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April 10,2009 by scottmartinlocke
Time has no hold on heaven so some day to meet with the Maker and have a long talk that day will be my fortune along with some strong black tea, and a piece of bread may well be my destiny. It's all mine
beneath the starry sky; but when morning comes the reality of humanity sets in. Chance comes mysteriously to mend our error, or to make good upon the promise that everything will be just all -right. Remember the rainbow ? And the great flood ? The rain will stop and dry land will show itself from the receding water. to error is human. only machines fail. people
just make mistakes of judgment.
The bountiful seasons pour their gifts except by our labor and memory of it are they stored and hope secured that work
is not a vain thing and survival is made by our wit and hands. spring is hear now. a bumble bee passed by my open window even as i sit here at my desk thinking about life and reality. i was unemployed this time last month. a lesson well learned now that i'm back to work in a different field, but work the same pays the bills. no more want and desire except for our continuous needs. the Lord is my shepard i shall not want. don't we already have everything we need and more ?
It is our desire and passion that will claim its hold on us; poor humans fated to the extreme limits of our abilities. No one is exempt and all is fair where justice rules.
Jack Frost has retreated to the north. more questions than answers echo in my mind. I hear be content; but know no answer to the mystery of life. we keep ample supply of sunshine in our heart for that cloudy day when thunder warns of a storm. who has enough courage to renounce ? where has all our compassion gone ? i stopped for a begger to lend a hand because i've been there. even got written up by a bald headed rookie cop for asking for some change. the common folk give the most. the rich are too caught up with themself to even give you eye contact; but they know you are there on the corner with a sign. just wait until it's their turn. revolution is a true cause when you are depressed because of economic tradegy that strikes swift as lightning. one day your at work. the next , you are at the ESC office with a hundred just like you looking out for yourself getting a buck back from the government that you paid in fair and square.
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A Poem about Child Abuse
CHILD ABUSE
By Karen R. LaFountain
I think this poem describes just another piece of my discovery,
That does not always mean I have found complete recovery!
If you were abuse and always told your life had no meaning,
If you ...
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a walk in the park
hope is a waking dream. I dream of a different world. fragile hearts release their burdens releasing ghosts from the past. everywhere I look I see the unseen celebrating my fortune.
If one were alone but no one is and still we craw from lonliness...
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88 Connections!
One of the latest prosequences of the Battle for World 88 is the muse of history Clio just became our 88th connection on IMPnow!
Let us also welcome the muse of astronomy, her sister Urania.
Thank you for your service.
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Each of us
Each man, and each woman is worthy of ascension,
Is worthy of the fulfillment of their dreams.
However, we must want it, strive for it, and work to achieve it.
Let those who would stifle your course, and destroy your compass...
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Forty Winters
Its been eight, going on nine years since my fortieth.
The snow I think then, was just a tad deeper,a bit more colder,it kept me spinning in lignite ramblings of self loathing,
and spiritual bankruptcy.
My Sun had not yet risen at f...
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