Zombie Slayer
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Saturday, June 29, 2013
Prepare Myself
About 3WW
Three Word Wednesday gives writers, poets and those who journal a mid-week jolt of creativity.
Each week, three words are selected; you create something with the words. Then come back and post a link to your contribution.
The idea is to create an online writers' collective, where feedback is offered and received.
All rights to the contributions rest with the author.
This is a place to stretch your muse, test your dreams.
Get writing, you.
Each week, three words are selected; you create something with the words. Then come back and post a link to your contribution.
The idea is to create an online writers' collective, where feedback is offered and received.
All rights to the contributions rest with the author.
This is a place to stretch your muse, test your dreams.
Get writing, you.
This weeks words,
garbage, imperative, traction
Prepare Myself
It is imperative now
That I have ears to hear
To navigate darkness
Use Love as my light
Dismiss the senses
the world as blight
You are my traction
That I have ears to hear
To navigate darkness
Use Love as my light
Dismiss the senses
the world as blight
It is imperative now
That I have ears to hear
You are my traction
through the garbage
Lifting me up
you draw me through
It is imperative now
That I have ears to hear
Word guiding me
Leading to you
Metaphors, Parables
Trasmitting your truth
It is imperative now
That I have ears to hear
Dancing my path
Preparing a home
for you
Leading to you
Metaphors, Parables
Trasmitting your truth
It is imperative now
That I have ears to hear
Dancing my path
Preparing a home
for you
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Shadow Love
SHADOW LOVE
IS MY SHADOWS LOVE
ANY LESS FOR THEE?
MERE REFLECTIONS
ON A PEELING WALL
MERGING TOGETHER
THE SUNS RAYS FROM ABOVE
CASTING PROJECTIONS
TO BE FELT BY ALL
SHARING OUR SHADOWS
WE ARE BLESSED
TO BE
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Asylum
Electro shock therapy.
Birthed me here.
My soul,
An arrow.
Here, I am free.
This shell,
Contains me,
Stuck in the walls
Like an arrow.
Longing for freedom,
To be shot from the bow,
Of my mind.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Heart
Heart
I've wandered the dark
eons of time
arms outstretched
hoping to find
a soul
my love
the Heart
that would beat with mine.
I've seen you before
in fields of green
just out of reach
only a dream.
I've lived many times
never finding my Heart.
Is it fated to be
forever apart.....
I hear a voice calling,
hoping to find....
A Heart
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