Self Portrait

The Internal sum is done. Blazing strangeness My sensory perception stands aghast.    

Spinly Spun Lipogram

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March roamly into my halls woody and gloamy. Calm ’tis all and cunnly Sprung from yon and utton yarns. Spongly fronds flung nittly and nottly All about twun globby blarns. Yon spy spinly-spun… Source: Spinly Spun Lipogram

Beyond Betrayal

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Summer died that night. I was sixteen, set up on a date with a friend’s brother, I went reluctantly for fear of being different and dateless. My world fell apart as I was used like a non-person, thrown and battered, brutally raped and left staggering on the cold beach.…

Praise

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1 Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, you his servants; praise the name of the Lord. 2 Let the name of the Lord be praised, both now and forevermore. 3 From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to…

Summer Morning

            contemplation awaits hurry let’s go now lost forever   Summer Morning…      

Haiku

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Notes open and close like Pandora’s Box Joy in praise to God Grace abounds as we seek His face

Emmanuel

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Joyfully we adore Thee! Come in great haste our Emmanuel! Raise our hearts in praise to glorify Him. Joyfully we adore Thee! Come in great haste our Emmanuel! Raise our hearts in praise to glorify Him. All laud and honor is our song. Visit the hearts of your people!…

Disquietude

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Truth and my omnipotent God made flesh remain the same. My soul is disquieted for where in this life can The proclamation Be heard? The Body is dispersed, set upon with discrepancies and too much The things Of this world which slash and tear the garment of holiness. My…

Blazing Color ll

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Blazing Color In this greasy-hot  makeup am really no one. An object for the ones who pay for tickets or something. Mama’s voice says, “it’s where you hide”. I can’t breathe! …, Maybe I’ll close my eyes and be squeaky clean. They would find another one easy. Without this…