We grow impatient with the inability of life
to astound us on demand.
Once astounded, we wish to experience
the same delight, only to diminish it
with repetition. Some things can only
happen once. Some of us never learn
that lesson. Some of us have, yet,
we still expect the impossible.
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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May
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- Why do we desire beauty that is not ours to possess?
- Loneliness is desire unfulfilled.
- Temptation always provides a sound argument.
- I steal the love I want One moment at A time.
- Does the cage kill the soul of the animal?
- Until then, We fight
- Lurking Killer
- Use
- Consumption
- The Impossible
- Ant
- Urgency
- Curves and Angles
- Spring is fading fast Summer's warmth is beckoning...
- On Language
- First Actions
- Change / Chance
- On Creating
- After the End
- Learning at the Beach
- You can't call God for tech support. The number is...
- Potential Song Lyric
- Once Upon A Time
- For my niece, Kristen
- Kiss Me Like A Dreamer
- Dear Sunset
- Feelings flicker through us like so many breathes...
- Random Post
- azucar
- Spectator Without A Sport
- Bookends
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May
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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