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CharlaXPoetJesusFreak TITLE one 1 CharlaXTitle1908 CharlaXTitle1908 Voice CharlaXTitles GOD in the Spirit Jesus must love to stand in the early hour just before daylight and listen to the mourning doves as they great the new day coming as they echo all the voice as they greet each new light beam ray the shine is not forthcoming no heat as a new warning of a hot and treacherous summer day no tribulation yet no worry just the singing added of the little sparrows the peeps of the pecking birds the warble of the mocker the thrilling accolade of the warbler. The owl and the falcon hide they add no voice to the coming of the daylight they live in shadow in the summer to survive. Voice is many so varied the best to me is the least among them they peep. They leap in and out of danger not forthcoming as they avoid the warning of the cactus spines they get inside the areas to dine the choicest morsels hidden in the trash the mundane day has started in the desert place again the voices miss and stay a little silent as the day begins in earnest now. Just before the sunrise and too far away to speak to me two rather large birds are there suddenly they turn in unison as iff to say look it's us we are here too and yes they have Voice inside of mee for eye will never forget the cry of my falcons for as long as ever eye live again. Eye found a homeless camp and sorry as eye feel for him his voice was silent to mee there for he was absent in his body eye just meant away dear from his camp. Eye kicked the fire some dirt to cover over where it lay and moved some things away and found some things to send away there is laws near a town that differ some from desert rule and we are bound some to obey them and even so eye broke no golden rule in turning some small way to law obey his eye was very blue the important things away in dead letter places. The voice so silent of the rabbit not in stew but still alive so happy just to be even in the dust so happy to be mee. The frog that utters not a sound the hummingbird without a voice comes down and vibrates voice to mee. Impossible bullit of love. No shadow or stasis this day but love he left a silent trail of it in my eye. His wings an angle looking for all the world like a missile on the way to destroy the whole world with his voice. Iff eye did accidently slay thee upon the accident of life iff it was just an accident then accidently take my life let my heart be taken from me lay me now down to die and place me in the grave so that my heart will not come nigh thy hell. Oh just and living GOD. Forgive my voice if voice was wrong. And then just let me dwell. A voice. Of love. A voice. Of one. Of dust. A voice.

CharlaXPoetJesusFreak TITLE two 2 1one9nine9 CharlaXTitles 1one9nine9 SomeReflector There is a reflection an image in a mirror the words do not stand out there is no numbers there no 666 is evident yet. There is not much of a smile usually to reflect. Unless the thought is ewe. Then there is a reflection of a light that has not ending a love that purple turns to white. A reflection not of a person but of her soul. Indeed a half turned now into a whole. My love mon ange your heart casts a long shadow over mee and dispels my gloom of doom ewe make me happy when tears is called for you make me glad instead eye am still and ever certain that we aer two halves of just one person lost and taken away to different places at birth to be reunited now at the end of life's final curtain the joy in mee is only interneted love and yet she is a real girl a living person. A reflection of her mother and father and her GOD the same as eye am a reflection of my GOD and my mother and mye father. Iff ewe have a head ache and cannot find the causes turn down the gamma radiation on the computer clauses the internet is slowly killing time and all the masses a reflector of the hidden stashes of the hammer blows of Arm and Hammer baking soda we were told its made by Russians. Some people reflect only negative as they aer not worshipping Jesus or even religious they live in power over the masses this is a poor reflection of Satan. Mabe eye am on your too do list cause ewe love mee but eye will always feel a need to try to woo ewe there is love and there is love and there is a reflection made of paste and then there is ewe and eye a reflectivity of grace. A final certain. A reflection of a person's want and need and another person's need and want. When the avid American plays music and is not very good at it or professional enought he blows his trumpet in the reflection of all the great musicians of olden. Do not blow the trumpet on the street announcing satisfaction to the masses of the breaded hour then replete in the reflection of the tower as the devils march to war. This is just reflective power of the reflector of the computer in the central tower. They always said BOY you are a HOT dog and eye said no just cold snot. Yes eye did eye always told them that. It was a reflection of guilt or not being good enought for them to play with me they should have been a reflection of the mirror the sodium nitrate behind the tape upon the back of the mirrowed company. In the company of minnows is where they wanted me to be. She said you would not make it here they aer too smart and way too redneck they reflect the evil now in men. Charlotte was so weird she let a rock star at a concert kiss her hand and then she never ever washed it off again. Poor Charlotte Hand. She held her tongue with both her fingers and told me eye would never kiss her. She programmed her cell phone to ring with the bands own song so she could pretend to talk only to him. She was a reflection of wrong. Making a poor boy a reflection of dust. 404 - Component not found You may not be able to visit this page because of: an out-of-date bookmark/favourite a search engine that has an out-of-date listing for this site a mistyped address you have no access to this page The requested resource was not found. An error has occurred while processing your request. Please try one of the following pages: Home Page If difficulties persist, please contact us: info@openminds.co.uk Component not found Oops! This page appears to be missing. HTTP 404 - File not found. A reflector of missing pages a reflector of lies a reflective circumstance a reflection of the worth eye am. As the time crawls like quicksanded particles in the days of our life. The silver nitrite behind the mirror. With pure silver nitrate, distilled water, and ammonia, one can make a mirror virtually indistinguishable from those purchased at a store. Let me see mye reflection there. WOW, that's somereflector.

