I'm afraid my dear humanistic friend those who will listen to Your call are few, I'm afraid my friend that I and You will keep witnessing these kind of barbarian violence, but do we have any choice but to write and speak about it? do we have any choice but to keep the faith and hope? to keep on believing? Your words are intense and "harsh" exactly how they should be, almost brought tears to my eyes, Thank You my friend, thank You for keep being whom You are, for keep Your essence safe in this crule world.
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Dear friend, there is power in the written word - it may sometimes feel like a dripping tap - but - .. read moreDear friend, there is power in the written word - it may sometimes feel like a dripping tap - but - even that erodes away atrocities with time - thank you for your kind comments - bless... :-)
This is the best description of this curse that I've read EVER. You really nail it with insidious creepy pervasive imagery that matches the true curse giving us (here in the USA) a mass murder situation every single day ("mass" being 4 or more dead). God forbid that some honky loses his right to have a military style assault weapon carried freely on the streets . . . no, it's way better to live with the minor inconvenience of daily mass murder. Excuse my irony, sometimes the b***h can't resist (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
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Your reaction and review are most humbling dear friend - thanks soooo much Margie - bless you... :-)
Hello, Phill! :)
It was a sad day in a typically peaceful place. I found your word choices interesting, some big ones. There are a couple verbs, "injects" and "sends" that don't need the "s".
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Thank you for your comments and supportive words... :-)
I'm afraid my dear humanistic friend those who will listen to Your call are few, I'm afraid my friend that I and You will keep witnessing these kind of barbarian violence, but do we have any choice but to write and speak about it? do we have any choice but to keep the faith and hope? to keep on believing? Your words are intense and "harsh" exactly how they should be, almost brought tears to my eyes, Thank You my friend, thank You for keep being whom You are, for keep Your essence safe in this crule world.
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Dear friend, there is power in the written word - it may sometimes feel like a dripping tap - but - .. read moreDear friend, there is power in the written word - it may sometimes feel like a dripping tap - but - even that erodes away atrocities with time - thank you for your kind comments - bless... :-)
yes, we have to unite in peace and love...to kill so many while they are praying?????!!!!!!!!!
there is no sanctuary left from the terror...
not even in God's houses.
so sad...and your writing is elegant here...hits hard
j.
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It is my way to stand up against terrorism - write about it and encourage others to lobby their poli.. read moreIt is my way to stand up against terrorism - write about it and encourage others to lobby their politicians to act more positively to combat this issue! Thanks for your comments Jacob... :-)
Once again the usual story is being repeated in different words. This is such a poignant and powerful write-up. Of course, a bucket full of sympathy for the victims.
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Thank you for your comments my friend - yes - thee are too many stories on the same theme - you woul.. read moreThank you for your comments my friend - yes - thee are too many stories on the same theme - you would think 'someone' would take actions to prevent such tragedies … :-)
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I desperately wish that there is "someone" out there.
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..