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Poem – Extremes of Death
The open field is not empty as the ground is littered with remains of the day remains of the fallen. Boulders serve as markers as crude tombstones and in some cases a reminder of brutality and cruelty. We stumbled across fresh bones and the skull of a deer carelessly left and scattered the remains complete…
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Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives. The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…
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Poem – Walked Across the Field
I walked across that empty field after the weeds took over and boulders fell from the darkening sky and trees took root. I walked across what used to be the empty field a gameboard for my mind a history of what has taken place, what I allowed to happen and I threw gasoline everywhere and…