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You Are The One I think of the most.You know and carry unconditional love.You have experienced the pains of pains.When You're not in My presence to walk with Me;My mind carries You and holds You deep in thought.The pureness that grows from Good devours The...

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THE HOUSE THAT GOD BUILT				2/22/03




My soul resides in the house that God built, 
it was placed there with no shame, no worries, no guilt.

As long as I live there, I’ll be on easy street, 
Any and everything I need and want for will be handed...

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a day will come 
when all my anguish
will vanish
and my sadness
turn into happiness
free from the whips and chains
which feeds me with pains
far will i be
from the land 
of hatred and jealousy
from the life which inflict me 
with emotional agony
and cloths my path 
with tragedies and...

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The surrounding grounds were prairie grasses and brush.  Trees were 
scattered along the west boundary while the eastern area was furnished with a 
heavier growth of various kinds of trees.  Willows and buffalo berry bushes lined 
the bank.  If you were so...

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I first met her on a holiday at Shuklaphanta Wildlife Reserve. 
Love strikes me like lightning when I saw her, 
so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. 
It turns me inside out, 
and there was no going back from it. 
Once the thunderbolt hits,...

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For once, man, be serious
This is liberty hall, you know
And all the fairies want a tumble
Even though that is mother-in-law…
You shouldn’t miscarry injustice!

Sure, fad, I apologize, really serious:
I’m quite un-particular you see
About who goes west (if only 
to grow with the country 
or swell with...

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It seems that, more and more, I feel myself being drawn to face the dreaded realization that I am certifiably mentally ill, not just depressed, or anxious, or emotionally exhausted, but deluded, my sensibilities having strayed well beyond the boundaries within which normal people experience...

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My country is the beautiful sun
My country is not the hard winter
My country is an often green Eden
Always languid and tropical at dawn.

It’s a country where the crowing of roosters
Revives everybody every morning
It’s a country furnished with filthy slush and rocks
Where nature is a vast...

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Revolutionary  evolutionary
Heartful constitutions
Lovers constructing
Contributions contorts

Contours, all sides a winner
Armies of DREAMERS
WE are redeemers
Consecutive notions

If we begin we are beginners
Heavily measured DEVOTIONS
Affiliated positives
Once SCREAMED 

THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE
and the corners of the WORLD are
Furnished with a song not yet sung
Blessed be the...

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"Democracy don't rule the world, 
You'd better get that in your head; 
This world is ruled by violence, 
But I guess that's better left unsaid" - Bob Dylan


He sits on a throne well furnished with sweat, blood and tears
of many who have cursed and loathed...

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Castello di Amore  Parte 1

A million yellow bricks for you, 
Cut, from the quarry of my soul 
I work both day and night,
A willing lovers toll

Over lands, the stones I carry
To the place that you have found,
Blue skies and rich, loamy soil,
Our future promise...

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Let me take you back,
To a time trapped in amber.
When the World’s Fair weary,
Surely did clamber.

For a place to rest,
They came upon Mudgett’s.
Such inexpensive board,
Who could begrudge it?

Such a quaint little place,
To lay their labored heads.
Unless murderous intent,
Accompanied, purchased beds.

He would walk the floors,
Of his...

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Of lavish love the poets write
to whom their love bestow
But what of love 
and what it's like
to be the one who is adored?

I've known this staggered heart
an adoration one yields divine
and of this sacred sacrament took part
then retreated from its faith like mine

Once, before illusions...

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I think I just experienced first hand
Consciousness
Cradled in the bosom of epiphany 
Inspiration expunged from my fathers naval wake up call 
Calling all hands on deck make a break
My call to arms each day
Formative dream educed sleep filled eyes oh sound awake 
Was our lesson...

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Docked on an opposite shore,
peering through round portholes
as the river who flowed me to different landscapes
slips past, current furious:
not quite a pleasure cruise.
No swimming pools splashing over onto the smooth wood
of a polished deck furnished with plastic, 
but stormy excursions into the foamy sea,
threats of...

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