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Poetry | Updated Mar 7, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Short skit - Dialogue of opposing views about knowledge.
Script | Updated Mar 1, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is THE poem for animal lovers and those who love babies and children, Vegetarians, Vegans, advocates for animals and children around the world.
Love wasted and a choice is made
A inspirational way of looking at life and coming to a better understanding.
'Snow is white' is a famous example of a basic factual sentence in the philosophy of language. Here the adjective and the noun are reversed. The point is that the reversal turns prose into poetry: the sentence 'white is the snow' does not represent a fact about the world; it brings a world...
Poetry | Updated Jan 25, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
When we arrive into this world, we enter as a ship that navigates by the forces of nature and propelled by the power in the invisible auras of Spirit. It takes a few years for us to launch our ship with a self-propelled man made motor. During this process, we are taken to many shipyards for a...
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Shelia Carollo
This is a short story of a young girl who had "lost herself" in life. One day she met The Wise One. The Wise One taught her how to be happy, and how to smile again. She learned how to turn a bad day into a good day. She then lived a good life.
Short Story | Updated Jan 4, 2013 | Reads: 206 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The story you will see explores the fear of who has written the very words that will make you tremble with fear. Needs no summary be aware of the sadness the writer has voiced for they desire no sympathy for what has already taken place. All that is asked of thee the answers they crave to speak...
We both know that our short journey between the stars was a little diamond that we stole from the vaults of time.
Our sweet madness was a temporary escape from the chains of wisdom and balance.
One day she said she loved me, one day she said hold me. Another day she said â€œno one made me feel the way you doâ€. One day she missed me, one day she saw me and another day she just went away. She always said, you are the one; You are the one that I canâ€™t have; ..