Ambassador Topic -

The Soul

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THE END NEVER ENDS

THE END NEVER ENDS

So many choices and not a lot of time...

When Joy and Sorrow are one in the same...

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Ouija

Ouija

Is it just a hoax? Is my house haunted by ghosts? It’s just a conduit to what I want to see most, every day...

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CAPTURE

THE THOUGHT
OF THE MOMENT
THE IDEA OR THE PERSON
IDEA OR PLAN
CAPTURE THE OR...

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Dystopian Distraction...

Dystopian Distraction...

Entering a world of the forgotten abyss,
Knowledge of history, re-written to this,
This?...

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ITS GETTING LATE

THE SUN IS ABOUT TO SET THE SKY IS
ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER HOUR ALSO GETTING DARKER BY THE MINUTE ITS...

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Lost

Lost

We are born lost
in hunger and in cry,
among the sounds,
textures, and overwhelming...

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SOLILOQUY

HI SELF HOW ARE YOU TODAY
JUST DUCKY
WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?
THIS, THAT, AND EVERYTHING EL...

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THE THOUGHT OF YOU

MAKES MY HEART SKIP A BEAT
MY SOUL LONGS FOR YOUR EMBRACE
MY MIND UNITES WITH YOURS
MY...

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Binoculars

Binoculars

Goodbyes are only for those
who cannot see past their nose
because goodbyes don't exist...

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A Sprinkling of...

A Sprinkling of Philosophical Petals

Soulmates don't find eachother
they have forever been entwined

Where there are ancient...

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Round Trip

Round Trip

If it is true

that we weren't alive

until we were born

isn't it also true, when we...

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Carbon Copy

Carbon Copy

There’s an 'e' instead of a 'c', and the 'k' is out of place.
We all make mistakes.
But it’s...

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Time is our Frenemy

Time is our Frenemy

We can learn anything we want

but there will never ever be enough time

to learn it all.

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SALVATION

IS A WONDERFUL THING IN AND OF ITSELF
I ACCEPTED GHRIST EARLY ON
I WAS 14 YEARS OLD I...

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Ice on the Petals

Ice on the Petals

lamenting she had too many thorns,
and as they hurt, her tears became a river
of colours from...

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Sedges haver edges

Sedges haver edges

A dream of moon on this our Lady’s night,
lends the river a quiet flow.
Reflections on its...