Tag: living
group name: wordpainting
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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 25, 2007 01:20 PM EDT --
Once a quarter or so, I write a newsletter for an interior designer client of mine, Todd Richesin. He is amazingly talented and several of his projects have been featured in Southern Living.
One . . . more
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October 07, 2006 10:51 PM EDT --
Do we kid ourselves? We support the war in Iraq, and soldiers die in the desert sands. We oppose the war and those soldiers keep dying as the world watches on.
We march in protest, . . . more
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September 04, 2006 05:39 PM EDT --
we all sigh when a tree dies
and when leaves dissolve to dust
we all cry when our time flies
but the circling cycles must
continue writing on the lines of time
and we, our poems keep scratching
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June 13, 2007 09:37 PM EDT --
Sit, stand or walk—I wait.
On the shore, I peer out over gray seas, squinting.
Does he return today? Will he come as the sun fades? Does he return with the day’s new light?
I wait. . . . more
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November 15, 2006 03:40 AM EST --
I'd Like To - But I Can't <h3 style="" class="post-title"></h3>
I am trying to draw;
post cards and layers
of messy paper with
scribbles cover the table – . . . more
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September 09, 2006 11:03 PM EDT --
In this World I live alone
Inside of myself
Destiny unknown
I live alone
Inside of myself
The World I create
From within
My soul a bright light
Amongst many dim
Such beautiful creations
Of a . . . more
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October 23, 2006 03:45 AM EDT --
I found some very interesting and slightly weird/disturbing photos from a museum somewhere in Europe, I'm not sure exactly where or what museum. I could only understand part of what I was reading because . . . more
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August 19, 2006 02:41 AM EDT --
Pain Cycle
By William Morrow Tracer written 9/14/2004
Pain!
Now my closest companion,
Most when I arise to walk,
Lips tremble,
Mourning lost mobility.
So few . . . more
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August 21, 2006 02:06 PM EDT --
Rains of August
Empty bottle of wine
Bruised egos
Used tissues
Clouds of illusion
Reign of pain
A time to remember
A time to forget
Freedom to never surrender
A love to never regret
Hanta . . . more
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September 14, 2006 11:42 PM EDT --
I just read a poem. It touched me so. So much I can't write much more. Tears won't let me. It reminded me of my son. A son I haven't seen in over twelve years. . . . more
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August 20, 2006 03:33 PM EDT --
HIYAH.................he said.
SAKARA.......she reaplies.
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September 07, 2006 01:05 PM EDT --
Sitting In The Traffic
Early June. I hated appointments. I hated anything that kept me out of my gardens; away from the great windy hill I lived on, amidst gravestones and beneath . . . more
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November 15, 2006 01:37 PM EST --
As you know, I love to share my daughters poetry..
with her permission of course and
this is just another one I love
that came today:
US
turns out we
all were orphans;
looking for validation,
parents . . . more
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August 20, 2006 08:57 PM EDT --
Dew yew solemnlease wear to tell thee truth and nut thin butt thee truth sew hell pew God?
Stopping to think for a moment about counsel to not swear by anything holy.................................. . . . more
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November 19, 2006 02:25 PM EST --
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October 21, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
Old , wise Oak
So tall, so bare,
But one lone leaf
Still hanging there.
Brown and tattered,
Curled and dry,
Clinging to memories
Of Autumn passed by.
Old, wise Oak
So tall, so . . . more
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October 26, 2006 12:40 PM EDT --
I heard a story once, about a guy that had been feeling a bit rundown. So he went to the doctor. After the check-up, the doctor gave him some bad news- telling him he had only a year . . . more
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December 22, 2006 10:02 AM EST --
I Am II
I am my maker
string of
my fingers
thread my
loom...
I am rhythm
taking flight
soaring...
counting my
feathers...
I am pattern
imprinted
entwining
seeding and shelling
a soul . . . more
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