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is there a doctor for the soul?

there is no cure
for this melodrama
there is blood on my fingers
where i touched your wounds,
you said we all have them
and some are well-hidden
some follow us with hound-dog eyes
inconsolable and lonely for his master,

the spirit of the wind
shakes the dream catcher
halfway to paradise

the parchment of this poem,
an unspoken sin
that catches fire,
our ashes rising,
sing.

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Ah - being Indian (partiality) I can say that the wind must blow through the dream catcher, it is what grabs the evil buy it's ankle and allows you to escape. To dream in piece, not fragments. As far as the first stanza, you are correct, the blood from the souls of those we love will stain forever if only as a reminder that no matter what they portray, they are still human not Gods.Then you go on to say we all have them and they follow us, true to a point. This is where free will comes into play, the one thing I have always believed God left us with to correct the wrongs. Yes or no, right or wrong, the bleeding remains but how fast the flow depends on how steadfast the belief. I personally believe in God because evolution has nothing to save my life ten fold with nor has evolution brought answers and solutions. if I just waited and helped myself as far as I could, then HE takes over from there. Beautiful poem Ana, you touched a deeper meaning than you realize here at least for me.

Rottie
Pegasus was a genius,
living within a suit of difference.
He liked what he was,
nodded in respect and
simply flew . . . away.

By: K. Mulroney

" I am who I am, say what I say, do what I do. With no apology."

for you...one of my favourites... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bbcKO92OGNI&feature=related

"the ocean refuses no river"....

Let me carry y/our thoughts a bit further.... The universe is *finished* in that there is no beginning and no ending....only our own *separate* life.... We can't imagine nothing. So we create a creator. And yes,
we are left with free will AND destiny. It is up to each and everyone of us to co-create this life with which we are blessed. Only we can change the world, one soul, one love, one Beloved, one Lover at a time. Like the Beatles song said: *All We Need is Love* and a feeling of loving-kindness, compassion,
for this world we co-create, often with ignorance and arrogance. The evolution of man is God in Evolution, the way I see it. No disparity for me.

~A

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You hit a note there, I have been doing a lot of research into the "Illuminati" and it;s hold in all aspect of money, the law, governmental and especially the music industry. If we don't unit in this love and together-ism against this NWO, we are doomed to a permanent lemmings status. Even free will can't fight this alone, it must be a joined effort. Wow v- we a getting deep so early, lol!

Kim
(V(

Rottie
Pegasus was a genius,
living within a suit of difference.
He liked what he was,
nodded in respect and
simply flew . . . away.

By: K. Mulroney

" I am who I am, say what I say, do what I do. With no apology."

Haha. Not deep, Kim. Just normal and ordinary, like breathing in the womb of creation. ;-)

~A

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To me - having no sleep, it is deep. A lack of sleep tends to turn ones prospective on it's side then face.

Kim
(V)

Rottie
Pegasus was a genius,
living within a suit of difference.
He liked what he was,
nodded in respect and
simply flew . . . away.

By: K. Mulroney

" I am who I am, say what I say, do what I do. With no apology."

Indeed, I remember days when I slept small cat naps throughout the day when the spiritual energy was the highest. It's taken me nearly 7 years to return to *normal* (almost). However, I am always sleepless in Cleveland when the moon is full.

~A

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piece of writing! Really enjoyed the read!

fave bit:-

the spirit of the wind
shakes the dream catcher
halfway to paradise

Namaste,

Lenny

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"Death" is nonsense: what is there to die?
"Life"? How could " life" "die"? That is a contradiction
in terms. Can "light" become "darkness"?
"Light" can only cease to be apparent

Wei Wu Wei

There is blood on my fingers
where I touched your wounds
you said we all have them
and some are well-hidden
Great lines here!!

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