The Palm Trees Are Singing Like The Ocean.
Take off your clothes
Take off your mask
I'll do the same
And the past becomes new again
Living in the present
Unable to forget
What has come before
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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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2018
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January
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- Gauzy
- Invoke / Exalt
- Art
- where is the future it is no place we can go alwa...
- The Word
- Traverse
- Morning 1/27/18
- The only forgiveness you need is from yourself if ...
- Daybreak
- Student
- Morning 1/24/18
- Strange
- And Love
- Morning 1/22/18
- Morning 1/21/18
- Morning 1/20/18
- On Friday 1/19/18
- Pendulum
- memory fragment
- Morning 1/17/18
- Morning 1/16/18
- Understanding The Body
- Tumbling Act
- Song of Morning
- Sleep / Wake Variations
- The Human Need For Hate Peace In These Modern Times
- Morning 1/15/18
- Morning Monologue
- The Search
- From Time to Time
- Awake
- Morning 1/12/18
- Possible Dawn
- Morning 1/11/18
- What We Have Found
- What Honesty Said To Me
- Broken Lovers
- Dear One
- A Distant Fire Burning
- Listen
- Monarchs
- Sun God
- Another Reminder
- Grey Season
- Morning 1/8/18
- Morning 1/7/18
- After the End
- Morning 1/5/18
- Morning 1/4/18
- Evening 1/3/18
- Starlight On New Year's Eve
- Of Body
- Sai Anantam
- Morning 1/3/18
- Crave
- The Ladder
- Morning 1/2/18
- The Blank Page
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January
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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