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When I was three, my father starting reading Shakespeare to me, mostly plays. Although I did not understand it at the time, he was an actor and sucked me in by means of entertainment. By four I understood and was able to recite Shakespeare on cue. Since I
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Rain. The rain falls and I catch myself staring as if in a trance. It streaks down the screen of my window, leaving a slash where ever it has been. Trickling down the porch roof i watch as it collects and pours out, as if draining from a spout. New ripples constantly form and reform in puddles that have surfaced here and the... More..
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A Spectator's Tribute. (9/11/06) The morning was fresh and calm, beautiful at that. Little did we know what was to come. They wanted to kill an idea, a dream probably because it was unreachable to them, so it seemed. They tore down our structures, they broke our many years of peace all in an offering to their god. I wish the... More..
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There's always been this lady in my world in fact, shes the one who gave me life. Her faith in me never falters, her love is never ending. She supports me when i need her and tries to even when i don't, shes always been here for me to lean on, there for a good heart to heart. She made many sacrifices just so that i would be ... More..
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Femme Fatal. There's something new in this water, I close my eyes and its too damn close. I smell it, I can feel it, it's real. . . These are the thoughts I think late at night while mothers and babes alike sleep the lovely day away and add to the scrapbooks another day filled with happy memories. This is a work of the fates... More..
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Present: Blues. I feel this bass beat dropping in my head, this thump thump thump wont let me go. I've got to sing you something about the blues got to let you know I'm still in love with you. Blues, baby, blues is all around it never leaves this forsaken town, just when I thought I was clear, that thump thump thump starts c... More..
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