Mind must master momentum or be dragged to Davy Jones’ locker, misled by swanky salesmen. Lies...
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Hearts of Stone
Hearts of stone cannot bleed; aortas and ventricles clog and contort, but will not spill their precious cargo. Hearts of stone may be islands, coastlines of security for the soul interred - but do not...
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The Shallow End of the Gene Pool
He just can’ t get past the shallow end of the gene pool - his thoughts are skipping stones, bouncing off a surface as smooth as glass. Any conclusions which need to be drawn are best left to the...
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O Murky Depths
O murky depths, you mesmerize; you pull me places I despise. Your vortex calls, compelling sound - but if I choose, I need not drown. Your siren song is but a lie, a quick-fix hoax, a warring cry. You...
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Broken...
Reblogged from Meanwhile, Melody Muses...: A crutch for your foot, A cane for your knee, I'll sign your cast for your neighbours to see. A mechanized chair And a ramp for your door, A tablet to take...
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Grassroots Growth
Brittle hands emptied out, crisp-crackled in the dying places, freeze-dried from the endlessness of to-do lists, the heaped up inadequacies of fertilizing failures, fold in prayer, the cry of a...
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Colour-Coded Freedom
Until the morning’s dazzle, she never knew the night had stripped her eyes of the ability to perceive colour, . and her blindness did not offend. She groped and cursed and stumbled but assumed that...
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If the Shoe Fits
If the shoe fits, step into your dreams, where Cinderella’s carriage is drawn by ingenuity, not horse-power, passion, not pumpkins, determination, not fairy dust. Filed under: Beauty, Courage,...
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