Gauzy haze of thought
Passing sounds of passion
Flirting with the ethereal eternal
We submit to corporeal limitations
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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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2016
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May
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- For Jewel
- Freewrite 5/22/16
- Gauzy haze of thought Passing sounds of passion...
- Please Remember...
- I let my ghosts haunt me at their leisure.
- You Are Worth Saving
- Foolish solutions to existential problems.
- Wasted spoiled children Of a decadent and dying...
- We mistake opportunity for divine favor. We do ...
- This life spent Standing in waiting.
- Q&A
- A Pleasurable Prison
- Inevitable coronation that was anything but tho...
- We Can Be
- Her Name Is Beauty
- Beyond Reason & Sense
- Distortions & Perception
- What happens to a society When you remove it's fut...
- In Search Of
- More Time
- The God Question
- And here
- Incarnation
- Answers are useless without knowing the right que...
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May
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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