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And here is the thought to do all one can do in mind and thinking alone… required long walks and secret tal…
Posted on Dec.22, 2014 in budget, CRS by Steven Aftergood The U.S. has spent $1.6 trillion on post-9/11 military operations, including the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and other count...
Mystics, moderates, minutia, and m… Moping matter mopping mops Mulling, muttering mouthing, monks Maybe, might be; motely motors Muddy mundane morbid modems
What thoughts have I, in mind against its grain; aware, but in shallowness dressed, humanity’s drain, drowns my spirit… beside myself, of doubt filled dre…
Subtlety’s speaking, cradles inten… claver’s murmurings, missives’ def… honesty addled, stillness rejects sensitive Confiteor so kind; brutally, irksome squabbling pract…
Women; are one error away From annihilation’s thrust Although this comes not from men Butt, from within their chosen occ… As throughout this nation smolderi…
We students, are the future and as nurturing features all must respect, and obey Nature, as our muse and teacher however, we must willingly
Crooked stop signs, Flies and left fisted lies; Buttered, yellowed, belied; spokes… Books, bricks, binoculars, and bri… A binder, a mobile pedestal, duel…
mysteries of; in a strange way to sleeping spirits continuing to vanish, upon a capitol’s shadowy lawn if you are able to believe your simpering children will be redeemed, each of their...
scream out your wanting, lips for a taste teasing and taunting no need for haste moon light’s reflection
Unearthly bright… as humans we can… this bright emitting its light thr… that the body human truly is… for beneath Bethlehem like everywh… is the ground, stupid!
Mind’s deep permits, darkness’ cav… one light defined in candled flame… profound indeed these depths despa… release these binds, of mind, of h… substance beret, of loss, of life,…
Reflect, upon the mood of men, in whose hearts lie fallow; their lives, lived in shadow’s dim… souls in murky shallows; standing proud, upon the life,
somewhere, beyond my soul’s profundity the middle of all the madness comes apart feelings made worthless,
words on a page wane and aimlessly whisper this rekindle glory
