The Secret Amulet
female, 21 |
Writer/Student :/
Corner of Pen and Thought / USA
member since 19.05.2004
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Vote like your life depends on it
I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don't accept his claim to be God.' That is one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would be a lunatic. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to."
"We all want progress. But progress means getting nearer to the place where you want to be. And if you have taken a wrong turning, the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man... There is nothing progressive about being pig headed and refusing to admit a mistake... We are on the wrong road. And if that is so, we must go back. Going back is the quickest way on." (C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity)
"Freedom is the ability to say 2 plus 2 equals 4"
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There's a brown ring/
where my coffee cup was/
i trace it with my finger/
push the stain in deeper/
i tend/
to do that/
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Come here, you say/
the wall cradles you like a friend/
the hard blue sky a smile over your head/
i like you in spite of myself/
despite the solidity of the earth/
between my toes/
i like you/
you and your smiles and ways/
even that burning stick in your hand/
i like you/
and for the first time/
it begins, a ray, right now.
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I saw Humpty Dumpty today/
shattered bits of egg-white glass/
my tires ran him over/
crushed him further/
i wonder if it hurt.
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Water seeps out/
carefully, subtley/
through the gold and white/
fringed blue/
but it doesn't run, or slip/
trace a path, curved, down/
a cheek or an ear/
it stays, pools/
clear and passionless/
until i brush it/
away.
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When did this all happen
when did your thoughts become
his
theirs
others besides your own
when did they start to defy your control
rogue and sly
they twist your ankles like spindly heels
the red ones you used to play dress up in
long ago
the same ones you put on today
you stab the ground with them
and the clacking is distracting
just as you'd hoped
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And i'm on the left since everyone asks ;) |
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