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Quote of the Week


Dear friend, guard Clear Thinking and Common Sense with your life; don’t for a minute lost sight of them. They’ll keep your soul alive and well, they’ll keep you fit and attractive. You’ll travel safely, you’ll neither tire nor trip. You’ll take afternoon naps without a worry, you’ll enjoy a good night’s sleep. No need to panic over alarms or surprises, or predictions that doomsday’s just around the corner, because God will be right there with you; He’ll keep you safe and sound.- Proverbers 3: 21-26

Eyes


eyes

Eyes are the window to the soul
So as you peer into mine you might as well climb in
For something reminiscent of the happiness you once brought me
But it has all been chopped down like premature crop before the harvest
Nothing left but weeds of pain growing wild
Choking up the barren plains of my desolate heart
I break away from the intense stare
Break my heart and search my soul no more!

 

What I Saw Today


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Out of the window all that seemed to speak to me were the dead trees with their gaunt twisted fingers reaching for the skies. The world seemed to be moving too fast  for me to take it in, but too slowly to excite the blood in my veins. However, the marks of death scattered through out the scenery that jogged by seemed to seep through the persona presented to the world and whisper to my core. The girl in there was happy to meet them, she was happy they were dead, dead like this land was to her, dead like the person on the outside seemed to her each time thoughts aroused her from sleep. My gaze was dragged forward, half reluctantly, and the streetlights seemed to form a tall wall on either side of the street, making me feel small, and mouse like. However, the instant passed and the whispers of the dead echoed between houses until, the song was over, the thought broken, and she who had woken went back into her deep slumber

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"As long as there is breath in me, that long I will persist." Og Mandino

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We Hunted The Mammoth

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin

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Joel K Clements

More Than Young Ink

The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin