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Creating the Opportunity for Chances...
By Ron Emolo
The
world is getting too guttural and too ghetto-eral.
Too many overachieving-underachievers.
Will you allow us to make
our breaks?!
Too many numbers and letters look too alike.
Are we gonna fight world war 3 in order to prevent
world war 3?!
We saved the universe.
I just hope we did the right thing?
If you create more swords, create
even more pens...
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Stringy Crimson Cotton
By Paul Ceriani
Running my hands through a sunset
A
milestone of miracles only a dream away
Bordering on Darkness, light still trying to stay alive
Stringy crimson
cotton touching the fallen sun.
And I stood there alone, with her on my mind dreaming
of flying with her hand
in hand
The dark seems imminent as the sun disappears.
I think of her face as we lay side by
side
Eyes like the sun, hair like cotton, and a face as beautiful
as life itself
Feeling so small,
watching the mighty sun fall away
I wait for the moon to take it's place
She enters my soul and waits with
me
And the cotton darkens as the sky starts to sparkle
I think of her smile and I smile myself.
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Prologue (from a theatrical production) by C.A. Conforti
It
is not necessary for us to understand where we came from, in order to live a good life once we exist. It is not for us to
impose our opinion of how and why we exist, but to share our thoughts and remain open-minded. No man can truly define anything.
And yet it is our nature to try to do just that.
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