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Luck Is the Wave Emitted By Design

luck is the wave emitted by design it loses itself in the wake that wanders into the horizon never to be heard from again questioning only drives away the purpose behind acceptance there are things in this world that just are why i see myself when i touch you as a falcon perched upon your wrist a bond deeper than Earth can hold a knowing only a universe could ever really understand where frailties find no purpose the bonded find all the answers when i touch you i am the falcon upon your wrist luck is the wave emitted by design the gift of death is in the kiss bequeathing eternity long promised within the birth luck in the wave of design have you ever been working lost in the lines, come to realize there is another guiding the dice cup OKC 10/22

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Joe Maverick

Date: 10/12/2022 9:05:00 PM

The below comment by LAF might lead people Beleive Life is just a crap-game Timothy..' Just a Little levity there; Alice.' Now to the serious stuff.' It's all real..That's why we term it reality.' And Then these is super-reality (That is what we will Encounter) when we leave this temporary world I used to think the halfway thoughts realitys? How can I explain it? I was an unwritten page That accepted the marks of others biro's blots Stains, and I could not join the dots.'

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 11/10/2022 6:19:00 AM

LOL Joe. Mystery surrounds us - I was thinking of an ending scene of MIB, as Earth disappears into a vast galaxy with a game of marbles in progress. Alice

Timothy Ray
Date: 11/9/2022 2:17:00 PM

in the quantum world that lies below us, space and time do not exist, which is what it was before the Big Bang....long my contention something in that void moves it all...and when i write, sometimes my lines seem foreign, and they are....i feel that presence...i nurture it...and know intimately that the veil is not impenetrable...in fact, it can be very much a love affair...one that speaks of what is to come in the gift of Love

Joe Maverick
Date: 10/12/2022 9:08:00 PM

Yet after Asking seeking praying, things became clearer There is still mystery, yet there is One to lean upon and not My own understanding,' God bless be well.' That means you Alice as well.'

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 10/10/2022 10:52:00 AM

Yes, and who is holding all the marbles. Nicely penned Timothy :) Linda

Timothy Ray
Date: 11/9/2022 2:18:00 PM

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