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Voracity/Veracity: companions
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The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Saturday, July 08, 2006. Solitude, the ball and chain of my heart. You have kept me through this season of life, kept me. I resented you, even hated you at times, your burden seemed so hard to bear. But now I look at your face wondering if I’ve learned from you what I’ve always known I needed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The other side of the coin.
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Voracity/Veracity: my friend, my mirror
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The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Monday, June 19, 2006. My friend, my mirror. The lines on your face reflect my own. Warm eyes are weighted with years of life. Knowing smile carries a realistic hope with gritty determination. We have grown, you and I. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My friend, my mirror. The other side of the coin. View my complete profile.
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Voracity/Veracity: To the Dawn!
http://thehiddenanna.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-dawn.html
The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Friday, November 04, 2005. The dam breaks…. The water flows…. The life and pain mingle,. One flavor of salty tears…. The answer comes: moaning midnight stranger. Banished to darkness by tragedy,. Feared, unknown, unheard,. But by wandering passer-bys. 8220;To the dawn! A face demeaned, shamed,. Pale from too much neglect,. Nearly transparent, yet dark.
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Voracity/Veracity: Stream
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The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Sunday, July 31, 2005. Can't wait till I become wrapt wholly in light and my skin is transparent like rain or young leaves on Aspen trees high in the Rocky Mountains. So sad life takes certain turns, but must come to terms with the way things must be for future, for me. Can't wait to be inundated with waves of love so strong that pain begins to make sense, finally.
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Voracity/Veracity: red sweater
http://thehiddenanna.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-sweater.html
The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Wednesday, May 09, 2007. I can't tell you what I am feeling right now. Which of the myriad of emotions it is. But its something. Something almost outside of myself, something that is permeating me to my core and I can't tell where the line of seperation is in my soul. Is it me? Is it my environment? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The other side of the coin.
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Voracity/Veracity: April 2005
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The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Sunday, April 24, 2005. Twenty-four April, 2005. Lies Lies. They’re all lies that are the bricks the stones that make the tower of my captivity, and here I am at the top trying to destroy them while I am still in it. Hope prevails, winds gale, life unexpected, love resurrected in me, I’m a tree God’s planting from before time, God’s hope in my life.
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Voracity/Veracity: “With the exception of your voice, no, I’ve never felt like crawling up into a sound and living there.”
http://thehiddenanna.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-exception-of-your-voice-no-ive.html
The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Saturday, July 08, 2006. 8220;With the exception of your voice, no, I’ve never felt like crawling up into a sound and living there.”. I sing for you, my lover. As you lead me on paths so green,. My feet ache with memory. My heart with desire. Don’t you see me. Coming to life in your arms. Coming to love in your embrace. Hold me tighter, spin me ‘round the room,.
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Voracity/Veracity: June 2005
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The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Tuesday, June 14, 2005. Skin rashes and the human condition. Well, because denial of reality is so much easier than the pain of admission. That’s pretty vague, I know. But one must not risk poignancy at the risk of being found out…not that it’s a big secret or anything, again, avoiding reality just seems easier. What are you doing to us? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Voracity/Veracity: May 2007
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The place where I will pretty much say anything I don't want to say on my other blog.namely that which is telling of my inward churnings. Wednesday, May 09, 2007. I can't tell you what I am feeling right now. Which of the myriad of emotions it is. But its something. Something almost outside of myself, something that is permeating me to my core and I can't tell where the line of seperation is in my soul. Is it me? Is it my environment? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The other side of the coin.
