tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15815265815877810882011-11-18T12:53:24.766-08:00May the words from my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you.Chick Drummerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15473451316454644319noreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1581526581587781088.post-31262197571994402772011-03-19T23:52:00.000-07:002011-03-19T23:52:45.211-07:00

This poem was created from a fantastic day of texting word associations back and forth with a dear friend of mine.  The words are listed at the top with the poem created from the words below.  Thank you for the inspiration jm :) @font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }

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This one is a bit heavy...just needed to write it :) @font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } I wanna transform every single wordin every last poem I write into the samevain filled daggers you usedto finish off my broken and bleeding heart

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@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } possibly I meant to see it through to the endperhapsI should have trusted you to be my friendsuppose nowthat I somehow know howto create for you and methat realityimagine the ability to create such

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@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } living life to the fullestsomewhere, somehowthrough a downward spiral of thoughtful consciousness progressbegan to shed it’s mindless, originatingcontextcomplex and full of heart pounding alarms

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@font-face { font-family: "Calibri"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } I used to worry about my actionsthat was until I found out about intentionthe wonderful “get out of jail free” cardthe word thats come to mean “acceptance of expectant ofblatant disregard” its become

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@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } been trying to find that thin lineburied beneath the sandthat balance of fear and joythat I hold in either handthe balance of everything and nothing in particularthe balance of the love I have and

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@font-face { font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } What is God?I’m confident when I ask that question every mind and heart Will start to pick apart such a question While simultaneously making it their missionTo piece together a sufficient definitionA

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i fear my time to light may just take a bit longer than i'd planned a longer distance from where i am there's something about this grip around my throat that doesn't seem to want to weaken or let go its making me light-headed headed down the wrong way of a one way street away from me my mind is aware but seems to have no control over any complete steps directing my feet to the point where i

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somewhere along the way long before the loneliness of the present day somewhere buried in the subconscious, off into the distant i held tight to the concept of love in the context of marriage and commitment even in the midst of understanding that true love boiled down to nothing more than a choice i saw this choice as a gift unlike past views on this tall stature my wandering mind and the

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a momentary lapse of intentional intimidation was all the confirmation i needed it repeated and left me lost for the words that i typically swirl and ponder in preparation of poetic paragraphs that force my memory and emotion to last far beyond what i assume to be the recommended daily dose i came close that night, but missed the X that marked the spot one more failure to add to the list, it was

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i split my passion and rationale in two in hopes of making it through making sense and make do of the leftover pieces of me and you black and white images that make up our past paralleled smiles and emotional contrast all caught within a flash a kiss and a touch we never thought would be our last both feeling the shards and shattered glass of the half empty cup we dropped and put out with

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no need to take it easy no need to be hostile though the skin that outlines this profile may be fragile we both take our turn to walk each mile of directionless circles and straight lines hoping for clarity though knowing it's rarity in the emotional parody of sustained sinserity until my only familiraity becomes the solemn vow i've now taken with solidarity i let it carry me through this

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The following poem began with a person in mind and ended with the universal love I've been working to show myself along with all those in the world.  Read closely....and you just may find a fragment of yourself to dive into but more importantly...you may just find the love that surrounds you.   how beautiful love could be given to you and given to me wrapping us up while settin us free love

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under every moment of unrest  I sit, smoking under the night sky grasping to some resemblance of the past by replaying patterns and traditions that lie just below the surface. the momentary comfort to cure this feeling of unsettled illusion the very thoughts and conclusions i’ve been creating a trail away from... without a map directionless and wandering anxiously pondering the patterns of

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Hey little girl I thought I’d drop by To say hi Cause I know I just don’t do it enough I know that during the moments in my life that I’ve considered tough I needed to consider you my diamond in the rough To call my bluff And help me replay Every night and every day Every moment that forced a piece of my heart and mind to stay Locked inside the creation of these unprocessed feelings I now only

