Poet (n): A marionette or a clown, punked again by some proclamations of love, better off and having never learned a thing.
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Quietly, nimble and soft,
Sun bright and smiling,
You roll away the weight of man's damnation.
Poof, fluff.
You are the cloud and the sky.
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An expanse among the smallness, and a beacon to my torn and tattered heart.
I am but a shard.
We can all have our own coat of arms, which allows us to use the symbolic and communicative force of heraldry to identify and empower us because heraldry has refined during centuries a written and artistic language that projects our identity with prestige, clarity, universality, and durability.
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My heraldic art transmits your ideals and life force to your arms.
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Your blazon. The sign of you.
I'm old school, 100 % German by heritage, but my name was a gift. I'm spiritual with a firm belief in the Native Prophecy of the "Rainbow Warriors". I worked as a licensed massage & bodyworks therapist and have studied natural health for 20 yrs now. I am not a teacher but an awakener. I've walked a very different path and my opinions reflect that. I don't like republicans, democrats, nor most government agencies. I refuse to be silent at anything I find an injustice. My mission in life is to awaken and help others. And if I can make you pee a little, spit coffee thru your nose, or laugh, that's just a bonus...
My name is TyeDye, the cat poop eating
Italian Greyhound
Opinionated about everything
Owners have no clue
High strung by nature
My owners won't find me here
Fuck dog food, gimmee the left overs
My owners are a single father of three