Dreaming of morning
you soon awake
Waking and living
through the day
you day dream
and wonder of all
the possible paths
yet untaken
Concentrate on now
Create the life
you have longed for
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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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February
(37)
- Her Grief
- Morning 2/27/18
- Mantra
- Morning 2/26/18
- Morning 2/25/18
- I and We
- Morning 2/24/18
- God of Fire
- Freewrite 2/22/18
- Slate
- Growth / Maturity
- harmony
- Winter Day
- Calling and Memory
- The Mountain
- The Working Poor
- The Watch
- The Escape
- Wednesday, February 14th 2018
- Morning 2/13/18
- Imperfect Student
- Pendulum at Rest
- Past Lives and Current Incarnations What are we b...
- Incarnation of Now
- Morning 2/11/18
- Morning 2/10/18
- An Invitation to Violence
- The Dreamer
- Is There Heaven
- Morning 2/7/18
- Morning 2/6/18
- Sentinel
- Departure
- The Painter
- Purple Flower Bloom
- Espejo
- Dreaming Into Reality
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February
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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