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#regeneration
On a butcher's list until I'm broken, broken, broken into 1000 pieces knees bleeding lips stop quivering until the started work finishes!
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Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
Soli Deo Gloria!
The water in my well is deeper and no longer bitter. The river of life flowing into me and flowing out from me is no longer just a trickle in a sunbaked riverbed. No matter how long and hard the journey has been I take back what I lost I take back what I wasted and I take back what was taken from me whilst locked in a universally human functionalized social and spiritualized trance. I take back my hope! I take back my faith! I take back my peace! I take back my joy! I take back what was taken from me!!!
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Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
Taking Back What Was Taken From Me
As I rotate without and within When I’ve died I’ll be born yet again I’ve come and I’ve gone Like the dusk and the dawn Can a cycle be said to begin?
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Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
In the loop
my friend came by the other day as a leaf in the wind he has blown from street to street town to town. a wanderer he may be but not at heart-- he longs to be attached to a tree any tree. in spring and summer the leaves are green and attached. summer slowly dries them out as the tree prepares for winter. my friend the dry brown leaf blows in his perpetual autumn. we all grow in our own time and season: winter dormancy spring regeneration summer fulfillment fall preparing for the inevitable season of death. these seasons of the soul are the very essence of our existence. they teach us temper us fulfill us. but there are those who do not see the purpose of the seasons. to them winter means only cold snow desolation. spring means only rain mud flooding. summer means beauty to mock the heart in winter. i trust in the wisdom of the seasons. nature teaches us lessons in her cycles. let the l e a f fall to the ground. let it rot into cold stark winter desolation. spring will come. bleak gray will become bright colours of spring. the beauty will fade again but will reappear in winter's own stark beauty though it may be cold and gray. then spring will come. spring-will-come !!!
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Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 7:23 AM UTC
Seasons of the Soul Series Part 1: Spring Will Come
Few maple leaves hop on the wooden surface, their burgundy contrasts with the polished brown of the semi-circular deck the playful wind drives them off, the grass hugs the dried skins, giving them a final home, in the back-garden. they are reborn as tiny stalks in the same yard in the spring!
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Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 6:02 PM UTC
Cycles
Castles of sand, on a magnificent beach. With stroll of Time, great heights they reach. A palace of dreams, with towers of smiles, Here lurk emotions a Bit too coy like love Madness and infinite joy. Castles of sand, That live no more. Destroyed by waves, pounding sea shore. From oceans of reality, with waters of jealousy, Bring winds of grief- from Gulf of hypocrisy. Castles of sand, standing once again. Resurrected from fall, and its endless pain. Rebuilt by hope, Strengthened by belief, decorated with faith and secured with relief. Castles of sand, On a sea swept shore, Waiting to fall, And relive once more.
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
Castles of sand
What is waiting for my weight— for the matter I carry, for the energies bonded within me? What is lying dormant— anticipating the day when my body lays itself down— so it may drink from my cisterns and eat from my stores? What will come into Being from my ceasing to Be?
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
Waiting
Bowed heads weeping death Spotless lamb reborn three days Trumpets sound return!
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
Regeneration
Tick tock around it goes, the clock shall soon strike twelve and the one I knew for oh so long will be but a passing dream. His face will change, his body too but not his mind or soul. He’ll fight to stay, but burns so bright that in the end he’ll have to go. This is not the first time, and will not be the last, but new memories will form and my time with him shall soon be ancient past. We fought, we lived, we learned, we loved, we walked among the stars, but in the end one life can never be enough for the man who lives a life so different from ours. He’ll soon move on, and start anew he’ll leave us all behind. Searching every face, day in, day out we put trust in all his lies, and wait forever for someone who’ll never come back. Tick tock around it goes, the clock shall soon strike twelve, and once again he is no more, replaced by someone new.
