March 2012
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The Eternal 'D' of Inspiration
As of recent analyzations it’s become apparent to me that my only fountain of inspiration has been envy and jealousy. A need for recognition that I too can do ‘it’, that I am also capable of doing just ‘that’. But why? Why is it that I must observe you in a state of creation before I desire to do it? What bothers me even further is the distance, or lack thereof,...
February 2012
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the colors.
A sea of reds my histories become. began with blues as a toddler & knew nothing true And those callouses grew black which can easily be used to characterize the majority of my quarter century. And along came you, taught me that I had a soul within I was capable of sin, but I held back because I knew the pain it’d cause you. And I withdrew I grew apart from you. & again I returned to...
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“Somewhere I saw faces and hands fighting for...
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I often wonder
if any of the people I follow have any thoughts forming in their head that are all their own.