writing
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Hell hath no fury Like sanity scorned While madness is born; Mind’s rotting… Death has no way,Clouded up in a haze,Tripping itself in a daze; Blood’s clotting… Peace destroyed by fire,Burned beyond recognition,Pages filled with admission; Pen’s jotting… Words jumbled and missed,Forgotten, fade and bleed,Hated, envy and greed; Paper’s blotting. Read and recorded by…
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The truth had long been concealed, Whispered a voice beyond the veil; In a grave manner she revealed, What had caused her heart to fail. She whispered of her sorrow, She’d been forced to confess a lie; Time no longer could she borrow, She had been condemned to die. Barefoot to the gallows she went,…
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There are pieces that I have written that seem to write themselves. There are pieces that even several years later, I remember where I was and how I felt when I wrote them. There are pieces that the narration and music for the audio recording hit the emotional mark of the piece perfectly. Endlessness is…
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Sometimes trudging through my word doc files is a depressing state. Abandoned stories untold, the character’s corpses cluttering up the hard drive. I have been known to resurrect them, even years later. This usually happens after a visit to their perpetual state of limbo (their file) and I remember why I created them in the…
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I’ve been looking through my old word doc files and finding things I wrote, saved, and basically forgot about. The piece below: The Heart Remembers: Love and Past Lives is one from what I am now calling: The Forgotten Files. It was written several years ago. ***~~~*** The Heart Remembers: Love and Past Lives…
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“Do you want Mum’s old books?” my father said, his eyebrows raised in question. His gray-blue eyes met mine. “They meant an awful lot to her.” “Sure Dad,” I replied, “I’ll take them.” I knew the books meant a lot to my mother, although, I wasn’t exactly sure why, other than the fact she loved…
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Living a magical life is a choice, much like the choice to be happy. Life will not always accommodate that choice as things can and will happen that are not ideal nor desirable, but the choice remains. A magical life is lived with intention and understanding that one creates one’s reality. Creating one’s reality is…
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Most who are on a spiritual path are familiar with the term shadow work. It is the act of shining the light of our consciousness on parts of ourself we have rejected and pushed into what is called the shadow. It is referred to as the shadow because it is unconscious; the parts of ourself…
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Hushing the voices, a dark quill shattered. When I listed my books from last to first and realized their titles formed a complete sentence, I was stunned. It was not something I consciously planned, and yet there it was: a cathartic trio of books wrapped up in a sentence. It seemed more like a message…
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Awakening was both liberating and horrifying, in my experience. On my journey, I gathered a lot knowledge and my awareness expanded. Some of what I learned was difficult and left me with unpleasant emotions. Some explained why the world is the way it is. Some was unspeakable and haunted me, and some was so unbelievable,…
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Going into the most opaque and obscured parts of the darkness is not for the faint of heart, yet it is something we all must do if we wish to become enlightened. We must be willing to let go of all we think we know as truth and consider every possibility. It is the journey…
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Whisper white and empty,A blank page,A still pen; Aching pain and plenty,A string of words,A lion’s den. Write well and perhaps,A good read,A time when; Fall back and relapse,An empty basket,A barren hen. From my book: A Dark Quill
SB LACROIX 