Come here to me get closer than you already are; There’s something about you that intrigues, fascinates, draws me in – And I always wonder if maybe I happen to be in way over my head… But if I am, then I never want to come up for air. 200521
Come here to me get closer than you already are; There’s something about you that intrigues, fascinates, draws me in – And I always wonder if maybe I happen to be in way over my head… But if I am, then I never want to come up for air. 200521
Purging myself of all my emotions seeing my thoughts splayed against a page in black and white reminds me of all the gray areas my grey matter thinks into and that life itself isn’t black and white. Facts and logic and also matters of heart do intersect and their encounters birth intuition. Maybe I do …
When I ask my name in my own head do I actually hear the voice that says it, and is that voice my own, or another’s? Or, is what I “hear” simply a response to the question I asked? My Higher Self never fails to remind that our minds don’t belong to our physical bodies; …
Rat-a-tat-chatting with my inner Divine wanting to innerstand my perception(s) of time. Stories of past lives swirled among my consciousness – sudden actualization. Overstanding Time not as a measurable unit or concept, but as a living entity that exists to record each moment as they happen to be… Time doesn’t move; it is perfectly still. …
They thought I was unaware of their attempts to toy with me; But I mastered checkers at five, and though I don’t play chess [often] I’ve become quite adept at many of its strategies and tenets. No matter the moves made I’m usually already 7 ahead. They’ll always either have to King me or too …
Is it greedy of me to keep inhaling until I burn my fingers? Am I overindulgent if I break my fast to share meals with my family? Should I care too much if the numbers on the scale keep creeping and climbing up and up? What spirited vines; Does it matter if there’s a little …
Golds, yellows, reds oranges, purples and rose; The fading greys of night, the shifting oceanic blues of dusk – mellow beams of radiant light and soft warmth gilding everything/one in their path. Glittering jewels in the crown of the dawn. Her ascent and coronation are the day, and as further it expands, becoming potential itself, …
I realize I too often limit myself only to my words and actions and capabilities; And that expanding my mind is the way to break free. But sometimes, I’m good where I’m at… and isn’t that as much a part of being who I am as at any other distinct point in time? I often …
Need to meditate putting it off because I’m afraid of what I’ll unearth. All the shadows and hidden emotions I’ve locked away from myself to keep functioning, to cope. But coping is no way of life and I need to face myself and my fears; take accountability for my life. But isn’t it easier to …
Nothing sexier than the way a pen writes, its strokes slide so smoothly over lines and angles; Gliding confidently around circles and curves. Skipping over letters and slopes tiptoeing calmly through numbers and punctuation. How powerfully it dots i’s, how brusquely it crosses t’s… Sinking deep into and between the lines, So expressively it conveys …
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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BUZZWEED QUIZZES
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