Self Awareness
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I Believe In Us When all the news is doom and gloom, And hope’s a fools game, Remember we’ve been here before, It’s just the tune that’s changed. We only hear the worst of things, Bad news sure travels fast. But there is much that’s good as well, Although we hear it last.…
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THE FUTURE We see a shape but dimly there Not certain what we see. Project on it our hopes and fears, No clue what it will be. A thing of beauty it may be, Yet certain we are not. It may be brutal or bizarre, May prove ice cold or hot. The problem…
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So… here we are… caught up again for the moment. I just have to figure out what to catch up with. Creating Ghosts We all carry our ghosts with us, bits of our past that cling. Of choices that we now regret, that baggage that we bring. The ones we hurt, the ones we…
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No real idea where this came from. Just started putting words down and let them take the shape they wanted. It’s no less true for all that. My Truth There must be some comfort in faith, in knowing what is true. In knowing if you walk the line, good things will come to you.…
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Okay… so it should have been day 21. I’ve got a lot going on right now, so it’s not feasible to write every day. I figure I’ll settle for writing thirty poems in thirty days just not necessarily one a day. A Writers’ Sin These words these words and more words still, how sick of…
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A mind is a terrible thing to waste on nightmares. But here’s another one. Enjoy! My Night Terrors The bump in the night, the scratch in the walls, things wake us in the night. We are not sure just what we heard, we cannot place that fright. We tell ourselves there’s nothing there, inside…
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Often we get so caught up in what we think we should be doing, or how we think the world should be, that we miss out on what is right in front of us. The Prison of the Self some walls a roof a floor and such, do not a prison make sometimes it’s…
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So once again, I found myself unable to come up with an idea for today’s poem. So I went with the classic approach and decided to write what I know. In this case, writer’s block. Creative Block I love to sketch or paint or write, express myself in verse. So when I have creative block,…
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I write these verses because Lynn enjoys them so much. I’m certain I could find something less brain abusing to do with my time, but whatever it might be wouldn’t bring her so much pleasure. That makes it all worthwhile. I do this all because her Because of You “You took my breath away.”…
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Well, today it’s back to the introspection thing. Lynn found yesterday’s effort a tad unsettling. Peopling (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Tolerate The Crowd) Once upon a time there was, a boy who never learned. To be a boy like others were, so all friendships he spurned. He swore he needed…
Brain Bits To Go 