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Two shadows cast from a single flame,
Waltzing sparks in a silver room.
Apart, yet pulse for pulse the same,
A single thread on a cosmic loom.

Two shadows cast from a single flame, Waltzing sparks in a silver room. Apart, yet pulse for pulse the same, A single thread on a cosmic loom.

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The voice of Skid Rock starts to climb,
To mumble through the haze,
A symphony of wasted time
And three-chord, feedback days.

​Turd Nugent enters, ego-prime
With a howl like a rusted gate,
Filling his diapers after naptime
To a crowd that’s arrived too late.

​The stacks are cracked, the spirit’s thin,
It's a red hat wrecking ball,
The greatest show that’s ever been,
Played in a bathroom stall.
The voice of Skid Rock starts to climb,
To mumble through the haze,
A symphony of wasted time
And three-chord, feedback days.

​Turd Nugent enters, ego-prime
With a howl like a rusted gate,
Filling his diapers after naptime
To a crowd that’s arrived too late.

​The stacks are cracked, the spirit’s thin,
It's a red hat wrecking ball,
The greatest show that’s ever been,
Played in a bathroom stall.

The voice of Skid Rock starts to climb, To mumble through the haze, A symphony of wasted time And three-chord, feedback days. ​Turd Nugent enters, ego-prime With a howl like a rusted gate, Filling his diapers after naptime To a crowd that’s arrived too late. ​The stacks are cracked, the spirit’s thin, It's a red hat wrecking ball, The greatest show that’s ever been, Played in a bathroom stall. The voice of Skid Rock starts to climb, To mumble through the haze, A symphony of wasted time And three-chord, feedback days. ​Turd Nugent enters, ego-prime With a howl like a rusted gate, Filling his diapers after naptime To a crowd that’s arrived too late. ​The stacks are cracked, the spirit’s thin, It's a red hat wrecking ball, The greatest show that’s ever been, Played in a bathroom stall.

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A furrowed brow of silvered grey,
Deep are the lines where secrets stay.
Within the shell a woody mind,
Where quiet thoughts and bark entwine.

A furrowed brow of silvered grey, Deep are the lines where secrets stay. Within the shell a woody mind, Where quiet thoughts and bark entwine.

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Mist curls through the air
Ancient leaves begin to stir
Earth meets the morning

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2000 years ago, his enemies wrote his story. Isn't it time we heard it from him?

SON OF ROME: mybook.to/0HMl
SECOND IN COMMAND: mybook.to/FQ9CeKf
SOLDIER OF FATE: mybook.to/5bIc

brookallenauthor.com

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The incredible story of Julia Hancock. A girl who loved two men--one as her husband, the other like a brother--and those men were Lewis & Clark.
amzn.to/48KZn3N
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The embers sink to velvet grey,
Where once a vernal fever flared.
The shadows stretch and find their way,
To reach an amber sky, unshared.

​No longer does the spirit strain,
To chase the echo of the gale;
It finds its peace in softest rain,
And rests beneath the quiet veil.

The wind and clamor, breath, and beat,
Now settles into silvered rest;
The dusk is wide and bittersweet,
And quiet is the hollowed nest.

The embers sink to velvet grey, Where once a vernal fever flared. The shadows stretch and find their way, To reach an amber sky, unshared. ​No longer does the spirit strain, To chase the echo of the gale; It finds its peace in softest rain, And rests beneath the quiet veil. The wind and clamor, breath, and beat, Now settles into silvered rest; The dusk is wide and bittersweet, And quiet is the hollowed nest.

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The horizon has forgotten my name.
I have measured the distance in seasons,
in the same way that bark 
thickens on the trees.
Beneath my boots, the soil shifts.
I don't need to see the ground to know it;
I only need to keep pace
until the darkness and I
are walking the same rhythm.

The horizon has forgotten my name. I have measured the distance in seasons, in the same way that bark thickens on the trees. Beneath my boots, the soil shifts. I don't need to see the ground to know it; I only need to keep pace until the darkness and I are walking the same rhythm.

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Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man? I don’t.
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EJ_Shaun - Twitch Reading - Writing & Editing - Scene 7

Reading/Editing through Scene 7 for the second time.

First time took nearly two weeks.

www.twitch.tv/ej_shaun

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The incredible story of Julia Hancock. A girl who loved two men--one as her husband, the other like a brother--and those men were Lewis & Clark.
amzn.to/48KZn3N
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2000 years ago, his enemies wrote his story. Isn't it time we heard it from him?

SON OF ROME: mybook.to/0HMl
SECOND IN COMMAND: mybook.to/FQ9CeKf
SOLDIER OF FATE: mybook.to/5bIc

brookallenauthor.com

#BlueSkyWriters #Classics #BooksWorthReading #ReadersFavorite #Ebook #Kindle #KindleUnlimited

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emerald towers
sifting the sky
into a copper hush
​shaking gold velvet
from heavy hearts
against the dark.

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For my writers out there - something that has been working well for me. (I am a bear of very little brain and lose track if it isn't right in front of me!). #writing #booksky #blueskywriters

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The pulsar stutters in the throat of night,
beaming through the ethereal glow;
a signal sent, hungry
for a current to match its own.
Along a narrow, silver bridge
the spirit sheds its shroud of silence.
I reach, like a hand, into your light.

The pulsar stutters in the throat of night, beaming through the ethereal glow; a signal sent, hungry for a current to match its own. Along a narrow, silver bridge the spirit sheds its shroud of silence. I reach, like a hand, into your light.

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a searchlight shining
bewildered arid wasteland
diffused silhouettes

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The weight of the summit,
The vein in the floor,
We carve out the silence
And lock every door.

Yet deep in the cavern,
The echo runs free;
The sculptor is captive,
The statue is me.

The weight of the summit, The vein in the floor, We carve out the silence And lock every door. Yet deep in the cavern, The echo runs free; The sculptor is captive, The statue is me.

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The needle snaps,
spilling North into every corner.
Space is a mirror
shattered of its frame.
To be lost
is the only map
home.

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Only the void
is vast enough
to hold the infinite.
To step forward
is to dissolve the shore.
Not the bird, but the flight.
Not the path, but the light.

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The spoon scrapes bottom, the pint is dry,
But still the cloud refuses to die.
A hollow fix in a cardboard shell,
Now I’m sad, and sick as well.

The spoon scrapes bottom, the pint is dry, But still the cloud refuses to die. A hollow fix in a cardboard shell, Now I’m sad, and sick as well.

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The mind is a mirror
lost in a red hall,
wandering its own walls.

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one current gathers us
the life that struggled through the mud
and the life that danced over stones
​the sea opens its mouth
and swallows all our names 
joining the vast, salt-deep
of the mothering sea

one current gathers us the life that struggled through the mud and the life that danced over stones ​the sea opens its mouth and swallows all our names joining the vast, salt-deep of the mothering sea

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2000 years ago, his enemies wrote his story. Isn't it time we heard it from him?

SON OF ROME: mybook.to/0HMl
SECOND IN COMMAND: mybook.to/FQ9CeKf
SOLDIER OF FATE: mybook.to/5bIc

brookallenauthor.com

#BlueSkyWriters #AncientRome #AncientWorld #AncientHistoryt #Classics #Kindle #KindleUnlimited

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