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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 11
The Phoenix Bids Goodbye The phoenix has welcomed the man of diamonds;His weaknesses, overlooked through grace—His ugliness, covered with praise, face to face.Yet came the time his darkness grew,A storm long hidden, now breaking through. It grew like giant rainstorm… Continue reading
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Finding Rhythm: Dear September…
“September is the other January.” — Gretchen Rubin You see, I’ve been immersed in narrative poetry in my recent posts. Yet a growing worry began to settle in me—what if I could no longer paint with words? What if I had lost… Continue reading
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True love is not born of deceit.
“Love rejoices in the truth…” 1 Corinthians 13:6 True love is not born of deceit. When something that looks like a good setup is actually built on deception, it is not coming from true intentions. It ends up being just… Continue reading
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Yet believe
Debilitated and disabled, yet others have believed,for what can change everything, not sight nor touch received. Did not have enough time to know everything, yet believe;mocked and discouraged in everything, yet believe. Giving up everything, yet believe;lost what’s everything, yet… Continue reading
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Whispers of the Heart: Scribbles on the Sand
I’m here stretching my hand,behold scribbles by the sand,some are silly, some are witty,some are words we couldn’t say waves wipe scribbles in the sand,by strangers, left their marks unplanned,thought some of these, notes of mine,This fleeting moments, my thoughts… Continue reading
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Opening my doors
When I seemed distant, cold, or shy,I shielded us from drifting high,for when our eyes would meet, so wide,our heartbeat surged like rising tide. Do I make you jealous? No, not so,sometimes love needs space to grow,from far I watched,… Continue reading
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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 10
In his Shadows I stole a gem with quiet grace,from the man of diamonds who left no trace,he wandered through his gleaming land,where crystal towers tall did stand. His head was bowed, his steps were slight,he moved like whispers in… Continue reading
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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 9
In the Noise of My Anxiety In the noise of my anxiety,I resist the building enmity,I breathe the fire of malaise,and bring forth smokes that form a haze,it stirred the island, broke its spree,and shook its peace—though temporarily. The man… Continue reading
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Shall I linger?
And I look at the pages,One day at a time,sometimes to look great,often times to rhyme,or stir up my brainin a thoughtful climb. Then a page pokes my heart,a knock to my spirit,a whisper so sharp,I tremble to hear it;I’m… Continue reading









