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	<title>Windmills in Moonlight &#187; The Remedy of Writing</title>
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		<title>Mystery</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 19:58:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[  © 2009 susan mucklow
Is it possible to walk away
Dismiss the words I have to say
Be filled by under spoken truth
Silence the backhand of reproof?
Exit sign won’t let me leave
Provocation stirring grief
The open door should bid depart
Yet only leads back to my heart
What mystery that beckons deep
Then haunts me as I toy with sleep
Can&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Whole of Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 17:57:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[© 2009 susan mucklow
I choose to love the whole of me
Parts pleasant and distasteful
Idyllic view, value and worth
Pander esteem illegally
Admit the whole, accept the all
No dissection or rejection
Iconic image stripped away
To embrace what it appalled
One is real and false another
I admit I cannot change it
I trust the One who authors both
Causing one to prove the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Passing the Torch</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 17:56:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[© 2008 susan mucklow
Cannot hold what I thought was mine
Or inherit what once defined me
False dream fired in furnace of time
Diminished in me by degree
The timing of the changing guard
Unmistaken or undisputed
The stone weighed heavy in my heart
Though its need was not refuted
Un-denied goodness of God
Though change resembled scolding
Transition felt just like a rod
But true [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cannot Be Named</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 17:56:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[© 2008 susan mucklow
The mind ponders its condition
In partnership with expectation
The more it tries to hold an image
It overlooks what could be given
Possibilities being offered
Demobilized for limitations
Counterfeit prefers the anguish
Of solving imaginary problems
I don’t need to be imprisoned
By the soul that’s compromising
What confines me in each moment
Is the way my mind’s responding
The boundary of my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Upon Awakening</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 19:55:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[© 2008 susan mucklow
Bodies on sand
Mind over matter
Pressure of the world
Rain cannot shatter
Diamonds in the hand


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		<title>Portal of Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 17:54:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[© 2008 susan mucklow
A painful occurrence echoes in time
A bellow within an emotional sound
I’m gasping for air in a mental upheaval
Like a compass in need of balanced retrieval
Equilibrium tilts and up appears down
Temporal illusions are assaulting the mind
Familiar feelings and rude apparitions
Stir the memory forming needless suspicions
Bad dreams coalesce to splinter my peace
Distant forebodings are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Journey of Emergence</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 17:54:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ © 2008  susan mucklow
More than I’m allowed to be
Stale air breathes hollowness in me
Staunch devotion or mental immobility
Cliché, the motto of the masses
Justify again my fear of the unknown
Whose lawful thoughts are brutalizing me?
Perform thy part, oh servile functionary
Holding cell for indifferent mediocrity
Empty obedience, construct thy poverty
Cry aloud for someone else’s instruction
Stifle the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Only Sin</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[  © 2008  susan mucklow
Understated disappointment
An attempt to shape and mold
Incompetence, the sentiment
Eventually takes hold
The strain to reach conformity
A demand to meet the terms
Demean intended parts of me
Displeasure re-affirmed
Disdain the shining contrast
Shape a dismal carbon copy
Exclusive right of typecast
Now formulates a theory
Pit brother against brother
Create a brand new rival
Competing with another
Education in survival
No [...]]]></description>
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		<title>In His Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 19:52:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[© 2008 susan mucklow
The hollow of my own silence
Arousing nothing more than echo
Incapable of finding meaning
Amidst a soul in need of weaning
Thoughts ache for new direction
And kinship of definition
Overdoses of self-pity
Offered by anonymity
I can feel a heart within me
Asking me to trust this void
Please refuse to take false comfort
In personas formed in hurt
It’s in His [...]]]></description>
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		<title>There is a Sound</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 19:51:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Susan Mucklow</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[© 2008  susan mucklow
There is a sound uniquely me
An expression of who’s intended
Within the gain of being free
Is loss of who I’ll never be
Comparison with mass appeal
Imagination and fixation
Never showing what is real
Protection from ideal
Concern with what I do or say
And how I’m seen by others
Frozen past can chill the day
Approachability held at bay
Punishing [...]]]></description>
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