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
Around it Goes
. *Lay me down upon the moss, cover me with autumn leaves, rest my body in the forest to be swallowed by the trees, and let the fleeting moments whisper my name to the breeze, as the cool earth welcomes me, let me go with comfortable ease.* © Pagan Paul (27/10/19)
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Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
Letting Go
waves orchestrate bruised kisses smack dazed moon’s beclouded stare numb teal canopy’s torn sinew strewn tidal riposte homeless debris scars shattered fins’ bullied silence screams callous world spawns grinding vice rabid avarice fuels dueling drive winds stir shifting sands gasp light eclipses night’s capricious rule noon darkness steep ransom’s paid earth salvaged true Son stands
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
repurchase
From the ashes All my words are bulletproof; Shout at me and your words I will use. Everything I took from you, Left me feeling battered and bruised. Things are always meaningless, Unless you take them to your chest. Then they become more than less; Letters become sentences. Power comes from inside your mind; Thoughts are gold and these thoughts are mine. I would change the world if I could find the time, But wishes explode and the remains rise up into the sky. Lightning never strikes here twice, So build a home after a lightning strike. From the air into the ground; My whole world comes crashing down. Pick my life up with a dust pan and brush; I am broken – I am trust. I could never give a fudge, To anyone that I didn’t love. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
From the ashes
I was a dense forest of wild desires love engulfed it as a sudden wild fire, lit by a spark your kohl rimmed eye emitted, Never do I want to put it out, not in  this life, as burning for what you've kindled within me is pure bliss,I realize, mon amie The embers are alive, giving warmth while the forest of desires regenerates at a speed I  haven't known ever before.                          *** നീ പകര്‍ന്ന പ്രണയച്ചൂടില്‍എരിയുകയാണ് ഞാനിപ്പോഴും. ഞാന്‍ വന്യകാമനകളുടെ സാന്ദ്ര,നിബിഡവനം, നിന്‍മഷിക്കണ്ണിലെ  തീപ്പൊരി തെറിച്ച് പെട്ടന്നതില്‍ പടര്‍ന്ന കാട്ടുതീയാണീപ്രണയം. അത്കെടുത്താന്‍ എനിക്കീ ജന്മമില്ല,മോഹം. നീപകര്‍ന്നു തന്നതിനായ് എരിയുവതേ എന്‍ പ്രിയ കാമിനി, നിര്‍വൃതി യെന്നറിവൂ ഞാന്‍. കനലുകളുടെസുഖോഷ്മളത ഉള്ളില്‍പ്പടരവേ, ഇതുവരെഞാനറിയാത്തൊരു തീവ്ര മാംത്വരയോടെ വികാരമഹാവിപിനം വീണ്ടുമിതാ ഉണരുകയാണിവിടെ. (In Malayalam translation)
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
I still burn in the love you've kindled
I was a dense forest of wild desires love engulfed it as a sudden wild fire, lit by a spark your kohl rimmed eye emitted, Never do I want to put it out, not in  this life, as burning for what you've kindled within me is pure bliss,I realize, mon amie The embers are alive, giving warmth while the forest of desires regenerates at a speed I  haven't known ever before.                          *** നീ പകര്‍ന്ന പ്രണയച്ചൂടില്‍എരിയുകയാണ് ഞാനിപ്പോഴും. ഞാന്‍ വന്യകാമനകളുടെ സാന്ദ്ര,നിബിഡവനം, നിന്‍മഷിക്കണ്ണിലെ  തീപ്പൊരി തെറിച്ച് പെട്ടന്നതില്‍ പടര്‍ന്ന കാട്ടുതീയാണീപ്രണയം. അത്കെടുത്താന്‍ എനിക്കീ ജന്മമില്ല,മോഹം. നീപകര്‍ന്നു തന്നതിനായ് എരിയുവതേ എന്‍ പ്രിയ കാമിനി, നിര്‍വൃതി യെന്നറിവൂ ഞാന്‍. കനലുകളുടെസുഖോഷ്മളത ഉള്ളില്‍പ്പടരവേ, ഇതുവരെഞാനറിയാത്തൊരു തീവ്ര മാംത്വരയോടെ വികാരമഹാവിപിനം വീണ്ടുമിതാ ഉണരുകയാണിവിടെ. (In Malayalam translation)
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I was a forest of wild desires love engulfed it as wild fire, lit by a spark from your eyes. Never did I want to put it out,as burning for what you gave me was pure bliss,I realize. The embers are alive, giving warmth while the forest of desires regenerates at a speed I haven't known ever before.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
Still burn with the love you've kindled
My friend came by the other day. As a leaf in the wind he has blown From street to street             Town to town. A wanderer he may be but not at heart. He longs to be attached to a tree                              Any tree. In spring and summer the leaves are green                                         And        attached. Summer slowly dries them out as the tree                       Prepares for winter. My friend, the dry brown leaf Blows in his perpetual autumn. We all grow in our own time and season: Winter dormancy          Spring regeneration                    Summer fulfillment                              Fall  preparing for the                                                                Inevitable season of death. These  seasons of the soul Are the very essence of our existence. They teach us                         Temper us                                    Fulfill us. But there are those who do not see The purpose of the seasons. To them winter means only                              Cold                                        Snow                          Desolation.              Spring means only            Rain                     Mud                                Flooding. Summer means                              Beauty to mock                                 The heart in winter. I trust in the wisdom of the seasons. Nature teaches us lessons in her cycles. Let the l                e                    a                  f fall to the ground. Let it rot into cold                                   Stark                     Winter Desolation. Spring will come. Bleak gray will become bright colours                   Of spring. The beauty will fade again but will Reappear in winter's own stark beauty Though it may be cold and gray. Then spring will come.           Spring will come!!!
