In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder
ABERJHANISeptember 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
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A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
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And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.
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And what you know from the depths of your own heart to the peaks of your soul to be true. What happens after that is up to you.
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Human beings, in a sense, may be thought of as multidimensional creatures composed of such poetic considerations as the individual need for self-realization, subdued passions for overwhelming beauty,
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The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.
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Yet continuously occupies the same bed or pathway, and accommodates life’s endings with the same musical grace with which it accommodates
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How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.
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Someone had to embrace positive beginnings before anyone could celebrate successful conclusions or continuations.
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An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread
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Classic romantic love is an emotional attraction between two individuals in which they may share a heightened awareness of mutual adoration.
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The definitive freedom-sustaining and life-enhancing principles of democracy in living action.
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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry.
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War poisons the land Like diseased minds downloaded/ into bowls of tears.
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Operating to implement a balance and give us an opportunity to turn the horrors we’ve forced upon each other into something more conducive to sustaining at least minimal degrees of sanity and love.
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