WritingTherapy
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A Mind’s Divine Spine
Fall off apart my heart is artand the words out of my mouthare a synapse that snapswhen lies that I despise spout. It’s about what we do I don’twant to offend but where I playis where I sin but I won’tshit where I have to work or stay. Stain this page with inkyour blood line Continue reading
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She Flies Against The Moon
With the stare of your happy thoughts,the truth about me is forgot.What I am underneath completeis released from the prison I got. Underneath the dark cloudloud in a sphere we hold dear proudis the value of my every day face;it frowns for I can’t hide truth’s crown. There is a God I see everydayshe wears Continue reading
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Cruel Truthes
Shaping into situationsuncomfort is an issuewith age we learn weare no sage of any use. The marble cracksand beauty can shatter.Whats left in us isall that really matters. Soothe with a smoothesmoke of your choice,you might live in blissbut death has no choice. Father Time cruel duelis he is he a bastard I ask?He sure Continue reading
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Abrupt Impulse
My faculties have faultedthe brain pulses but the heartis a lot of things it’s not,vaulted mine will never part. Keep this pedestrianchildish bore abhorefor I have seen the floorand look past it once more. The blood rushes to the head,and bled sinners are fedbecause though the soul emotesall the heart has said. Drag me to Continue reading
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In Between
In between the nice and the meanis no indifference to cleanI’ll just miles pile that pile leanfor anew is my spirit like a machine. Down on the hollow hole I consolemy own beats I complete it’s sweeta soul of controlwhen our eyes meet. I ponder your bruises and scarsfor tender is where we arewe even Continue reading
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Twilight In Your Eyes
I love deep and am consumed bythe little things like how your eyes sing.I don’t know how I was broughtto it but my heart is a deep thing. Broad like the Pacific waters,deeper than the deepest trench.My heart it soared but I lieto myself from the pain since. Open with a violin my symphonyin the Continue reading
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A Friend Tonight
Suppose a rose were to strike a pose?Would it want itself looking its best for thosewho are charmed by its beauty I supposebut delicate in the fields they grow. We are all strands of grass in a fieldthat supplies beauty and is realfor those who want morning dew on feet feeldoes a rose not but Continue reading
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Take Care You Are Not Consumed By One Another…
Curious words. Literal translation according to the New American Standard Bible actually say, “… take care you are not consumed by one another,” in Galatians 5:15 I think we all are way beyond that. Our focus has been one of conflicts between one another. If I can remember correctly my own self-righteousness gets in the Continue reading
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Inner Id
No danger in this spherethat begets eyes in the morn redwith a false tone sometimes I hearof ill conceived notions in my head. They come from the outsidewhere slide into number two I doof the chamber there’s danger, strifecolors me red but I am blue. Here in the morning I have a timemaking myself ready Continue reading
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A Face For You
My faces they make a face at meand I’m perplexed by mystery. A joke for every occasion persuadethis little jagged edged blade fades. Cut I want to not the sky abovefor from blue hues I have found love. That is why despair I find fair,in shock from life I sit and stare there. What face Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 