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there is so much pain to be had in this world.
my father only sleeps every other night.
please remember one thing: no-one loves you like your mother.
please call your parents and tell them you love them.
i love you mom. and i miss you, already.
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as the road goes, so does the mind
and here i am, praying to again be blessed by all that is sacred ( Read more... ) -
tracing fingers in dust
my daughter counts to eight, and runs to give me a hug when i pick her up from daycare ( Read more... ) -
sweeping away the scraps
giestranniht the hyenas and vultures feasted on corpses inside the frontroom of my mew
and i stood at the door listening, as sleep,
gaining wings,
fled out the window out into the dark.
there was no liss for the áworpenlast nite.
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thoughts fluttering like cobwebs
does God smell like rain?
wraps us up like fresh leaves lightly covered in dew and
holds us in protection against the nite?
holding on to that moisture precious. .
never letting go.
when i smell a storm, now.
i smell forgiveness -
meandering down dusty paths
been a while, friends.
have not picked up electronic pen and scribed these days as they pass me by.
my daughter is beautiful. i am praying she is atonement for my sins. . all those sins, done in the blush of youth, and the apathy of desire.
and in the desire for apathy.
have not taken the reigns of that chariot with my brothers casket in it. have ( Read more... ) -
lost
and i give you this while walking across the world ( Read more... ) -
i gots tagged
so rainolive tagged me whilst i was reading her page ( Read more... ) -
35
so today i am older, they say, by another year ( Read more... ) -
trying. . trying
waiting on results of my mothers tests ( Read more... )