Dreams are both perplexity and marvel, I’m still learning to understand how such wispy fragments of subconsciousness, subtle forces of will so intrepidly insert themselves into a memory or thought as though it actually happened, or…could. And how the mind so ably creates such vast space to transcend, to exist within, to unify with imagination. …
Every new year starts a bit belated for me, as has much in my life – including same. I shrug off resolution, impervious to the habitual regular refrains of strangers and peers… I’m hesitant to use the “promise” of (a) new year as excuse; An empty motivation toward what I neglected to attempt in the …
We never notice when the ice melts; And through feigned annoyance at the precipitation on the glass as the water mellows to meniscus; Somehow we miss the naked glory divine in the simple, prepense cycles of the life that we declare inane and eventually leave behind.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity
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