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Solitary Sentinel

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Solitary Sentinel

I often feel like a radio caught between stations, or perhaps a ham radio operator living deep in the vast white waste of Antarctica. A solitary sentinel. I can hear what everyone else hears. Almost. But only the outer fringes. I'm buried in a howling storm. Hood and gloves on, even in my shelter. I hear the overlap of thousands of channels. Many in strange languages with skipped words. Loud and whisper thin. Fast and slow rhythmed, with ululating tones, pings and beeps. I sense the shape of them. Of the words. Of the world. I understand much of its mystery. I press the talk button and try to call out. To communicate. My antenna is broken
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Reach for the Hands

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Reach for the Hands

[Song (mp3)] you walk down the street with your head in the clouds eyes dancing round so you don't have to see the man on the corner living in a box a young girl selling her innocence while your dreamin of things you want to posses but these things won't bring you happiness stop for a minute look at the world and see   what's going on 'round you children going hungry -poverty uneven justice -inequality while your dreamin of things you want to posses but these things won't bring you happiness open your eyes and reach for the hands that reach out to you they're no different than those that you hold dear how can you turn away? you
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Looking At Yesterday

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Looking At Yesterday

[Song (mp3)] You're sitting on the porch swing looking at yesterday. Your hopes and dreams have taken wing and flown away. Your vision blurs, as tears slide down your face wondering if you still have words to say. Whispered words on the breeze scatter your fears and opens up your soul so you can finally hear "The setting sun is not a bitter end it fills the sky with colors missing in the morning light." A purple nightingale begins to sing and laughing now you kick your heels, and start to swing "Life is more than just the blazing sun it's orange skies and shiny stars and memories." You're swinging on the porch and looking at yeste
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Why?

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Why?

 unfair the world *at times it seems* delivers joy to louts and pain to children uneven, the meting out not born of merit nor balancing scales of cosmic justice the question begged by this inequity "WHY?" cried out by child and parent old... young... rich... poor... ...loved and unloved... "WHY?" it echoes down hallways and is at the core of our shared humanity "WHY?" demanding answer it crawls through time grasps at science and the divine "WHY?" i have no answer certain in the light save only faith, unproved and hopeful yearnings of the heart that love -itself a force lives even beyond the grave
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Old Postcard on the Windowsill

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Old Postcard on the Windowsill

I found an old postcard on the window sill above the kitchen sink A colorful portrayal of azure waves doe eyed beauty and gossamer sands now faded into uneven grays Its surface is bubbled and ringed round the careless flowerpot using it as a coaster I watch as trails of ants race along the curling edges cast in silhouette like salt-laden camels crossing sunset Saharan dunes Beneath the fired clay of humble violet's home life bright colors surprise my eyes rekindling memories of sunny yesterdays.
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The Heavy Heart

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The Heavy Heart

Like a stone the heavy heart will sink in calm waters while the heart unburdened dances light on grievous seas
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The Old Well

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The Old Well

broken lies my heart my will behind the tumbled bricks of dreams no longer bright i doubt now my resolve my worth as sorrowing i stretch my hand returned too often empty deep the well was dug yet now lies dry and tears alone cannot restore it
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The Stories We Tell

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The Stories We Tell

Sometimes we forget, as we travel through our lives, that everything we see is itself a complete story and not just a prop, a page or a sentence in our personal narrative. What type of people would we be if we read more than the covers of the books we pass on the street? Who would we become if we could more fully see the prologues,   chapters and epilogues of the people and things we share the world with? We are surrounded by a universe far richer than we imagine. Each rock, each tree, each person, is itself a world worthy of consideration, wonder and respect.
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The Porch

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The Porch

You sit in the twilight of a life that is yet in the late afternoon. The darkness you fear are but shadows cast by late summer clouds. The wheeling ravens you imagine ... only brittle leaves blowing in a steady breeze. Do not depart the pleasant porch sooner than you must. The falling sun will paint the sky in colors unseen at midday.
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Solitary Sentinel

S

Solitary Sentinel

I often feel like a radio caught between stations, or perhaps a ham radio operator living deep in the vast white waste of Antarctica. A solitary sentinel. I can hear what everyone else hears. Almost. But only the outer fringes. I'm buried in a howling storm. Hood and gloves on, even in my shelter. I hear the overlap of thousands of channels. Many in strange languages with skipped words. Loud and whisper thin. Fast and slow rhythmed, with ululating tones, pings and beeps. I sense the shape of them. Of the words. Of the world. I understand much of its mystery. I press the talk button and try to call out. To communicate. My antenna is broken
1Comments

