July 18, 2017July 18, 2017 day 182 . tree of life tree of life created to create life now sentenced to carry demons cast from the vessel hanging in the breeze awaiting the maggots to rip him apart erase him to eternity giving back the life to this magnificent tree tree of life Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by madmagpie bipolar, clown, poet, wordbutcher, doom, gloom, love, espresso, paradise, lost, beyond View all posts by madmagpie
How fitting to read this after I replied to your comment, life, the wicked, uncontrollable beast we are given, but, were we asked if we want it? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
True. Not asked. Just thrown in it. Now they wonder what the fuck happened when they see nonconformists pushing the boundaries… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I’ve been thinking on my own ancestral wounds the past few days and this post resonates out so clearly to me. I love your mind and your writing. I feel connected. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
This has excellent flow, and vivid imagery. Superb work. 🙂
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Thank you. It means a lot. Truly.
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You’re so welcome. ❤
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How fitting to read this after I replied to your comment, life, the wicked, uncontrollable beast we are given, but, were we asked if we want it?
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True. Not asked. Just thrown in it. Now they wonder what the fuck happened when they see nonconformists pushing the boundaries…
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I’ve been thinking on my own ancestral wounds the past few days and this post resonates out so clearly to me. I love your mind and your writing. I feel connected.
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