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Post by anirbas on May 18, 2012 14:53:53 GMT -6
The past, for all of us, eventually retreats from the center stage of our thoughts to the peripheral lands of dreams and memories
The future remains, as always, imagined and misinterpreted, incorporeal as childhood wishes, mysterious, unbounded territory yet to be discovered and plundered
The present, however, is tactile, tangible, textural, loud and in your face, dramatic with dying, vibrant with living, concrete and truly, the only moment that matters, here and now...
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Post by heartfelt7 on May 19, 2012 19:42:30 GMT -6
This poem gives me a wonderful lift. I want life like this, not only in my face, but facing it, with every bit of acceptance I can muster. Nothing less. Love this.
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Post by anirbas on May 22, 2012 15:49:22 GMT -6
Thank you so much, Miz Heart, for your read and comments!!! Yes, always face life...For to look away from life, is to die...Yes?
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Post by moseley on May 26, 2012 22:53:28 GMT -6
makes me want to chew a grape now and later slowly and wake up into tomorrow, which is just a new and refreshed today, after all, the only time that matters, is now. do they make a watch that tells that time alone?
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Post by anirbas on Jun 30, 2012 22:38:19 GMT -6
Sadly, no. But, if you make it, I will buy one...lol
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