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Another Master

poem by E.J. Waling

Another master. One, then another. On and on once again. As always, flocking to the light. Vibrations. Flickering beacon of hope. Dynamics of organization. Many, following the few. Innate behavior of the o... Read more

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The Abusive Husba...

story by David P Carroll

A young women was in a relationship with a man the relationship turned sour after a while the young girl kept her secret for years on end until one day an eldery man called Tony found out what had happened the cops questioned the two ... Read more

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Requiem for evil ...

publication by Roxanne Dubarry

O There is nothing new under the sun, The evil and the wicked seem to increase In goods and prosperity's one by one. Yet why is it so that God allows His foes, To prosper He really knows: Their prosperity shall not last no more... Read more

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Requiem for the e...

poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Requiem for the evil forces of darkness, that vainly are seeking to destroy us seeking totally to be able to totally control and dominate us. When as born again believers in Jesus Christ we only seek to be in complete obedienc... Read more

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America is falling

publication by Roxanne Dubarry

Right before our very eyes America is falling, Christian voices are loudly calling the red green alliance and the rainbow mafia are arising Satanic flags are replacing our American flag and our Christian flag. Everything today ... Read more

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The Churn

poem by E.J. Waling

The churn. Slow inexorable swirl. Ever changing. Boiling. Bubbling. Nothing fixed. Neurons firing. Amorphous aether abounds, surrounds. Ideas. Beliefs. What’s normal? Nothing’s normal. Everything’s normal... Read more

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Deliverance

poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Deliverance from the moral mutual and spiritual enemies of all mankind and both yours and also mine. Deliverance from feelings and emotions and and thoughts of bitterness and anger and sadness and pain and resentment and death ... Read more

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Mind Spins

poem by E.J. Waling

Spins. Mind spins. Inundated. Assaulted. Continuous flow. Cloudburst, inundation. Increasing exponentially. Biological. Capacity limited. Storage finite. Much spins away. Sloshing beyond confines. Stored, develop... Read more

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We Are Here

poem by E.J. Waling

We are here, negligible. Merely a mote. Embedded in the evermore. Don’t know how! Don’t know why. Individually why? Tossed from the abyss into the depths. Thrashing about. Battling ever since. Too busy ... Read more

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What is In Their ...

poem by E.J. Waling

It’s all in the mind. Good vs Evil. What’s evil to some is righteous to others. It’s all in their minds. Reverse populations. One to another. Transpose locations. Narrative shifts. One group to the n... Read more

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Unimaginable Seei...

poem by E.J. Waling

Unimaginable seeing. What happens when the future arrives? What future? Distant future. What shape. What shape will it take? How will it translate. Depends. Depends on what’s downloaded. Today, what dec... Read more

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Trauma

poem by Joshua JayShades Legister

Do not mistake your calm for someone else's weakness. We are shaped by different battles. A wounded soul is a kettle on the boil. Every betrayal, every reminder, every careless word flicks the switch. Do not expect o... Read more

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Lost on a Hill

poem by Joshua JayShades Legister

You are my calm in the storm, my peace when the world grows loud. Every hurdle feels lighter because you choose to face it with me. I am little lost for now, but you're reminding me where home is. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'd ... Read more

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When They Come

poem by E.J. Waling

When they come. Appear. Instantly among. No grand entrance. Simply here. Slow approach. Steady steam, pressure release. Melding, molding. Molding old into new. Small beginning. Barely there, noticeable. Sudde... Read more

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Endlessly to the ...

story by Susanna Fitzpatrick

A brisk breeze brought a chill to the sunny day. Outside the sheltered cove, waves rolled and rumbled, but within, the water was clear and nearly still. Emmett and his mother, Wren, raked the smooth sand beneath the surface. They st... Read more

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The Slow Capture

poem by Susanna Fitzpatrick

Written in 1996 and published in The California City Post. I see your every move Your slow creeping Your nearness Approaching subtly. I see the net you weave With eagerness With innocent-sounding Flattering speech. I s... Read more

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Most High

story by Susanna Fitzpatrick

Written in 2009 I dwelt on the highest mountain in the range and the valley tribe knew of me. I ignored them for the most part, because my nature was that of the storm, the domain of my power. I brought the western sea's energy ... Read more

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Read this one

poem by Susanna Fitzpatrick

I haven't used this account in ages Most of my writing is on Writer's Cafe, but it's ruined So let's share writing if you like. Share a link in the comments. If you're not interested, that's fine. I'm still thinking and wi... Read more

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Hung Up

poem by E.J. Waling

Hung up. Hung up on the physical, material. Patina. Seeing what’s easy. Simple. Thin. Surface only. Ignoring essence. Digging deeper. Binding essence. Cosmic essence. Binding all. Everywhere. Every time. Mat... Read more

