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Author Name: FreeShe Whispers 4 Comments
Date Added: July 16, 2011 15:07:45 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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We must learn the fascinating lore and exotic langauge
of our own sacred dream dance of life embrace

Protective powers and spiritual significant
of our own self identity to survive
 at any cost that we sometimes
have to make

Embody ourselves with  adrenalin strength and courage
and with truthful understanding of ourselves

We must open our heart and mind to the wisdom which
 urges us to adapt to our constant changing
circumstances in lifes many highways

Sometimes dreams and reality can
become the same thing if we want
it badly enough
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Comment By: FreeTomahawk on July 17, 2011 05:39:30 PM Report

Which tells me only one dream is too big and no dreamer too small. From what I have seen of your work, I'd say that you've got it goin' on.



Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on July 17, 2011 03:25:21 AM Report
Remain committed to the path you have chosen and the possibilities become endless,live the dream~Graham.
Comment By: FreeSteven Cooper on July 16, 2011 11:48:10 PM Report



Somewhere on this blank white
pallet is a picture of a love yet to be painted

There is a song in my heart
that is yet to be sung about you and me

A breath to be shared when it
is speaking of a deep love into a listening ear

And a touch of softness like
that of a baby’s hand 

out with a feeling of hope that somehow this will find you in a world of lost

need to be touched but yet I am afraid of the loneliness that my come after you

this void of my heart is the seed of a new day

day when no more bounders will hold back the things that God has placed here
inside of me

you reach out and try to just comfort a lonely person today and let them know
they are loved


Steven W. Cooper     

Comment By: FreeJim Kistner Jr on July 16, 2011 07:53:01 PM Report
Very well stated...

Sometimes dreams and reality can

become the same thing if we want

it badly enough


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