Tag: Heart

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Even a sheep’s wool is often bruised Firths of ice turns to scattering glacier Snow crust in a scorching noon brews So is a heart wounded in dementia On this rubble many have trudged Eyes sickening, face grimacing Hearts wounded and bruised Upon the forlorn hill there’s a silver line rising More pristine than your…

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‘Not all those who wander are lost.’ – From All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter by J.R.R. Tolkein – I am not lost. I find my way as I wander. Sometimes I move in circles. Sometimes I keep a straight line till I reach a dead end. I move in circles more than I…

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I feel a little jaded when I hear people rant about how they’ve been betrayed by a trusted friend or acquaintance, not because I’m inhuman or lack emotions but because I’ve been able to gain control of my emotions; and adopt survival mechanisms that preserve my sanity and peace of mind in a world of…

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One of the fondest memories I have, especially as regards taking care of my five year old self was primping and painting my face just like the ladies that advertised bathing soaps and body creams in those 90s commercials on TV or as I had seen my Mum do countless times. My face would come…

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THE MIRROR OF MY HEART I look into my mirror; the mirror of my heart, to see if it’s really true, if I’m really ugly like they say, if I’m really lowly like they say, if I’m the least of all the races like the say; not with their mouths of course, those days are…

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Hey people, Toolsman here serving up your Wednesday Dialogue and to start with, as much as I love Whitney Houston, I’m sorry to disappoint you but this isn’t a tribute to her… well… not really… If anything at all, thinking up and trying to write this post just made me feel worse about her death…