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The Power of The One

It amazes me that I can be so in love with her, and yet so very afraid to be in her presence, all at the same time. I can not escape it. I keep telling myself that it is only infatuation, and yet, in my dreams, in my thoughts while I am awake, in my heart and mind, she dwells...
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This is The Beginning

This is the beginning of this flow of thought and emotion. I just thought I would capture it while it is fresh. I bought, built, and filled a 5 shelf bookcase today. Now, that may seem like an ordinary thing, and it is, and yet, to me it is the beginning of a very focused, extremely organized and productive future. I...
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The Restless Musings of My Mind


Restless musings of my mind
All the answers, I seek to find.
Where she goes, and what I do to get there..
None, not one of us, seems to know.
For now, I sit, but soon, will go.
And then the vistas of sun and olives will be all I see.
Will any one of them miss even a...
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From The Blue Girl by Charles DeLint

"I've got classes with some of them, and they're always knocking down my books or pushing me in the hall. But I'm too scared to do anything."

"Which was the whole point of him hitting you"

"So how do you get brave?"

"You have to not care."

"But how can you not care?"

I shrugged. "It is only...
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There is not anywhere to begin..so I will just say that the last two days have stressed me out to the point where I just want to go far far away.
WHY? you may ask. Well let us see...

I have been sued, a judgement has been won. I now owe 1136 dollars for a credit card account on which I only charged 180 dollars,...
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The Spice is Worth the Price


Pretty pictures in my mind,
What I seek I will now find.
You and me through and in the midst,
Loving, laughing, holding, showing,
Deepest, everlasting..
Knowing.
Yes, I weep,
But, am weary of sleep.
I can not, will not, stay any longer,
My life is evolving...
Moment by moment getting...
Stronger.
You slap and punch me,
But, you...
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A bold and peace filled warrior



Like me you seek the night, to hold you, to need you,to make you whole.
Like a blanket of stones, rough and spikey.
I wander in the lust of moments lost to me.
I sit and plunder sanity.
I strike out at reason.
I, I, I
Always and forever I.
Forever alone. Forever lonely.
Not now, not when, not...
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Yes: I knew that your hands were
A blossoming clove and the silvery
Lily:
Your notable way
With a furrow
And the flowering marl;
But
When
I saw you delve deeper, dig under
To uncouple the cobble
And limber the roots,
I knew in a moment,
Little husbandman,
Your heartbeats
Were earthen
no less
than your hands;
that there
you were
shaping
a thing that...
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