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new irish toast
May the days get better from here, And the rough times always be smoothed out. May the storm always be followed by light and the times that you Have the darkest night be followed by the warmest sun. May the … Continue reading
and return to me
as the energies converge again in time no one moment in place defines it doing the feelings a favor by existing reaching out to you once more each time I think of you is better talking to you until I … Continue reading
Posted in bliss, peace, poem, poems, poetry, temperature
Tagged #poetrypoems, all, do, go, ink, life, lot, main street
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wherever i go (cave voice)
calling softly from a cave i repeat my own inconsistencies in private splendor as it should be violence comes a calling simple and beautiful thing of oneness at the entrance to rock pausing it repeats the method and I am … Continue reading
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Tagged #poetrypoems, go, ink, life, poem
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remit life
Re-envision the last thing I drew Edit the emotions that stood still again Multiple ways I lost my way Intense as a memory can truly be Time has a way of coming back around Lists that are now a template … Continue reading
state of zen
Sky and birds, trees and clouds Times when may moments arrive Against the backdrop of mountains pure Taken for a ride on a memory train Eager to awake daily once again Only one pair of eyes perks me up From … Continue reading
ink
don’t want to even go out don’t want to even experience any mighty negative bullets of energy from the auras of strangers out in that disruptive experiment of a walk in the concrete forest we call life I can only … Continue reading