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So, if you haven't had the time, couldn't find the time, or just won't take the time to revel the in the eclectic melody, soothing vocal and sarcastic lyrical genius of Lily Allen...well then...I guess you haven't heard her music.Ms. Allen brings such a deliciously different (different meaning talented and honest) feel to the music industry. She's playful yet deep, sexy while adorable, honest yet

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So I've been trying to write a poem for some time now around the concept of the things that "They" say. And I'm confident everyone knows what I'm talking about here because we've all been in conversations where someone (quite possibly ourselves) offers up what they consider to be and we accept as, a profound bit of wisdom solely based on the fact that it is something that "They say." "Well, you

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Well that was quite the blogging break! It is true that my original intention for the site was to post selected poetry I'd written or perhaps more accurately, the "Meditation of my Heart." But then I realized my attention span never last more than a month or so on any one project or hobbie I take on. I actually have to say I'm rather proud of my commitment to this site while it lasted.But rather

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this here...this is my abundancethe place that i sing and dance inpraise and prance inkeep my feet planted with my tall stance inand remain unfettered through every lonely nightand those that we romance inthis is my abundancemy abundanceis the combination of yesterdays tearsand tomorrows blank slatereminders that relatecoremorals and valuesto every new step that i takeevery new move that i makeas

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I wrote this poem about a year and a half ago and it's posting is long overdue. A little background: I was working late one night, doing some research on the internet and one of those annoying "pop up ads" threw itself onto my computer screen. The ad was a picture of Tyra Banks and all it said was "Is Tyra Banks fat?" I had so many thoughts run through my head when I saw this ad....mainly..."

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To those select, special few in my life that define friendship, compassion and love. To those select, special few in my life that make every single day a blessing. To those select, special few in my life that define home for me. This one is for you: they say that home is where the heart isbut what happens when you’ve misplaced your heart…to find that answerI had to retrace my stepstake it back

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more than half of the corporations that produce magazines "for" women, offering clever tips to women on how to look young and "beautiful" are owned or run by men. seem strange? it did to me. thus these words flowed quickly:insecure, slanderous comments you throw in my direction make me sickperching yourself on a pedestal simply because you have a dicki'm so disturbed by these thoughts that

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Questions and concerns that fill our headDon’t compare to the journey that lies just aheadSo insteadOf worrying our minds right down to the boneWe accept self speak only in the positive toneAnd take solace in the mystery of the unknownWe honeIn on new experienceNew opportunityNew ways to learnWe earnMore ways to loveMore ways to liveMore than we ever expected in returnWe find our strengthOur

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suppose it was you that opened my eyescrawled with me through open sensesminute by minuteline by linesuppose holding handsrather than holding timewas the reason we fell shortwas the reason i fell behindsuppose...suppose we did the mathfound the logicfound a trendsuppose all it added up towere variables of lost loverslost friendssuppose i've been scared all alongsearching for the same patternthe

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I’m ready to let you have itand this may be all I have left to givethese very words to youthis is my last plea to let me liveSo I’m gonna ask you:How are you going to reach down inside meto plant your seeds of hopejust to water me down with doubtand no means or methods to copeHow are you going to build my heartout of strength, humility and rationjust to make it pump through my veinsvulnerability,

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still no wordscome to mindas my mind circlesthoughts and ideasof this ideaof youi'm left only with imagesglimpsesand graphicsthat lend themselvesto my practice of practicing you...words are just no match for such effortless infatuationto testamentand trepidationsurrounding a rational realizationa family foundationfor your reckless concentrationconstantly connecting to a higher powerof

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I sat at this dead endand tried to calculate my riskbut it just wasn't adding upi was left with two remaindersfearful hesitationor a blindfolded jumpso i jumpedand as i recallbundled nerves of fear and excitementfueled my will to fallto break down my own stereotypical wallto embrace the unknownthrough the joythrough the painthrough it allso i floated freelysetting sightsto new heightsa new

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its no wonder i hold a broken compass in one handand a broken heart in the othersitting here nowat this dead endi set sail on this journeywithout discretiondirectionor any means of detectionfor these life altering connections i've made...least of all the ones that sit with me at this dead endi watched labelsand inhibitionswith careful concentration fly out car windowsand off roof topswith no

