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How's the new book coming along?
Nov 17 2008 10:18 PM
And well met, my pen-name is TK Saiyuki; my real name is Tiffany Sparks.
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Aug 8 2008 3:42 AM
To My Kindred Spirit
by Todd-Michael St. Pierre
We share secrets, we laugh and even cry,
We have so much in common,
Concerns, likes and dislikes.
Ours is a relationship joined by
Tender velvet chains that link our
similar dreams of life and love.
A gentle intuition guides us in our
individual struggles to succeed
at the things we pursue, to stand
out from the crowd.
In you I have found so much of myself,
Including many of the same
Insecurities and philosophies.
Complete inner-peace and happiness,
These are the things I wish for you,
in the present and in the future
because you are my kindred spirit.
Jul 28 2008 12:03 AM
Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough
Jul 12 2008 6:49 PM
Jul 5 2008 2:23 PM
to reading your work. I'm almost
to the finish line on my first. Merci for the inspiration. Flame.
Jul 4 2008 8:29 AM
Thanks, Star:)
GINORMOUS HUGS and EXPLOSIVE SMILES:)
Cindy
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Jun 26 2008 8:02 AM
GINORMOUS HUGS and HUMBLE Smiles:)
Cindy
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Thanks for the friend invite. It's always nice to hook up with other writers.
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