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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~ (~) ~ . .. ... .... ... .. . . . ......... ........ ....... ............... ............... ............... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... ....... [[[POEM]]] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0AcHR_0PzU http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkrCMI2fXTo&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8OcQ9A-5noM&feature=related Evermore-vivid the-brazen soul confused belittled, frightened... torn - applauding one the other each brimming with pride carried alone by one another, their unholy banter sealing their fate dividing the-majority of-this- world as-it-is and could-be, ruling the day, blaring - as I am finding today now for myself... it to be an-airy and-ever flimsy-refuge that leads only to an even- more-complete, and ever-perfect; ignorance! The simple babbling parades on by beside me down below and-honestly, I feel-it now as well to-be so-futile; painfully-shallow... ! Their muffled-peeps, hopeful-bellows for-freedom, lifting about the day can be heard in-their shells echoing softly the silent cries of the frustrated yet-still-quite- lively, Mama Bluebird! Father-keeping-watch high-on-a-tree next-to-them close- by - weeping - She wails now I see there's movement. Some children run, tripping over-themselves always falling as they go... welded- together their-souls-purpose gracious-eyes granted-them from their greater origin sewn within them held back forced down further within them, yes... kept shut, each by the hands of the other it's a cumbersome, fruitless proposal over time, but for myself I know hope itself lye open for all each a life of quiet joy; and tender moments of-ponder - but they won't see now like me the wondrous moment sadly, when first each new tiny little Bluebird, imprints their flection of-themselves; for themselves, of their Father and Mother; God, the world, each other - still I pray, can only hope someday they take the time truly; it's-quite-enlightening! [[[Author Notes]]] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdTBml4oOZ8&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sF1hIaHKANk&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xLdpM01inM&feature=related "Link below; man physically disabled ("He's "BIND!") proving that sometimes the weakest-proof; is visual-site; because of mans "DISABILITY" he in fact feels; even more-so - what He sings." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbGKQ8YASCY ~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~(~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~ (~) ~
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