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To no endand with no sign of where to beginmy mind wandersaround preverbal circlesmade up of imaginary numbers and wordsnumbers and words that do their best to be the best of intentionsimaginary inventionsbuilt inside instincts and conventionsheld to the highest degree360 degreesmy mind wandersaround this circle of realitytrying to find the perfect place to fitthis square of emotional

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Ironically…I find myself lostlost amidst my own rubble and debristrying to find some resemblance of lifetrying to find love...trying to find memoryI thought I’d started on a paththat led towards my idealistic brighter daybut I’m starting to feel the sun on my back nowas I turn and walk awayand I’m not sure what I’m counting onto reroute me on this trackbut I know it won’t be easyto find my way

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this hollow display that accidently found methat twists and turns around meproved too weak to withstand my falls and breaksto make sense of broken memoriesfor yours and my sake....premeditated mistakesseep through in drones to haunt meand i'm feeling them to my corethey're demanding i make immediate decisionsi haven't prepared for....and i find myself walking this fine linethat was once radiant

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reflecting on all the things I never said to youand knowing now that I’ll never have the chance toi’m comforted by the tears collecting in my eyesfull of regretspilling drops of pain down my cheekonly to sink right back into my skinand there you are again…under my skinhopeless attempts to reconnecthave led us to this dead end of misleadingmisunderstandingsmisinformedmiscommunication….and I miss

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your loss of wordsinspire a string of my owndancing thoughtsand emotionsspilling down in dronesof unidentified objectsof the unknownprompting mental relapsesthat find solace on blank slatesof immobile forcesredefining a foreseeablefalsified fateof connectionthis lack of directiondown a pagebegging for memoriesand metaphorsfills my headin high definitionwith memories of every imageI've ever

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paint me inside your extravagant expectationand leave me there to drywait for me to bring you joythen watch how i diedon't take your eyes off of mewhile i lay on your canvas silent and stilland let your eyes erase my movementmy beingevery ounce of life, logicand free willarrange your decorationsaround this masterpiece you think you seewait for a vision, some sign of lightsome sort of claritythat

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I am not a genderthis curly hair or the clothes on my backI am not a question or an answerI am no cause for attackI am not my 9 to 5or the dreams in my headI am not the words that I writeI am not the words I’ve readI am not a relationshipa friendship or a loverI am not a question or an answeror some deeper meaning to uncoverI am not the shoes on my feetI am not a walk or a glanceI am not a one

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we’d made it halfwayand considering the sourceit only made sense that halfwaycould be the endhalf of our beginningwould never realistically amount to anything more thanhalf of a promisethat was never madeyou simply asked if I wanted to tradethe life I’d been livingfor everything you were givingwhich amounted to all of…nothingor so you thoughtso I slid halfway into yourdouble sided lexiconand

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after the little things melted hearts into magical fingertipsi want to know...where do we go from herei feel the universe pulling me homebut you're still holding onto my heartso i want to know....where do we go from heretimes we laid togetherplayed togetherinjected each other with sentimentsof past timesand future endeavorsare falling out of my pockets along with my loose changeand i want to know

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I finally realized that you were simply testing meand from where I stand nowI’m convinced that all of this has been the best for me...even though it hurts like helland as far as I can tellyour days, along with mine go onlaced with footprints ofirresponsible words and actionswe both never meant to impartmanifested from a puncturedand bleeding startyour confidence was convincingyour actions were

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(inspired by the lyrics of Joshua Radin's "Fear you won't fall") take a guess at what you see tell me what you determine and define…. cause honestly at this point your guess is as good as mine interpret these words and decipher these codes offer me some meaning behind these empty odes reenact this cycle you’ve seen played out before your eyes dance every step of this friendly romance and then

