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I hate to agree with the trust fun baby behind Vampire Weekend, but who gives a f*** about an Oxford Comma? I live in the Deep South. Karma ain’t real either. I’m not making this up. The only thing that exists at all. Is God And God is just pure Love. It’s silly anyone thinks…
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I plan on figuring it out this time, But Lord, do me a solid: Next time can you instead be an elephant? So I can join the college, Of the wisest group of creatures, Here on Mother Earth? Who never even question Their purpose or their worth? /https://medium.com/creatures/elephants-can-paint-f7e57232a81c
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I know that every ounce of fearIs total lack of faith,But I’ve been traumatized so muchIt’s difficult to faceThe world with confidence things willAlways work out for me.Even though I know deep down,It’s still hard to believe.
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Remember the tale of the Prodigal Son?Remember the Father’s joy?For once he was lost, but he was redeemed.It maddened his other boy.For he never strayed.He was faithful for life.Where was the feast for him?“We feast every day!Come pull up a chair, nayA son nor a servant be withheld a meal!”
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When I was writing the previous sonnet God Looks Through Your Eyes the first quatrain of this one was the original last quatrain of that one and this couplet was the couplet but I realized I had two separate sonnets so I sliced this off and wrote it into another sonnet. I hope you dig it.…
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I spit a lot of facts in this one. If you don’t fact-check me, shame on you, unless you knew all of this already. As an aside I saw someone point out last night that J.R.R. Tolkien’s world was flat until it was formed into a sphere suddenly at some point. But if you accuse…
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These get dated when I post them to my blog but often times they are much older and were just sitting in one of the word docs I jot down notes in waiting for a little polish. I did very little editing here. I added a few words to one line and suddenly a poem…
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I just want to write poetryAnd maybe make some art.I drew some characters for stickers.I guess that is a start.I’m selling them on TikTok now.I have to make some dough.Someday I will be comfortable.This much, do I know.
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I put my prayers in poem.Because then I can look back uponThe prayers and see my progress.I’m learning how to hog less.I’m learning how to love me.I’m much better at loving thee.And the only way to be free.Is to express love endlessly.
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Have firm faith in GodIs such wonderful advice.It’s hard for me to do, my siblings!It’s hard to avoid fright.I seem to be in a near-constantState of fight-or-flight.I really have to train my brainSo I can win this fight.
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I quite like it. I used it in the below graphic. You can’t tell.
Musings of the Mad 