Heart
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Thoughts at Lucca’s Coffeehouse
I wandered last night. Moving around through the desolate cities creates almost a false sense of refinery. For some reason each time I turn a corner and I’m greeted by hundreds of buildings I feel as though mankind as achieved something… yet it’s a strange paradox. The streets are ghostly on their own. The freezing... Read More
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People walking down the street, saying everything is fine. They can see it coming, but they don’t have time. Everyone is moving-Hell prepares her gates- Entering eternity and finding it too late. People open up your eyes. Strangely it seems that we’ve lost our sense of sight, Walking in the shadows, so afraid to show... Read More
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With mixed emotions I felt death strike Sitting in a crowded coffee house on a damp night Surrounded by a city of dead people that smiled and laughed And spoke of life. I smiled through the pleasant pain of Losing some vague connection with an obscure past Tasting mint espresso and the overwhelming sense of... Read More
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My soul cries out with the deepest plea for heaven To bring me a kindred spirit knit so tightly to my very soul That I cannot move or breathe without the spirit of that One moving or breathing beside me. I have tasted a summer closeness that died with The first bite of autumn frost;... Read More
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The room is dark and my soul is alone; Sharply cut by the blades of the whirring fan. I have lived many lives, and have died many deaths; Now I lie like a broken crayon. At once I filled many pictures with hue Empty pages that once drew a colorless stare But the strokes that... Read More
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I’ve Given Up A Time Or Two Before
I’ve given up a time or two before, Half drowned by icy turmoil within. Emotions crest and break upon the shore, Drowning reason with their ever-present roar. I fight against the surge, but never win. I’ve given up a time or two before. A swell against the sand-the waves restore The smooth and untouched beauty... Read More
