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• Help in Diapers

  March 13, 2010

  • No hope for the day, Out of stock by noon. The bedroom is more dangerous Than a battlefield.. Could not stay, It could be anytime now.. The vortex in the streets again, Where are we going? This treadmill that laughs and laughs.. Hope is coming next month, Call us to check.. Should I hibernate? It's not even winter yet.. Shhh.. Reverence to the chaos, please. Popcorn? No thank you, my heart is in ...
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• Moonstone

  March 13, 2010

  • I can be recognized in a crowd by a large circular moonstone pendant I wear all the time. It is the first I could buy from my savings sixteen years ago.. I couldn't wait to buy it, my mother had a moonstone pendant too, and my grandfather had a moonstone ring that looked rather feminine- something I came to notice only when I grew older..My grandfather used to tell me that all moonstones are the ...
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• Pain

  March 13, 2010

  • Pain.. Such a strange standing men have to pain.. Had I been their creator, I would be confused, Maybe even amused, My reproach so much greater To see pain Driving them the opposite way, To see them suffer In vain.. Life to man is to hold a red hot iron bar, And to say, "I have to, this is sacrifice, I must compromise, I cannot turn away.." Pain was created to repel from the painful, So ...
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• A Place Called My Life

  March 13, 2010

  • They say the sky is too far, And the earth is right beneath our feet. Then I must be a star Sent to live on earth, or an earthworm Marooned on Jupiter, Or a species, extinct and obsolete, Or a spirit with a forgotten memory In human form, For I converse with the moon, My sky corones my head, And the urban asphalt is too cold, Too dead, My earth talks with my soles. Find me a road that winds with ...
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• Celestial Emotions

  March 13, 2010

  • The clouds assembling, Uncertain, hesitating... The air charged with tension, My eyes are restless, Watching the scene in anticipation.. The negotiations pulsating through the particles And into me... I spring to my feet in agitation And start to pace.. I feel like a cloud, Like a jurist, And one of the people around, Prosecuter and convict all at once, And the advocate for mercy.. But this is ...
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