Gypsy Schindler

Friday, October 24, 2014

Noooow its done...Finding My Voice

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Monday, October 6, 2014

Sweetness

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I don't watch the news much anymore It is full of stress and fear It curls my forehead into trenches of pain Pain is a part of life some...
Sunday, September 28, 2014

Reflection

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Sometimes the reflection is easier to look at than the actual sky When the water is still details are clearer colors are richer l...
Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Fluid

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Fluid Soft, intangible quick and lucid Gentle and slippery  transparent and reflective The human body is made up of app...
Wednesday, August 27, 2014

At the edge

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I am not afraid of heights I can stand at the edge of a cliff  and look all the way down  unflinching, unwavering  What scares me is...
Saturday, August 16, 2014

Silence

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Silence The sweet cradling arms of silence They are never empty Silence always holds something or maybe I have just never reached th...
Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Ridin' the bus ... When I can't produce visual art, poetry comes out...hmm

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We ridin' the bus Nobody makes eye contact but we all look at each other when the time is right Sizin' each other up Everyon...
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“If you are a dreamer come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher a liar. A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender come sit by my fire. For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ― Shel Silverstein
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