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TrueNoble - Poetry

To close to the end of the cliff looking down. Life passing by my troubles, fears, and my frown. A smile turned upside down and fertile for permanent. Like a desperate cold mocking mess built on things that seem so bent....

Minute to Motion

**Tick, tick, tick, my head echoed. Right now I dance the Sky. Masterfolds of mind reality soaks by and by. No more messes thus too be re-owed. In distance stance of plain reunion We ta...

TrueNoble - Poetry

**It's not the same when the world gets turned over, like a rebellion unleashed into this realm. Both fake and real, realizing circumstantial relationships are none to ease the soul or spirit. Like-wise a master h...

TrueNoble - Poetry

***A dream: So loving, So caring, Out going, And sharing. Peaceful, Depressing, sad, but true. Our lives, Our wonders, Our promises,...

TrueNoble - Poetry

To my Dreamgirl: You are the most beautiful wonder. Tie-died with London fragrance. A one man's dream that means everything. Dancing on day lit stars 'You do this in my mind all the time ... and my life s...

TrueNoble - Poetry

Through these times again. Alone on a rock. Faithful to the only ones That sees my soul glistening In the wind. I have tumbled here. I have come. Though the midnight weeps Of yesterday (yet to...

TrueNoble - Poetry

I trip through the mushroom plains of Awesome river pools of solace. Native to entwined gallows, and intense it to brain waves fabulous. Mark what needed be in the dark of master folds reunion. And...

TrueNoble - Poetry

I leave no chance to bring in any energies that will frighten, hurt, or distract me from focusses meant be to keep me moving ever so slowly forward in time of hopefulness and positivity. I will pay attention and note the good deeds I ...

TrueNoble - Short Stories

It was the day I was taken to a deep dark place that they tied me to a chair, and began to strap me down. Stuck a needle in my arm and I began to woose. Then they began to ask questions of me that I did not understand. Am I a spy? Who...

TrueNoble - Poetry

Something vast slips the Master who created pieces of rhythm. Bold in silence, as it took time to part it together. Just a few messes to make a perfect conclusion soar; Very neat in a minute inspiration of valor....

TrueNoble - Poetry

"Distinction" can ban the wicked mind from playing at death's door. If you can see that darkness coming from far away; note how beautifully disguised it will be, and follow through with logical reasoning, you will se...