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At The Margins of Silence: Within
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Wednesday, November 2, 2011. Aunt was the only one to offer encouragement. Her voice like a song soothing the searing pains that must be endured to reach the boy's psyche, "Just a little further. Just a little bit further, my pretty.". Posted by Inner Echoes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How do you feel? That is the question. But i forget . You dont expect an easy answer. When something like a soul. Becomes initialized and folded up.
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At The Margins of Silence: Looking down into
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, July 15, 2010. On our life's journey,. In dark woods,. The right road lost. The Valley of Shadows. I heard the thunder of three voices. The voices of sorrow in unison. Posted by Inner Echoes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How do you feel? That is the question. But i forget . You dont expect an easy answer. When something like a soul. Becomes initialized and folded up. Like paper dolls and little notes. Describing what you see.
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At The Margins of Silence: July 2010
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, July 15, 2010. On our life's journey,. In dark woods,. The right road lost. The Valley of Shadows. I heard the thunder of three voices. The voices of sorrow in unison. Posted by Inner Echoes. Wednesday, July 14, 2010. Of your wings,. And under your wings. Am I still afraid. Posted by Inner Echoes. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). How do you feel? That is the question. But i forget . You dont expect an easy answer. Describing what you see.
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At The Margins of Silence: August 2009
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, August 13, 2009. Standing on the shoulders of Giants. 8220;It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly,. With the Ubara at his left and his Second in Command at his right, he sat and listened to the hearts of...
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At The Margins of Silence: Another Day ... another verr
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, November 17, 2011. Another Day . another verr. I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons. I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason. I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices,. They're one in the same, I must isolate you. Isolate and save you from yourself". Posted by Inner Echoes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How do you feel? The First Law ...
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At The Margins of Silence: Tell Tale Heart
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, November 3, 2011. I see thee yet, in form as palpable. As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;. And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,. Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,. And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,. Which was not so before. There's no such thing:. MacBeth Act2 Scene 2. More to come . Posted by Inner Echoes. How do you feel?
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At The Margins of Silence: That Way
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, November 17, 2011. Posted by Inner Echoes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How do you feel? That is the question. But i forget . You dont expect an easy answer. When something like a soul. Becomes initialized and folded up. Like paper dolls and little notes. You cant expect a bit of hope. And while your outside looking in. Describing what you see. Remember What your staring at is me. Cause I'm looking at you Through the glass.
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At The Margins of Silence: Apollonian Veil
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, November 17, 2011. In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in an clearer light,. And what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth. Posted by Inner Echoes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How do you feel? That is the question. But i forget . You dont expect an easy answer. When something like a soul. Becomes initialized and folded up.
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At The Margins of Silence: Those Eyes
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, November 3, 2011. I am home though a part of me is missing. That part of me that could stand. The dismal selfishness of contrite beings. It is like nails along a chalkboard now. Whatever it takes to make it cease. I shall without thought. The silence is indeed golden. I am not the same. Nor will I ever be. Do you not see my precious. I grow like you. You will hate me. For all that you hate of yourself. For it will be passion. Just ...
