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Farmer God
From on high, God looks down upon the faithful. Staring with thoughtful reprise, then gleefully accepted their obedience, and servitude. With a simple hand gesture, all knelt to bow. Congratulating them with favor, he then waited for their spirits to crescendo. At the top, through the pomp and circumstance, God let his might blade fall. Again, pleased by the results, and spoke dryly, “Ah, another bunch of Numskulls for the Noggin Pile.”
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Enjoy the Fallout
Before we go to sleep, would you like to hear a story? Today is the last day. There is no more tomorrows. The long winding road ends, My shoes are worn thin, and … The water is fine, come on in.
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The Same Coin
One side always says yes, while the other says no. Fighting all day, and never budging, is the lack of compromise. With each toss, the results never change, and nothing to show. Toss the ball up, watch it fly, watch it fall. Being alone in a game made for two, is a game set to lose. No matter the effort, no matter the ingenuity, and nothing to show. Effort forward brings joy, while slowing brings fear. Drawing in reserves to bolster, and defend, is to show weakness. Resist the ebb and flow, toil long to tread, and nothing to show. To flow with the times, to wallow in consistency, tears us asunder. Rising above the fray, is to wear the bull
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Home on a Saturday Morning
Who can remember those days, points in time, life caught on wax? A smell of being whole, and sun-rays through the eyelashes, glitter on the heart. I must never forget the motion cotton balls made in my daydreams. Pancakes, Eggs, Bacon, sizzle and pop. In the other room, grand dad's Big Ben opens dialog, tick, tick, tick, Bong.... One O'clock, Mom lets the radio hiss, a man's friendly voice, and its Paul Harvey. Resting my elbows on the table, drinking in the day, when string beans appear. Without a word, re-flexing hand and peering knife, the job begins. Viewing the world around, foregoing time's passing, my back wriggles up a chill.
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Speakers Under the Soil
The Dead have something to say, and it arrives on a cold wind. Deep within the Tundra, frozen by the passing time, eyes of man once tread. Still, there are those voices who have refused to fall into Silence. Here enters Life, and the blood that flows red. March of the Living, it grinds forward pressing plow into furrow, and man's eyes tread on. Still, there are those who believe in their voices, and refuse to fall Silent. Onward to the Future, and welcome its locomotion with open arms. Though unclear to what comes, none Living shall pass the Veil of Inverness. Still, there are those who conceal and quell the Unfalllen.
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The Edged View Door
The Edged View Door -|- We know how to enter and exit, but stay? What do I mean, stay? Lets start with enter and exit. We enter the door into another room, to where we exited the hall a moment ago. Now imagine instead of exiting, you stay there. Are you in another place, or are you of two places at once? What would be the point of staying? Are you going to inhabit the gap between two places, or is this a world we can't see? In an odd way, think of it as a downgrade from 3D to 2D. Up/Down and Left/Right, no In/Out. In my mind, not really a nice experience. So, what else can we do? Maybe we can use it as a door in a unilateral way. Yes, to
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Farmer God
From on high, God looks down upon the faithful. Staring with thoughtful reprise, then gleefully accepted their obedience, and servitude. With a simple hand gesture, all knelt to bow. Congratulating them with favor, he then waited for their spirits to crescendo. At the top, through the pomp and circumstance, God let his might blade fall. Again, pleased by the results, and spoke dryly, “Ah, another bunch of Numskulls for the Noggin Pile.”
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May 10
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Deviant for 13 years
I am promoting my new book, first book, and I would like to see your opinions one day. Tensi: The Advocate of Balance (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B018WJX4CG?keywords=Robert%20B%20Dutton&qid=1449500358&ref_=sr_1_1&s=digital-text&sr=1-1 ) A fanta ...
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A novel idea
I am aiming to finish my first novel in January. How can I do it when Life keeps throwing crap at me? Therefore I am looking for a good set of crappy windshield wipers; know anybody? My poor baby blues are turning a terrible shade of mud. This makes my over all determination tainted and a skew. (I must have it, I will find it; there will be no substitute.)
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writing
The art of writing is easy, what's hard is consolidating the path of the story. I have hundreds, no thousands, of ideas that crash about in my head and all I want is a handful of them to spill out in order. Lately I have been working on my mental voice. What voice will I write this story in? First person, second, or third; I don't know. Who ever I am today, I thought, I wrote, I am.
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:hello: by BadMote thank you very much for the +fav :happydance: by a-kid-at-heart
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w00t!  thank you very much for the  +fav  Waffle Joy
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Thank you for the fave Robert !