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harry-clute
56/M/Iowa 7 time published author looking to embrace once more his Craft of poerty
Selfish fish in an ocean filled with dangerous sharks who feed upon the weak a swarm of calculated predators who's hunger grows within the instincts of greed a process that holds only one certain outcome a outcome that only produces the same results
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
Calculated predators
Morality has lost its true course been decived of its worth by liberal deception a master plan of destruction forged by those who oppose the true foundations of democracy that hinders there personal agendas for traditional roles have been replaced with false values a campaign forged and designed merely to prevent the natural order of our existence
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
Foundations of democracy
The devide of man has always loomed within history conflicts of interest have fueled the foundations of war and left mothers within the sorrows of tears for power is a beast that devours all who seek its embrace to only leave behind in the end other chapters of history to be examined by those left to indure the madness of mankind
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
Devide of man
My scares run deep for others who I have once loved have inflicted unforgivable pain upon my soul reached deep within with merciless intent and left behind an injured mind that wandered alone in the desert of time searching within darker vessels of emotions for clarity but found instead no true resolve for unspeakable acts of personal harm for one must over come but also stay true to one's self and declare victory over all who once plunged there swords deep within a warriors heart
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
Warriors heart
There comes an awakening a moment in time that defines one's soul a gathering of free will that transforms one's character from what is absorbed threw the interaction of others and what has been delivered from that process for each of us our choices from that moment on are of what we have indured and what we still have to discover
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
Ones character
Once where we of union bound by promise bound by each others word now lost forever more for when one seeks of another seeks to destroy the foundations once held dear there comes of a sensation of betrayal a feeling that what was given was nothing more than lies told merely to desive until another is claimed willingly into the depths of greed
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
Depths of greed
Time separates the past but not the cause of pain applied by others hands or the outcome of what comes of it for wounds of the heart heal within the days that pass but mends not the scares left to untangle the rage still left deep inside for time truly separates the past but never the anger that stays quietly locked deeply away
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
By others hands
My lover desived my heart for even within the vows of union there can be no guarantee of what is spoken to be of truth no true signs that signal the dishonorbilty of another's words for love is a fragile line of trust and easily broken when actions of deception apply a more sinister route of false connection and gives birth to the monster that lays quietly within
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
Sinster route
Politics have devided my brothers views masked its self like a performer on a stage of props staging it's lines of lies allowing each mind to wander within its powerful web of deception for politics is a tool forged from the minds of men to whittle a device made solely for profit for those of wealth and not of greater device for only the whole of the Apple is pure and true to its design until it is devided by the hunger of free will
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Of the apple
Love cries outwards as it falls from grace once of powerful meaning now lingers in the hands of doubt four letters of a word an idea of true connection now must be redefined in the opera of illision once thought of truth love must now surrender to the possibility that it's form its foundation can be more can be weaponized and used to harm the fragile ingredients of emotion
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
Four letters