Category: Cast Your Stone
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UNLESS
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Touch
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She figured it would be just a bite to eat a drink or two Skim the surface Like most people do She didn’t expect To be heard Get her soul fed Thirst quenched. Hand held She should have figured. She would be Touched. Jeanna’ Mead 1 33 – 3/15/17 Read more
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Not Another Word
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She got all dressed Lined her lips in red Glanced at her reflection Hoped she looked good enough She didn’t say another word She left the house early So many things to do Worked hard to make a living Good thing it was what she loved Came home late There was more to do She Read more
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Fire In Her Belly
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Standing In the room Faded jeans Cowboy boots Hair gone wild Lipstick shining Fancy woman came Looking down Right past me As if she knew Who I was What I do All I gotta say Bless your heart, lady You don’t know Diddly squat Damn thing I’m not “just” nothing Clock puncher Lotion rubber Pretty Read more
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The Tree and Me
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I had gone on this trip for one real reason-to get time to write and this tree was the first thing I saw as we parked and I knew with absolute certainly that it was speaking to me. I had been wrestling with my changing appearance. and sometimes felt like the woman I saw in Read more
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TAKEN
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She’s been taken By the hand Led onto the dance floor Towards the light and the end of the line Up the hill, out of the way Down the steps.across a path, over the ŵater Into bed and onto a stage She’s been taken For a fool by those that didn’t know any better For Read more
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Desire
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It seems to me That my desires change From day to day Moment by moment Sometimes I desire Peace and quiet Solitude….a chance to write Outside on the patio Surrounded by nature Other times I can’t wait To feel the music Beneath my feet And dance all night The pleasure of company Loved ones with Read more
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I Count
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I count The books on the shelf Pictures on the wall Candles and lamps Candy in the dish Every single blind All the outlets, too Every hole and crack Anything at all To pass the time Help me look the part Play the role Like I’m supposed to do I count the steps And the Read more
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Crying Shame
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For quite some time, I’ve thought about the conspiracy of love, the relationships we form with people that sometimes,often times,make sense only to us. I have,over the years,gotten to know and to care deeply for people that have scars on their bodies, which can be seen and felt,just like my own scars but, the real Read more
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