that awkward moment where the person you’d normally tell about your heartbreak is the one who’s shattered your heart… life is sometimes one of the cruelest jokes no one ever laughs at.
that awkward moment where the person you’d normally tell about your heartbreak is the one who’s shattered your heart… life is sometimes one of the cruelest jokes no one ever laughs at.
Morning coffee, Outdoors, Silence – my Top 3 Any given day. 081122
I need to write like I need water; As often as possible it feels almost as necessary and natural as breathing… More reliable than other humans; expectations don’t come with nature. I just want peace of mind, clarity, and solid discussion If that happens only with myself I’m beyond good with that – I’ll never …
How’s life? I don’t really know, I – Can I get back to you on that? I’ve been writing about it in my mind of what it is, what it could be, what it has been and there are vast imbalances between its scales. But this story isn’t done yet so I just keep writing …
Have you breathed breaths today? How many? Did you even count? Does youth still anoint your temple with the waters of its fount? Your heart thrums and dances to the beat of life’s rhythm; Isn’t this still true? Your lifeblood wells from these vibrations, flowing in the richest rivers, through the hills and valleys of …
Just like that, it happened so swiftly I didn’t even realize until after the frenzy faded… My fingers stopped moving, and thoughts failed to make coherent sense. An eyeblink, fallen lash, the speed of gravity – An unexpected winter’s cold arrival; everything froze, maybe surprised as I was, and then there was…nothing. A sudden, stark …
Each drop of water is precious, Each has been here before. Every drop of water is timeless, they are souls that return again and again not to the worlds they know, but to the worlds they are, that are within them. Always here, whether as rain, dew, lake, ocean, sea – Whether they fall from the heavens …
I think I’m ready now to face down my shadows; The ones that burrow deep and that I attempt to run and hide from even in my sleep. I’m not afraid of what they’ll reveal, not even fearful of what they’ll make me feel. I don’t worry about how they’ve marred my soul – I determined long …
I think I like most of the things about myself that I say out loud I don’t – I self-deprecate to deflect the attention that part of me actually secretly desires but that I also hope happens organically; I haven’t figured out how to do that so instead I just push it all away. And …
Time is always standing still; It’s we who move so abruptly through life that we fail to notice how much time we take for granted all while we’re trying our hardest to manipulate it to our own means. 200521
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Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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