Leslie Musoko | Leslie Musoko
Jul.12.2010
Gratitude is a sparkle, a tingling effect that has a blending of joy with tears. It is colorful through our veins as we shudder from sudden reactions to an internal glow of warmth and cold simultaneously. For me in the spiritual sense the only time that this is possible in our atmosphere and...
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Jul.09.2010
I stumble though the void breaking the surface into another world and fly freely as has become the habit of the spirit. This place may be earth but I am traveling so fast and can’t see very much to make links with the world I live in. I maintain a limited vision through the air happy again to be...
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Jul.05.2010
Boy! Where did that time go? Couple of days ago I came across three men talking about me. They didn’t know I was listening. I know I shouldn’t have stayed but who can blame me, I was curious and had to see where the conversation would lead to.
“Do you think he would ever understand who we...
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Jul.03.2010
The shapes do not change in my dankness as I feel my bones search for words of wisdom. What am I missing and why this soliloquy? I chisel through thought and counter thought for no given reason considering that I have already accepted my fate whatever this might be. I know I am residing in the...
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Jul.01.2010
I grew up in a town that looked like it had long been forgotten by civilization. Structure had been given to the town by the volcanic mountain that resided almost one hundred miles into the forest. Through its seismic symphony the mountain had purged lava that flowed through the town leaving huge...
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Jun.28.2010
Don’t you just hate it when you’re wrong but then again if you are always right then shouldn’t you be worried? We had been leading up to this moment for days but I thought that it would never come to this. To my knowledge I had let June have her own way most times we argued and each time I felt...
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Jun.25.2010
By the time I was sixteen reading had become one of my favorite past times in life. I think I must have completed my first story book when I hit six. With the help of my mum I had read through the simple bed time stories that all children warm to and my first book was in the bag. Four years later I...
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Jun.03.2010
I have watched the years tumble by like a small rock rolling down a hill into an ocean. The years we stay on this earth are so small compared to the miracles that wait for us in the spiritual world. Yet we fight desperately to hold on to everything we have as though the ocean of life we roll into...
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May.31.2010
Do you ever feel that you ought to save something for that rainy day? Well I save thoughts, memories, for when there is nothing going on upstairs, when my brain decides to give up on me and when I need something pleasant and simple to feast upon. Here is one of those thoughts, from a time past, a...
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May.29.2010
The nature of his voice was a humdrum. Anyone listening to him would think we were in a séance reaching out into the unknown and pursuing a satanic course. I listened to my friends cousin speak in an incomprehensible language to us and I decided that it was time for me to leave. The morning was...
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