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    Savior/Martyr

    Savior(As told by Mary Magdalene)He was seen as more by some, less by others.As a savior, or a rebel.He lived his life through his heart,being the sinew, trying to hold the world together.And I ached for him, being his...

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    • Your writing is always very deep and this is no exception. Your details of the connection between them is profound indeed and based in love and a memory of him that will never be lost or corrupted. Any comment I can give on this is not enough. There’s so much said here. Great writing, Styx.

      • Thank you Tim. It was a lot of work, including jotting down little notes while working at my job thursday and friday. I do maintenance at an older apartment complex, very busy most of the time. But, the creative ideas wait for no work. LOL.
        I know that this write, because of the title, the header picture, etc, will keep many people away. But I hope those who do read it get something positive from it. There are several gospels not in the bible, some called the gnostics, that tell much different stories from the traditional ones picked to be in the King James version. The version of Mary M being His wife is in some of them. So, who really knows by now.
        And, I am beating myself up over a part three! Do I, do I not. Grrrr.
        I sincerely appreciate your generous comment, Tim. And what you did say is enough. It is awesome.

    • How to start with this. This is excellent!
      Your interpretation of how she adored and suffered his life and loss is truly amazing. A weaving journey through her thought process. How the world can exhaust even the strongest of spiritual character but away from prying eyes, he remembers the blessings of also being human.

      These are gems baby! Honestly:)
      Needs to be put in your book!

      • You knew how much these two writes were beating me up. Lots of editing and hacking, even a few minutes ago. I had a very specific vision of what I wanted it to say. I think I succeeded, after all the edits of course.
        And, the part three…. I dunno. I’m going to chill on it awhile.
        I am so fortunate to have you in my creative journeys. Because you do the same things and can relate to it all.
        I love you immensely!

    • And I, sir, appreciate your steady support of my efforts here. I try my best to make them matter. So thank you.

    • So, when I finished reading this, I took a deep breath and said, “Jesus!”. And then I laughed to myself, because I was only saying it as an exclamation about your writing and not as a statement of the subject… LOL.

      Anyway, this is just beautiful. Not much more I can say. Thank you for sharing it.
      ❤️k

      • LOL !! I purposely avoided using his name in any form. Because it is about Mary’s feelings in dealing with it all. The very human aspect of someone dealing with such a weight added to a relationship. Like dating someone famous, etc., then losing them. Obviously it is on a grander stage. But being human has its basic emotions for all.
        Its so good to see ya! Rock star!

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    Voices in Motion

    The windwill not stop sighing—soft, insistent, foreign—hour upon hour... It runs the fields,threads through trees,hissing night into day. It summons—warns—whispers somethingI cannot,alone,perceive. The wind will not stop sighingas it slides over cold, sullen waters,bending brown marsh grass low,imploring the roaming thrushes—some sharp,...

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    Cumulus People

    Their heads are in the clouds.   They seem to float with eyes content staring into cell phone screens, soaking up dopamine like hummingbirds hovering above nectar.   I watch them, witness them on streets, benches, trains.   Their moods are contemplative as they wander from here to there.   Wandering down streets, meandering above the ground.   They roam like clouds, seemingly unaware of...

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    I get so lost sometimes
    watching as the world burns,
    as centuries of Culture and
    Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
    for no reason other than who
    will be number one among
    the billions.

    Our world burns,
    it cries for our help, our decision
    to act and honor what remains
    of humanity’s decency, to cast
    out the i…Read More

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