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By Tigmonk, on January 21st, 2010
 -Poetic Thursday
The human race, caught by surprise. The mystery of what comes, with no reason or why. We are still infants, who struggle to survive. This fight against another, who’s wrong and who’s right.
Can you comprehend, 7 billion people? All standing . . . →Read the Rest: Collectively Me; an Endless Sea
By Tigmonk, on January 14th, 2010
 -Poetic Thursday
I cried once. And then many times before that. Surely, I will cry again. My Heart, there are times it is soft. Surely, it is not meant to only be strong. When I cry, I allow. When I cry, I learn somehow. When I cry, I . . . →Read the Rest: Surely I will Cry
By Tigmonk, on January 7th, 2010
 -Poetic Thursday
Rest ye oh child of mine, something to remember in this illusion of time. What expectation can you hold, beyond my understanding? How could you ever know, tomorrow’s unfolding?
I’m speaking to you, why do you not listen? I’m here, . . . →Read the Rest: Discovering the Voice of God
By Tigmonk, on December 31st, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Horizons of love, falling from above, casting shadows of the eager morning.
I can taste the rain, before it arrives, the wind moves as it passes by.
Calmness tries to describe, what . . . →Read the Rest: Melody of Innocence
By Tigmonk, on December 24th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
This was a poem that my 12 year old daughter Talia wrote to me last week. It was fun to see this form of creative expression flow through her. This was a great Christmas gift.
Dad, thank you for all you do. I really love . . . →Read the Rest: Poem from my Dauther; to dad
By Tigmonk, on December 17th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Stressed you may be, over the idea of not knowing tomorrow. Forget it I say, and you whine about all the reasons for sorrow.
Anxious you feel, always uncertain about the future. Relax I say, and you complain about life . . . →Read the Rest: Your Anxious Complaining
By Tigmonk, on December 10th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Thank you, for this life that I have been given. Thank you, for this air that I breath. Thank you, for the choice to see beauty. Thank you, for much more, and all of these.
The sound of gratitude, is . . . →Read the Rest: The Sound of Gratitude
By Tigmonk, on December 3rd, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Can you feel the life that desires to be freed from within? Can you sense its presence, like a reunited friend?
Has it yet brought tears to your eyes? Does it hurt to think about saying your goodbyes?
. . . →Read the Rest: Inner Reunion; Remembering the Whispers Within
By Tigmonk, on November 19th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
It was Jesus who said, cast the first stone if you are without sin.
It was I who said, sorry for judging you, not even knowing where you have been.
Are you the one, who speaks so loudly.
. . . →Read the Rest: Throwing Stones
By Tigmonk, on November 12th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
What is this heart ache of believing you are without? What is this nonsense of being surrounded by doubt? Is it the sensation of clinging to just one more answer? Do we not know, this is the source of our spiritual cancer?
If our prayers were answered, would we . . . →Read the Rest: Spiritual Cancer; Waiting on the “Have Not”
By Tigmonk, on November 5th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Do you ever find yourself being offended because others laugh hysterically at a joke that makes fun of a tragic situation; like 9/11, War, Poverty, Murder, Race, Abortion, etc, etc, etc? If so, then remember this poem, I wrote it just for you.
Roses are red, violets are . . . →Read the Rest: Sorry if you cant take a joke, Jeeez
By Tigmonk, on October 29th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Of all that you are against, of all that you oppose, my friend be aware of this insanity that makes the heart close.
It’s an “idea” that you protect, not now, not truth, but only thought; selfishly believing in the “should” and “should . . . →Read the Rest: Insanity of the Opposed
By Tigmonk, on October 22nd, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Slowly take a breath, and discover yourself without regret. Leave behind that which is behind, and color your world with colors not found in the mind.
Our anguish for moments past, are shadows that cannot last. Hold dear the moment at hand, . . . →Read the Rest: Shadows of Past
By Tigmonk, on October 15th, 2009
 -Poetic Thursday
Forgive you might, this moment of hardship. Forgive this day, what has come and the future’s fate. Celebrate the choice to forgive, for it gives freedom to those who do not wait.
What would it mean, to forgive the mind for free? Can . . . →Read the Rest: A Day to Forgive
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About the Site Author/Creator Tiger Singleton a.k.a. Tigmonk & Paw
With a unique style of writing that can be considered wise and playful, Tiger communicates truth in a way not often seen in today’s world. Certainly some find his words and thoughts to go beyond left field, but for others they find a deep level of compassion, love, encouragement, and forgiveness.
Tiger is 28 years old, currently living in the beautiful Southern Oregon Valley with his wife of 7 years and their 3 daughters.
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