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we’d been slow dancing around the issuefor quite some time now….bodies confusedand minds tremblingwe’d lost the rulebookor perhaps tossed it out the windowlong agoand whether it flew out her window or mineis pointless to ponder nowwe were both a long way off from any realsolid answerunderstandingcomfort….and it was comfortablebut the mind blows inin it’s careless fashionthrough heartfelt windows

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the love/hate/tolerating relationship we harbor with timewanting more timeof the good timesand more space and timebetween the bad timestheres never enough timethings take too much timewe have the time of our livesthe time we want to always lastfollowed by our darkestlowest timesthe time that never seems to passfast…enoughwe spend time complainingabout everything that fills our timewhile

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It’s recently occurred to me, through many days and nights devoted to my own internal reconnaissance that perhaps love, intimate love that is….relationship love….is not necessarily worth fighting for. Or even more succinctly put, was never meant to be fought for in the first place. I don’t mean that in any dire straights manner as if to say “I’ve completely lost hope and given up on love” but I

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i’ve been wondering down this tunnelof fantasy laden wordswith intense devotionpeeling off the wallsand piecing togethera commotionof powerful paragraphsfull of fabricated emotionwith little or no notionof exactly what…i was creatingI pressed onin my idealisticinexperienced fashionblinded by pure passionpeeling and piecingwith my original intensitynever looking back to seehow the words behind

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on this lonely night,smoke rings fill the air like thoughts of you fill my mindwhat can be done about the untouchablefigment of my imagination that seems too realto ever let go ofto let float back into this unforgivable universe?with hands tied behind my backand blind eyes leading my footstepsi guess at the trail that lies ahead of meand trust that the bounding trees of the redwoodwon't get in my

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My amazingly wonderful friend Nikki presented me with a little challenge yesterday. She dared me to take a word from each line from my post "Habit (21 lines)" to see if I could make a poem out of those 21 words. Well, I kind of misunderstood the assignment and went a little crazy on it. I did as she instructed and pulled 1 word from each line of the poem. But instead of creating a poem out of

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i tossed my unwanted baggageand packed only what i could holdin the passenger seat....where you used to sitit was going to be a long trip with the west in my rearviewa long, windingbindingroad back to a familiar new placefull of long lost memoriesand those yet to be madeit wasn't easy to say goodbyeto present connections, intentionsand i fear it may be even harder to sayhello to the pastbut it's

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1. I’ve got 21 lines to become a habit2. you won’t want to break3. so let me break it down for you like this4. my love, I dream about your lips, your smile5. pressed against mine. I dream about time6. transferred from thoughts of you7. to time beside you, inside you, time that takes 21 lines8. to slide into the future of me and you. Because let’s be honest, you –9. you carve one solid line across

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theres a reason why I’m goneand you’re still there(Inspired by the lyrics of Rachel Yamagata’s “Reason Why”)baby….looking back with no regretand my heart in debtto receivingall you could give at the timeI’m just wondering if you’ve figured it out yetthe way I figuredand didn’t forgetit was my heart I chose to barein an effort to sharethe oh so familiaralong with the silently raresides of mebaby I

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here we are nowyearsafter drowning tearsand hearts full of discouraging fearshere we are now…togetherdo you remember how scared we were?how unsureuncertainunassuming…or so we thoughtyou understood meyou got meand I wanted nothing morethan to get you….out of her worldand into minecircumstances that revolved within our universehave become but drops in an oceannow flowing freelybetween your heart

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and be patientI laid in a wishclosed my eyesand hoped to wake in realityit was still just a wishI wrapped my arms around hopegripped tightlyuntil the only thing I could feel…was meit was still just hopeI made love to a dreampenetrating mindsand hearts dancinguntil I came….back to lifeit was still just a dreampatience is where i am.constantly practicing patiencewith the paceat which my heart and

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i suppose sometimes you just can't help the inevitable feeling of "it is what it is."  circumstances that are out of your control, moments when your internal voices are in conflict, trepidation of embracing the ideal, potential and actual reality.i've always eschewed the term "it is what it is."  i held tight to alternate responses that have worked in my favor and allowed me to take some of the

