You are blessed with time
You are blessed with life
Choose meaning for yourself
What has been told
What has been done
What have your eyes seen
Child of Earth
Child of God
Become the steward
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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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2021
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January
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- Boundless
- In this Moment
- Blessed Are The Stewards
- Nonsense
- Oceans
- Don't pretend It doesn't suit your eyesYou tell th...
- Endless Finite
- Make it obvious if you wishCloud it in black mists...
- A Turning of Seasons
- All the Angels in the Heavens
- I can hear the voices down the hall. They are comi...
- We are no better than who we were as a species sev...
- Godly
- The flowers are forgetting what you told them to r...
- Days of Ringing Bells
- If I couldn't change I'd be dead alreadyDays and ...
- Drowned
- If This Is Now Then So Are We
- Waiting for the momentIt never comesuntil it doesa...
- The First
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January
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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