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A Short Oath To Music
Sometimes the right song plays at the right moment with the right feeling taking over you. I am emotionally attached to music as I think we all are. For it is only a song that can express your emotions as no other art form can. It is only a song that people refer to as…
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WINTER
WINTER I lost my soul to the cold. She was a bitter frosty girl. Her shoulder colder than Minnesota. Her pupils an icy swirl. Lips of neon, breath of Freon. And a jagged tongue of ice. Hypothermia fills my cornea. And the chills began to bite. She once was Summer, Than fell to Spring. Turned…
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Thought of the day
Even if your always not a winner. Make sure that you are always a contender.
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THE RAPTURE
Welcome to the final hours of the apocalypse. It is time to see what really matters when time is truly of the essence. When twenty-four hours fades into twelve hours and that handful of places that you once had to be all mesh into one. Will where you go?. Will you spend your final hours…
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Thought Of The Day
Time is something not to be cherished, but to be spent wisely.
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Another year lost causes you to reflect on the past. What could you have done to make this year a little better. What could you have done to make this year and past years a little more successful. The ending of a year is like the ending of a chapter. It is exciting in a…
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AT MY FUNERAL
I do not want to fade away. But I am already gone. I am the wind that whispers as you slumber. I am the moment that you remember that causes you to smile. I am a moment in time that you wish you can relive but you never can. The sun will still rise tomorrow…
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THE EVOLUTION OF MAN
My pants once sagged below my waste catered by a belt and firearm. I once thought that life ended at twenty one. I once believed in easy money. I once believed that guerillas only win. But what I have come to realize like many other young people will once their thoughts become ripened. Once they…
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Black President, White America
I sit alone on a cloud over looking the world. The air is still and the night is quiet. All the eyes in the world hold golden slumbers but mines. I stay awake as the worlds worries. I am the cannon ball of a country as it dives into troubled waters. I am the storm…
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Thought of the Day
The world is slowly going illiterate. And not by force but by choice.