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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A grain of Sand A grain of shifting sand, lying upon life’s shore. Captured –carried within turbulent winds, doth soar into the unknown ether, until, tis no more that created this heart, a heart became so sore. There isn’t the heart – would never even the score !, only try to understand ?, that what has come before has created these stone walls, walls without a door through which one might find what is in store for this heart that seeks to touch this spirit once more. Fairy tale Life – fairy tales from our active imaginations. Stories created, that direct us towards our destinations. Stories we create, eventually showing us our limitations upon this, our journey into the realms of fascination, the energy, the force, the essence that drives us to creation in this world, a world for many lives, in subjugation of self, of soul, of spirit – life’s forces in domination !, should we not be capable of reaching a realization that all there is, is our mind’s manipulation of, and into what may become our next evolution and what could become our final solution on our path, the pathways of convolution that may lead us to some kind of conclusion as to which road we journey upon towards – evolution. B. J. “A” 2 March 29th 2008 Life’s Barbs A lovely – cogent, fettle – without a rudder to steer. Darkness the only music, from her eyes I am able to hear. Darkness the only sound, coming, that penetrates my ear. It’s the void that punctures, permeates all that I fear, fear that keeps you from reaching out, from coming near. Minimal sounds come to express, to communicate what lies within the recesses, what may your fate be, as your mind closes in on you, nothing to state of that which you, your thoughts, feelings have to lie in brings a pain I feel, a passion for- nothing- it is a sin. Would I, could I hold open those closing doors on the light – once so bright – settle the scores that fate has locused – focused it’s place of destiny, that place you have to trek alone – for all eternity B. J. “A” 2 March 31st 2008
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