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Old 09-04-2009, 10:22 PM
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Default 05/12/2004

Battered and bruised, I go to pick myself up again, but the fall has not been so far this time
I am still alive this time
And logic holds court wrapped desperately about my confusion
I go to my body and soul, and question the state of things
As a spirit, I grow every day in the smallest gestures
My body is safe, my body is well
And I am able to transition for my betterment
Of course I feel the human pain, alone and buzzed after throwing my weight around and exiting a situation in which I would deal with another body
Close, probing somehow
Requiring personal information and commitment, if only an idea
To the future
My salve of isolation becomes a burden as years eclipse one another
And there is one more coffeehouse, and one more bar
one more legion of souls
Bent and screaming
For my evolution
and the answer
-R. McCartney
"Rocks will open and make a way for the lover."
~Hazrat Inayat Khan

I love Catfish and Charlie.
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