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George Krokos, 21 january 2012

The Mystery Of The Four Ages

Earth's mistress moon and glorious master sun,
from whither is it that they both have come?
Hovering around in the sky during night and day,
how is it that they both have been placed that way?
Playing it seems opposite roles to our mind's eye,
yet shedding light and warmth down from up (... więcej)

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Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012

Effable Energy - Effable Energii

Human created to become the creator by senses’ design to communicate outward by its given intellect of mind and freewill, to explore by experience of discovery, to transform ineffable energy that it may experience by substance of form and domain: reality, a momentary respite placing order out of chaos (... więcej)

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Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012

Existence Lost - istnienie Utracone

Lying in a warm pool of blood streaming from a fatal wound, the drum-beat sound of a dying heart slowly fading, light of day becoming increasingly dimmer, the last wisp of breath exhaust past quivering lips, timelessly waiting freedom of eternal sleep, unencumbered by imposed rigors of distorted, sentient (... więcej)

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Naykd Poet, 19 january 2012

Forgotten Wisdom Contained - Zapomniałeś mądrości

Forgotten, abandoned, dust-laden books unassuming exterior protective cover cryptically interpretive of content expressive of a wealth of inspiring knowledge rendered by unique mind of experience set to word of print to share as resource to influence, guide, inform, enlighten, tutor naive minds with (... więcej)

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ashley, 17 january 2012

hope

hope what is that
i dont have hope any more
the hope that i once had
you took from me

i am no longer the
hopeful girl i used to be

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ruhi, 16 january 2012

Past LIfe~~

BEETE LAMHE..

Gujre hue lamhe,
na jane kyon yaad aate hai
Kabhi apne ko to
kabhi apno ko rula jate hai
Sache pakke dost
na dhekha na janna kabhi
Phir bhi rishta nibha jate hai
Par jinse hota pyaar
Wahi kyon daga de jate hai
In gujre lamho mei
hum bhi kahi mile the
Na dhekha na (... więcej)

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Naykd Poet, 12 january 2012

Jimmie

I met a young man, he was hitch-hiking, cold, begging for a ride, so I stopped, he got in, his story instantly told, he could not easily hide, a life of hardship, though I did’t know why, until he told me, as the miles slipped by, of a life that would make me, a grown man, want to cry, but in his eyes (... więcej)

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LarielM, 10 january 2012

I would be glad still

If I was only a small caterpillar, I would have crawl all the way to your garden. No matter the miles or the birds flying high above your roof top. No matter of big shoes crushing on me or that it would take long before I would find you again. If only I could reach your garden in time for the my rebirth, (... więcej)

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George Krokos, 8 january 2012

God Is The Highest Good

Good is the extension of God as His Spirit of manifestation in the phenomenal world. That which constitutes our highest good is ultimately to do with living in tune with His Spirit and Word as revealed in either one of the great religions of the world or by being in harmony with someone who is the (... więcej)

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Zofia Wingmaker, 8 january 2012

Me In Wonderland prologue

ME IN WONDERLAND
prologue
As I walked around the edge of the forest I saw a dark purple rabbit. It was checking it's cell phone and then it looked at me as if to say Hurry Up. "Cell phone" I thought "do rabbits have cell phones?" I looked up to see if (... więcej)

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