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This makes me quite happy.
The (Somewhat) Daily Poet
Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure because one has only learnt to get the better of words for the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which one is no longer disposed to say it. - T. S. Eliot
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Like You, Like Me
Searching o’er the wooden frame
I look deep inside the wooden grains and find
A face
It’s not my own
Nor yours
Nor theirs
Indeed it is no ones
Not that anyone cares
It’s just a face that’s rarely seen
Meant only for searchers like you and like me
See we’re the ones who know
There’s something more
Something bigger
And something torn
Deep inside each and every one
Ingrained inside
Our each and every bone
Our each and every wish
Our each an every song
Not that anyone cares
This is a song you rarely sing
Meant only for searchers like you and like me
In America the traits most associated with Christianity are homophobia, judgement, condemnation, patriotism, and a militant political agenda. Strange indeed when one considers that none of these traits can be found in the person of Jesus; rather, we find the opposite.
Joshua S. Porter (via ryanelindsey)
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My beloved who wills not to love me. My life which cannot love me. I seduce both.
Jack Kerouac (via aussthekhead)
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