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Lovers Should Never Tell Lies
by Michael Plante When everyone has left mebefore the coming of nightI hear you come creeping through the door.Blinded by your loveand the secrets you keeptogether we danced in the dark.When all that surrounds us is coming apartwe dreamt until… Continue reading
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Where Poets Dream
by Michael Plante I am a soul warriorwith a queen of heartsnesting on the cusp of eternity and lifesigning his name where the stars playand lovers dance gracefully intact. My soul is sacred and my heart is purefor that is… Continue reading
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I Know Love
by Michael Plante I have seen the tide of regret slowly recede at the light of dawnwhat remained was a washed-up human being.This is a place between dejection and optimismone part of me wants to let go of lifesuccumb to… Continue reading
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My Riel, My Riel
by Michael Plante “My people will sleep for one hundred years,but when they awake,it will be the artists who give them their spirit back.”Louis Riel The turtle scratched his way back homealong the littered terrainhis belly crimson red, his face… Continue reading
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The Cyclops
by Michael Plante I plucked the eye of the cyclopsand swallowed it down with a cup of teastabbed the heart of darkness in the silence of the nightand brought home the demonsthat have far too long played with the mind.… Continue reading
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The Church of Suffering and Conclusion
by Michael Plante My suffering redefined my perception;once the pain had stoppedthe heart that longed for love and acceptancewas caressed by the hands of compassion.My tormented mind and body sense easement;tears of relief overcame my strife.The healing had begun. So… Continue reading
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Our Mission
by Michael Plante Our soul is love.It represents our life’s missioncompassion is a trait we’ve inherited from Godand when applied we rise to stand next to our God.We represent our God through our actionsregardless of color or tribeour love shall… Continue reading
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The Ship of Irony
by Michael Plante The grand illusion was constructed by arroganceof a man wanting to become a captain;to place himself at the helm of a shipthat promised to reach the heavens.Sold to those wanting morethey each brought a plank and constructed… Continue reading
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Butterfly Flew West
by Michael Plante She was chasing the sunshine of her youthher fashionable colors and markings designed to hold unsuspecting eyescould draw the stoutest of men to danceand dance they did. “My curse is that I’m color-blind,” she said. Somewhere on… Continue reading
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How The Bee Came To Be
by Michael Plante Reaching out into the vastnessthe Creator caught a shooting star“my aren’t you a feisty one,” he claimed;“full of energy and spunk.” The star vibrated in the Creator’s palma tingling sensation incurred. “I have an idea for you,”… Continue reading
