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suicidal awakening
something had been broken. the last battle pummeled her to the depths of her own despair. her perfected war tactics failing meant the ruin of all that she’d illusioned about love. the daunting...
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the Addict
when you really want something the minions come to test you. wear headphones! and break out in uproarious laughter and interpretive dance. they’ll Silence, and leave you alone. (how often do_you_talk...
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flight of the bubble wrap dancer
sometimes, i envy extroverts. they take the clang of the world and tap bojangles to it. while i, the introvert, head straight to my soundproof chamber, where i open the curtains to my inner most being...
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soulquest, xiii (Habibti)
come here, my dear, and lay your head on the bosom of Love’s re membering come Hear! my beloved nay not for sleep come here, my precious, and savor the milk of soul’s never ending come Hear, my divine,...
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shattered glass
the maverick is minority with neither blueprints nor signs, embelishments or praise, desiring greater than the pleasures of foolishness the maverick is majority with outlandish gesticulations swagging...
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soulquest, xiv (plenty)
i tried offering you another love song today, but my poor hands came up empty; then my heart said to them, “write what you don’t know.”Filed under: soulquests Tagged: abundance, heart. love, poem,...
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where
you’ll find me dancing in hallelujah raindrops and son-soaked petticoats, rejoicing in the supper before an audience of One.Filed under: soul transcendence Tagged: dancing, freedom, God, liberation,...
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paradise
the dreamer awakens during the shadows of springtime, facing the caress of the wind on her liberated cheeks. she listens, and feels the kick of the kettledrum in the base of her heart, and hears a...
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psalm of my soul
I did not create the music. No, I am not the dancer. I am merely watching the dance. And I am lucky. Filed under: soulprints Tagged: devotion, divinity, God, grace, grind, journey, life, light,...
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peace be still, my Baltimore
i am tired. i am angry. and i don’t know what to say – probably not the best position to be in if i call myself a writer and a proponent for change. sitting, quietly, is complicity to the nth degree....
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