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A New Song: May 2010
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Friday, May 07, 2010. Notes From a Post-It Note. I wish I were a cat. He always enjoys his freedom, taking a nap, walking around, and taking a nap again. Sometimes he makes mischievous tricks on sparrows.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Promote Your Page Too. View my complete profile. Notes From a Post-It Note.
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A New Song: Notes From a Post-It Note
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Friday, May 07, 2010. Notes From a Post-It Note. I wish I were a cat. He always enjoys his freedom, taking a nap, walking around, and taking a nap again. Sometimes he makes mischievous tricks on sparrows.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Promote Your Page Too. View my complete profile. Notes From a Post-It Note.
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A New Song: September 2007
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Sunday, September 02, 2007. This is the image i know so well, each time i walk from the 12th floor of my block to the 10th floor where I live. My home. It's been quite a journey thus far, full to turns and twists and darkness. But here i am back home yet once more. Life is a long lesson in humility' - James Matthew Barrie.
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A New Song: Shapes
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Sunday, May 01, 2011. Time and time and time. The shapes grow old. Tattered and worn,. The edges, worn down. I look at you,. You look at me. I see a faint outline. Who are you and. What are you defined by? A keen sense for. And a slack jaw. In the midst of. And bear strong hands? A smile that lights. And my life respectively?
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A New Song: March 2008
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Saturday, March 29, 2008. Kitsch: art, objects, or design considered to be in poor taste because of excessive garishness or sentimentality, but sometimes appreciated in an ironic or knowing way. Of a time . not too long ago. A fabric pattern; or. And a solitary ant. Morsel on its back. One into another;. Borne unto the days.
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A New Song: March 2010
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Sunday, March 14, 2010. Memories…will they rain down. On me By the time I hit thirty? Will they thrive on. Or will they trickle down. Like water in my hair? Solitude. to learn to. And savor the vaulting expanse:. This consciousness You give to me. Words, to pierce my heart. And to sting my eyes with tears:.
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A New Song: December 2010
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Tuesday, December 28, 2010. If you will be you. So I will be me. If you will glimmer. And shine and herald. All the pieces that make. Our existence more than brine. I’ll laugh and listen. I’ll bid you my sire. I’ll take you into my fire. Tuesday, December 14, 2010. In the living, brooding black. I crave, I thirst,. And BECOME ...
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A New Song: Esteban
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Thursday, April 21, 2011. My world is getting smaller. But it’s also getting bigger. I’m sinking into that silky cream. Of love and laughter, tears of joy. I’ve held on to brokenness too long. And now there’s nothing left to cling on to. Neither present, past. The grammer lesson’s over. And now I’m ready. To run with you.
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A New Song: The Beloved
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Tuesday, December 14, 2010. In the living, brooding black. Hot, crackling fury writhes in the vacuum. I crave, I thirst,. I am crawling on my knees. And the screaming hammer. A child, blithely. Bouncing, up and down. Even as the world. Crumbles and implodes in the universe of. The door is marked. Give me space not. I breathe d...
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A New Song: December 2008
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Trials and tribulations, thoughts and wonderments, love and laughter, spilt coffee and tales spun over insomniac nights. But ultimately a tribute to God and his grace over my life. Monday, December 15, 2008. When old memories, creep up. On you like that. And when dust filters. And the past is. In a tiny capsule. It follows you back. Into the still repose. And the dogs barking. The hours drawn out. Against the day, washed-out. Like an overexposed polaroid. The taste feeds back into. Time has flown by.
