clean up your act
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Hearken, children! Gather ’round! Circle’s cast on sacred ground As I speak this ancient tale Of the days of long farewell – Lean in closer, bend your ears! All may listen, few may hear Stories and predictions made Learned from cradle, passed to grave – Now we face them each in turn All because we…
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The Facebook group, Truthian Circle, has been deleted and replaced entirely by Exploring Angels. I have updated the links on this site and my personal blog, Superlative Deviation. The group is now private, but all are free to send a request to join! We just want to protect everyone’s privacy. It’s a wonderful, light-hearted gathering…
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It’s been quite some time since I posted a personal update here. I turned my site into a kind of online resume where people could read some of my poetry and take a look at my other credits as my career really takes off. However, with the new year, I’m putting together some new…
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Please join us online and out in the world. Connect with loved ones and neighbors, strangers and friends. Share this information wherever you can. Even I have been upping my game! Several new pages will be added to this site right away and a new post will debut shortly after this. New personal posts…
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You treat Their Names with no respect And wonder why honor has left you You steal Their gifts given freely in love And wonder why famine destroys you You betray Their teachings, pervert Their signs And wonder why Tyranny rules you You mock Their images and grace And wonder why crime overwhelms you You burn…
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Sparks fly? Of course not. Phantom slides are so ridiculous The truth is never told (Them and their monopoly.) So gullible, yet so incredulous And their houses built on shifting sands The balance of the wheel goes ‘round! Inevitable The stars are not deceived by pretense. Darkness awaits the Light Light awaits the…
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There once was a beautiful light, Sent down from the greatest of heights. Those below saw it all, And they sniffed and guffawed! But the light was still burning and bright. This gift that was sent from above, In kindness and gentlest love – And they giggled and scorned, At the colors unborn –…
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Birth – meant for convenience and enslavement Life – valueless, pitiable Death – merely hours away Sunlight – a strange word in a foreign language Torture – a way of life Bone – what you hear scrape against the floor Blade – to puncture and prod Smiles – to mock and degrade Festival…
Ena Whiteraven 