Tag: rare
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Robot
The world is a big yet small place Erased are the small desires To hide your face Cell phones record Security videos are rarely erased AI copies, voices and people Human Hands are replaced We stare at the struggling Trying to get ahead in our own race Till one day we realize… The world is…
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Precious
I have seen a wounded animal fight to the death for a chance at life. I have seen birds of prey become the prey while hunting the adversary they thought was weaker. How often do we count out the people who have endured the most? The people that we believe will never recover or heal…
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Honest Thoughts on Compassion
As of late, I have been absent from this blog. I felt the need to give myself time to mourn. I learned that it is a long and tedious process that can’t be rushed or ignored. For a year and a half, I fought my emotions, worked out, laughed, cried and tried to make sense…
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True Love
Dedication to matters of the heart are all encompassing. They keep us awake at night. We rise in the morning to thoughts of affection, appreciation and devotion. Wanting to be grasped by the embrace of rapture. And the pull of desire tempted by kisses from a lover’s lips. True love doesn’t end, never ceases and…
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Cobblestone
Be the odd ball. The one who rarely gets everything right but dances to the beat of their own drum. Stand apart from the crowd. Yell, smile and walk to the sound of your heart beat. Surely, you have the rhythm of life marching with you against the tapping heel of aged cobblestone. Love always,…
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Blue Screens
Digital excitement Turned into relationship slumber Don’t sleep on me Even when the electric stops following Love, God and work ethic is all you need But 2K beckoned louder Pay attention like it’s a 9-5 Though the things that give you pleasure Won’t keep you alive But never came to see about me Didn’t give…
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Cautious
Be cautious, high voltage. Maybe rude Maybe kind Snap off without notice Then act like everything’s fine Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin Never know if you’ll see them again They’re rare like hitting the lottery Fickled like catching the wind Stepping out every so often To feel the sand in-between loose toes To…
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Til It’s Over
Til It’s Over Lean on the Lord Put tired arms on a willing shoulder Because I don’t have the strength To carry you over the threshold Some vogues we take without a crew Devoid of a compass to guide The wind blows through the sails of your boat Feeling isolated but rarely alone Because only…
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