These Black Feathers

These Black Feathers

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My life is messed up and unclear. So is this book. -------------------------- DISCLAIMER: Some of the chapters are my own words and creations; some kind of poetry. Others are lyrics of songs that hold valuable meaning to me that I have altered a little; but these are NOT mine, it belongs to each artist respectively. This also means that the chapters can be read in any order whatsoever. ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: I don't plan to "complete" this book. Its like a diary so I'm going to just upload whenever I write something new. Sorry if that bothers you. Please don't steal my writing, it's my source of expression and a result of my inspiration :( Thank You x
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There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. Sit down in this circle. Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you. At night, your beloved wanders. Don't accept consolations. Close your mouth against food. Taste the food. You moan, "She left me." "He left me." Twenty more will come. Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence. Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. There's a strange frenzy in my head, of birds, flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere? Drunks fear the police, but the police are drunk too. People in this town love them both like different chess pieces. ----------------------------------- All things that we hide in our hearts eat us alive. This book is - full of emotions, love, care and agitation. Well, you need to read this to know what's in. Moreover, It consists of quotes, snippets, poems, bits of advice...Ummm simply deep and random stuff. Go Ahead! HIGHEST rank #1 in poetry as of 19.02.2018 ----------------------------------- 4/10/17 --- 19/04/18

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