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The Wizard’s Tears
In a distant time when people still believed, in an ancient place where always nature thrived, there lived a wondrous wizard often who would weave the Forces of the Four and against evil he strived. And long night after night against the phasing moon He would be seen conjuring a[…]
Looking back… Looking ahead
Looking back… Looking back… I see the still warm warnings crying out… dying out. Remembering always the harsh hapless moments the heartache that knew no mercy. Looking ahead… Looking ahead… I hear the crisp cold sunrise pouring in… roaring in. Anticipating ever the growing glowing joyfulness the[…]
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Mirror, Mirror
I don’t much use mirrors. I never did. When I was very young I did, to a normal amount, I was in theater and loved acting so I looked at myself to do my make-up for shows. Even that was not often: dress rehearsal and the one, two or three[…]
Methadone Monday
lines waiting outside the center lines nervously waiting to enter lines in old faces inside and out lines in young faces they can’t figure out lines of many who just cannot wait anymore lines of a few who got there from some war lines of some who suffer from somebody’s[…]
“He Hath Sent Me to Heal The Brokenhearted” Luke 4:18
“…he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted…” Luke 4:18 lost in a sea of heartache chronic tears within knitted brow without assessing the horizon is fruitless revisiting the past is painful tension tears at the soul foolishness florishes focus is lost completely yet the healing is promised but never[…]