Self Awareness
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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…
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My wonderful wife Lynn has been listening to my poems this month and mentioned that I seem to be on a self-awareness kick. Apparently, she’s right (as she usually is). What Price the Dream? “Livin’ the dream.” you hear them say, but at what price that dream? The fancy house, the shiny car, are…
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Here we are at day 6 of NaPoWriMo and I’m starting to question why I do this. So that’s what I’ll write about tonight. A Rambling Thought I sit and write and as I do, a thought occurs to me. Why do I write? What is the point? What use can these words be?…
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Yes, I know that I’m posting this on day 6. At least it’s getting posted, so half-marks for that. Be Here Now We spend so much of every day, caught up inside our head. Dwelling still upon the past, or planning far ahead. But all the time we spend like that, is time we are…
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It’s late and I should be in bed, buuuuuut…… this should just take a minute. Seek a Different Path The dance begins, the battle joined, the words cut just like knives. We know that we should just let go, this is not worth our lives. But we can’t just forget the hurts, keep living…
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I’m actually a day late with this. I had planned a while ago to participate again in NaPoWriMo. Then totally zoned yesterday and forgot about it. Oops. Here we go anyway! The Return of the Poet It’s April once again and I, Begin to write anew. To search throughout my cobwebbed mind, Tell something that…
Brain Bits To Go 