The desires of the heart
are enough to
keep us living
through several lifetimes.
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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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2017
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March
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- She Sings in Multitudes
- Third Hand
- Peculiar Absurdity.
- ritual
- movement
- biographical fragment
- Gina
- You are the Chrysalis. Emerge.
- What path are you seeking? Has the path found you?
- Self
- Writing in the Morning
- Do you wish to live in beauty?
- After the Rain
- What questions must be asked What answers should b...
- Good Morning, Icarus
- The things you say The things you do
- Life without seasons Create order from chaos Close...
- Cottage
- Morning Ghosts
- Where We Once Dreamed
- two fragments
- Why do you wish to possess beauty?
- Conversation
- Implying the Sky
- Fox & Bear
- Listen (Freewrite)
- If you fall in love In a dream Do you fall in love...
- Walk the Waves
- Curation
- We are but living dust.
- To Listen
- Song of Morning
- Verse for a Song
- What you are searching for has always been here.
- To wake and find oneself in a calm and meditative...
- Certainty
- Rebirth (Freewrite)
- Bossa Nova in the morning to move the heart and w...
- Fresh cut flowers on the tile floor Long stems res...
- To accept or reject the inner longings which grind...
- 6 A.M.
- Many Lives
- Song of Morning
- May our spirits rise to the level of our ideals an...
- Home is where I find you.
- Habit
- The desires of the heart are enough to keep us li...
- I Who Searches
- Transmission
- Do you wish to live in Knowledge or Fear?
- Waking and Life
- Do not fear yourself You are as nature wishes Beau...
- Keep your promises Learn the value of words kept B...
- All man does suffer All man does live in joy too L...
- Moving languidly Beat floats into morning air Do y...
- It is no journey If we do not learn to fail But le...
- I wrote in the sand And left these words behind me...
- Rising once again In morning we find the truth How...
- Children of the Page
- They Rest
- your voice in my ear I begin to dream again togeth...
- The light will find you and you will find the light.
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March
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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