feelings
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Why is life like a patchwork quilt Stiched together by our force of will, How comes the tales and stories Are written in ink by our quills, Speaking of how our inspirations live on still, No matter the hardships, of which we’ve had our fill. Yet mankind is stubborn and it does not give up…
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I walked down to the river And I stood on the bank And as I gazed and looked out over The far and distant land, I saw a hope and I saw a future And it laid in man it was in his own hands, It had the fate of its future Within its own…
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There is always hope believe me Beyond the veil dreams are inspiring In song and words we see poetic verse We reach our from all our pain and hurt Light shines in rays so opalescent Radiant and incandescent It bring a lump into the throat And causes tears to flow from eyes That moment so…
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Prepare for the great flood As something wicked this way comes Shakespeare said it could be felt By the pricking of my thumbs Surrounded by the Nephilm Before the great deluge There is no sanctuary for us There is no hope of refuge Prepare for the end of times Synchronicity points out the signs Ignorant…
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The flight of an eagle With its giant wings Soaring high and gliding on winds It’s feathers of gold fluttering As it swoops and dives like an aerial plaything Yet its talons and beak makes it a formidable bird of prey. Eagles are majestic yet stone cold assassin’s But their beauty in flight cannot be…
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In mythical times there were legendary tales Legendary places such as Tintagel Laying in the County of Cornwall Where King Arthur and Merlin came to fame, Also many miles away there was a place named Troy Where Helen caused a epic war and her face launch a thousand ships, Where legendary God’s and fearless men…
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She was unhappy, because she had been let down, she was finding hard to find some solid ground, her world was shaken, like never before, she was feeling the pain, right down to her core, she now felt flawed and so overawed by emotion. She let life spin out of control believing love had gone…
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The old wood mill Churning crystal waters The creaking timbers And the gentle splashes This beautiful scene Is a wonderous thing Set along a river theme Amongst hills of verdency Of apple green dreams Renewing my faith and belief In nature which is inspiring me. The chairoscuro sky is now blue Cloudless serene and in…

