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I've loved you before I knew you Our souls cross the boundaries of time No barrier in our path could stop usFor an eternity you are mineReincarnated beings of loveFinding ourselves drawn without hesitation No magician could cas...

CKAcres 4 years ago

Reality of War

Peace never comes when the perils of war are taken lightly.

The perils of war, are furrowed deep in the memory of many, escape seems unobtainable, within the confines of minds young and old.Those who were lost, are not only those who perished in the conflicts many, but those who wer...

Anonymous 5 years ago

The sun was setting, with orange-gold hues reflecting off the bay, a romantic backdrop of scenery, clearly seen through the glass wall that spanned the back of the house. The glow illuminated the spacious room with a high-rise ceiling where light blue she...

CKAcres 6 years ago


Is there ever perfect harmony?

Thoughts... Do they have control, or do we allow them to control? Can they ever be managed, or are they our administrator? Do ideas run our lives,or does living create our ideas? Are they reflections of...

CKAcres 7 years ago

Collision of Hearts

When souls collide, do they form a nebula in space?

When souls collide, have you ever asked why? Are their stars aligned, or merely passing by? In some previous life, have they met before? What creates this sensation,is karma balancing a score? Laws...

fuzzy1954 8 years ago

The Sun

Empty bowls with empty souls

coming over the trees you wakelooking about for what to takeempty bowl what to makefeed yourself before the restthink of you being the bestnot of the complete messon the plains of the congoon the dyi...

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SimonHepworth 10 years ago

Soul Collectors

Nick was a cop till he was shot; now he's got a job collecting souls. He's after one in particular.

Prologue Christmas seemed a horrible time to kill someone. I never used to like working at that time of year when I was alive, and I still don't. As a cop I tended to deal in misery; the Bad, the Mad and the Sad were my clientèle, an...