Category: world
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Chains
Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road…
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Calf
The food lives not It was cut from the root Drained of it substance It breathes no longer Seeking sunlight no more It’s days of grazing ran short It’s freedom to roam cut off While the world turned The breeze blew Days went on While life was taken to sustain another’s… The calf grew strong…
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The Mission of Writers
Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
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Molded Bread
Gloom is a shadow that thankful souls don’t need. Cast it aside like bad food. Don’t consume the sadness created by the few. Who seek ignorance and ignore the truth. Stand up against the rising feeling of anxiety. Do not eat of it’s fruit. It grows in the world like mold taking to old bread.…
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Passenger Side
Fear has no place here. It’s the opposite of peaceful. It rides passenger side with the spirit of anxious. Moving without notice because it lacks patience. But many cater to its needs anyway. They dread the night and allow the day to slip away. Afraid of the impending tolls they’ll have to pay… But fear…
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Good Things
Good Things Sometimes, it’s hard to see the goodness in the world But it’s there… The lens may get a little foggy in the midst of rain The beauty hidden by the murkiness of a cloudy day Covered by the dim lamp shade of turbulent news But it’s there… Tucked under rocks, pushed forward by…
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