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The Faithful Fallible | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. The ghosts of my notions that have been reduced to fit 140 characters and few lines of Path posts, discarded or otherwise, await me at the end of each day. I’ll sing eulogies for the duly noted and untouched thoughts in my virtual notes,bi’ll sing for the forgotten pieces of genius as I awake, drive or simply as I labour into life. May 29, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Next Post ».
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12:15 | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. I’ve met a girl with eyes of the Phoenix,child-like spirit and sublime beauty. Surrounded by her friends. I walked into her life,uninvited. and instead of kicking out the unwanted stranger she invited me in. I was shocked. one to the thought of how rare a person of such kind. And two to how she singlehandedly triggered strange strong feelings deep inside I never knew existed. And so the young foolish heart of mine thought. Want her, Have her.
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The Otherness of You | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. The Otherness of You. I carry my mono dialogues on your behalf. And I’m bedeviled at your failure to adapt. My faith demands constant reflection. So nothing can grow in the insecurity prism. But even when our moods do not coincide. We still manage to find an eye for the eye. I remember how sleep compels my agreements. Topics must be reduced to their elements. And there are no elements worth abandoning you (Except for sleep itself). Perhaps we ...
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February | 2016 | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. Month: February, 2016. February 27, 2016. Backache indicate it’s time to stand up. I can stretch for thirty years on end. Economists in my headphones announce. 8220;it’s not unemployment” they insist. 8220;It’s productivity rate, dragging growth down. But all I can think of as I yawn. How much I’d love to be in my bed. It’s rather silly seeing men at work in their fifties. Strolling about with Shemakhs indoors. In part, I can do this for years.
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March | 2015 | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. Month: March, 2015. March 23, 2015. My joyful moments reduced entirely to current presents,. Fitting the norm of self-help big hit happy-bitters. The back of my mind, an inbox of countless unread emails. Notification center, the nerve of my attention spans. In the name of Distraction, let the anxieties accumulate. So called type A internet depression. And now that we live in an awkward age, in a monarchy of access. March 23, 2015. It must be s...
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Courage | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. You ask “what is courage? As if to encourage a well-thought of answer. You inquire, you write an essay. And then disregard my banter. Discouraged by the lack of words. I confess, “I have no clue, lately all I seem to do is deconstruct and shatter”. My thoughts are of a particular style. Always delving in and around the subject matter. But never a carriage with the banner. 8220;What is courage? 8221; Your insist. Go ahead, ask the Chancellor.
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July | 2015 | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. Month: July, 2015. July 9, 2015. I ration poetry the way a chemist would. And I divide portions like a chef. Lumbering and stroking my woods. Driving symmetry out of my imagery. Some sort of parable, probably only to atoms. I say “Oh my words, cast me spells”. Shush my emotions, the mind must dwell on its calculated devotions. Os and Es, musical soundbites. Or as Arabs like to sing. 8220;Ya leili ya eini. ya leil”. Poetry, the natural balance ...
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Poetry Rational | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. I ration poetry the way a chemist would. And I divide portions like a chef. Lumbering and stroking my woods. Driving symmetry out of my imagery. Some sort of parable, probably only to atoms. I say “Oh my words, cast me spells”. Shush my emotions, the mind must dwell on its calculated devotions. Os and Es, musical soundbites. Or as Arabs like to sing. 8220;Ya leili ya eini. ya leil”. Right before they fade, to no avail. July 9, 2015. Leave a Re...
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Instructed | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. Nothing is meant for you. No one around you will understand. We substitute with drawbacks. They are expecting to go higher. You don’t even know if the door exists. Bandwidth is the key! You have enough memory. Something to be proud of. December 1, 2013. One Comment to “Instructed”. December 1, 2013 at 10:46 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Your Suffering is Mine | Despairing Hope's Blog
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Despairing Hope's Blog. I think I know what I want from life. Your Suffering is Mine. Fellow man, what of these stones you hold. They feed you not, as they are mine. Here, a spot in my yard, lay down your arms. And wait for your family to arrive. I know the sea is tender, but the traffickers are merciless as thunder. Hey you, immigrant, fleeing war, prosecution and injustice. Shedding tears on my stones. Cry not, your daughter will be fine. The water might be kind. Fellow man, rejoice and repeat after me.
