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I hear the silence
I hear the thunder in the distance But does it hear me? Does it know that I need patience? I hear the leaves dancing in the trees But do they hear me? Are we listening to the same music? I hear the beating of my heart But does it hear the silent voices asking it Read more
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These are the voices…
These are the voices we hear in solitude: Confusions of reality Desires that go against our nature Manufactured importance Lies told with unblinking eyes These are the voices we cannot hear: A call to lay down all arms The silence of integrity Ghosts of passions that will not die Truth in the teeth of a Read more
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I found a hair…
I found a hair on a book she read and knew it must be hers Long and blonde with just a couple of curls I thought I had lost it to the breeze when I saw it again Clinging to the condensation on the side of a beer bottle That temporary ornamental covering of her Read more
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Sour expressions…
He carried an assortment of sour expressions in his pocket, each uglier than the one before, and slapped them across his face at the slightest provocation. Read more
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Citysketch: A saxophone in the park
I bought a sketchbook on my way to work yesterday and needed to break it in with a quick sketch. At lunch I went to Central Park and came across this man playing saxophone. It finally feels like winter has retreated and left behind hopes for better days ahead. The melody is All The Way, written Read more
