The mind, a dormant stone

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I want to do something better for you. I want to let you in so you can feel how I breathe, see how the blood spins around my organs. Inside. Outside. In me, I want you to see yourself. Your name in golden aura surrounded by my admiration for your dedication to family, your loyalty to love, to blood. Brother, hold me in this place where our hands are fused to cross the line: dead and living, body and soul, bleeding and soothing. My tears for you, unmasked and eternal. You’re my shelter. My realism and humility. You pull out the poison I feed myself, save me from another night of fatalism and resurrect me to promises of tomorrow. I live for you. Breathe in me; let it settle until the last breath falls from my tongue and our eyes lock and hands fuse as we chatter on into the unknown, together. for Anthony St. Jude Greene April 16, 1978 - July 24, 2011 written on April 16, 2013 -- Anthony's 35th Birthday 

Dear Anthony St. Jude Greene: I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry that your life ended so soon...I think we would of had a great lifetime to share. Erykah Badu's song chants in my head -- a flood of " I guess I'll see you next lifetime "s. Today is your birthday, and I am reverent. I don't want the world to forget how important you are to it. As you lay here...I imagine all the life underground that pays you homage. Now, I am wondering, were you even buried whole? Your leg missing... were you ever able to claim it? I'm so sorry, Anthony. I know you felt such great pain. I wish things would have changed to allow you to be alive today. I miss you. I love you. Always, Jessica

I'm so tired of sitting on my ass. I really feel myself extracting and replicating.

That's right! Angelenos came from far to Santa Rosa, California, a city rich in railroad history, paying homage to the beloved Charles Schultz , and birthplace of 100TPC! Since 2010, 100TPC has come together bringing the world's love for poetry, art, music, dance, and many more soon [and growing!] -- with the desire to see our world change! World is relative -- because we are all representing our own world's of thought, experiences, nuances, and gravitys, as we fuse our geographic boundaries. It all started with the Poets!  When the Poets see... they share. They want the eyes of the world to recognize...and at last, here we are. 100 Thousand plus...                                                                          ............for Change. When Mohammad Ibn Al Ajami is done unjust, in rep...

But I will make time To run my fingers across your face and make you dream. That's right. Soft, deliberate intentions. ~ Jessica M. Wilson Nothing is ever as you would've imagined.