Love you, my love; see you over the rainbows.
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JOSEPH, SON OF JACOB
"A type of the Christ Soul, The Greater Self struggling Upward from below" Joseph in an Egyptian Prison is Christ come into the world, where he can meet the two peoples, that is, the Jew and the Gentile... After long suffering, first from the Ungoverned violence of activities which spring from true service, then through temptations from the affections of the natural man, then through Bondage and Pain, the Spirit is Freed and Glorified, ALL EGYYPT BOWS TO JOSEPH"
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Life can seem hard like diamonds, without a warmth of glitter -- petrifying~ a disappointed heart aged into stone -- but all such griefs will be shattered with time, mended into rainbows. Faith.
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Majestic heralds in form of misty fog silently convey the roar of yearning mountains.
The eternal silence of sea giggling n tickling the feet, display the clamor of a child. Dancing rainbows over restless waves invite for ballad.
Silently pouring rain wipes off the tears n fears, silent mentor calls on the terrace to show how quietly it washes off what's not desired.
Dense forests, gorgeous moon, twinkling stars......silence speaks
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up to my elbows remembering big fat wet delicious love. we were all over each other like something growing from the middle. we were each other's favorite thing to touch. suddenly she was gone, leaving only the tattoo of her love on my mind.
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Whenever we reach the milestone of advanced age: are we proud of our achievements, or do we regret being bonded by the commitment and not chasing after rainbows?
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The power of excellence, The strength in defeat is possessed only by those whose crossbows include indomitable will, focus and uprightness besides spectate, prospicience, strategy and strike.
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" Life bows to prayer,
Since everyone have some savior."
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"One day you'll see past the childhood curtains, and fairytale dreams of rainbows, clouds and the circus."
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Kindness opens doors, Love offers wings, smiles draw rainbows.
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I could paint rainbows with McGonagall, but I would rather walk through a real rainbow holding Plath's hand. [12.21.19]
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Phones are like elbows. They don't belong on the table.
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I would judge my sloppy contest entry~
With oink here, oink there, everywhere an oink~You see that pig with ink standing sentry~That's me going to market to get doink~Some have gifts to tie big words into bows ~I have an arrow that targets the slop~The grade to myself is that bacon blows~Though I sequel and squeal at every stop~
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When T and C bows a fiddle~ It's fun to watch the music diddle~ Eyebrows a snake at eaches riddle~ With all this hissing lost for piddle~ With their rising suns on the griddle~ Food for thought for those in the middle-
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