Quoted in the Grove:
Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.
~Muhammed Ali
Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
~ Shel Silverstein
Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dream.
~Paul Coelho
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Posted from the Grove:
Prewritten for Thurs (05/14) @6pm PT/9 ET is: sidearm, fellatio
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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten: separate, inseminate
~Piffin: “11:12”
Disseminate the ancient law
Inseminate young mind
Eye for eye
Tooth for tooth
Faith furious and blind
Were schooling infidel
Netting those not of our kind
Separate the surf from turf
Revile the lemon rind
Invigorate
Intimidate discriminate invalidate
Armed guard tower
Barbed wire
Locked gate
We know what God would want
Because we know what God hates
We’re loading up the railway cars
Based on what you ate
Satan prawn
Imp cocktail
Breaded crustacean
Anathema
Apostate
Abomination
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~BarTalk: modern romance #2
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Impromptu: cadaver dogs
~Piffin: “Lovelock”
It was love, first sight my dear
A moist and heated spark
You, princess to my fairytale
Me, just another mark
A romance dressed in summer sweat
Mimosas, ceiling fans
I pledged forever with my kiss
But you had other plans
A dreamed us through eternity
Angelic, lovestruck fools
Your feathers, though, were black as crow
Your eyes fixed on my jewels
But you’ll not fly so far, my love
When cuffed, ankle and wrist
Cadaver dogs uncovering me
Your hair clenched in my fist
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~Greymane: Ill Intent
The winds blew foul that mournful night when madness called his name
The howling hounds of hell were writing lullabies in flame
They filled his soul with terrors dark that reason can’t explain
And beckoned him to venture home and hide inside his pain
From somewhere in the shadows where the wicked wisdom lies
Cadaver dogs with ill intent all laughed at his demise
The misted winds that wail with the wisdom of defeat
Will dry each tear with sultry songs, malodorous and sweet
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~whitefeather: “Cadaver dogs”
The whispers in town
his third wife had not been found
no one suspected
her mutilated body
was nourishing garden green
A new blushing bride
his fourth wife pushing flowers,
pungent smell of rot
cadaver dogs solved cold case
his unfaithful lovers graves
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~BarTalk: The Illness
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Writers in Residence
~whitefeather @Love’s Silence:
Three new pics from whitefeather’s SL camera: Callipygian echo, double-arch windows; a veiled RR line enters a covered bridge; feet begin the journey on a curved line headed home
My Skin (Natalie Merchant, with lyrics)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBZKHZq2xhE
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