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MORE THAN CHOCOLATE

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If you think this is about
CHOCOLATE

t     h     i     n     k 
CONSIDER
a g a i n.               .           .

Come with me and you’ll beIn a world of pure imaginationTake a look and you’ll seeInto your imagination
We’ll begin with a spinTraveling in the world of my creationWhat we’ll see will defyExplanation
If you want to view paradiseSimply look around and view itAnything you want to, do itWant to change the world?There’s nothing to it
There is no life I knowTo compare with pure imaginationLiving there, you’ll be freeIf you truly wish to be
If you want to view paradiseSimply look around and view itAnything you want to, do itWant to change the world?There’s nothing to it
There is no life I knowTo compare with pure imaginationLiving there, you’ll be freeIf you truly wish to be

and

“Don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he wanted.          .          .
He lived happily ever after.”

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm:
I M A G I N E
t  h  a  t

 

Meeting Yourself In Others

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Can it be this simple. . .
WE HAVE
a lot in common. . .
But we don’t always notice it
. . .Wonder
if we did;
it might not only mean that we see things differently
but even live better in other ways. . .
m a y b e
R I S K
finding out
D A R E
knowing. . .

Your face in the mirror
is always a reflection of someone else. . .
until you see that
you’ll never really ever see yourself

OLD JESUS

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I saw an old Jesus
Walking through
A crowded waiting room
In a place 
no one wanted to be
He Shuffle passed me
In faded, wrinkled pajama bottoms
And a lifeless gray T-shirt
Sipping on a stained Styrofoam 
cup of coffee
He floated to a pause
In awe of the brightly colored fish 
Swimming around a shiny but finger smudged aquarium
And they seemed to multiply 
Wildly in a flurry of surreal color
that eyes could barely focus
and imaginations dare to envision
A Hand Out
became a Life Raft

My ice water took on a different taste of Merlot
that left a warm glow which seemed to illuminate within me
An ember that glowed
warmed
without incinerating
With a mere ever so light touch of his fingertips
Or a soft gaze  of his eyes
One by one we were 
metamorphosized 
And then in a much
quicker than the blink of an eye
and way less subtle than the distinct note
from a shiny trumpet
There was a suddenness 
Of difference
I not only  forgot why I was there
I was in fact
No longer there 

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