CharlaXPoetJesusFreak TITLE Three 3 Number3 tTthree Number3 tTthree CharlaXTitles Differant There is no difference in people we aer all the same debunk the myth and run the hills of pain. Even in the culture that has no east and west there is a differant. He wears a head scarf and a flag shirt a cowboy vest and hardware not bullits for a gun. He lives more on one hour than a man in a whole month of Sundays can. His legs are long and they are way too short his arms reach. His feet stride, his lights shine he is alive in a differant. He simulates humanity then pauses long enought to eat two differant flavors of real love. He is in the Ethernet of differant. He got sober and stopped his smoking gun, now he loves one ewe and only one. Hitler volunteered at age 25 by enlisting in a Bavarian Regiment. After its first engagement against the British and Belgians near Ypres, 2500 of the 3000 men in the Hitler's regiment were killed, wounded or missing. Hitler escaped without a scratch. Throughout most of the war, Hitler had great luck avoiding life threatening injury. More than once he moved away from a spot where moments later a shell exploded killing or wounding everyone. Hitler, by all accounts, was an unusual soldier with a sloppy manner and unmilitary bearing. But he was also eager for action and always ready to volunteer for dangerous assignments even after many narrow escapes from death. Eye remember an account of Hitler in a battle walking forward to the front line shooting his pistol then falling down weather from fear it was or an actual bullit striking him eye am not certain now. He was differant. Roy Rogers, in fact, is the only person to have been inducted into the Country Music Hall Of Fame twice--once as a solo performer, and once as a member of the Sons of the Pioneers. He also was differant. George Bush has always traded shamelessly on his alleged record as a naval aviator during the Second World War in the Pacific theatre. During the 1964 senate campaign in Texas against Senator Ralph Yarborough, Bush televised a grainy old film which depicted young George being rescued at sea by the crew of the submarine USS Finnback after his Avenger torpedo bomber was hit by Japanese anti-aircraft fire during a bombing raid on the island of Chichi Jima on September 2, 1944. That film, retrieved from the Navy archives, backfired when it was put on the air too many times, eventually becoming something of a maladroit cliche. Eye say GB was differant. The CharlaX phenom is growing in fits and giggles as the Parliament in Great Briton has determined that when British Soldiers speak they are always saying eye say, EYE say old bean. They are differant. CharlaX is indeed a differant. Romeo was differant. Juliet was differant. Lady Montague asks whether Benvolio has seen her son, Romeo. Benvolio replies that he earlier saw Romeo pacing through a grove of sycamores outside the city; since Romeo seemed troubled, Benvolio did not speak to him. Concerned about their son, the Montagues tell Benvolio that Romeo has often been seen melancholy, walking alone among the sycamores. They add that they have tried to discover what troubles him, but have had no success. Benvolio sees Romeo approaching, and promises to find out the reason for his melancholy. He is a differant. Niccolò Machiavelli was a dead author he was only published after he has died and that is what makes him now so differant. He was someone until he was ostracized and then he was a philosopher on the order of a Plato or a Hypochondriac a differant. Eye could never be a plagiarist of Niccolo philosophy is boiling poetry not the style of eye and not the meat a poet eats for legacy or fame eye want to publish all mye work before eye die. A differant.