Left then right.
Up then down.
Twisting, turning, churning.
Confused at the simplest glance.
Coldness in the warmth of loves fleeting dance.
Backward then forward.
Sideways then straight.
Falling, slamming, damning.
Obstinate disregard for emotions other than it's own.
Blackness overtaking the glorious glimpse of true light.
Desperate then unforgiving.
Truthful then deceitful.
Resentful, curing, impossible.
Enduring even when the inevitable is within sight of the forgotten shore of reality.
Endeavoring for the impossible truth of divine love that is forever out of grasp.
Welcome to my blog, I post just the things that matter in my life. I am currently working on two projects which will be posted to everyday. The first is my auto biography, which most people who know me say is quite intense and unique. I am also going to be posting excerpts from my first novels rough draft up until I finish and publish the entire work.
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The voice of my passed grandfather, Nelson Jennings, a great man. Just wanted the world to share in listening to the voice of my real life ...
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Old Man By Ian W.G. Sparkman Once an old man lived in a small shack, he owned very little. He had a cow, and a half lame horse that he co...
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THIS IS AN IN PROGRESS PIECE. READ IF YOU LIKE, THOUGH PLEASE DO NOT PASS JUDGEMENT UNTIL I AM ABLE TO FINALIZE THIS WORK. I want to talk ...
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