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Thoughts from a campervan in the Mountains of Mourne, Northern Ireland.
We all go up…the steps of life / Sometimes happy .. sometimes strife / Always searching … for the door / That will lead you … to s…
Sharon, Your artwork, GOING UP!!!....MY INSPIRATION / Please check out my friend Sharon D’s other awesome artwork & writings on RB /
To trap eels and go bottling for fish in water grass and small rapids above the falls.
What are you doing to keep your brain occupied while those tiny little grains of precious sand slip through the hourglass on their way to…
/ MCN: C7994-AFBD3-9C33E A voice for the ridiculed.
You cannot step in the same stream twice.
“CLICK HERE”: http://www.redbubble.com/people/dayonda/art/1493650-1-sebastian-the-golden-eyed-prince I put a space between : and http…
A step-by-step guide to creating a link in RB.
*I’m walking here with nothing to hide / I’m feeling i m alike the clown that whom walking in the steps of my shadow / Empty endless shor…
Jared Revell thanks for the beautiful image! / Waiting for The Sun love this!
Раздался взрыв,загрохотало / Скатилась по щеке слеза / И стали мокрымимгновенно / Еврейской матери глаза. / Всё черной скатертью покрылось / Н…
Be Ever Fullfilled / With Each Step / In the Miracle Of Life / The Strength Of Growth / The Lesson of Struggle / Walk In Faith / With God / Fo…
Walk In God’s Light
I found a feather as I walked. / So white and clear and pale and cold, / ... / - / ... A line of feathers lay forsaken, / Snow on the gra…
On DeviantART / Bah. Title limits. / Angels Should Stay Away When They Die
I know these pavements cracks. They break my mother’s back.
Today we ate ice cream from one cone / On the steps of the Metropolitan Opera House
A Dream
Less she heard the less you said / you will find that out anyway / plight your troth / all promises have gone with the wind / *but she …
that’s another collaboration with my nicer friend Jared Revell
I was praying your name in / Three languages.
I just got woken up by my lover within / pesky sort / flits and flys in and out of my life / like well / a pesky fly sometimes and those infernal ‘no see ums’ / if you ever lived in Alaska.. ‘no see ums’ will eat you alive…
i walk the stairs of yesterday / memories come flying through / the many times you held my hand / we shared love so true / how we were once s…
Inspired by Vintage Steps..please view RobToombs Rob is an extremely talented artist…please view this and his other / artwork
stumbling through life / a man who has no place / caught up in attractions / no one knows his face / lonely and devoid of feelings / looking t…
I Swimming towards the point / of not breaking. In retrospect, / the lake was the most cunning, / with its murk and non-descriptive / ...
This is a poem about my preditor, some may say evil, Step-Father. I just say he was just a man who sells real estate. He changed my life forever.
I had just seen / Floating particles and dropped off meanings / Touching like lava light blobs
My one and only visit (so far) to the Met. This writing was indeed influenced by one of our great poets (ess) Ushna Sardar truly I felt her very close in this writing.. Thank you dearest heART! COLLABORATING WITH THE DIVINE DESIREE DIVINE DAY DREAMS / She and I have discovered sometimes we work on the same subject around the same time… I can’t help but see this as a perfect match to this poem.. / thank you so much Dasiy!!! / Pictures At An Exhibition /
Blowing through a vast crevasse – / from whirling tempest; / to calming balm on wounded skin; / to constant howl; / to sunlit kiss, onto war…
Ah. How to describe this? This is, quite simply, my past – or, the majority of it’s heaviness. So much. So many details. In short: my beautiful mother died at the age of 26, at the hands of a monster (AKA: the black-maker); tortured us beforehand for 2+ years on a daily basis (he was a dirty, dirty cop) which included molesting me for many years, years of which I have but 2 memories left after my brain erased my hard-drive to keep me from killing myself, most likely…the body knows what’s best. although, it would be nice, to have even one memory of my mother. she died when I was 7. She took her own life to escape him. / I have always pictured that little girl (me at 7, post her death) as sitting atop this pillar in a cave, bound and gagged, waiting for the adult me to come and rescue her…maybe someday I’ll be able to remember, and realease that girl of mine) / but for now, I take all of this as : A GIFT. and I mean that. ,my past is my gift, my present the reward. I harbor no ill-will against anyone. I forgave the man about 5 years back, in a dream actually, and my mother as well. / As I say, “I am the light-maker now”. So be it. I accept. With love and forgiveness in my heart, how could I do anything but shine for them?
Shhhhhh, for there among the gleaming, / ride the children of they sky.
Wow, this is a really wonderful feature for me! Thank you so very very much to the group All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical..
I Never Heard Your Steps I never heard your steps / coming my way, / They walked so tenderl…
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