Do not cry
be angry
or lament
what you are
No one has made
the choices of our
actions but us
alone
We alone
bear their weight
in body and spirit
If you are unhappy
with your current
state of being
then make the slow
and steady choices
to change
and be more
than the limitations
we place on
ourselves
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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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April
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- Morning 4/30/18
- Still Human
- Weightless
- Pause
- Run with the Wind
- Home & Light
- Not A Poem
- Morning 4/23/18
- Morning 4/22/18
- Image and Memory
- day
- This Morning's Rain
- My Sleeping Niece
- Stop Running, Start Changing
- The Weight
- Morning 4/17/18
- Amber
- Your Mileage May Vary
- Animal Myths A Brief History of Nothing
- Bound
- searching for the truth within myself
- All the ghosts of who I've been come and drift awa...
- Beat
- ill ease
- turning wheels caught in place turning turning tur...
- Morning 4/9/18
- Everything Repeating
- whisper
- The Restless
- tears
- interbeing
- No tears to trail behind Just memory washed away
- voices voices
- We Are God
- The Lovers
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April
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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