Tag Archive: dreams

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Overcrowded lives pulled a thousand different ways know not how to live. Desiccating dreams pounding at a worried mind powdering the will. Recreational Inaccessibility hardening the heart. . Flower of the soul blossoms… Continue reading

Poetry War – What’s 2014 Got To Do With It, Got To Do With It?

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The End Of The Year… A day for reflection on all that has happened in my life through the past twelve months and whether the year has brought me closer to wherever it… Continue reading

Poetry War: Past and Future

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Nostalgia dreams suffocating,  I awake remembering their sacrifice to prove Vimana fly, terraforming Earth before they died. . The past remembers suffering the price of rediscovery, weeping as her future children strive to… Continue reading

Poetry War – The Aftermath of Misunderstanding

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Imaginational Conflicts It all starts with glitter and hype the big day dawns  and skys are bright. Friends and family gather round forming a mantle of comforting sound. A special someone holds you tight,… Continue reading

Poetry War – Free Your Dreams

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For some reason I have  been in a strange frame of mind lately. I guess the holiday season brings me closer to a sense of the passage of time and a feel for… Continue reading

Poetry War – What is Happiness and Why Do We Need Some?

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Floridaborne made a statement in her last post that one can not base their happiness on another and this is absolutely true. It made me stop and think about my own life and… Continue reading

Poetry War – Condensation

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. Have you ever lived . in a small, constricted space? . Have you found that, due to circumstances beyond your control, you have to somehow make space for more things to fit… Continue reading

Poetry War – Step Into The Future

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What is my dream? No, really…What is my dream? Through my life I’ve always had many goals in sight – from daily goals to lifetime goals: Share life, the universe and everything with my… Continue reading

Poetry War – The American Dream

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When I was young my parents worked hard to build a home, improve their situation, provide a place for us, and ‘get ahead’. As I grew up I watched them adding rooms to… Continue reading

Poetry Wars–Is this our fate?

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Well, Kayuk… That’s the strangest addiction to eating what you love that I’ve heard in a very long time. I have my doubts that the taste of dirty socks and burnt engine oil… Continue reading