Reach for the Hands

R

Reach for the Hands

[Song (mp3)] you walk down the street with your head in the clouds eyes dancing round so you don't have to see the man on the corner living in a box a young girl selling her innocence while your dreamin of things you want to posses but these things won't bring you happiness stop for a minute look at the world and see   what's going on 'round you children going hungry -poverty uneven justice -inequality while your dreamin of things you want to posses but these things won't bring you happiness open your eyes and reach for the hands that reach out to you they're no different than those that you hold dear how can you turn away? you
0Comments

Looking At Yesterday

L

Looking At Yesterday

[Song (mp3)] You're sitting on the porch swing looking at yesterday. Your hopes and dreams have taken wing and flown away. Your vision blurs, as tears slide down your face wondering if you still have words to say. Whispered words on the breeze scatter your fears and opens up your soul so you can finally hear "The setting sun is not a bitter end it fills the sky with colors missing in the morning light." A purple nightingale begins to sing and laughing now you kick your heels, and start to swing "Life is more than just the blazing sun it's orange skies and shiny stars and memories." You're swinging on the porch and looking at yeste
2Comments

Old Postcard on the Windowsill

O

Old Postcard on the Windowsill

I found an old postcard on the window sill above the kitchen sink A colorful portrayal of azure waves doe eyed beauty and gossamer sands now faded into uneven grays Its surface is bubbled and ringed round the careless flowerpot using it as a coaster I watch as trails of ants race along the curling edges cast in silhouette like salt-laden camels crossing sunset Saharan dunes Beneath the fired clay of humble violet's home life bright colors surprise my eyes rekindling memories of sunny yesterdays.
5Comments

Why?

W

Why?

 unfair the world *at times it seems* delivers joy to louts and pain to children uneven, the meting out not born of merit nor balancing scales of cosmic justice the question begged by this inequity "WHY?" cried out by child and parent old... young... rich... poor... ...loved and unloved... "WHY?" it echoes down hallways and is at the core of our shared humanity "WHY?" demanding answer it crawls through time grasps at science and the divine "WHY?" i have no answer certain in the light save only faith, unproved and hopeful yearnings of the heart that love -itself a force lives even beyond the grave
1Comments

The Heavy Heart

T

The Heavy Heart

Like a stone the heavy heart will sink in calm waters while the heart unburdened dances light on grievous seas
0Comments

The Old Well

T

The Old Well

broken lies my heart my will behind the tumbled bricks of dreams no longer bright i doubt now my resolve my worth as sorrowing i stretch my hand returned too often empty deep the well was dug yet now lies dry and tears alone cannot restore it
0Comments

The Stories We Tell

T

The Stories We Tell

Sometimes we forget, as we travel through our lives, that everything we see is itself a complete story and not just a prop, a page or a sentence in our personal narrative. What type of people would we be if we read more than the covers of the books we pass on the street? Who would we become if we could more fully see the prologues,   chapters and epilogues of the people and things we share the world with? We are surrounded by a universe far richer than we imagine. Each rock, each tree, each person, is itself a world worthy of consideration, wonder and respect.
0Comments

The Porch

T

The Porch

You sit in the twilight of a life that is yet in the late afternoon. The darkness you fear are but shadows cast by late summer clouds. The wheeling ravens you imagine ... only brittle leaves blowing in a steady breeze. Do not depart the pleasant porch sooner than you must. The falling sun will paint the sky in colors unseen at midday.
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little bird

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little bird

little bird who once upon my branches stood where have you gone? your nest sits empty beneath the boughs of shady green that i provided your song that echoed in the forest glade has stilled black silken wings conspiracy of a dark marauder caught your eye you flew away trading sweet nectar for carrion and melodies for raucous cries but wait ... in the dusk fraught distance frail blue amidst the inky plumes is that you? torn feathers your form bedraggled ... soiled ... can it be? a shadow at your back pulls quills unnoticed then casts them spiraling downwards, flee little bird! soon the birthright you share with angels will be stripped
5Comments

Solitary Sentinel

S

Solitary Sentinel

I often feel like a radio caught between stations, or perhaps a ham radio operator living deep in the vast white waste of Antarctica. A solitary sentinel. I can hear what everyone else hears. Almost. But only the outer fringes. I'm buried in a howling storm. Hood and gloves on, even in my shelter. I hear the overlap of thousands of channels. Many in strange languages with skipped words. Loud and whisper thin. Fast and slow rhythmed, with ululating tones, pings and beeps. I sense the shape of them. Of the words. Of the world. I understand much of its mystery. I press the talk button and try to call out. To communicate. My antenna is broken
1Comments

