We still worship the Sun
after so many untold centuries
because it is the god we can see
because it is the god we can feel
Rays of light nourishing life
Rays of light warming our skin
When sunlight breaks through
grey skies we rejoice at this
simple act of strength
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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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