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by Michael Plante It is not our wayto submit.We do our thingin our own wayin our own timeall for a greater cause. Do we collect the starsor do they entertain our minds?Or maybe we just see them as an extension?What we deem the best of we strive towards.Our stars are the best.In our dreams we…
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The tide of hypocrisy rolls in and I become the shore.The lighthouse under the stars beckons a warning, “danger awaits”yet the tide continues;so firmly I must stand. The lighthouse keeper sounds the horn to those passing in the fog“beware…beware…be safe out therefor danger surrounds us all”. When the tide becomes the surge of a stormthe…
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I am Nanook.I was forged in the cold and the darkness of a barren land.In the arctic we live the hard way.We kill to survive.We survive to make lovein the barren land of the north. I know no pityand understand my existence.I am killer.I know nothing else.I bundle myself in the best of hidesand walk…
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by Michael Plante Can you see yourself floating on the seasin a little craft;waves lappingthe sun is shininga slight breeze brushes your cheeka cloud rolls by to say “Hello”and you laugh because it looks like a smile? At that moment you can become anything you likego anywhere you wantspeak to anyone you please.Nothing dares to…
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What is love but the absence of hate?a smile,a touch of human compassionspiritual existence with othersan open door for all to pass through? I prefer to smileto laugh and create moments that last forever.When I die, I want nothing more than people saying “he created a better world for me”, and I don’t see anything…
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