September 2017
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A Living Art
The traces on the body are that of an architect A walking amazement Crowds cheer, though silently Thus, the self proceeds, oblivious of such. The outline of the body is that carved by nature Fruits to the head Sweetness for the belly Feet move like trees breezing naturally. Personality in the body is a sack,… Continue reading
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Sunday Morning
Church has multiple services:9am-11am;12pm-2pm;3pm-5pm. As late of a bird as I am,the earliest service is always my aim:when on the path to Jesus Christ,the majority is asleep. (But the birds are awake!) lending harmonies and voices;making my inner smile,as I ponder. On previous choicesthey talk.But to only those who mind,those with peace exploding in the… Continue reading
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The Last Bite (Poetry)
I live for Thursday afternoon dinner, At the Crossroads Culinary Center. Orange Ginger Chicken mopping my tongue, Salivated between my molars. Oh, if only my stomach could bare the vastness Almost makes worth of Pointless lectures; Endless tortures. I will look forward to full-fill-ment, You, pursue accomplishment. Sesame chicken, passion expression Library sit-in. Look to… Continue reading