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flow

right now is not today, it is merely a measure of time, a snapshot of a moment in this voyage of a lifetime; the direction we choose and the events we see are not us, just the interaction of our … Continue reading

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ah

I have a pain that comes to visit me some days when I forget I am only human it creeps around my brain for a while to wake up all the self- hatred there reminding me of all the bad … Continue reading

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3 words

I found a very old page today it was such an old piece of paper I knew it was something delicate my hands had to be so carefull with on it was some Egyptian letters and in the hieroglyphic fashion … Continue reading

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eve

we are here to find our times together to fuzzy-couch-sit and talk about any old think no matter how silly do you see how you are to me a wishful sun and a sunbeam from under a cloud you invent … Continue reading

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The allowed way is not here; not on this creative trail where a delay can actually be quicker, when a halting of the process moves things along and no one saw that coming, but wherever you are is not as … Continue reading

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Late but not too late

while I wait for sleep I have my minute to think aloud as you wait to listen beneath the idea of shutting up and beware the ideal sunrise then it all becomes a game for you and we do what … Continue reading

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Challenged

racing across the day even the cold is drifting away and the morning is here for everyone withering because you know how bad I like to hide in my cave when a challenge is rested upon your tenacious shoulders blazing … Continue reading

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g’night

what relinquished look gave in to the starry 3 o’clock hour and I could see your face hear your breathing have a moment to concentrate on all that is you, to be friends that deeply know yet rarely show the … Continue reading

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