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You Cannot Live t...

publication by Joshua JayShades Legister

One of the greatest mistakes we make is believing that every new person deserves the same treatment as the last. We carry old wounds into new relationships, old disappointments into new opportunities, and old expectations into a futur... Read more

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What Will Be

poem by E.J. Waling

What will be? Which way will it go? Billions of actions, decisions. Guide, show, lead the way. Outline paths. Light up the dark. Variables countless. Infinite morphing. Spinning spacetime convulsions. Glowing bal... Read more

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What is Wisdom

poem by Roxanne Dubarry

What is wisdom, without a pure heart, but what is a pure Heart without wisdom is also very true blue. For they Both apply to Holy Spirit's born again believers such As both you and me too. When I was younger, I asked for a clea... Read more

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Time Irrelevant

poem by E.J. Waling

Time irrelevant. No difference here or there. Nowhere. Now, before, after. Never was. Never will be. The same. Deep void. Timeless no reference. Millions of years hence. Millions of years yet to come. Who’s ... Read more

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What drives a per...

publication by Joshua JayShades Legister

I have often wondered what drives a person to become the person they are. What shapes their choices? What strengthens their character? What breaks them? What gives them the moral fibre to stand tall when life demands everything from t... Read more

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Rolling Waves

poem by E.J. Waling

Rolling waves. Massaging shores, shaping. One after the next. Pushing forth. Unyielding. Subtle at first, yet persistent. Changing, smoothing what’s left. Storm clouds approaching. Swells thickening. Waves... Read more

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Incomprehensible

poem by E.J. Waling

Incomprehensible. Change. Impossible to see. Know. A place like no other. Billions of years to this point. Slow rise over time. Accelerating. Exponential alteration. Turns ballistic. Altering what’s been, is. ... Read more

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All things work t...

publication by Roxanne Dubarry

Now He who searches the heart knows the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that all things work together for good for those who love God and are called ac... Read more

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All things work t...

publication by Roxanne Dubarry

Now He who searches the heart knows the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that all things work together for good for those who love God and are called acc... Read more

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What Awaits

poem by E.J. Waling

What awaits? Now, short time. Light over the horizon. Brightening. Winds picking up. Breeze. Wind. Gale. Spinning. Twirling. Change whirlwind. Flattening. New world arises. Replaces. New realties, existences. My... Read more

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Mourn Not For Me

poem by Michael Wise

Mourn not for me for I am only sleeping My suffering's ended and there's no need for weeping Forget not the times we joyfully spent sharing and be not afraid for you were always caring Have no regrets Please carry on with... Read more

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There is no conde...

publication by Roxanne Dubarry

O wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death! I thank God--through Jesus Christ our Lord! So, then, with the mind I serve Christ, but with the flesh the law of sin. There is therefore now no condemnation to... Read more

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Yet To Be

poem by E.J. Waling

Yet to be. For all those, yet to arrive. Created in the usual way. As millions before. As millions will be. Arriving fallow. Devoid of input. Memories. Clean hard drive. Experience. Manifesting in an evolving... Read more

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All Things

poem by E.J. Waling

All things. Same point. Same time. Warping eternally. Probability, possibilities. Vibrations. Waves. Particles. Popping in and out. Tsunamis of options, information. Seeds in the Aether. Fields of forms, dimens... Read more

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Enter by the narr...

poem by Roxanne Dubarry

"Enter by the narrow gate for wide is the Gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many that go by it. "Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few that fi... Read more

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On Pondrin I can ...

poem by Roxanne Dubarry

On Pondrin, verily verily I can touch the sky, And travel beyond the sun the moon, And always wonder and reason why? Why did my Creator bless me with His world of awesome beauty. The mountains and all of the greenery that I se... Read more

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Wokism and Islam

poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Western modern day progressive wokism, Has as it's temporary ally global caliphate Jihadist satanic Islam. Very dangerous Ism's. It's a spiritual thing that verily verily Surrounds their ring of demonic hellish fires. What do... Read more

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We can only imagi...

lyrics by Roxanne Dubarry

We can only imagine, what it will really be like to forever remain eternally young, when we stand before Jesus Christ's God's only begotten Son. What a wonderful day it will be throughout all of our eternities. All because Jesus ... Read more

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Blessed

poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Seeds of faith blossom into blessings and Then sings my soul as I think happy thoughts: Lord have your angels everyday watch and guide us on our way. Keeping it in my heart that the ones I love are my most precious gifts from G... Read more

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Unbroken

poem by E.J. Waling

Unbroken. Time before time. Creation beyond creation. Space unending. Each realm, one on its own. One to the next. Soul, essence unbounded. Coursing through and around. Sailing unknowns. Infinite knowledg... Read more