Tag: life
group name: wordpainting
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May 29, 2007 11:29 PM EDT --
Today I had lunch with friends and it was strange and uncomfortable. We have lived in the same area most all of our lives. We have seen marriages and divorces, kids being born, and even cried . . . more
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July 20, 2008 11:00 PM EDT --
The robin's alarm and the crow's rude cackle are all to be sensed...
The world still sleeps, except for the birds of pre-dawn...
So complete is the darkness here, no laws exist, . . . more
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June 25, 2008 12:25 PM EDT --
You learn as a parent ... continually. And usually it's a lesson on your shortcomings.
One recent lesson starts like this: Kids have moods for the same reason we all do. Because sometimes you . . . more
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July 07, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
See the sly boy's face...
Between the thicket of two pines...
Look up, see the sunshafts...
Busting through branches, through leaves and tangle...
Of maple fronting . . . more
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July 17, 2008 10:46 PM EDT --
He's quite certain that his parched throat, his squint means no disrespect to the sun.
Morning breaks and with comes the bravery of songbirds seeking food
It humbles him ... . . . more
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September 12, 2006 03:33 PM EDT --
LIFE FORCE
Sun fuelled brilliance
leaf captured,
transforms into green life juice,
comingles with
nuitriant sustanence
sucked from the dark loamy earth
capilloried upward, magically
fuses into
riots . . . more
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August 24, 2006 08:37 AM EDT --
Like a seed bursting through the soil,
like a bud flowering into smiles,
like an aged root tearing a slab of concrete apart
every next move in my life . . . more
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August 09, 2006 09:31 PM EDT --
Out of touch,Ouch!
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August 04, 2006 07:08 PM EDT --
There comes a time in most peoples' lives that requires we look back before we can take another step forward. It is the time to truly look at ourselves for the very first time; without the lies . . . more
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September 04, 2006 12:24 PM EDT --
It is the end of all endings and the beginning of all beginnings. An intersection in time where the flow reverses. Where what was flowing away begins flowing towards.
Such moments are profoundly healing. . . . more
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August 21, 2006 12:34 AM EDT --
My tears fall into the ocean, I become the ocean, My waves pull you, Pull you closer, My saltiness fills your lungs, Lights flicker like a thousand suns, Surrender to me, You're like a riverboat in . . . more
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October 11, 2006 11:21 AM EDT --
Cereal Killer: Breakfast gulped down quickly.
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September 04, 2006 03:16 PM EDT --
Type writer.
Type of type writer.
Type of type writer writer.
Typer of type writer type.
Writer of
Nonsense.
lines lines lines
line us up
in rows rows rows.
life . . . more
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December 08, 2006 10:27 AM EST --
Listening in the Dark
A slamming door
And stomping feet,
The peaceful silence broken
Angry yells
“I got you Bitch”,
Crying words are spoken
Soothing . . . more
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September 17, 2006 01:16 PM EDT --
Welcome to Sunday, and for those of you who have not visited the Writer's Block before, greetings.
I tend to read a lot of fantasy, Robert Jordan a favorite author, Terry Goodkind another. . . . more
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July 26, 2007 08:27 PM EDT --
All is not well in suburbia
when at midnight you arise
to find a jackhammer tearing the street
and a backhoe lunging into the asphalt;
You block your ears to the noise and know
you will not sleep because . . . more
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December 18, 2006 10:52 AM EST --
for Barbary Chaapel, world weaver with no wasted words, for me perhaps Gather's finest poet of archived perception.
I slide my robe on like a sly robot
executing a crafty HAL 9000 command
and leap . . . more
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June 23, 2008 10:55 PM EDT --
The girl at three and a half refuses to see limits. Parents try to set deadlines for eating, bathing, sleeping.
They warn her how the brick she's holding in her small . . . more
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September 15, 2006 05:32 AM EDT --
Tried to post this a moment ago and the God's of cyberspace decided to eat my post. Anyway, up late here (cannot sleep) and went over to one of my favorite spaces to check on an article I'd . . . more
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August 11, 2006 03:25 PM EDT --
Everybody
wants to remain
forever young,
and never,
no, not ever
grow old.
Remember,
Remember this.
We are forever silver.
We are forever golden.
And our story
will never,
no, not ever,
really
be told. . . . more
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