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
Seasons of the Soul Series Part 1: Spring Will Come
My friend came by the other day. As a leaf in the wind he has blown From street to street             Town to town. A wanderer he may be but not at heart. He longs to be attached to a tree                              Any tree. In spring and summer the leaves are green                                         And        attached. Summer slowly dries them out as the tree                       Prepares for winter. My friend, the dry brown leaf Blows in his perpetual autumn. We all grow in our own time and season: Winter dormancy          Spring regeneration                    Summer fulfillment                              Fall  preparing for the                                                                Inevitable season of death. These  seasons of the soul Are the very essence of our existence. They teach us                         Temper us                                    Fulfill us. But there are those who do not see The purpose of the seasons. To them winter means only                              Cold                                        Snow                          Desolation.              Spring means only            Rain                     Mud                                Flooding. Summer means                              Beauty to mock                                 The heart in winter. I trust in the wisdom of the seasons. Nature teaches us lessons in her cycles. Let the l                e                    a                  f fall to the ground. Let it rot into cold                                   Stark                     Winter Desolation. Spring will come. Bleak gray will become bright colours                   Of spring. The beauty will fade again but will Reappear in winter's own stark beauty Though it may be cold and gray. Then spring will come.           Spring will come!!!
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The leaves first healthy and green Reaching up to eternity Then turning red, then gold and rust And falling, translucent in their glory Only their veins showing, organic lace; The tree's honest history. Only their slightly different shape Remains a mystery, Remembered by those who might've seen As if in a fog, mistily With just the few days of it's life Lived blissfully. These are the children, the ephemera Of our trees Giving, sharing, growing, expanding Repeating generously To populate our world with breath Suffering death constantly Being reborn silently to us; Sentinels of majesty. These are benefactors of life For all of you and me Casting themselves up from dirt To our reality Whether we believe it or know it. They give voicelessly, And that is what it means to be a tree If you are leaves set free.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
LEAVES
The hair on my head has never been touched by you. Every couple years we gain new cells and skin too. One day I will never have been touched by you. One day you won't know me. I'll only be a distant memory. Let me fade into the background of your mind. You don't need me in your life. Please move on. I'm not the girl you used to know, I'm a woman now. Full grown. You were always full of lies. Your butterflies have morphed into nothing more but flies. I wish you would leave. My eyes are dry can't you see? When I see your face or the back of your head, My heart starts to pound. Not in love or excitement. But in a nervous, anxious, fright. Your memories are lost in the depths of my mind. But when anyone mentions your name... They crash forward like a tidal wave. All the laughs and smiles... All the lies and cries... The hurt. The betrayal. One day... You will have never touched me. Let me fade in your memories. I'm new. Reborn. I'm not the girl you used to know. I'm a woman now. Full grown. No longer naive. Or filled with silly dreams. My hair you once touched... Long chopped off. And in another couple of years, My cells and skin will be new too. One day I will have a body you have never touched. So let me fade in your memory. I'm not the girl you used to know. I'm a woman now. Full grown.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Regeneration
In bareness life sheds Melting our essences To fear our termination In caskets it all ends In excess life mends A regeneration read Generations transpired For eons we existed In neutral life tends Unscripted to rest Reassessed to subsist Repressed to matter Thou shan't fear death Embraceth thine destiny Immortalised in shrines Till the universe climaxes
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
Sardonic Esse
When we met again, the flower was wilting and sad "I don't want to die, so early"she said "Heal me, I've seen you doing it before" "I love you" I whispered gently to her and waited, saw her face once again turning radiant, in an instance in love she believes, listens to its prompts healing power of love, is evident yet again.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Love brings her back, from an eclipse
We are all flowers in this world, Merely here to decorate the earth Before God decides to pick us For his bouquet of humanity.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
Flowers
Sometimes I feel Like I'm fading, Disappearing into an ocean Of people like the Translucent moon In the daytime sky.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
Fading
There is nothing like A crisp morning To remind you That even after The darkest night, There is rebirth.
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Rebirth