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Mar 29, 2021 1:24:11 GMT -8
Post by Yoda on Mar 29, 2021 1:24:11 GMT -8
When do you know when to open your heart, is it the beginning, the end, the finish or start of your life. To learn how to love, be passionate and creative to dream of peace and compassion with your heightened senses so sensitive. Carefully exposed is your treasured gift can easily be tattered and cast adrift. Holding on to it too tightly can cause it to break and giving it away can also be hard to take. Exercising precautions and diligently on guard only builds the wall higher and allowing the bards to sing songs and tell of wild stories of our plight. So when do we know when to open our hearts, is it the beginning, the end, the finish or start.
Yoda
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Mar 29, 2021 6:58:10 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2021 6:58:10 GMT -8
Thoughts come to mind and later are seen reflected. Are they your own or those of another... You don't know, so you deem your heart rejected. Casting them off as Cain did his brother. The bond of trust has shattered like glass. The ethric cord stretched beyond sight. Spiritual eyes awakening in Earth's school room class. Spiritual hearts remembering not to fight. The beginning, the end, the finish or start. It doesn't matter when the heart opens. What matters is that your willing to push the cart; across the cosmos leaving behind, Odin.
Amberfields.
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Mar 29, 2021 9:40:02 GMT -8
Post by Yoda on Mar 29, 2021 9:40:02 GMT -8
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Mar 29, 2021 21:21:42 GMT -8
Post by Yoda on Mar 29, 2021 21:21:42 GMT -8
Sadness is a canvas that can create madness Being peppered from within and also from without Lost is our way when the path is not clear Take a deep breath because the end is near Look upon your journey in wonderment As you reach your goal and stand tall as a
testament Never the less shall we will always find Someone else as a similar kind Not knowing what we'll find, as this is the
story of mankind.
Yoda
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Mar 31, 2021 5:38:41 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2021 5:38:41 GMT -8
Times Triangle. (My first published works)
In history's great dark hall of fame we find. Wonders never cease to amaze us, of the lost treasures hidden deep within our minds. Unbeknownst to man, our thoughts betray us. Forces far beyond us take command. Acts demolishing our dignity. To the point to where it is out of our hands. Wanting back our precious virginity. Yet sometimes faith holds up its power strong, and in the wee twilight hours showing. Mankind strength as well as its common wrongs, the faces of purity are glowing. We know the day will finally come, when peace and love remain our kingdom.
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Mar 31, 2021 12:28:28 GMT -8
Post by Yoda on Mar 31, 2021 12:28:28 GMT -8
Mountains and rivers are what I dream too many times so it seems With mature trees that fill the forests and meadows filled with so many flowers that would be the envy of any florist Skies are blue and the air is crisp there's not much more that I can't ignore but the simple pleasure of watching the wildlife play, as I go about my usual day Hurry and catch up will you and join me in our quest, as the light starts to fade we begin to sleep again with the light of the moon and the stars on our skin we dream of home once again.
Yoda
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Apr 1, 2021 6:17:53 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2021 6:17:53 GMT -8
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I suck at poetry And so do you.
April Fools, just kidding.
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Apr 1, 2021 10:30:17 GMT -8
Post by Yoda on Apr 1, 2021 10:30:17 GMT -8
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I suck at poetry And so do you. April Fools, just kidding.
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