Every morning
I ask myself if
I am a reincarnation
of a past self
come once more
into this living world
This opportunity
to exist
comes only so often
Who could turn
this chance at
life and beauty
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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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September
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- Morning 9/29/17
- Morning 9/28/17
- i had to stop pretending to be everything i've nev...
- Morning 9/27/17
- Morning 9/26/17
- Men of No Country
- Ashram
- Emerge from the shadows of delusion Step into the ...
- Colossus of Rhodes
- Listening In
- The Author
- what speaks through us
- Morning 9/21/17
- Morning 9/20/17
- Morning 9/19/17
- To Listen
- Another Awakening
- First Song
- Fusion
- grief
- Everyone is Broken and Suffering. Will i just be ...
- movement
- Don't Believe It
- Convergence
- Those Who Watch
- Reality Not Myth
- morning 9/12/17
- Every So Often
- Bear & Wolf
- elemental cosciousness
- Morning 9/9/17
- Drinking? Why?
- states
- Morning 9/7/17
- Morning 9/6/17
- Morning 9/5/17
- Many Lives Remembered
- The Final Dream
- Bethany
- What is remembered always lives on
- Innerwaves
- Jewel
- Summer Has Yet to Fade
- Thoughts After Broken-Hearted Days
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September
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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