Author: Simona A. Brinson
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Photo by Julian Paolo Dayag on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All rights reserved.
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~by Shel Silverstein~ He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall…that’s Paul. Talk about workin’, when he swung his axeYou could hear it ring for a mile and a half.Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall…for Paul. Talk about…
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(For Her) SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten That SHE is no longer Constrained and downtrodden By he that held her Confined and caged Because his mind was small And he was stunted in age SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten All the work SHE put in To grow and to…
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Have you ever felt like you know something about yourself intrinsically but didn’t know it on a conscious level? Then one day, a day like the many that have come and gone, you have a self-realized moment. In that moment, it is like someone switched the light on and a revelation fell from the sky.…
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At night while we sleep Our souls secretly meet And dance in the glow Of Eternity. We stand in the realm Where angles trod And ne’re a word be spoken For you and I together Are one heart, One mind, One soul. A singularity exists — We are Unified and whole. In our wholeness, Love…
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SINS BEYOND Are my sins beyond forgiveness My character beyond hope Maybe I can seek forgiveness From the Catholic pope Or maybe if I pray While on bended knee The Lord will hear my call And set this captive free Simona A. Brinson Photo by Nick on Unsplash © Simona A. Brinson and mylifeinword.com All…
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FAUX I am no fraud I am authentically me Yesterday Today And tomorrow I will not change To suit your fancy Or bend to your Whines or your moans Don’t call me friend And then tail-tuck And run When you don’t agree With things that I say If that be friendship I’d rather be friendless…
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SOUL OF MY SOUL My soul yearns For your return Because you are Soul of my soul Without you here Life is bitter-cold In the next life I will search And I will seek Stand upon Mountain peaks For you are Soul of my soul And my heart Cannot mend Until I find You again…
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