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by Michael Plante I sat next to the Creator upon a blue stonewatching him dot the night sky with stars.Humming a song and contemplating before each star was created.I started to get the feeling that nothing was random with the Creator;that every action was well thought out.My presence upon the blue stone was his requestalthough…
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by Michael Plante I am a product of governmental ignorance.Designed and molded by an outdated church.So the stage is set.You are the audience; I am the antagonist.The curtain of obscurity rises, and the play begins.The price for this show was your vote,instilled by the same government that wrote the play. My appearance is distastefulmy performance…
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by Michael Plante Recovery is a journey.Ups and downsTrials and tribulations.Successes and failures.Darkness and light. It was my Ego that kept me out there so long.My refusal to admit I was wrong.The Creator deflates the Ego by offering death.It was something I didn’t want to test. Surrender is only defeat of an idea that I…
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by Michael Plante There’s a field where flowers come to rest:the sun shines as if only for them.Cascading winds sways the soulrhythmically as one they enactyet as a smile they are unique. I met a flower before her restshe shone a light just for me.She told me of a beautiful placeawaiting us all; her belief…
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by Michael Plante The howling wake returned an answerto a riddle I asked many years ago.The feather did falter and was lost in the nightnever to return to the river’s edge. The incumbent star of spirits passedholds secure the lasting lightforever reminding uswhere the river is. Trickery or tomfoolery trips the mindstumbling behind the shadows…
