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  • beachclutch39 Jul 24, 2011 @ 6:40 am | delete
    Its good to read this lense.Thanks for sharing it.

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  • beachclutch39 Jul 17, 2011 @ 8:29 am | delete
    Its good to read this lense.Thanks for sharing it.

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  • Nov 17, 2010 @ 11:03 pm | delete
    I'll share a poem with you that I was the muse for. I'm not a poetic person but I love, love, love this poem even if it wasn't written with me in mind... from my darker days by an ex-girlfriends talented mother.

    The Occlusion


    Day begins with suns reflection

    Upon the orb of the moon

    And continues its own resurrection

    Carried upon the dawn until noon


    Then it begins its long descent

    Vanishing from our sight

    It depends upon the crescent

    To continue into night.


    And day becomes the yester

    Revealing nothing in its wake

    The grail eludes the ?questor

    'Till the morn of next day breaks


    Long searching for his verity

    Amidst the elusive truth

    The key to his own clarity

    Was lost within his youth


    Forever seeking answers there

    Upon the forgotten past

    No clue to the why or the where

    As the today is dying fast


    Seeking all of life's solutions

    Looking behind him thru his sorrow

    Lost in the pasts occlusion

    Unaware of life's tomorrows


    Today is simply life's respite

    From yesterday's trials and claim

    Becoming morrow's hypocrite

    While yesterday takes the blame


    The truth does not exist in the past

    In the ago or the by-gone way

    Truth lies not in the die that's cast

    Nor the portent of this day


    No my sweet and gentle friend

    The truth lies not in finite time

    Its witness has no impending end

    And is not hidden in the rhyme


    Truth and the answers to its mystery

    Lie in the fraction of the breath you take

    In everything your eyes won't see

    Inside every petition you make


    The past is just a yesterday

    Nothing exists there that is true

    Tomorrow will never pave your way

    There's only the now in the truth that is you.



    by M. Teresa Clayton

    Avandia Lawsuit Settlements & New Claims
  • tearam Nov 22, 2010 @ 4:25 pm | delete
    Thank you for sharing this poem...especially like the stanza:
    Today is simply life's respite

    From yesterday's trials and claim

    Becoming morrow's hypocrite

    While yesterday takes the blame

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tearam

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