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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. Never again shall I ask of morefor hunger drives the poet into madness.Divulge your saddening…
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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 I take you into my storyof how my perception of love was destroyedand how my…
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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 be boundlessand our action infinite. If we fall into ignorancewe will be remindedhow God’s compassion…
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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 that shipand when it was built they christened it Irony of the Sea. Come forth…
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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 the west coast is a paradisewhere free spirits meet and singfreely dancing upon the waves…
