Author: Chris Norman
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Dreams Become Our Present
As the story runs its course, and the last sentence is written and read. The story continues to live in the mind and heart of the reader, who listens to its messages, sounds, and phrases, becoming one with an idea. Words transcend the page and take on new life in the world around them. Trueness…
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Love The Journey
We are but dust flowing in an endless breeze, reaching for what lies ahead, hoping for our final destination, one we wish we could see, smell, or taste. As we stop giving in to the stress of the journey and look to connect with the ones around us, we find our purpose. Growing in our…
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Connection Of The Soul
Between the beats of our hearts, we find peace and solitude that nourishes our souls and propels us forward through time and space. Connecting with ourselves and with the world around us. We search the dark and the light for love, for joy, for bonds between souls, a deep connection that soothes our hearts and…
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Dark Room
Can the blood that flows within escape as it congeals and clots, hardening the soul and weighing down the spirit until the bones of little children break and death becomes the escape of choice? With the weapon of the tongue, he becomes the master of his craft, using the weapon to pierce and tear at…
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Hollow Echoes
Hollow echoes of a forgotten past cascade through the empty chambers of the heart. The sound of the rumble is always felt but never heard. The river of pain and loss steadily flows from within, with nowhere to escape; its pressure ever increases. As the river fills in every crevice and every crack, only a…
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Death by Life(2009 Adaptation)
We are neither alive nor dead, but caught between the very shifting void of our own life. For life is our air and death is our final nourishment. Why must we fight to survive in a world craving our bitter end? It seems death is the only way to satisfy its craving. Death is what…
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A Loyal Companion
In the light of the day, in the darkness of night, between the shimmering moonlight and the rays of the early dawn. Between the droplets of the spring showers and the ever-shifting sands of the sea. Between heart and soul, spirit and mind, between what was and will be. Love stands. It holds back the…
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Night and Light
As the dew holds firmly to its nightly companion, and as the dawn slowly approaches, a fear of release begins to cascade. Fear of loss, fear of emptiness, fear of what lies beyond the horizon of the every approaching daybreak. This is but life. Night and light in its ever boundless existence, we live but…
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A Song To Sing
Within the seas of the endless divide, crossing the void into the unknown of our souls. Within the grasping of time, we come to know our humanity and understand the sanctity of life. Into the ever-reaches of tomorrow, we come to know life and death. Shouts for joy fill the spaces of our future as…
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Chains Of Death
I walk through the darkness as the ever-cascading sounds of terror fill the air. Fear creeps ever closer, climbing the ladder of oneself; fear of thought, fear of mind, the loud rumble of a forgotten past, masking the inner sounds that bring peace. As the ground reaches out to tear at the wounds, bringing to…