Trembling hands and
Halting breaths
Voice too weak
To create words
Eyes speaking
Clearly and
With finality.
Here.
Now.
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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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November
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- Changeover
- What Beliefs?
- How does Nature learn?
- Infatuation and Love
- Skin
- Moment of Honesty
- What is my love worth to you?
- Acts of Emptines
- If time exists it is a thing subject to die as s...
- What kind of eternity do you want?
- To Paraphrase Dennis
- If you want to change the world Change your world ...
- The politics of struggle are always relevant.
- Friendship in a Time of Revolution
- Discontent Politics
- American Aristophanes
- passage
- The Golden Age of Anger
- Uncertain Dreamer
- Stealing Ghosts from the Womb
- Electric Alchemy Index
- Creation and Existence
- New Scars from Old Wounds
- The Answer
- Those Who Feast on Flesh
- So much love in this worl...
- Verdict
- She Is Dead
- Dedicated to Mary
- Head First Into the Flames
- My uncertain heart continues to beat An arrangemen...
- Honest
- Uncertain Light
- Water Moving in Circles
- A person should only ever Be given as much respect...
- Hypocrisy Is by and Large The rule of Human existence
- Without Worship
- Communication
- Weight of Air
- Moving Light
- I know what my demons are Or at the least I preten...
- Even the good among us Live with sin in our hearts.
- Embrace
- Honesty and Self-Reliance
- Nights of restlessness Moon beams brightly down be...
- Choose Light Choose Life
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November
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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