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TO HOLD AND TO OWN    Life in frantic motion    the daily round takes its toll        the mind ***** in the dirt    that but pollutes the heart –the same story retold    of man’s restlessness and craving     to hold and own     but grasps only the wind and dust     he steps back and weeps alone           this malaise—this sickening of the soul      is the summary of  his diminishment       he chooses to hold and own       that which leads to his destruction and punishment       for       what’s the worth of a person       a life        that falls into the quagmire of self-dissolution?        but         there is redemption         there always is if the sufferer          is willing to let go the old—choose a new direction          end          the motion that threatens his claim          to exist and take over his will           then he will still retain a name            desire,  the darkness within-            the shameless desire---the hemlock             that man drinks daily to oblivion           in larger and larger does around the clock           the day is insipid, the same humdrum           life is a field barren and forlorn           resurrection belongs only           to those who choose to be reborn          by surrendering the murky past          that has clouded him for so long           released from the pain and burden           that has plagued him—he is the new man then-brave and strong.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
TO HOLD AND OWN
TO HOLD AND TO OWN    Life in frantic motion    the daily round takes its toll        the mind ***** in the dirt    that but pollutes the heart –the same story retold    of man’s restlessness and craving     to hold and own     but grasps only the wind and dust     he steps back and weeps alone           this malaise—this sickening of the soul      is the summary of  his diminishment       he chooses to hold and own       that which leads to his destruction and punishment       for       what’s the worth of a person       a life        that falls into the quagmire of self-dissolution?        but         there is redemption         there always is if the sufferer          is willing to let go the old—choose a new direction          end          the motion that threatens his claim          to exist and take over his will           then he will still retain a name            desire,  the darkness within-            the shameless desire---the hemlock             that man drinks daily to oblivion           in larger and larger does around the clock           the day is insipid, the same humdrum           life is a field barren and forlorn           resurrection belongs only           to those who choose to be reborn          by surrendering the murky past          that has clouded him for so long           released from the pain and burden           that has plagued him—he is the new man then-brave and strong.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
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