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UntitledDulled, bashed Battered, scratched Hollow, but yet Whole This blessed vessel Where the soul resides Lies crumpled In this bag of skin It's bright metallic sheen Brushed with time Tarnished pain Encrusted in tears That which you once heldUntitled
Cherished with whispers Polished by laughter Cradled in your hands Now, for all eternity Echos a solitary sound Your name


The Storyteller's Tale It was the Day of the Dead fiesta. Dancing, singing, and music was everywhere. In the city square, the people gathered for the storytellers to tell their tales. Some spoke of the past, others of legends that have been forgotten to all but them, but there was one who told a strange tale. It was not very long, or very frightening, but it captured me all the same. He was asked to tell his story, so he turned, took off his hat, and drank some water. The man set down his jug and looked around. When he closed his eyes, everThe Storyteller's Tale


Walden's Truth "In the wilderness is the preservation of the world."Walden's Truth
Henry Thoreau once said, and I know that is true today. I know, but do others?
I don't think so.
The wilderness is a part of us.
Whether it is the Amazon Jungle, the Rocky Mountains, or the Russian Stepps, But Man is destroying the beauty of the Wilderness.
I look around at all the destruction... The razing of the


DespairPain There are many kinds Pain of the body Pain of the mind Pain of the heart But the worst pain of all Pain of the soulDespair
Why? Why do I hurt Others and myself You hurt the one's you love But, why? I don't want to But I always seem to
Friends come with problems I try to help Why not my own? Or my family's? Can't I help them? How do I get out? I'm trapped
What must I do? What can I do? Oh, God! Will it always be so? I'm running a race And losing I hurt all I touch &
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Having never left the house; You are asking for the way home.
I tagged you in my most recent journal. NO pressure to pass it on, if you want to though check out journal.
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Even though you can try to release urself from your many shackles, and forge a life of your own, some chains are harder to break free from than others.
>>For writers of poetry, this might be the club for you!
Check it out =RawEm0tion
Hallu honnah ^__^ remember me?
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There is only one return ok? And it ain't of the King it's of the Jedi.--Randal Graves.
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I may not be perfect, but Jesus thinks I'm to die for.
There are a few more poems in the gallery...
Please look and tell others you think might be intrested?
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In the nutbowl of Life...
Be a cahew...
Sweet but bent! :wink:
So here we go!
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In the nutbowl of Life...
Be a cahew...
Sweet but bent! :wink:
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In the nutbowl of Life...
Be a cahew...
Sweet but bent! :wink:
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