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Aug.13.2013
You won't find me looking. I would avert my eyes in that moment, that instant just when you gaze in my direction, that way you can't tell the truth about me. You won't know I care either because when you say the right things, do the right things I'd stay aloof, rebuke you and even run away. Call me...
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Apr.03.2013
When we took our seats in the restaurant she was silent. "How do you know this?' she asked. " I don't. I see the path and follow it and then it gets me there. Then I know it was what I was meant to do." "Yes, but how do you trust it? I mean this path you talk of?" she enquired. "Can't tell you that...
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Feb.25.2013
The thoughts of a man leadeth him to sorrow or to joy. The thoughts of a man are binding or releasing. The thoughts of a man decieve or bare truth, they are gain or loss. The heart of a man leads him to his desires, it is the barometer that measures his aches or joys. The heart of a man can do one...
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Sep.28.2012
They said it would come at half four, I’ve been sitting here for hours on end and still no delivery. Still I know I made that order, I’m sure I got confirmation, my card details went in and I phoned to check so I’m sure it is due any time soon.     Time lingers along and it’s now...
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Sep.07.2012
It took me a while to figure out that the world was changing. The age of acronyms was superseding that of aphorisms. You could con a phrase, twist it one way and then the next and before long you were texting rapidly in an unknown language that had descended upon the horizon as if you’d walked into...
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Aug.01.2012
What I’m looking at is a small vase, the size of a button, how this was created is hard to imagine. What purpose it serves leaves me traversing boulevards, walking vineyards and humming to radio tunes one only remembers in a traffic jam. I’m not done yet with you a part of me cries still I’ve got a...
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Jul.31.2012
The hardest thing to do sometimes is exposing what you know to others. What would they do with it? Would they abuse it or take it and become better than you? Isn’t it yours for keepsakes? I mean, common you worked so hard to get to where you are just for someone else to step in and count their...
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Jul.25.2012
Purer is the wind that bloweth the trumpet Lighter is the step that trampleth the waters Greater is the man that standeth before thee Sadness is the song that playeth in his heart   My house of mourning cometh before the morning star Bravo! They haileth from the hills afar off; Purpose serveth...
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Jun.01.2012
Often taken to entertain the premise of what he sees. If they come out right he rushes to show others, if they don’t he hides them from the universe. Is there a purpose behind this ploy?       I have known the world he says, been in it, dealt in it, wept in it and shed...
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Feb.21.2012
     ‘I hate you father, I hate you for leaving me!’ Timmy hissed quietly to himself. I am so mad! I am so angry! Mum does not understand! He clenched and unclenched his fists as he beat on the ground. I am my own man and no one but me knows what’s best for me. I have lived my life...
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Jan.30.2012
When I got to the gates the first time and said who I was, it wasn’t whom I was but who I thought they wanted to hear it was. No doubt I got through, as this did not depend on me still though I remained lost. I could barely find the switch in this dark room. When I got to the gates the second time...
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Jun.07.2011
You could believe that the worse thing you could do is listen to the word of someone else, a stranger for that matter. They are not clairvoyant I hear you say. You could also believe that the worse thing you could do was take it for granted that you are not yet beyond your sell buy date, that your...
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Jun.04.2011
He took the dictionary and smashed it hard on the table shattering the glass beneath and scattering the beads that lay in the saucepan. He turned, reaching and then looking for it. He was moving, snatching the phone and throwing it violently against the wall listening to the sound of breaking metal...
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May.29.2011
I am not held captive by the body that surrounds my existence. On the contrary I know very well that I direct and tell it what to do and how to think. This has been the case from its inception even though it took us a while to get to this place. Today it listens to me, applauds my reality. It...
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May.20.2011
All along I thought this inferred I was responsible. That what I had started, created would have a rippling effect and make others follow in my footsteps. It began with a phone call I received on a Saturday morning. It was simple,   ‘You are needed,’ followed by ‘the client has asked for you...
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