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I was Born with Tar.... on my Heels.... I was Born a Volunteer.... I was Born a Dew Drop on The Petal.... of a Yellow Rose.... I was Born a quiet Soul....Knowing words Have a great Power....They Can Mend that which is Torn.They Can Sow the Knowledge.That which is Yet to be Learned.They Can Lift The Human Spirit Out Of A Bottomless Dark Hole.They Ca ...
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27 August 2015
That Which Ail's Me. Is that which Compels me to write
15 September 2015
beauty and honor and reverence and the chance to convey Compassion through empathy. Are these not the reason our Hearts and souls are Moved to write Poetry. I Submit it is a Noble way to express our regrets our hopes our passion to reminisce. We Dare to Look back committing the pang's of all which ails us deep down to be carved into stone with our own black tears as Ink upon the tips of our Quills.
13 February 2016
Don't be the mouse in the house. Do be the Cat. Don't be the door mat. That's not allowed the Liberty to decide. Where it want's to be at.
14 February 2016
Only now do i Know After Many Years Spent To Gather Mine own Sense Of Maturity. Why the God's that Be. Gave unto each and every Dragon a Heart. It is Because. No Matter how great The Dragons piercing strength of grip with Claw' and talon. The Dragons Fist Can Not hold The Treasure's Of Their Heart. Nor Can it Contain a Hamlet's Well of Long Suffering Tear's No Chain Has Ever Been Strong Enough To Bind The Flesh Of A Dragon. The Chain Only Serves As a Reminder of the Virtuous Ties that Bind The SouL To the Heart, And The Mind. Honor... VaLor... True Love... And Selflessness. These Four exceedingly rare Virtues. Rare'er even still Among the Company of the God's
13 July 2016
As for me. I can not speak on that. from which other poets drew the water that quenched their ever drying ink weLL. Yet my transcendental fLights of fancy. Only happen when I am emotionaLLy saturated. Likened unto a poetic fuel soaked humbled; crumpLed, bound Rag. At the end of a dogwood torch. A bounding culmination of all the emotional pangs which ail humanity. My inspiration the struck match... my creativity flashes emulation of my emotion burns off energy not in vain. yet to heal the soul of those that correlate their life experience unto mine. Count me as the purveyor of exceedingly refined soul medicine. Of any example i aspire to caLL my Legacy...that i would pass on to my readers...would be such as this...where you have been done wrong...make sure those nearest you are done right...where you bare scars...make sure those nearest you are mended...pay forward only the good...carry forward only the good...VVhen Consuming bad experience's. chew the fat of it, and spit it out. For swaLLowing it too come a part of you. would never be of any good to you, Nor the people nearest unto you...do not carry forward such dark energy...for it injures the bearer...take with you the state of being. That of the obligation to be the infinite resource of the selfless Loving care'er...never utter the word's I don't care...

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Skadustav 25 December 2019
Your such a word smith, Merry Christmas and a happy mew year Stephanie. Send me a ping on strogg.bananagmail if you can.
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