Time is capable of passing us with hardly a thought
as body and mind enter the state of slow decay.
Have you seen a toothless skull in a cemetery
resting in the dirt, utterly forgotten?
This moment is a moment of blooming
before the withering winters
consume us.
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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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July
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- For Bernie
- Morning of the Red Sun
- Past Life Eyes
- Complacency is a self-inflicted disease.
- Watch Her Walk
- Romancing Myth
- resurrect me now believe reincarnation many live...
- One Path
- Ikey
- Against the Tide
- Catacombs
- Gray Mornings
- AMERICA 2016
- End Times
- Will you let this love survive?
- If everything is free then nothing is for sale
- Eternal Season
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July
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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