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Original artwork and poems by Pete Goode. Monday, December 31, 2007. All poetry, collage and artwork is original property of Pete Goode. Please enjoy. Posted by Goode Design at 11:59 PM. Charlotte, N. C., United States. View my complete profile. Goode Cents [save money]. Shift 20] : Think Different. Other Blogs of Note. Faith is a Journey,. Not a Guilt Trip. Love Notes from Mexico. Dave Ramsey: Live Debt Free. Restaurant.com: Eat for less. Craig's List: Find anything. 4-2-07) on schedule. as planned.
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Original artwork and poems by Pete Goode. Tuesday, November 29, 2005. In tender open sores. I flail arms wide. Crescent moon of wayward sons. And reconcile the hope of light. I set off without a guide. Without even the palest star. Open a fruitless map. And ponder to where you are. Lost in the tempest mud puddle of life. A shipwreck and cast ashore. Grounded forever this vessle becomes. A graveyard of hope to sail nevermore. Posted by Goode Design at 2:49 AM. Charlotte, N. C., United States. Proverbs 6:1...
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Original artwork and poems by Pete Goode. Friday, September 02, 2005. At sacred trees and rhythm grass. Though green was the only color. A cold hand seeps down. The decaying bones of dawn. Breathe slow my concrete angel. You marble ghost of man. Eternity devours the day. And surrounds our morning. To waking prisoners of time. Posted by Goode Design at 7:17 AM. I am trapped in the continual faces of yesterday;. Of sunrises and pitfalls. And "taking one for the gipper.". Considering the has-been i've become.
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Original artwork and poems by Pete Goode. Thursday, September 28, 2006. Striding in a daydream,. A fortune's fair in reverie. Sunning in a moonbeam. Awake from this wretched trance! Retrace each step to the fork in the road. Bring gifts to the offering of circumstance. And repent of paths men chose. To this ground men tread;. On broken earth,. A solitary flicker;. Of what some call a "fool's paradise". Posted by Goode Design at 9:26 AM. Charlotte, N. C., United States. View my complete profile. Proverbs ...
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Original artwork and poems by Pete Goode. Friday, August 19, 2005. Gaze upon this ghost of a man. Once gathered by the wind. Now he would come back to you. Admitting that he had sinned. Fallen from the balcony. Of tainted tattered grace. Approaching with each glance of you. Shying from your face. Permit me as i come again. To speak your holy name. Within me please rekindle. That ever burning flame. Posted by Goode Design at 1:30 AM. Maybe everyone speaks in riddles. Truth be told, they say it ain't so.
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Original artwork and poems by Pete Goode. Thursday, September 27, 2007. In this narrow passage. Red, orange, yellow, blue. Seeing all these doors. Of a different hue. Walls painted pale blue. Or maybe bright white. With thick florescent light. A few bashed in. By the one painted brown. Just knobs and locks. Passing left and right. In a halway that doesn't stop. Some doors are shut. Tight as a drum. Through some wide open. Comes a sound of a hum. Opening to another hall. From an expectant solid door.
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Original artwork and poems by Pete Goode. Thursday, December 01, 2005. Please believe what i say is true,. Hope can wait with only hope at hand. And survey a subtle glance at the mockery of you. Words with meaning lost. Hidden in countless bleeding shades of grey. That flying clay pigeon of laughter. Piercing the mournings of a burial site. The terrible tragedy when it's wrong to be right. And solitude seems so close in a crowded room. But silence never comes to those all alone. A shredded speck of life.