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177

12/30/2019

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...If you look up to the moon,
you can tell them:
I am there.
 
To the East,
as the birds at first light sing,
I am there.
 
Look up


...Toffears
 
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176

12/28/2019

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...how can you look at the bloodshot sunrise
after a night of silence?
 
So far away from mercy…
So far away, forgive me...


...Toffears
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175

12/26/2019

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...as the Dawn
became my mistress,
I was ready to depart.

I was longing for the journey,
some would say
I broke apart.

In the valleys,
in the villages,
in the distance of the Past,
I was roaming without thinking,
into Himalayan Art.

                                      ...Toffears
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174

12/24/2019

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If there was hate,
it was his call.

Sizing me up
for his ego and games,
and then claiming the fall.

                             ...Toffears
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173

12/21/2019

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...anarchic whispers of the Soul,
where Yearning, Ambition and Agony
quarrel for interpretation and domination.

Our thoughts are truly ours when awake.

Dreams,
upon Dawn,
may not always be so sweet.

                                                         ...Toffears
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172

12/19/2019

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...when Information is controlled,
the Truth will be found on the Walls.

                                             ...Toffears
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171

12/13/2019

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...new relics to a defined kingdom,
worthless unless proven.

Memories,
given,
created,
controlled.

be gone
be gone
to the dark or the light
be gone

The geometry of innocence
narrowed to a single pyramid of names,
all related,
all the same.

be gone
be gone
the Solar System has a frontier
find it

                                                      ...Toffears
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170

12/11/2019

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...how empty can knowledge be
to a conscience
which is worthless.

The slavery of Blind Obedience.

                                     ...Toffears
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169

12/9/2019

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...to fly this kite,
my beloved,
is to give my thoughts for you
a reach for the Sun.

                                    ...Toffears
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168

12/8/2019

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...there was a Sound that once was Breath.

It was heard
here on Earth,
until its last,
until its Death.

It was a ripple or a pulse,
through the waves
accosting the land
in its creative escape.

Forbidden word,
Forgiven world,
yet is was sound,
yet is was heard.

There was a Sound that once was Breath.
​
And it was gone.

                                                    ...Toffears
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