I was sipping coffee when I wrote this little diddy. Perhaps a little giddy? Nope, not me! It’s simple to see, I was just being me. beBee and me We were meant to be I can cruise with ease And mingle with bees If I want to jive I find a hive I don’t feel…
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Thoughts of the pressed madman/pressed by burden of self truth/ atlast he howls prior death/ his howl mated with a nightingle's coo/ and a poetry is born
For the love of our human spirit
"I serve a slice of my soul, catering not for an audience but showcasing a platter, aspiring not to conjure unpalatable abhorrent reflections but perchance vivify contemplations with thought provoking ingenuity. Bon appetit." - TDH
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Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
one man's spiritual journey home
CrEaTiViTy......(AdMiT iT AdMiRe iT..GeT ThaT SpaRk n FiRe iT....)
Loving the beautiful mess that I am and sharing my truth
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A blog on Social Justice from the Christian Perspective
Writing Down The Bones
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Blue Fences
Lover of life, constant dreamer, Pisces fish, believer, seeker, Beatlemaniac, bookworm, and a travel junkie
Would you take the ultimate gamble by crossing over to a parallel universe in search for a better life? If the answer is yes - read on.
Just a bunch of nonsense, really
