You don’t like the thoughts I think – only when they’re in written form. But, hell… even my conversational inclinations tend to wear on you over time. So I think my thoughts and swallow my words and I cradle my writing precious close… Tiny pearls, my words, that I rediscover regularly, and keep cultivating; I’m …
You are the colors of my mood ring, the sunfire igniting my skies, the moons eclipsing the shadows of my soul. 23 September 2019
Highly intense, and so much more awkward; lapses in social skills and judgments results of consistent self-isolation from being ostracized in public space… Because, never give them the opportunity to do it for you… Time spent in my own mental space stripping me of the ability to properly converse with other persons of being… writing …
It seems like the more I align with myself and move my life in what I know to be the right direction, the more people [think: family + some friends] think I am pulling away from them. And honestly, maybe I am…we all have our own [life] paths to travel, and as I grow, I’ll …
Break it up, break it up store it in boxes divide it into compartments with neat little labels and color-coded dividers… Leave some things here, in this odd storage; You’ll feel lighter. And the rest? Well, they’re free to be; free to roam, except when opposites become truth. But it’s my mind – it don’t …
I often question whether I’m a narcissist or not. Or even a sociopath…maybe even a full-on psychopath? The thing is, though we’re all a little self-centered, unbalanced, and unfeeling at times, or at some point in life, or exhibit one or multiple traits of any of the above “disorders,” we don’t often do so consistently. Another …
How much I take in from just observing the people and things around me… But often more than never the beautiful act of being watchful shows me ugly truths about others. And… Every now and then, I question my own vision. 22 October 2019
peppermint tea in a favorite cup water in a sticker-laden bottle, the front lawn a dusky backdrop in the tri-light of early evening aesthetics. porch lights blink on – the first fireflies of night. crickets trill and voices travel; cars arriving at homes leaving them too… sirens in the distance too brief to ponder their …
Our fears only chase us in our dreams… And so we call them nightmares, beasts of the dark that gallop along craggy shores of wasteland with no end… And us, believing we can’t escape, not realizing our captivity lives only in our brilliant minds. Yet still, we run – Chasing the freedom we’re running from. …
I am poetry. I am curves and swirls letters and words and sentences and action… I am language of both the unspoken and the talk told. I am stories and I am legend. I am writer but also reader, I am traveler and also vehicle. I am fact in all its fable, I am craft …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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