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Tag Archives: Time

White Out 

January 4, 2018by Schofie Leave a comment

winter freezing crystal droplets down nomadic hearts in need of special kindling  warmth for the white out

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Johnathan Schofield

A Healing Weapon

December 13, 2017by Schofie Leave a comment

Take your time, captain, for living Don’t be in such a rush for heaven Sip it slow, this time we’re given Patience heightens each sensation Waves of joy from osculation […]

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Parallel

November 24, 2017by Schofie Leave a comment

I travel forward and then back You journey side to side To think we’ve intersected Our trajectories perfected Such staggering odds so stacked The oceans of space and time Our […]

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No choice for sailors 

November 6, 2017by Schofie Leave a comment

I won’t bid you farewell, Captain What can I say?  You believed in me  Though in the end I’ve seen us sinking  I believed in you There’s nothing wrong with […]

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The Trouble with L.A.

October 20, 2017by Schofie Leave a comment

nothing like gold to pass time how little it means to us all beginnings and endings  all down in a line shiny moments that trickle and fall we choose what […]

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A Soldier, A Man

January 26, 2017by Schofie 3 Comments

surrounded by soldiers in mud and blood i work the will of the mighty i kill on command i take life i die i . i i resist i am […]

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One Last Dance

October 20, 2015by Schofie Leave a comment

The little veins, like tiny river beds, sprawled symmetrically across the worn surface of the old leaf. But a season old, he had lived to the ripe age of three […]

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Honorable and Worthy ~ Part IV

August 28, 2012by Schofie Leave a comment

Time is like an old garb people wear. It cloaks them and encumbers them. It’s a strange and mystic thing. It’s foolish to think that apart from the rotation of […]

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