It tickles my bones
and pickles my tones
to hear dogs bark
is to hear bogs dark.
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When I was younger hopes and dreams came into view, soon to vanish with the setting of the sun only to replay a surreal fantasy the next day.
Exuberance of youth unbridled hopes and shackled dreams, desires of flesh chased each day.
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'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.'
Perfection with beauty a world he did create for humanity to appreciate; a place of no vexation of soul that was his mold.
But then that which was perfect went another direction because of indiscretion there exists aggression from the watchers that calls for insurrection of God's perfect creation.
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The Evergreen, Maple, and Oak trees show their beauty of greenery; offering shade for poetic inspiration if you walk through the open door.
The sound of various birds distinct and clear singing songs to be heard through the open door.
A gentle breeze plays a tune through the leaves of the trees put one's soul at ease for worthy meditation when you walk through the open door.
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Sounds of Winter
Saturday, December 21,2013
3: 12 AM
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In this world vitriol and hate
a little levity I hope someone
would appreciate
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A lost soul on a journey travels a slippery slope, not caring which way the soul is to lope, till the lost soul reaches the crossroads of life with choices to be made; conformity to the world's staff or travel the ancient paths that are tried and true.
Choosing exuberance for the slippery slope, the lost soul declares, "I have seen your ancient paths that are tried and true, I will not travel that superstition for the world is my hope."
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When one stands to glare at the sun, the brilliance of the light will leave you in darkness without vision and a price to pay for admission.
You may feel that you soul is lost and you must pay your cost to spend time in your plot of ground only be seen by those who are around that kept you bound.
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It has been a while
Since I have pinned
A verse to suit my style.
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How ironic it seems, our journey began racing for the prize; the DNA that someday would emerge on earth at the expense of a mother's girth.
Our course was set to sail through uncharted waters whether we are sons or daughters in a vast ocean, predetermined by a higher power, for He is the only one that knows the time and hour.
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