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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spirituality

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Back again to pen and papertrying to intensify the wordhigher than the scripture besideI'm waitingin a silencefilled by the scentof my own absence who am Ito be believingmyself as freeyou say whilethe newspeakenshrouds the mysteryof a fetus travelingbackwards but inwardsirreversibly alignedto the labor timesuncatalayzed come ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life after death

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Who dies? when the last breath subsides the final train departs into the night Who dies? when jealousy gives way to grace and into love this life's redeemed Who dies? when an i is on vacation enfolding is becoming in the now we are Who dies? when reason explains itself away criticism getting stuck in its own strains and the m... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Letting go

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This separation is indescribable like love on a purple evening wordless wondering of waiting women reversed into its unwanted extreme Head disconnected from Heart thoughts unrelated to feeling in absence of the essence desire drills and something seems amiss irreversible dissatisfaction when all chances are cut all... More..

Arts & Humanities > Ethics The challenges of morality on the Internet

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Ever since Bill Clinton's now-historical affair with Monika Levinsky, it seems that the public has begun to realize on a mass scale that politicians are not only human but that they may also have a very active sex-life. This is itself nothing new but parallel to the evolution of the media, the rumor-circuit has also grown int... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pure love

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Since your face vanished into the steady stream of western standard time and the last touch started to fade on my skin i see you everywhere now each woman wears your hips' fluidity instead of your sweet smelling teachings now streetsigns point out your ways the empty tables of restaurants the rich green texture of ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Freedom

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I am nothing more than a confluence of forces a breeze of silent surrender blown afar from home at rest in the arms of the source my fingers locked behind the blaze formerly known as body I recite my self into silence More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This is now

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words are loud when silence rearranges death into a honeymoon proud enough are the angels and also sad to be so perfect ~ More..

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