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can a mirage be real if you feel it only in your heart? // (j.a.r.)
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Can It?
There is a world inside of me life & pain it lives and breathes endless fog, scorching heat how am I to rule a world that I can't even see.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
& I wish I could turn myself inside-out
Hasten, Hasten, Do not flock away as the Shepard calls, Come now and be free, To fly among the stars, And bury all hope of depravity, Shine forth as a casket of golden light, Look down with your grace And bring forward lost souls Fumbling around for lost pleasures in the dark, Give them sight, Bestow upon them with your light, Sing and cry out your truths of life, We are here and now, Not locked in Past's mental prison or caught in Future's trap, Give us our days in shells, not in bread, Let us open them one by one, See what prizes awaits for us in its stead. Live and be free, Smote only those who hold you back from being thee.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Untitled
Mirrors, paintings Mirrors, paintings of me. Cut fingertips bandaged nicely Always asked for, always acknowledged, always gifting the best each holiday season. People are so modest, people are so kind, People created the devil called Wine. That's what makes people oh-so Divine.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Benessere
How do we live when we know one day, we will no more? How can we care for someone who may not feel the same? How could a situation so simple stir within us for the entirety of our lives? How can such a small decision affect our well-being? Although these problems are complicated, the answer itself  is simple: we are human, It's how we are programmed.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Human
To love life, a gift from Creation Is a duty we too easily forget Misunderstood is the wonder Lost in suffering, is the gratitude But friendship with life, is so Essential to finding beauty Learning like a child, so fundamental In our ability to appreciate circumstance And paramount, in the capacity Of limited creatures to choose free-will And exercise their soul, in blossoms Of experience, in honest affections In pure becoming, that’s the philosophy No trials can censure love out There are these holy attractors These metaphysical magnets of bliss They are quantum fuel for the sensitive Not only to be sensitive to suffering But sensitive to virtue, open to kindness Giving and receiving, without judgement Participating in harmony spontaneously God knows you are apt to enjoy suffering But to make it a habit would be an absurdity Make love the habit you base your life upon To walk a golden path with a smile To find your dreams on a sunlit assertion That your life is what you believe it can be: Life is a perception of how you reinforce the positive.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
A Self-Help Poem