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Home Is Where The Heart Is, so home can come to you....

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I call my apartment (my home) my nest, with this and that collections and beloved stuff displayed: Oh, when within my nest I am not stressed, where my art supplies, books and papers are arrayed; and it is a place where my soul- can rest. There is a beautiful kitty that waits, when I open the door I...

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Home is where the Heart is by Robert J (Bob) Moore (c) 2020 Home is where the heart is, I’ve heard many people say but I find that I leave my heart, in many places along life’s way My heart is in the land of my birth and in the land which I now know with relatives...

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When sadness comes crawling Sling it to the sewers When self doubt keeps calling Block its number When the harsh words keep pouring Put up your umbrella Park your worries On that deserted street Let fear be its company For the two will surely meet. Home is where your heart lives A safe, accepting place And if someone...

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"Home is Where the Heart Is" Savages behind closed doors Civilised but wild animals sharpening claws Humanity tries to escape itself can’t run away from finding "TRUE HOME" behind closed doors Now opening windows fresh air escaping shadows Legs splayed and arms wide breathe "LIFE" in for once, we are empty vessels noisy prisoners in our own skin Soul seeking Soul peers through the vitreous humour 99% water, salty the Soul...

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Home is where the heart is… They say that home is where the heart is… If the heart is hollow and dusty then its home will always be dull and lifeless If the heart lacks security and a desire to be loved then its home will always be treacherous and isolated If the heart lacks joy and peace then...

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I have returned to my island home . Work has brought me back this way. So much has changed since Irma passed this way. I wander the streets in utter dismay. Gone are the shops and the reefs where I use to swim and play. They say the island never forgets their native sons and...

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If home is where the heart is, Then I must truly be at home with you, Because my heart longs to be with you from here on out. If home is where my heart is, Then forever shall my heart be with you, Because I only feel most at home when I am with you....

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No Place Like Home Spider webs, lichen… Fairyland at best, makes up A humming birds nest ...

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I’m longing for a place that I belong This need for comfort is constant and strong They say that home is where the heart is and that’s where I want to be With all the falling leaves beneath the apple tree I want to roll around in the leaf piles and breathe in the fall air This place that I...

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like a kid in a candy store im told by myself , you could look but you cant touch. embraced the feeling of an outcast sometimes i feel like the only lonely hand with no other reaching out to clutch. i take a deep breath and then i sye. windows to the soul is out of my control...

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like a kid in a candy store im told by myself , you could look but you cant touch. embraced the feeling of an outcast sometimes i feel like the only lonely hand with no other reaching out to clutch. i take a deep breath and then i sye. windows to the soul is out of my control...

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When the rain rages fiercely upon the window panes, through a cold howling wind sending ice through my veins, rarely do ever I feel so alone, as when missing you here in the place we called home. Sometimes it seems I can still feel you here. To this old faithful heart you are still ever near. But now it's not warm in our bed...

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Home of an Intangible Heart Do you have a heart to hard to touch? Things keep colliding and very much Why be out in space like a big asteroid Or hemorrhoid that you want to avoid. Why have some people raged and raged? Yet enjoy and prefer things to be aged Even if for brief time or a short stint God is my...

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I climbed to the top of the pile of hearts Marching softly over each quivering mass As I ascended, I crushed each thought bubble Eliminating doubt Continuing up a sheltered path that swallowed my shadow Stepping over wild flowers that knew I was coming I was visited by awareness If I vaulted from this pile I could fly I leapt, soaring with a...

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