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Casting Random Thoughts: Time does not apply
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Friday, September 7, 2012. Time does not apply. There is no day,. There is no night,. No hours nor minutes,. Only matter of heartbeats. The time that doesn't pass. Are moments that your pulse. Had taken a break. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jeff - 11 Square Metres. 1 Stranger; foreigner. 2 Strange; foreign; different. A stranger in a familiar land. I'm all in my thoughts and you are reading it. View my complete profile. Time does not apply. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Casting Random Thoughts: Unsaid
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Friday, September 7, 2012. After all this is a tool,. That of the unsaid. And all that goes. Into the void,. To where it can be,. Loud in it's own right. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Jeff - 11 Square Metres. 1 Stranger; foreigner. 2 Strange; foreign; different. A stranger in a familiar land. I'm all in my thoughts and you are reading it. View my complete profile. Time does not apply. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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Casting Random Thoughts: The tribesman and the valley
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Friday, January 18, 2013. The tribesman and the valley. When the valley echoes no more,. The tribesman knows its time to go. Leave the land and leave a trail,. He will never cease to recall the the land he knew. And had love so deep for so long. Canyons and mountains he journeyed,. The rivers and streams that quench and bath him,. All heard the story of his beloved home. As he recited poems and sang the valley songs,. All full of emotion that he weep as he went along. An old man he met on a winter's day.
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Casting Random Thoughts: April 2011
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Thursday, April 14, 2011. Last Stand - Part 1. He maintain his stance,. Withstooding another strike,. But for how long more could he,. When you see his trembling limbs. And sore bloodied hands. There was no intention. Of dropping his arms. But neither can he find strength. To make another swing of the sword,. Blunt and rusted to the hilt. His limbs cry to him. And his mind wavering,. Facing the thought of defeat,. With each weakening breathe. Doused by the scorching wind. Tuesday, April 5, 2011. Made no ...
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Casting Random Thoughts: September 2012
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012. And the night has left,. Would it still be morning. If the sun wasn't there? The rain after the drought,. The end of a storm,. The first word from a child,. The waking up from a coma. Each move of the clock. Slices away a little hope,. Just how much is left. When this trial shall end. Friday, September 7, 2012. Time does not apply. There is no day,. There is no night,. No hours nor minutes,. Only matter of heartbeats. The time that doesn't pass. Are moments that your pulse.
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Casting Random Thoughts: November 2010
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010. Missing you. With Rants. Papers were bad today,. The morning run was good though. Now I take the many little things. And try to enjoy the simplicity in between. My phone seldom rings now,. Maybe because you are not around. I got a web-cam for three months now,. So you can see me and i can see you too. Its not so much like a broken transmission. Across outer space like in science fiction. Taking about the screens,. Perhaps I'm hitting a bit too many these days. Run, run run.
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Casting Random Thoughts: March 2011
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011. Chillness in my lumbs,. Aching on my back,. Drowsy in my head,. And no heat to be sensed. Stack up the blankets,. I could only feel fabric weight. Drop my eyelids,. Spirit taking a retreat. A half conscious man,. Onward on this words,. That tells of the moment. Sunday, March 13, 2011. I am using anesthesia,. Using music to numb my senses. Before i resign to overbearing forces. Let me find peace,. While i am like a stranger. In a city i have yet to meet. Pursued by many,.
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Casting Random Thoughts: October 2011
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Sunday, October 23, 2011. Where I wanna be. Running in the morning,. A date in the evening. Off reading another book,. Wanting to be amazed beyond text and title. Ink down another poem,. Expressing emotions and scenes that appear. See the world through the glass,. Steal it away for a memory keepsake. Catch a show on screen,. Attention on the film and the one beside me. Be on bed,. Without staring at ceilings as the clock strikes late. Weekends to be filled,. Where your heart longs to be and feels good.
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Casting Random Thoughts: December 2010
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010. I've been writing,. No more than a mountain,. No deeper than a valley. The words they struck. That for now,. They'll take a break. From wires and circuits,. Heading back to classic. Of wood turned pages. And hard solid cover. They'll be there,. For an infinite moment. To be back here. Let them be shelter. By stars and twilight cover. And back to carbon,. They shall be brought to life. Thursday, December 2, 2010. Why would I be seeing fear,. One that I recognise. Or do I sense.
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Casting Random Thoughts: January 2013
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Friday, January 18, 2013. The tribesman and the valley. When the valley echoes no more,. The tribesman knows its time to go. Leave the land and leave a trail,. He will never cease to recall the the land he knew. And had love so deep for so long. Canyons and mountains he journeyed,. The rivers and streams that quench and bath him,. All heard the story of his beloved home. As he recited poems and sang the valley songs,. All full of emotion that he weep as he went along. An old man he met on a winter's day.