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a sidewalk painted life: Where Is Peace?
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Sunday, March 15, 2009. Where is his peace to be found? The answer is surprising but it is clear. In weakness. Few people are telling us this truth, but there is peace to be found in our own weakness, in those places of our hearts where we feel most broke, most insecure, most in agony, most afraid. Why there? Henri Nouwen, Finding My Way Home. Do others persecute me because of theirs? I am staying on truth. Waiting for all the falsity to fall away. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Where Did I Go.
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a sidewalk painted life: July 2008
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Thursday, July 17, 2008. Round the rockwell road. I want to keep opening my eyes. those that belong to my heart. my soul. my spirit. so that i will never miss out in seeing the truth that wants me staring right at it's face. the breakthrough awaiting to be claimed. the love longing to be lived. Tuesday, July 15, 2008. Rain cleans ink blot stains. Unfortunately i am not that whole yet but i'm getting there. Hand in your hand. . Heart in your heart. . A little bit like the embrace . You are in a city...
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a sidewalk painted life: There's No Substitute for the Real Thing | Soar High FrancisM
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Saturday, March 7, 2009. There's No Substitute for the Real Thing Soar High FrancisM. I am still at a loss for words. The death of Philippine's Master Rapper Francis "Kiko" Magalona has shaken the Entertainment and Music Industry since news of his death yesterday. I am at a loss for words because it is hard to imagine someone whose life was pulsating with passion and zeal, color and vibrance can stop just like that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Where Did I Go. The Virtues of Filipino Bravehearts.
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a sidewalk painted life: Vulnerability
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Saturday, March 14, 2009. They say that being authentic is part of life. The pain and the joy of tearing the veil. You hide yourself in is the journey. I am told that being who you are is. Being your very own Michaelangelo. Sculpting your core out of a mold. Society keeps you in. Child man lover nemesis. All these facets exist in every. Crack and crevice of bottlenecked veins. Hanging on to a lifeline. I am told that breaking out of your shell. Is an accomplishment in overcoming. What to do with it.
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a sidewalk painted life: February 2009
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. Things You Will Never See. Things You Will Never See. Originally uploaded by puresolitude. There are things you will never see. Past your own eyes. Or hear with your own ears. And they are the cries that. Remain muffled and the. Groans that remain in hiding. For ache can be too grotesque to witness. And pain can be too much to bear. Save but one drop that escapes my. Eyes and stains my cheek. And finds its way to still. Call out your name. Whats in a Name? What's in a Name?
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a sidewalk painted life: March 2009
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Monday, March 16, 2009. When all thoughts become muffled and unclear, I go back to the one thing that helps me hear a little bit more clearly. Labels: notes to myself. Sunday, March 15, 2009. Where is his peace to be found? The answer is surprising but it is clear. In weakness. Few people are telling us this truth, but there is peace to be found in our own weakness, in those places of our hearts where we feel most broke, most insecure, most in agony, most afraid. Why there? It's all an intertwined knot o...
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To the beginning of my unravelling: January 2009
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To the beginning of my unravelling. Friday, January 30, 2009. I hate being pushed. out of the limelight. out of the loop. out. . To find myself in the circumference and not the center. it's annoying. irritating. Thursday, January 29, 2009. If i were to give you a picture to describe me at the moment ill. I love you dreamer,. Ps: found a photo of a red and orange gummy bear . Wednesday, January 28, 2009. In one of my boring subjects, as is the case when i make these lists, i thought of my birthday wishes.
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To the beginning of my unravelling: February 2009
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To the beginning of my unravelling. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. I needed something to jolt me. To move me into an existence that i deserved. Stepping out of the comforts of this robotic life was a hard step, a complicated one. How do you shake off four years of habituation? How do you just shed four years of dust and atrophied muscles? I pick up the phone to call M. 160;up, just to feel another human's voice. He is part and parcel of this utopia I am glimpsing. For this I am thankful. For Stan and also...
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To the beginning of my unravelling: The Climb
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To the beginning of my unravelling. Sunday, April 26, 2009. In all honesty i'm not a fan of Miley Cyrus. I find her too pretentious of a person to put any real emotion in the characters she portrays. But i cannot discount the fact that this last song of hers really has some merit. i like the words, but hate how she sang it, especially the video. I can almost see it. That dream I’m dreaming. There’s a voice inside my head sayin,. You’ll never reach it,. Every step I’m taking,. Every move I make feels.
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