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Frosty ground, full moon, shadows of deer.
Elk bugles and wolf howls filling the air.
Traces of magic in each gentle moon beam cast down to Earth
Frosted air blowing from nostrils of game lying nearby.
Behind the house, silence surrounded the woods.
Careful not to disturb I start walking back home
Looking at pines glistening with the white of winter's first frost.
Little streams of silvery light lead the way.
Where to? No one but the soul knows.
The heart leads you to unimaginable places away from the freeways of life.
Starlight slowly washes away stress and pain leaving a feeling of wholeness
and relaxation.
As if stars were controlled by loved ones past.
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Splash!
Down for another dive
But wait!
What is this?
No fish?
No turtles?
No sea life?
Just plastics
Plastics and dead coral!
Our oceans destoryed
My lifelong hobby gone.
Sea creatures kept behind glass
where grubby fat hands tap at them
staring with widened gazes
Sadness is not a strong enough word
Not strong enough to describe what we have done.
Protectors of the earth?
More like destroyers of habitats.
Don't let this nightmare become truth.
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Like quilting our lives start small with only a few patches.
As we make progress in life our patches start to form a quilt.
As we make accomplishments the quilt grows.
As we make mistakes, the material fades, becomes stained or tears.
Some stains are so bad that they must be taken out.
This leaves noticeable differences in the pattern.
At the end of our lives we start finishing the last stitches of the quilt.
We look back on it and see the joys, the pains and the just plain weird.
Some make us smile and laugh.
Others make us sad and tears may fall.
How ever big or small the quilt is depends on you.
Adventures, deaths, relationships, they each have a special place on the quilt of life.
What will your quilt look like?
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Sleep.
Long lay thou in gentle slumber
No kiss shall wake thou now
In peaceful slumber,
Travel to the place angels tread
Sleep now thy beloved uncle
Join the angels in song
May peace, joy, and comfort stay forever in your soul.
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She smiled brightly through the day.
Then locked herself away.
In her room she spent her days
hoping for a better way
she finally ceased her stay on Earth.
Her final verse,
"why did everyone hate me?
All I wanted
was a friend."
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Its easier to quit then to stay in the flames and fight
but sometimes standing in the hot coals and flames
is better than backing out and quitting
even though the road is tough, there is the end where you realize,
"hey, I'm NOT a loser"
"i won"
"I fought through this and made it out"
"a better and stronger person."
I'm walking through those flames of hell
knowing that someday the fire will die
And it will die
That day
I will come out of the wreckage.
I may be burned, battered and broken
but it will be the day I scream at the top of my lungs
"I AM VICTORIOUS. I HAVE SURVIVED AND NOTHING CAN STAND IN MY WAY NOW!"
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Beautiful
Dangerous
Deadly.
Winter’s spell is magical
Winter’s grasp is dangerous
Winter’s blizzards are deadly
The few who venture out,
Fewer come back
Every creature hides in their shelters
All the children curl up inside
All parents pray for the peace of light snow
Yet, here, where the winter snow blows with deadly force
And the view is little
I still find beauty and peace in standing beneath the gentle, fast falling flakes.
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Beautiful butterfly
Do not worry
Though your wings are damaged
I will help you fly.
You will have a place to stay
And sweet nectar to drink
You will not have to worry of predators.
For I will protect you.
Even with my dying breath.
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Dear father,
Make me new
Mold me, shape me, make me into what you wish
Help me to rid myself of the profanities and temptations that wrack my soul.
I fear not making it to the promised land
Never to stand by the side of fallen family.
I pray as I stand under the steaming, streaming water
I beg to be made anew
I ask for forgiveness of all the wrongs.
Help me to make all the wrongs right
And all the sins pure once more
Make me new.
Make me how you wish to see me
Make me to be your servant and sister
Holy son and father make me as you like
Help me to be made anew.
Help me dear son and father.
If not famous or a poet or teacher
Make me in your likeness and help me to stay pure.
Help me to do what you wish for me to do
Help me to feel your guiding hands leading me down the path of light
Help me to see the temptations and not to fall into them
Help me to do what is right.
Help me help the misguided as some have done for me
I beg of you to help me see the world and people how you see them
I pray that I may one day again see the light.
I, a sinner, kneel before you praying, asking, begging, to be whole and new.
Amen
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How to fix a broken heart?
You can't
Like glass
Once broken
Little pieces remain missing forever.
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