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 Apr 2014 Curtis
Josh Murphy
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick*
Boom

One day I'll have nothing,
To spend my time on.
Because I'll explode,
Like a ticking time bomb.
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Josh Murphy
If life is a game,
Then I'm probably losing.
Beaten at every corner,
And I'm finally bruising.

But isn't it great,
To just play it with your friends?
'Cause remember if you end your game,
Then your friends game ends.
Suicide affects so many lives. For all of the people out there tempted, please keep this in mind. Don't be that person that ruins the game for others, because the game can be so much fun if you play it right and with the right people.
 Apr 2014 Curtis
aphrodite
Spring
 Apr 2014 Curtis
aphrodite
Grass, beauty, Easter and art;
the kind of grey skies that don't hurt your heart,
the kind of rain that signals a new start -
Spring is allowing your soul and your darkness to part.

Remembering childhood memories you didn't know you forgot,
Pastel coloured sweets that will make your teeth rot,
Lovers going at it like bunnies without fear of getting caught,
Spring is bringing clarity and serenity to your thoughts.

Windows that crack open just enough to leak fresh air,
with lilac blossom candles leaving a light scent that's barely there
and there's something about the way you started wearing your hair...
Spring is finally replenishing what winter left bare.
Having a really lovely day!
I haven't felt this happy in a while, and I really hope that means that things are starting to look up for me.
I hope Spring brings something new to all of you, too.
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 Apr 2014 Curtis
Joe Cole
Though you be many miles away
We'll never be apart
I just reach out my hand
To feel the beating of your hearts
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Joe Cole
Very small and eighteen years old
and she's leaving me
My little black and white cat
Yes, its time to say good goodbye
My Wiggy and I have to part
I remember the time about two in the morn
When her kittens were born on my lap
How will I manage, what will I do
I'm so going to miss Wiggy cat
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Joe Cole
For four days in May I'm going into the wild
Four days in the woods sleeping under a tarp
Why? Because for four days I can sit and write
Of day time views and noises of the night
No one else will be there to disturb my thoughts
No one I will need to support
Just me with the sounds of insects and birds
Four days without worries,  four days without cares
Its something I do on occasions, Im not anti social but at times just enjoy my own company
 Apr 2014 Curtis
AprilDawn
hard
to be
a butterfly
       on a really
         windy day
A simple ponder....
 Apr 2014 Curtis
NuurSeraph
I wanted to flow into phrase a general continuum to articulate most prominent my own mood rhythm, just for curious act of putting into words an unspoken knowingness I leave out to hang upon my Space.

I am ready alert as soon as I bring awares to body, I localize and Identify

I am very upbeat, curious, open, observant. I ultimately will let my days activity find itself, because it so wondrously does, every time, to engage in discovery, puzzling, un~puzzling, analyzing, reflecting, and when a bountiful day...Concluding (Always knowing Conclusions are always momentary, discovery, revision, perception, all shift when "New" is incorporating).
I stay bouncy, flexible, studiously refining my personal understanding and then bringing my thoughts and ideas into life in my world to play and check it all out. It's intensive, solitary mostly, always surprise I will find in something.
So, basically, I don't get caught up in attachment. To emotion, perception, definition, judgement, decision, or situation. I am fully immersed in the moment, I just have found a fluidity in movement. I am passionate absolutely, but gladly walk my passion on and on so as not to collapse a density upon the objects of my passions.  

I'm not really a specialist, although I specialize, I enjoy a great variety, I am not afraid to explore and Try.

So, Gladly, I state to Clarify: I am humorous, positive, bravely alive.

GENERALLY.


“To see the world in a grain of sand,

and heaven in a wild flower.

To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

and eternity in an hour.

We are led to believe a lie,

when we see with, not through, the eye,

which was born in a night, to die in a night,

while the soul slept in beams of light.”

- William Blake

Nassim Does It Better:
FROM: THE UNIFIED FIELD AND THE ILLUSION OF TIME: UNDERSTANDING THE SOURCE OF CREATION article 4/23/14

Between your thoughts is a silence which is the unified field, and when you become that silence, you become the unified field, and you become universal. Through the practice of non-attachment, and meditation, all of your troubles disappear because you cease to cling to the changing illusion of reality and you become free to experience what you always will be: pure, infinite, and universal consciousness.

All things already exist encoded holographically within the unified field, the structure of space-time, and it is conscious intention which determines that which is accessed and chosen to be perceived due to its own intentions. Nothing new is created, for it is already present within the field. And it is the highest level of our consciousness which guides us in the manifestation process we call life. We are all expression of the universe, looking back on itself as Nassim would say, and experiencing all possibilities within creation with our unique and individual intentions.

All that you want out of life is encoded within the field. Your intentions and your perception is what determines what you see and what you experience. In the words of Wayne Dyer, “There’s no place that God is not. If this God-force is everywhere, then it must be in you. And if it’s everywhere, then it must be in all that you perceive to be missing from your life as well.”
We are so many different things at so many different times I just think this is a version general and simplified.
nice to meet you
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Sierra Carleton
Her eyes were sullen, hollow, desolate.
Her skin worn thin.
Her bones, they trembled
With every step she took.
Her stomach was empty
Her hands frail as sin.
Still she tried
even though
she'd never be better again.
 Apr 2014 Curtis
Alvira Perdita
A dream just out of reach,
Just out of your comfort zone,
and you have to stop
and ask yourself
"Is it worth it?"
Ramblings

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