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if you asked me if i like routine, my knee jerk response would be an overwhelming "NO!"  but it's during times like these, that i realize how much routines really rule our lives.  it seems typical and practically coveted to have some kind of routine in life, whether you want to admit it or not.  even the life that seems completely void of routine inevitably ends up developing some routine out of

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what if labels didn't exist?  the concept seems outlandish at first as our categorical brains pine to define EVERYTHING.  we have been cognitively programmed to label people, events, circumstances, actions, things, etc.  and we find ourselves frustrated when the labels we have for someone or something just don't seem to fit.  some labels are brief while some last a bit longer.  sometimes we wish

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I’m brokenfeeling myself standing on an edgeabout to plungeinto an unknown abyssabout to take a riskthat I’m trying to convince myself has been calculatedand I’m feelin frustratedat the fact that every thought and emotionI’ve debatedwith the earththe sunthe moonand the starshave only left scarsthat run endlessly into my veinsand I’d be okaywith the origins of this painif the deep lacerationsleft

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This poem was inspired by a book published through NPR called:"This I Believe" (check out the link attached)This I Believei believe not in destinationsbut rather in progressionthrough eccentric self expressionsrelinquished material possessionslong lasting impressionsand those never ending,unanswered questions.i believe there are no guaranteesbut that there is always a chanceendless chancesfor

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I am curious as to why the words drama and distraction have developed such negative connotations and become so “taboo” in a society that seems to heavily embrace both and essentially need both to survive. seems like a bit of an oxymoron no?we distract ourselves from our days, from our jobs, from our own minds, from our relationships, etc. but yet we always feel guilty about it. we feel "bad" for

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I've recently been reading about Buddhism's reflection of the eight signpost of the being on the spiritual path:Right UnderstandingRight SpeechRight ActionRight LivelihoodRight EffortRight ConcentrationRight MindfulnessSo I guess all I need to know now is....which way is "Right?"

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I've been away from home (on the complete opposite coast) for close to 4 years now. I've been fortunate enough to live on both coasts and experience the vast difference between the two. I have also been extremely lucky in developing a group of friends in my current location that are outstandingly loving and supportive. They have helped me define what it means to "create" your family.

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We've all experienced conversations with "ourselves" before but have we ever really thought about what that means? Thought about what it means to "ask yourself" a question? Thought about what it means when one side of us feels one way and the other side feels another? Or when we have to "tell ourselves" to be strong?These statements....these emotions, would imply that there are two of us. Two

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“Her”It was the essence of "her"the mere presence of "her"that prompted my vacillationto provide a solid explanationin my lineswhen i began receiving signsof all kindsthat my mindseye, had been lookin in a new directionwith a brand new process of selectionfor love and affectionand with my heart and soul showing no objectioni allowed these feelings to invadebut still with my words no effort was

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All I really want to say right now is how incredibly proud I am to be an American. I love America with all her beauty and all of her faults. I love the way she has forced us to see ourselves in another human being that looks upon the exterior, nothing like us. How she has forced each of us to get to know each other on a grander scale beyond what we see and in turn has allowed each of us to know

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I met a male to female transgender woman at church today. Lets call her Patricia. I'd seen Patricia at church before but had never formally introduced myself. And we only met today because she was sitting in the row in front of me during the peace offering. She turned, extended her hand and said "Hi, I'm Patricia. Peace be with you." And I have to admit, from then on, I was a bit distracted

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The message that Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. relayed on August 28, 1963 in Washington, D.C. was one that, because of it's depth, dynamism and profundity, has touched so many since that day.  A sentiment that is surely well known and understood but perhaps and unfortunately, rarely remembered.  Dr. King's words have meant many things to me in the evolution of my own life, but have probably

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Writer, poet, and word-smith extraordinaire Yolanda Williams has created a masterpiece entitled "Spilled Milk" that should be viewed by all.  Yolanda paints an incredible picture of progression and emotion that will quickly immerse all who read.  For those who have ever searched for, found, questioned and reveled in the feeling of love, this book will take you to all those places and back.  For

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