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Do Not Write a Poem
Do not set out to write a poem. Strip yourself of all the education you think will make you a good writer, and undress all the fluff you believe constitutes a good poem. Write only what is in your heart at this exact moment—every thread of thought and every emotion you have not the courage… Continue reading
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Intention
It is the soul of our reasons why and the breath of purpose. It drips from our thoughts and can be smelled through the pores in our actions. Intention is the unseen fabric of the heart; the thing that either manifests dreams or turns them into nightmares. What will be is dependent upon its reason… Continue reading
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To Write a Heart
How do we trace the outlines of the invisible? where despair won’t touch you gentle and secret won’t fingerprint its way out of chest and won’t poetry its way out of fear the darkened cave of mankind’s deepest secrets and treasured desires the place he enters through the mind tucking away all inner thought inner… Continue reading
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The Heart of Dreams
Pay attention to your dreams, for they say the subconscious never sleeps. That eyelids bow the soul’s curtsy, a closed curtain for the eyeballs that awaken when the body shuts down. Bodies that die so that the mind may live. Your eyes move freely in the darkness. The random eye movement of fluttering skin in… Continue reading
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Eyes to See
They say the eye is the window to the soul. A camera if you will, into the heart of man. The defining moment of his realness, or the fabrication of his persona. What does a photographic heart look like? Can I stare into your eyes and take with me an image of your intention? I… Continue reading
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