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The sky is yellow and the deep blue sea turns black -- Light in the houses.
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 2:40 AM UTC
[ The sky is yellow ]
if you think that you really know who you are, it most likely means that you don't, your body isnt the only thing that ages, your experiences grow bigger, you're like sand on a beach, waiting for the wind to pick your next residence, and it's all too random.
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
girl reflects on time
Love’s Extreme Unction by Michael R. Burch Lines composed during my son Jeremy’s first high school football game (he played tuba), while I watched my wife Beth watch him. Within the intimate chapels of her eyes— devotions, meditations, reverence. I find in them Love’s very residence and hearing the ardent rapture of her sighs I prophesy beatitudes to come, when Love like hers commands us, “All be One!” Keywords/Tags: mother, son, love, extreme unction, devotions, meditation, reverence, love’s residence, beatitude, beatitudes, heaven, unity, solidarity, togetherness, oneness, one
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 2:53 AM UTC
Love’s Extreme Unction
We marched to the words of "We Shall Overcome" courting justice to walk at our side, seared into memory with the heat of sun brothers and sisters, arms linked one to one beneath that day star's unblinking eye, we marched to the words, "We Shall Overcome." We swore an oath to forego the gun, to carry only freedom's cry beneath the impassive afternoon sun, through bludgeon and cudgel one by one, each truncheon summoning others to rise, to join in the words "We Shall Overcome." As we embraced, the marching done, a crosshairs trained a sniper’s eye to wrench malice from the indifferent sun to hew a path in blood and bone, to rend flesh                      and a rasping                                               fatal sigh . . . in the fading caress of the afternoon sun. Beneath the eternal arc of the sun, again we will muster side by side, a sanctified chorus, whose song will be sung, let our marching echo...                                           "We Shall Overcome.” Copyright © 2018 Gary Brocks Conceived after visiting the LORRAINE HOTEL (Memphis, Tennessee), the site of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Thursday, 4 April 1968. In 1991 the NATIONAL CIVIL RIGHTS MUSEUM at the LORRAINE HOTEL was opened to the public. "We Shall Overcome”, an anthem, title and refrain, of the American Civil Rights Movement of the mid 20th century.
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
INCANTATION OF RESISTANCE
We marched to the words of "We Shall Overcome" courting justice to walk at our side, seared into memory with the heat of sun brothers and sisters, arms linked one to one beneath that day star's unblinking eye, we marched to the words, "We Shall Overcome." We swore an oath to forego the gun, to carry only freedom's cry beneath the impassive afternoon sun, through bludgeon and cudgel one by one, each truncheon summoning others to rise, to join in the words "We Shall Overcome." As we embraced, the marching done, a crosshairs trained a sniper’s eye to wrench malice from the indifferent sun to hew a path in blood and bone, to rend flesh                      and a rasping                                               fatal sigh . . . in the fading caress of the afternoon sun. Beneath the eternal arc of the sun, again we will muster side by side, a sanctified chorus, whose song will be sung, let our marching echo...                                           "We Shall Overcome.” Copyright © 2018 Gary Brocks Conceived after visiting the LORRAINE HOTEL (Memphis, Tennessee), the site of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Thursday, 4 April 1968. In 1991 the NATIONAL CIVIL RIGHTS MUSEUM at the LORRAINE HOTEL was opened to the public. "We Shall Overcome”, an anthem, title and refrain, of the American Civil Rights Movement of the mid 20th century.
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”Home is where the heart is” Yes, but home is not confined to these four walls in which we reside. Home, is more than just a house made by human hands. It is in the heart, that pumps the very blood that runs thicker than water. But water is needed for blood to keep running So, what. is. home? Home, is who we are is where we belong Home, is how we have become, how we have come a long way from, and where we return to. Like nomads, it is where we are found. Home, is where we are...
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
Belong
If only temporarily, the Milky Way took up residence along my spine today. I can still feel, and even see it, softly glowing there although I know, rationally, it chooses to live elsewhere.
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
Today