What I do for a living is breathe.
What I do for a living is breathe.
I do match, but moreso in an abstract way than in a coordinated one… 24 March 2019
High, there – how generous the clouds are in the ascendant airspace of consciousness lifted. originally written November 22, 2018
Awake is a lonely island;
Keeping dreams at bay –
for only in imagination
can wayward musings play.
Between us, No words need saying, Our spirits speak in warm bursts of color and curious flashes of energy.
Your love is my buoy in life’s dark sea, Always bobbing brightly in my periphery.
I saw you and knew
that our destiny
would be legend.
I saw you, and knew
that our love was inevitable.
Hard pass on passiveness, I aggressively denounce these tendencies that lead to regrets later.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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