Tag: history is a child building a sandcastle by the sea
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Infinite
Is as far as I can see all there is?Will fair winds favor us now?As we follow the ocean onward and onward. Smell the sea and feel the sky, sail on by Moonwashed Musings.
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Stupendous!
The stupidity is stupendous. The arrogance is palpable. The idiocracy is everywhere. Swirling through infinite space. Specks making a spectacle. Quite purposefully dodging awareness.Too painful to look. What keeps us together. Too beautiful to ignore. Cleansed by All New Full strength Moon Juice
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Thunderstorm
Lightening in a bottleis what is neededcapturing moments such asthese seeming rare andrarer splendors and awesfor what they arerather than what we’retold or fed byscreens and talking headswhile humanity runs amok. Boomcrack following flash countingfive seconds per miledistant but nearing nowwe walk to theclearing, wait and watchbut we have nobottle until you spya dusty Vernor’s…
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Island Annual
Waning day risessoftly surrounds us.Horripilation I saythat’s goosebumps silly.Our twinkling eyeswarm in twilight.A blink embracingall the years. Enjoy a beach day at Eugi’s Surfside Causerie
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Orange You All That
I want to rhyme, the decision is mine.I want to wear orange, don’t you?break on through, be true you. Prompted by Reena’s Challenging Challenge No. 213
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Tunnel Visions
This was no ordinary tunnel. There were warning signs of course as you approached, rather indicators giving pause. “Biggest best tunnel ever.” “You can’t resist.” “Only right-minded people here.” “Better than the good old-fashioned days.” But nothing could quite prepare anyone to go around, skip on past, to do anything but drive towards the next…
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On Not Standing in the Same River
I see this thought as it pops up from a creek flowing swirling into my morass of consciousness and awareness or this orange flower growing through a crack in the cement along a crumbling downtown Detroit overpass life struggling without knowing perhaps the impossibility of existence inside an amazing invisible time-machine do we tear at…
Artie & Stu 