This rut I find myself in has stolen my voice, willpower, my freedom of choice… It won’t let me ask for help because pride won’t recuse itself and I’m tired. Frustrated with – I’m the only one to blame for all the time wasted stuck on a task when so much new knowledge begs to …
I spill forth my intentions, Always mindful of the energy my words move. No matter where, on crowded bus, in workspaces shared with others of brilliant mind, In my own safe mental landscapes; I am perpetually and almost obsessively aware that even my quietest murmurings cause great stirs in the cycles of Universe and sky. …
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
BUZZWEED QUIZZES
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
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