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I’m sorry but I can’t relate to that
a response I use more and more frequently.
Is life not suppose to make us grow? Not just make us feel inadequate and somehow missed out on all the fun?
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The only drawback with writing too varied and too unstructured is that people in general tend to dismiss the writing as being all the same, which could in fact be the case but rarely is…
me // thinking about writing with a cup of freshly brewed java. It is yet another Sunday almost gone.
Blue Bells
Blue bells
beneath the apple tree
I climbed
In childhood dreams
Windfall
Ripe for scrumping
and pie
unfinished poem #1
What were we looking for in the fog of each other’s eyes?
What were we reaching for in the mists of our pasts?
I have to admit to having a soft spot for Mist…
A
The Arts
The ever encompassing (f|t|p)arts
Compelling as the mist at dawn
The sunrise over a desert mound
The divine infinitude
Embraced
From dawn the ghosts arises
Their lederhosen
Whip
Whips
Whipses
> > > I AM
Scarred // bleeding // waving !!!¡¡¡!!!
One-eyed Jack smiles (*)
The single knife sharpened
Chastising my limbs
Chirping with open arms
Embracing nichts
The bird of pray
The Lord’s final
Measure