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How I long to hear Her sweet bell ringing,And see Her pointed crown held high once moreHer outstretched arms desperately clinging, To the disparaged s..
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The opening to a project
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As 2016 enters its final act and prepares to close the curtains on another year, I am reminded as I sit with my family, wrappedin the warmth of the ho..
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Screaming from the inside,
Shouting vehemently to the masses
Refusing to succumb to the vile indifference
Of venomous souls spiraling aiml..
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I usually awaken first, while the room is still darkand the audacious sun's light hasn't yet disturbed our peaceful nest.And though she is unaware, I ..
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I've lived life in the fast lane,down back alley ways, that you would never dare venture,I've seen hell, injected, over and over, day after day,I've s..
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The Music of Our LivesIt’s getting late-but the hour glass is broken,Because the sand beneath our feet flows much faster,Than the hands upon the..
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I couldn't wait to grow up, I was a restless youthAnxious to see the world I had read so often about but never seenI wanted to see in color, and this ..
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I'm breaking over and over into a thousand pieces,Pieces of myself, my soul, dispatched across all of creation,In an instant all that was so loved and..
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A recent experience of mine
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