Looking At Yesterday

L

Looking At Yesterday

[Song (mp3)] You're sitting on the porch swing looking at yesterday. Your hopes and dreams have taken wing and flown away. Your vision blurs, as tears slide down your face wondering if you still have words to say. Whispered words on the breeze scatter your fears and opens up your soul so you can finally hear "The setting sun is not a bitter end it fills the sky with colors missing in the morning light." A purple nightingale begins to sing and laughing now you kick your heels, and start to swing "Life is more than just the blazing sun it's orange skies and shiny stars and memories." You're swinging on the porch and looking at yeste
2Comments

Reach for the Hands

R

Reach for the Hands

[Song (mp3)] you walk down the street with your head in the clouds eyes dancing round so you don't have to see the man on the corner living in a box a young girl selling her innocence while your dreamin of things you want to posses but these things won't bring you happiness stop for a minute look at the world and see   what's going on 'round you children going hungry -poverty uneven justice -inequality while your dreamin of things you want to posses but these things won't bring you happiness open your eyes and reach for the hands that reach out to you they're no different than those that you hold dear how can you turn away? you
0Comments

Why?

W

Why?

 unfair the world *at times it seems* delivers joy to louts and pain to children uneven, the meting out not born of merit nor balancing scales of cosmic justice the question begged by this inequity "WHY?" cried out by child and parent old... young... rich... poor... ...loved and unloved... "WHY?" it echoes down hallways and is at the core of our shared humanity "WHY?" demanding answer it crawls through time grasps at science and the divine "WHY?" i have no answer certain in the light save only faith, unproved and hopeful yearnings of the heart that love -itself a force lives even beyond the grave
1Comments

Old Postcard on the Windowsill

O

Old Postcard on the Windowsill

I found an old postcard on the window sill above the kitchen sink A colorful portrayal of azure waves doe eyed beauty and gossamer sands now faded into uneven grays Its surface is bubbled and ringed round the careless flowerpot using it as a coaster I watch as trails of ants race along the curling edges cast in silhouette like salt-laden camels crossing sunset Saharan dunes Beneath the fired clay of humble violet's home life bright colors surprise my eyes rekindling memories of sunny yesterdays.
5Comments

The Heavy Heart

T

The Heavy Heart

Like a stone the heavy heart will sink in calm waters while the heart unburdened dances light on grievous seas
0Comments

The Old Well

T

The Old Well

broken lies my heart my will behind the tumbled bricks of dreams no longer bright i doubt now my resolve my worth as sorrowing i stretch my hand returned too often empty deep the well was dug yet now lies dry and tears alone cannot restore it
0Comments

The Stories We Tell

T

The Stories We Tell

Sometimes we forget, as we travel through our lives, that everything we see is itself a complete story and not just a prop, a page or a sentence in our personal narrative. What type of people would we be if we read more than the covers of the books we pass on the street? Who would we become if we could more fully see the prologues,   chapters and epilogues of the people and things we share the world with? We are surrounded by a universe far richer than we imagine. Each rock, each tree, each person, is itself a world worthy of consideration, wonder and respect.
0Comments

The Porch

T

The Porch

You sit in the twilight of a life that is yet in the late afternoon. The darkness you fear are but shadows cast by late summer clouds. The wheeling ravens you imagine ... only brittle leaves blowing in a steady breeze. Do not depart the pleasant porch sooner than you must. The falling sun will paint the sky in colors unseen at midday.
4Comments

little bird

l

little bird

little bird who once upon my branches stood where have you gone? your nest sits empty beneath the boughs of shady green that i provided your song that echoed in the forest glade has stilled black silken wings conspiracy of a dark marauder caught your eye you flew away trading sweet nectar for carrion and melodies for raucous cries but wait ... in the dusk fraught distance frail blue amidst the inky plumes is that you? torn feathers your form bedraggled ... soiled ... can it be? a shadow at your back pulls quills unnoticed then casts them spiraling downwards, flee little bird! soon the birthright you share with angels will be stripped
5Comments
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All great journeys begin with a search for Truth.

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Favourite Movies
LOTR, Avatar
Favourite Writers
Dean Koontz is one but I read many ...
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Betrayal at Krondor -oldie with a good plot based on Raymond Feist's book.
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Hi, I used your stock here:   Elena by akhkham
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Hi! I was in a silly mood and made a picture to match my mood! :lol: I used your grass stock for hair! Thank you!

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AginNationHobbyist Writer
sup man. Thanks so much for the watch
Not a problem - thanks. Keep writing. :)
AginNationHobbyist Writer
Oh and also for adding me to your folder :)
Thanks for the watch!
PhisisturaeStudent Writer
Thank you for the watch :D