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The water cycle

When we Feel the warmth of compassion it allows us to embrace the comfort of belonging.

These moments of peace help us give in to our inclinations to submit and allow us to express the emotions that we -most times -can not explain.

Let’s exercise those freedom which cannot be bought and Encourage ourselves to explore the transcendent euphoria that is stillness.

I believe that if we are successful that these moments will last an eternity . For if the ocean is in the sky then life is a circle.

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Rowing

Sometimes I have dreams about my past lives

In them I see the hearts I’ve broken,

people I’ve misused

and the things I shouldn’t have uttered

These visions I cannot explain

One would have to be there

In order to experience them from my unique perspective

seeing what Ive experienced, searched and sacrificed

for a breathe of fresh air

I awake from my dream a prisoner

and slave to time

Trapped in this dream we call life.

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The water pump

One day, while walking to the water pump, a boy witnessed a man driving by in a shiny and attractive vehicle.

While riding past, the man tossed an empty box of cigarettes out of his car window and quickly sped away.

Soon afterwards , the boy -astonished by the man’s luxurious automobile – turned to his father and asked:

“Father, does it make you sad that we are so poor?”

To which the boy’s father responded:

I do not feel sad? Do you?

The boy replied:

“No, but we don’t have much money?”

The father delayed his response and lowered himself to a knee so that he could look directly into his son’s eyes. With a slight smile on his lips, he used his words to edify the boy:

“My son” He said in a warm and calm tone. “Some people are so poor, that all they have is money”

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Monologue: Complexities

Many people inquire about my habits. I assume that they’d like to be able to place me in a category that’ll help them understand my behavior.

Although it would make me uncomfortable, I would label myself a writer – thats is if it were up to me to decide-.

From my perception, the art of writing is a path so broken and divided that one must be lost in order to indulge in its essence.

And so it is while on this path, that I’ve witnessed myself transform into the words I’ve manifested onto paper; living vicariously though literature.

Consequently, I’ve become the main characters of the stories Ive grown accustomed to writing; a comedian, a politician, a poet, singer and sometimes even God.

My experience is therefore too complex to define but nevertheless, too entertaining to look away.

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