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Musing | Augustine's Asylum
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When you stop learning, you stop living. June 29, 2015. Oft, gazing into the moonlight. The conscience is consumed with thoughts of you. I become a spectating silhouette. While your ever distant presence radiates in the mind’s eye. For you, for your smile,. I personify all that is cliché. I liken your words to the sweet sound of a mythical flute. Your heartbeat outlasts every drum buried at Wounded Knee. You are a flawlessly princess-cut rarity. Whose carats remain uncalculated. Posted in love poems.
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Ponderings | Augustine's Asylum
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When you stop learning, you stop living. July 21, 2015. So I’ve come to grips with the fact that I feel. Not only that, but I feel strongly. This comes as a surprise because for as long as I can remember I’ve been a master in the art of elusiveness. And yet now, I feel. A gift and curse really. These thoughts plague your mind when you feel and I feel as though feeling may not be the best option for my sanity. But then again, was I sane without feelings? One thought on “ Ponderings. Enter your comment here.
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Rob Romero | Augustine's Asylum
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When you stop learning, you stop living. December 6, 2015. December 6, 2015. Beaten, battered, and bruised. Yet, still reaching. For something finite, something tangible. Among the clamor, cacophony, and distress;. Unwavering, and withdrawn. And there they encountered. Spontaneously, unannounced,. Without cause, rhyme, or reason. Without flaw, crack, or blemish. With bells, prayers, and vows. August 28, 2015. October 18, 2015. But who am I, If not for You? Who are You, if not for me? But most of all,.
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Ripples | Augustine's Asylum
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When you stop learning, you stop living. August 7, 2015. A lie, a deception;. A regret or mistake? For weeks I’ve wandered,. With weary legs,. Wondering where to go;. And at last, a sign. Is sure to end. Ahead lies a fork in the road,. A path must I take;. A decision to be made. Between right and wrong. I will not deny destiny. For I cannot fight fate,. And though it weighs heavy,. This choice is mine to make. Aware that the truth hurts,. I can’t take the honest route. I have to lie now. Liked by 1 person.
