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  • Angels Weep

      https://plus.google.com/u/0/+henrytamayohenrytanas/posts/NifwucnkeTP?cfem=1 Angels weep angels cry when beautiful people die for there are to few in this world. They feel the pain they feel sadness witnessing humanities madness they wish to hold us in the arms and shelter all their children from harm. They see themselves as our guardians protectors of love protectors of life…

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  • The monachopsis of my state I find the conscious state of how I feel defined, are reflections of my single minded stance and my ongoing difference, between how most people perceive their lives within society, I do not look to follow the herd and I choose to speak using my own words. My words may not…

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  • Too many tears shed

    How many tears have been cried over graves, of victims of this violent age, where war is so prevalent and oppression is too, killed by terrorist actions as well as police and by so called peace keeping forces and soldiers at war, in the name of greed and power from those who want more and use…

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  • Panicked

    She felt him panic when he heard the door she calmed him with her hands and whispered for him to continue on making love to her, she spoke of how, even though her husband had just got in from work, they had this joint agreement that other men could satisfy her. You see he could…

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  • Meeting people

    We gain and lose people along the way, we feel for those who do not make it, that’s why it is so important too embrace all those we meet along our path, for each of them have lessons for us to learn in many different kind of ways, be it tolerance, love or compassion, each…

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  • They were somebody’s baby Brother/sister a mum or dad, Stood up for their rights Aired their voices clear But then they paid the price Through acts of violence, Perpetrated through fear  And now they’re dead. They were somebody’s baby Who had the right to live, They were somebody’s baby But they’ve now been put to…

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  • Writing is like a calling It’s hard to control the flow, Poems running through my head From morning until night, It fills my very essence I feel a need to let it out, I do not know what else to do It just seems so right. It washes over me, Like a rhapsody, Like a…

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  • Truth is…

    Truth is, I don’t need this, Negativity on my TV, It’s not my reality, No its not my thing, All this war and violence  Bloodshed and dead bodies Across my plasma screen. Truth is, I don’t need this, Negativity on my TV, It’s not my reality, No its not my thing, I don’t want to…

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  • How much faith

    How much faith should we place in the establishment to keep us safe from harm. None. How much faith should we place in our leaders to lead us into a better brighter age. None. How much faith should we invest in our religions finding a way to coexist. None. How much faith should we place…

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  • Days of serenity

    Days of serenity there are never enough but feel free to connect with me and to engage unconditional love.   Days of serenity days of bliss, feel the experience of being spiritual within how we exist.   Days of serenity days of peace, work with me to achieve a better world than this, one without hating, war and greed…

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