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by Michael Plante I was born with the spirit of a horsethe strength I have can move a mountainand drag a thousand years across a desert with ease;endure a harsh storm brought on by the darknessand run faster than a westerly wind.I have no fearI feel no painmy heart pounds like thunder. The spirit of…
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by Michael Plante I dragged that racist bastard up the mountain side;expelled a lot of energycalluses on my feetcalluses on my handsachy shouldersand a hunger in my belly. It fought all the way;skin ripped off its heelsknees scrapedhands bruisedachy shouldersand a hunger in its belly. By my death or the light of the Creatorits darkness…
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by Michael Plante I The Creator sat upon a blue stone dotting the darkness with stars and planets.Marvelling at his own creation a thought occurred: Light can exist in the darknessyet darkness cannot exist in light.This conflict shall transform whomever it touches;all of my children shall come to understand resilience;and the depth of their essence…
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by Michael Plante People searching for lovepeople searching for a partnerpeople looking in the darknessfor something that isn’t there. Cry out in the loneliness of despaircry out to the silence of the nightcall forth the Godsplead your case. Tired the bones becomebattered and bruisedabuse is settlement of a contentious mindin the absence of love. Better…
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by Michael Plante It serves me nothing to hate youfor what you’ve done in the past.I may not like your actions or your wordsyet it is not my position to carry your conscience. My stride is this;accept who you areand smile when you’ve been humbled.Laugh at self (often)give your power to those who are weak…
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