Self Awareness
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With all the division and bitterness in our society and in the news today, I felt the need to put something out there that’s a bit more positive. I hope you enjoy this take on our legacies. The ghosts we leave are people’s memories of us. A QUICK GUIDE TO YOUR “AFTER” LIFE A star I…
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Be A Joyful Child A long, long time ago there was, A happy child at play. The old face in the mirror asks, Where is that child today? Sometimes it seems like yesterday, Sometimes an age or more. Since I have seen that smiling face, That long ago I wore. I look for them sometimes…
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Own You Why do we do the things we do? What is it makes us go? And when we do what we should not, Pretend we didn’t know? Some say this is the way we are, Imperfect, full of sin. Some say it’s what our parents did, Still buried deep within. I say it is…
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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…
Brain Bits To Go 