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Human Nature

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“It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.” ~ Charlotte Bronte Summer always matures on a Sunday. The beginning of a new week organized as a day where even the sun sleeps late eventually blossoms […]

Nobody Is Going To Love Me

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I want to love again I want to love again and celebrate the victory of two hearts cemented in a stone of everlasting commitment. I want to feel the voice of a lover singing to my heart. I want to hear the touch of passionate surrender embrace me and never part. I want to kiss […]

In Traffic

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It is amazing the way the mind wanders when we are in traffic. We sit in a clutter of tempered stillness waiting for permission to go at the flash of a green light. There is so much observance we capture with our sight when we try to peek sideways at strangers who are intensely gripping […]

Neglect – from ‘The Public Journal of Literary Thought’

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The greatest abandonment is when one forgets to love themselves.  There is certain predictability in life and we usually don’t see it until its right there in front of us, usually a moment too late.  The early evening began to collapse into night and I locked the door to my car and cautiously looked around […]

Nobody Knows Me

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Nobody Knows Me

There are no clouds today; no laugher worshipping an endless sky of windless decay. There are no trees singing in silent fragrances in the fields where children play. Today time has stalled becoming this witness on these tired streets where even history refuses to stay. And a stranger says this is a beautiful day as […]

As I Lay Myself To Wake

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This night sleeps as the mind lays awake, restless in the humid escape of insomnia. I am alert as time cuddles me tight, motionless into the tease of a new day. In this moment, as a gentle breeze knocks calmly against the window of a dream, memories flow through my head like cinematography taking me […]

As September Cries

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Today life is a poet as on this day of remembrance it has become the face of every emotion, the fear of every hand and the hope in every heart.  Today is more than a memory—today is a recognition of unity, faith and strength as we gather together to remember the tragedy within the day […]

Diversity – from ‘The Public Journal of Literary Thought’

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Life is a diversity of tears. We are all the same because we cry different and we are different because we have our own ways of believing.  I walk the streets at night on the feet of a tired mind watching and seeking that one vision of change.  I see lampposts blink in a magnitude […]

Some Days

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In the beginning minutes of a day beautifully golden – air astute to the magical music of nature’s sound, I lay awake. I stare back at the shadows of naked trees– stagnant, but full of life as they stand in the glow of summer’s light becoming a part of the morning’s rise. There is a […]

Release

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Sand_by_mrabanal

Look at me,   standing here at the place we first met looking out at the rolling waves as the ocean breeze blows against my face. Thinking of you paints the masterpiece of our love as I gazed into your eyes at this very special place.     Look at me,   sitting here in […]