Soul flight
Poem by Wendy Norman In the eye of death let me be strong Hold your hand and sing you a love song Your life has been a miracle its […]
ARE YOU ACTIVELY ALIVE OR JUST GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS?
“The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death” -Osho “Lets make this journey a life worth living” -Wendy […]
Soul Dancing
” You don’t have a Soul, you are a Soul, you have a body” By C.S Lewis. “If only we could tap into all the Journeys our Soul has lived. Let […]
STAINED REFLECTIONS
By Wendy Norman She sat by the window in her castle tower Hearing the roar of the deep sea shore Watching the waves roll in each hour Dreaming faraway places […]
It’s true! No one can hack your typewriter! Hanx
I have to agree, we might have to go back to the basics! Read the article here http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/jul/15/germany-typewriters-espionage-nsa-spying-surveillance?CMP=fb_gu
Quote of the Day
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway
Just one dance Daddy
By Wendy Norman When I was born did you feel possession as crucial as each breath you take I was just a babe, a mere mortal, sins unknown yet to […]
CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS
Poem by Wendy Norman Scattered leaves crowd the path Awakening theories upon your wrath Manic rhythms curse your blood Ecstatic highs surge like flood Reasonable or Normal is in Quandary Obsessive […]
THEN IT RAINED
By Wendy Norman The sky was infinite No limitations in sight Brooding with grotesque labyrinths Dark as an evil mans soul A sorrowful cumulus blanket Seeping with regrets Mother earth […]
PEBBLES IN SAND
by Wendy Norman Quite often I have I thought of you and the many things that you do. I sleep at night sometimes you on my mind, one night with […]
Dog cries
By Wendy Norman A dog is so clever he needs to run free Feel wind on his back until eternity Chasing birds and lizards, sniffing out rabbits He cherishes […]
Tortured Turret
Poem by Wendy Norman Many a night I have sat and cried Sharp stones have hurt and cut my stride Potholes of disappointments have crippled me Slowly they filled with […]
“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.” —T.S. Eliot
So delve deep my friends…
Quote of the Day
“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I […]
THE RED DRESS
By Wendy Norman You linger there feeling the dust settle in Weighed down with guilty sin We used to dance Now I walk in a trance Abandoned in a heap With Joy […]
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